Podcasts about wardens

Thotty was supposed to be training the intern, Haze, on a simple recon mission. The target? A low-level entity known as the Sheepman. Easy in, easy out. What could possibly go wrong?Join the Wardens of the D.A.N.G.E.R.Z.O.O. as they track down cryptids, uncover urban legends, and occasionally fumble the simplest jobs imaginable.Drop a comment and tell us which monster we should take on next!Music & Sound Effects: https://pixabay.com/https://pixabay.com/music/trap-spinning-head-271171/https://www.zapsplat.com/

This time, the threat isn't miles away—it's right outside the D.A.N.G.E.R.Z.O.O. hideout. After receiving a chilling warning from The Veil to stop hunting, the team does what they do best: ignore it completely.But when they track a cryptid into familiar territory, they uncover signs that something far more dangerous is in play. And by the time the mission ends, they're lucky to escape with their lives—and their tires intact.Suit up with the Wardens of the D.A.N.G.E.R.Z.O.O., and comment which monster we should face off with next.Music & Sound Effects: https://pixabay.com/https://www.zapsplat.com/

The Danger Zoo is going after a local legend from Coyote's childhood. The Meat Clown is an insane Butcher who has a hankering for long pig. Time to see who gets the last laugh! Come Join the fight with the Wardens of the D.A.N.G.E.R.Z.O.O.Music & Sound Effects: https://pixabay.com/https://www.zapsplat.com/

Welcome to the One Hundred & Sixty Seventh Edition of The Chronicles Of Podcast This week, we're diving into the "serious" topic of clean t-shirt rotation. Are you also a front-of-the-drawer person? Tom brings us a dramatic reading of Vengaboys lyrics and raises some deep (and deeply silly) questions about the Vengabus. Meanwhile, Tom and Jamie disagree over hot chocolate – is it a comforting classic or just a cup of disappointment? One thing they can agree on? 'Mystery flavours' of things are the absolute stupid. Alongside the nonsense, we've got all your favourite regular segments: In Callum's Teachings, he asks about a specific thing Superman might have overheard with those super ears – poor Clark. Tom's Journal returns with the most ridiculous and hilarious things he's found on the internet this week. Our Single of the Week shines a light on a brand-new tracks we think deserves your ears. And Jamie's audience participation challenge asks: what old school sayings make zero sense to you? Official Website - The Chronicles of Podcast Affiliate Charity - Sophie Lancaster Foundation

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere Jes catches us up on her opinions on issue 4 and then we discuss issue 5 in which we go over art choices we are rather uncertain about.War Cry Issue 5 Summary:The Shoggoth begins to reign destruction on all parties. Harry instructs the Wardens and the Venatori to escape, while he and Thomas enact a plan to destroy the Shoggoth in the nearby Quarry.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

Happy Easter! The DZ is going after the Bunny Man. This is what he gets forhiding eggs from Jesus....or something iono. IT'S BUNNY SEASON! Come Join the fight with the Wardens of the D.A.N.G.E.R.Z.O.O.Music & Sound Effects: https://pixabay.com/https://www.zapsplat.com/

The Charges of the Free-Masons are something that most lodges never review together. Why are these charges so important to all Masons, and why should we care?The Charges of the Free-Masons:Of God and ReligionOf the Civil MagistrateOf LodgesOf Masters, Wardens, Fellows, and ApprenticesOf the Management of the Craft on workingOf Behaviour: 1)In the lodge while constituted, 2)After the lodge is over and the Brethren not gone. 3)When Brethren meet without Strangers, but not in lodge, 4)In the Presence of Strangers not Masons, 5)At Home, and in the Neighborhood, 6)Towards a strange Brother.Let us contemplate after Lifting Heavy weights.Please write to me at Masonic muscle357@gmail.com

Four Safety Wardens will be starting their work this summer in Cork.But, why are they needed?To discuss, Andrea is joined by Cork Business Association President, Dave O'Brien, Michael Wall, Owner of Salvagem, Owner of Nevilles Jewellers, John Neville and Cork City GRA representative, Pádraig Harrington.Image: Savills

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we cover Issue 2 and 3 in which we discuss the physics of shotgun art, and kettle black wardrobe insults are flung. War Cry Issue 2 Summary:Harry takes control and begins to fortify the house. The Baron Bravosa offers Harry safe passage to leave but not with the Venatori. Harry denies and finds out that the Venatori are housing the offspring of an outsider - a Shoggoth.War Cry Issue 3 Summary:The Wardens fiercely battle to defend the Venatori's Stronghouse while inside the Venatori fend of a human mercenary. Just as the Wardens begin to lose steam another breed of vampire arrives in the fray.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

The Danger Zoo is getting their nerd on by hunting supernatural creatures D&D style. Come join the fight with the Wardens of the D.A.N.G.E.R.Z.O.O.Music & Sound Effects: https://pixabay.com/https://www.zapsplat.com/

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Clare is set to benefit from the addition of a new full-time dog warden. Annette Kenny, who came on board as a seasonal warden last year, will now be operating from the March to November period and taking on patrols, licence checks the enforcement of park bye-laws. In turn, the local authority will be taking on a new warden for the summer season, who will operate from May until September, enforcing beach bye-laws. Speaking on Clare FM's Morning Focus, Clare County Dog Warden Frankie Coote says it will free up more resources to deal with dangerous dogs.

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McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we discuss Issue 1 of War Cry in which we are confounded by big holes in the ground, no name princess lackies, and questionable thresholds.War Cry Issue 1 Summary:Harry and his group of inexperienced Wardens are tasked to assist a group of Venatori Umbrorum in Iowa. They defend against a Red Court vampire attack as soon as they arrive.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

Back in 2018, a small group of female officers from Alberta Fish and Wildlife saw the need to engage with each other more actively and support community causes at the same time. This dedicated team has since participated in charity fundraisers, launched an outdoor education camp for young women, and is now working to establish a scholarship to help even more women join conservation law enforcement. Let's meet Alberta's Wonder Wardens! Our Sponsors: Thin Green Line Podcast Don Noyes Chevrolet North American Game Warden Museum Hunt Regs SecureIt Gun Storage XS Sights “A Cowboy in the Woods” Book Maine's Operation Game Thief International Wildlife Crimestoppers Here's what we discuss: · The beginnings of the Wonder Wardens ·  Camaraderie and promoting women in conservation law · Polar dipping in uniform for charity · Summer camp for future female game wardens · Wildlife identification, hunting & fishing checks, drills and a mock investigation · The break-in period · “We complement each other.” · Self-confidence matters · People often make assumptions · Plans to expand Wonder Wardens ·   Proceeds from merch sales will fund a scholarship · “We're small but we're mighty.” ·   The importance of agency support ·   NAWEOA offers an opportunity to connect and share · Uniforms and equipment are changing ·   Shooting competitions – an all-female team ·   Close encounters during grizzly relocations ·   Hunters are sometimes surprised to encounter a female warden team Credits Hosts: Wayne Saunders and John Nores Producer: Jay Ammann Warden's Watch logo & Design: Ashley Hannett Research / Content Coordinator: Stacey DesRoches   Subscribe: Apple Podcasts Spotify Amazon Google Waypoint Stitcher TuneIn Megaphone Find More Here: Website Warden's Watch / TGL Store Facebook Facebook Fan Page Instagram Threads YouTube RSS Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Vampires! In March? I guess so! Show Notes: Run Time: 1:38:25 We get to do a bunch of storytelling things in this story that we've wanted to attempt for some time and haven't really had the opportunity to do so. Does this episode mark the beginning of a new era of The Letters Page? Well, I wouldn't go THAT far. But we did have a lot of fun, and we hope you enjoy the story! Join us next week for a Writers' Room episode about Calpyso and Ra!  

A chill weekend at home before we all stroll into Meatstock on the Woomba flats this weekend! Tommy has been cooking up a storm, Cambo was listening to veterans of yarn and had a cracktivity encounter before coming record and Quinno has been getting ready for the next zombie apocalypse. We chat about the Wardens run over the weekend and the upcoming races the Pump will potentially be running in before we steam into Cooking With Daddy, which includes plenty of chicken chat and recipes. Border security f*ck ups and a collapsed cinema ceiling yarn during the News and we cover the upcoming the UFC card this weekend for Sport. Make sure to come say g'day to us at Meatstock this weekend trendsetters, we will see you all there!Ever wanted to watch the Podcast? Check out full visual ad-free episodes and all of our vlogs on our Patreon. Our UFC Sydney vlog has dropped and it's a banger: patreon.com/alphablokespodcastBought to you by Better Beer. Zero Carb is on promo for the month of March, get around it at Dan's, BWS, The Bottle-O, Cellarbrations, Liquor Legends and more: www.betterbeer.com.auFarmer to Fridge: Linking aussies directly with the farms the beef is coming from, cutting out all the bullshit. Grab a limited edition Alpha Blokes BBQ box for $99 plus free shipping OR check out the other options and use the code "Alpha" to get 10% off all other Two Creeks Beef products. Head to farmertofridge.com.au and enter your postcode and search for "Two Creeks" or "Alpha Bokes" to see if you're eligible today.0:00 - Stable Update4:51 - Meatstock Plans12:02 - Weekends28:39 - Cooking With Daddy35:26 - Alpha News57:35 - Motivation59:39 - Trendsetters Group Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Live95's Nigel Dugdale speaks to Liam Brown, Senior Engineer with the Council's Roads and Traffic Department, and Traffic Warden, James, about the decision for Limerick traffic wardens to start wearing body cameras Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

From Verbal abuse to being followed and even spat at, or violent physical assaults including head-butting and being chased by cars at speed. These are some of the extreme incidents perpetrated against Traffic Wardens in the course of their duties. Drivetime's John Cooke took to the streets of Limerick to find out more…

Join The Man of the West as he begins the last week of Series 9 with another Middle-earth Map Monday, traveling down the Anduin. Also, Aragorn admires the royal stones. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Amit Tishler and Elliot Sperl return to discuss what's next for THE LAST WARDENS ahead of the FOC for volume 1 of their Mad Cave title.FOC for THE LAST WARDENS Vol. 1 is February 17. Hits bookstores on March 11 and comic shops on March 12.

“I am not here to challenge your body, I am here to challenge your spirit.” - Cheerful A zombie army is coming for the city of Dead Lake, and the Wardens must decide how – and if- to defend it. Characters: Bolt Fist Jiao, master of music sorcery (Bob); Cheerful Fan, who smiles through his sorrow (Brendan); Ebullient Gong Gou, dog devil and fire sorcerer (Frank); Knives Tso, ox devil blade master (Jung Soo); and Sneaky Chao, silent assassin (Ron).

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Picking up from our last episode, we sit down with two of the Ohio game wardens responsible for bringing this case before the court. Wildlife Officers Isaiah Gifford and Matt Roberts outline the meticulous effort and tiny details that led to the indictment and ultimate guilty plea of the now-infamous poacher, CJ Alexander. See this episode on YouTube here: EP140 CJ Alexander Buck The Officer's interview Our Sponsors: Thin Green Line Podcast Don Noyes Chevrolet North American Game Warden Museum Hunt Regs SecureIt Gun Storage XS Sights “A Cowboy in the Woods” Book Maine's Operation Game Thief International Wildlife Crimestoppers Here's what we discuss: ·       Investigation began as a typical follow up when a trophy animal is taken ·       Alexander spins his tale ·       Wildlife officers visit the alleged kill site ·       The staged site seems unusual, but mostly believable ·       A video arrives showing the animal 10 miles away ·       Wardens take a closer look ·       A bait pile and other evidence is found ·       Trail camera photos show the deer in the area ·       A grid search locates more evidence ·       Tiny details in a photo confirm officers' suspicions ·       “There's a knife – and there's another knife!” ·       Alexander admits lying about the site ·       Antlers had already been sold, and are confiscated ·       Foliage at the supposed kill site does not match photos ·       Search warrants solidify the evidence ·       The poacher continues to make false claims publicly ·       Charges include tampering with evidence and theft by deception ·       Investigators meticulously pore through the evidence ·       “At the end of the day, we knew what we had.” ·       An Ohio record for restitution Credits Hosts: Wayne Saunders and John Nores Producer: Jay Ammann Warden's Watch logo & Design: Ashley Hannett Research / Content Coordinator: Stacey DesRoches   Subscribe: Apple Podcasts Spotify Amazon Google Waypoint Stitcher TuneIn Megaphone Find More Here: Website Warden's Watch / TGL Store Facebook Facebook Fan Page Instagram Threads YouTube RSS Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The life of a young girl imprisoned at a juvenile facility was tragically altered by the actions of the authorities within the jail, raising significant concerns regarding the safety of female inmates. What measures have been implemented by the government in response to this incident? Join us to explore the details of this case in our podcast.

The unjust treatment of an innocent teenage girl by jail officials has cast a shadow over the safety of women prisoners. This episode will delve into the extensive involvement of the petitioner in advocating for the rights of women and combating social injustices faced by the vulnerable. It will also shed light on the heinous crime of gang rape perpetrated against the defenseless Rita Mary, revealing the complicity of those in positions of authority, often disguised in white-collar and khaki uniforms. Despite the petitioner's relentless efforts to seek justice and expose these criminals, her contributions have largely gone unrecognized by those in power. Join us as we uncover the disturbing realities of the Gingee jail wardens and the implications of this case.

What occurs when a legislator becomes a lawbreaker? This scenario unfolded within the Tamil Nadu police department. The wardens, who are entrusted with the responsibility of safeguarding prisoners, transformed into aggressors during the midnight hours of 2019 at Gingee Subjail. To uncover the full extent of the victim's ordeal, tune into this episode.

An innocent teenage girl from Chennai, who left her home, fell victim to sex trafficking intermediaries, drastically altering her fate. The assistance provided to her by the police was marked by insensitivity, compounded by the reality that such cases often presented opportunities for financial gain from the offenders. Nevertheless, her determination to escalate the matter to higher authorities and other regulatory bodies compelled the police to act in accordance with the law, marking a significant milestone in the history of the Tamil Nadu Police. Explore this episode to learn about the victim's harrowing experience at Gingee Subjail.

This story isn't intended for young or sensitive readers. Readers who are on the lookout for trigger warnings are advised to give Worm a pass.Complete list of potential triggers: here-----------------------------------Episode Description:“Eleven?” Partisan asked. “Stationed around the world, at the borders of the stronger nations,” the entity informed the Wardens. “Like yours, they're remaining more or less stationary, only attacking when they see weakness.” “And you believe it is the Brockton Bay Book Club who are responsible?” The entity shook its head. “I can't know. You've seen for yourself, the powerful blocks they've put in place against powers. But enough clues point to the them.”Get in contact with us @brocktonbaybc-----------------------------------Thank you to the sponsors that fuel our podcast:This episode of the Brockton Bay Book Club is sponsored by Made Marion. Made Marion creates custom cottagecore and ren faire clothing designed for every body. Whether you're looking for a lace up bodice, rustic apron and pinafores, or ethereal dresses, you'll find items customized for every individual's fit and design. All items are lovingly hand sewn with attention to detail and a touch of whimsy.Visit Made Marion today and transform your wardrobe with clothing that feels as enchanting as it looks. Find Made Marion on etsy, at themademarion.etsy.com-----------------------------------Timestamps:(00:00) - Introduction(01:10) - Book Club BeginsShow less

Get ready – a new series featuring real game warden stories is coming to the Outdoor Channel! Premiering in the US on Friday, February 14th at 9:30pm EST, Wardens: Case Files will feature game wardens recounting some of their most unforgettable cases, complete with gripping reenactments. I am honored to be the first guest. We sit down with host Randy Nelson and producer Kayla Schoen for a look at this exciting new show. You won't want to miss it! Our Sponsors: Thin Green Line Podcast Don Noyes Chevrolet North American Game Warden Museum Hunt Regs SecureIt Gun Storage XS Sights “A Cowboy in the Woods” Book Maine's Operation Game Thief International Wildlife Crimestoppers Here's what we discuss: ·       A new game warden show on the Outdoor Channel ·       Based on Randy Nelson's book, The Wildest Hunt ·       “Every warden probably has a book of stories.” ·       Game wardens are great storytellers ·       Tales from the serious to the silly ·       Show format is “similar to a fireside chat.” ·       A picnic gone wrong… ·       Show will promote poaching awareness ·       Many cases have been made by tips from the public ·       “If you see something, say something.” Credits Hosts: Wayne Saunders and John Nores Producer: Jay Ammann Warden's Watch logo & Design: Ashley Hannett Research / Content Coordinator: Stacey DesRoches   Subscribe: Apple Podcasts Spotify Amazon Google Waypoint Stitcher TuneIn Megaphone Find More Here: Website Warden's Watch / TGL Store Facebook Facebook Fan Page Instagram Threads YouTube RSS Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I don't normally cover a project twice but this one is pretty special as it extends beyond the medium of comics. Don't worry, it was a comic first. We're revisiting the Mad Cave Studios project The Last Wardens with writers Amit Tishler and Elliot Sperl. They have been busy expanding the scope of their IP and developing a TTRPG as well as an audio drama based upon the world created in the comic. Pretty amazing right? We touch on the principle theme of failure which drives the characters in the story, especially the main protagonist Dani, and how an open mind towards collaboration has opened doors to new possibilities for their world. Amit discusses his philosophy with embracing failure as a learning tooland how it can be applied to all creative endeavors. And, we carve out some time to discuss one of my favorite topics, the built in challenges navigating the direct market environment and how implementing innovative strategies can help to build a multimedia franchise that sustains an IP. Make sure to sign up for Amit's newsletter MINDSPLATTER, and definitely check out his blog. Here's the link for the pufferfish analogy we discuss in the show. Download the digital basic set of the game here. This 42-page digital basic set includes a fully playable game, character creation essentials, and (of course) over 40 gore-drenched Grievous Wounds.  The Last Wardens trade paperback will be released on March 12th With an alcoholic father and a hole in her wallet, Danielle Pryer's life in the rustic town of Bleakwood goes from bad to worse when her long-lost brother, Bruce, returns from the Vietnam War. While Bruce is being plagued by a mysterious and monstrous mutation, he is also being hunted by an incompetent team of paranormal misfits, which leads to Bleakwood quickly becoming ground zero of a supernatural battle that forces Danielle to choose between everything she holds dear and the fate of the world as a whole. PATREON We have a new Patreon, CryptidCreatorCornerpod. If you like what we do, please consider supporting us. We got two simple tiers, $1 and $3. I'll be uploading a story every Sunday about some of the crazy things I've gotten into over the years. The first one dropped last week about me relocating a drug lord's sharks. Yes, it did happen, and the alligators didn't even get in the way. Want to know more, you know what to do. Arkenforge Play TTRPG games? Make sure to check out our partner Arkenforge. They have everything you need to make your TTRPG more fun and immersive, allowing you to build, play, and export animated maps including in person fog of war capability that let's your players interact with maps as the adventure unfolds while you, the DM get the full picture. Use the discount code YETI5 to get $5 off your order. Global Comix Save on a subscription to GlobalComix with us. Visit the link below and use the discount code COMICBOOKYETI. https://globalcomix.com/lp/promos/af/comicbookyeti Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A lot of people have been in and out of Dublin City the last few weeks, but does Dublin city need City Wardens, and what exactly would they do?Joining guest host Adrian Kennedy is Kevin Byrne, candidate for the Trinity Seanad Election.

The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Once you go Black, you don't go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I'm using the 'N' words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock'Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former' wife doing a slave's work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn't possible. They'd all freeze to death if they didn't starve first. To repay their enemy's wickedness, one of the brother's snapped and raped one of the chief's daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief's daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man's sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit' before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men's sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family·         Father, Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov;·         Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;·         The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad'; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom's family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I'd met him, he'd been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom's older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master's in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she'd been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom's twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we'd never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he'd spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool's, which became an 'any day of the year' activity.My Mom's father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom's mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn't abandoned her, she'd simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad's family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom's. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We'd been arresting bad guys since the 1500's. We'd been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety' in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he'd killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father's family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep' in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad's family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6' 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don't get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I'd never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with 'things' and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this 'driving to some dojo in Anchorage' crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He'd smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn't going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant's salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren't sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn't have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that's Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun'. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom's Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune' we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom's whole family had tons of money. They'd made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They'd even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom's family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn't know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life's crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie's Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn't know. She was close to Mom's age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti's sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants' quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb's had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez's and the Castro's couldn't have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn't, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. One was a crazy, older guy who had been a sniper at some point in his military career. By crazy, I meant he'd go off on tangents in mid conversation, or just stopping entirely. We all liked the guy.He and Granddad Samsonov were real tight. They'd served together in Vietnam and we boys suspected something bad had happened to them both, something which scarred and bound them together closer than brothers. He and Alexander went hunting all the time back in Alaska. All I knew was Morris (Grandpa's comrade-in-arms) was treated like family.That meant if Morris got in trouble, fifteen to twenty Samsonov's would show up to bail him out. That's what family meant. The other two were a retired Air Force couple, Parker and Mariana Carrington plus their infant William, that had moved in next door (that's 40 yards away in Alaska) when I was fourteen. They were in their early thirties and wanted to start a family. The woman had been pregnant with her second child when we left.My Mom and another neighbor trundled her off to a clinic during her first birth. Dad had driven fifty miles in a blizzard to get her husband, so he could witness his firstborn come into the world. The man worked as a fishing boat mechanic and had gotten stuck at work when his wife went into early labor. It was the Alaskan way to look after one another.I never much thought about minorities. There were nearly as many Native Alaskans attending my schools as White folk. The Natives knew my family going back eight generations. I had a few cousins who were 'First Peoples'. Minority? Majority? We were Alaskans and that was that.Again, I didn't think much about there being a social and economic racial crevasse when I showed up in Kingston, Arkansas. I probably would have been totally blind-sided about it if Dad hadn't done his due diligence and went to the Kingston Police Station and Davis County Sheriff's Office to report his status as an Alaskan State Trooper and register his firearms.Since we didn't know what to look for, we missed the obvious signs of trouble. The Black police officer that Dad talked to was; impolite. He informed Dad there would be no 'courtesy' given despite Dad's professionalism, i.e. he wasn't permitted to carry any of his licensed firearms. The Sheriff's department was very different.We met the Sheriff and the man got Dad to be about as verbose as I'd ever seen him. The Sheriff verified Dad's story, gave him a 90 Day permit for his sidearm and told him to make no never mind over the Town cops' hostility. He certainly seemed pleased Dad had three big, strong, strapping boys and gave Dad an application to join his department.That night, Dad informed us all at the dining room table he was considering the Sheriff's job offer. Mom was secretly pleased (like her sister, she IS an evil mastermind and master manipulator). Anita, Bebe and Kamika were eating with us as well, Mom insisted all the help do so (the Hondurans weren't with us yet), and I detected a hint of worry in their posture. I would have thought 'us' staying in the house, thus their continued employment, would be seen as a good thing.Welcome To Kingston.That night, over some late night cocoa, Mom gave the family the regional 4-1-1. Kingston was 75% Black, 20% White and 5% other. The rest of Davis County was 95% White and 5% Black and other. In Kingston, the Blacks ruled the town. All elected officials and police officers were Black. The Sheriff's department had a few Black officers, but was mostly White.It would have been all White except a combined lawsuit by Southern Poverty Law Center and N Double A CP, forced the County to 'integrate'. I asked the logical question: why hadn't the town been forced to integrate too? Mom told me that wasn't how things worked in the Lower 48. Here, Blacks couldn't discriminate; they could only be discriminated against.The Federal government said so. I was sensing shades of Uncle Theo in Mom's blanket assessment of things. My brothers and I were wrong. Mom was right. We were entering White Man's Hell aka Big Black Cock Country. Of course, Mom wasn't sadistic, or masochistic. She had a tidbit of knowledge no one this side of British Columbia was aware of, a Secret Weapon.Dad applied for and got the job of Senior Deputy, which riled some of the other (read: Black) deputies, but Dad's extensive experience and easy-going manner eased his entry into the unit. Mom remained Mom, an unconventional, beautiful, free-spirited kook. She made no effort to make friends. I was the boldest of the triplets so I asked her why.‘Do you know how your Father's family would rather hack of a hand than go back on their word?' she gazed at me intently. I nodded. When she said 'Father' instead of 'Dad', this was our cue that this was a Major Life lesson we had best memorize. ‘These people aren't like that. They will take that which is not theirs, break trusts, sully families and lie to your face.'‘These women are all bold-faced whores, cock-hungry tramps and sluts who get abortions because they don't know what color the daddy is. The males are either the kind of men who would sleep with those kinds of women, or gutless wonders who won't fight for their rights as boyfriends, brothers, fathers, fiancés and spouses.'‘This is a colored thing, right?' I guessed. I wanted to be wrong.‘Got it in one,' Mom patted me on the shoulder. ‘Most White men in town are spineless wimps, Black men jump on whatever cunt they can crack open and women of either color put up with it, even beg for it. I know because I was once like them.'‘You and Dad?' I worried. Mom gave a deep, hearty laugh.‘That is not going to be a problem, I promise you. The only man for me is your Father,' she smiled. ‘I had plenty of lovers before your Dad. Since one month after I met him, I've never been with another man, or woman, or even wanted one.' More than I wanted to know, but good news none the less.While we were moving in the small amount of belongs that had followed us from Arkansas, two Kingston cops stopped by to see what we were doing. I had spent my entire life around law enforcement who knew about me and my clan. They were always friends and people we could trust. Kingston PD was a rude awakening we weren't in Alaska anymore.They were brusque and intimidating. Their real purpose was to remind my family the house was part of the town, even if the back acreage was not. Mom snorted at their pale deception. She asked to see their warrant. They asked if there was some reason they might need one. Mom politely asked them to leave as they were trespassing.They basked in their defiance. What could Mom really do? If she went all redneck and produced a gun, they'd lock her up, pointing weapons at law enforcement was stupid. Sadly for the cops, familiarity breeds understanding too. Mom gave us the April Fools' signal. Alexander, our oldest triplet, moved the cargo truck so it blocked the officers' view of their patrol car.While Mom looked peeved, feeding the Black cops sense of empowerment, my youngest triplet Mikhail and I (Vladimir) stripped their car of all easily removable parts; the dash-cam went first. They wanted to loiter around on our property? We let them behave stupidly. We dumped the parts and our work gloves in a packing box and carried it right past them.We walked straight out the back too. There was a burning barrel which we made prompt use of, for the oily gloves and box. We had spares. Mikhail tended the fire as I picked up a broken cinder block, a heavy-duty trash bag and walked a few hundred yards to the bog near the creek that ran through our property, county land. The bag and contents went into the bog.I used a branch to make sure it sunk deep before returning. Cleaning off my boots with the outdoor hose completed my destruction of evidence. Ten minutes later a member of the Arkansas Highway Patrol stopped by to see what the problem was. Mom had called them before the sabotage had even begun. She didn't know these two personally, but she knew from earlier visits to her aunt that these two were going to give us 'attitude'.Calling the Sheriff's Department would only cause a standoff where the police had the upper hand, the whole town jurisdiction thing. By the time the HP arrived, Alexander had left with the truck so when the Highway Patrolman began expressing concern for my Mom's civil rights, the two buck butt-bandits made to leave. That didn't work out well for them.First came the circus of the discovery they were missing key parts of their vehicle and the lack of an explanation of how that had happened. Mom wouldn't let the town cops search her place. She happily let the Highway Patrolman (who happened to be Black too) look around. We'd used the hose and the burning barrel because moving was nasty, sweaty work, especially in the Arkansas summer heat.The two policemen blamed us, the triplets. Mom asked them when, in the cops thirty minute trespass, had her 'little angels' stolen the parts, why we would do such a criminal thing, and if they knew where the parts might be. The Highway patrolman was kind of curious about the length of their stay as well.The cops lied, Mom went inside and brought back the camcorder that had taken in the entire event. They were caught in the lie and all they could claim was the cargo truck had been strategically placed to block a visual to their car; as we unloaded our truck. Mom even got the Highway Patrolman to co-sign her complaint to the Arkansas State Police Criminal Investigations department.Mom knew this one wouldn't go anywhere. She had lived with cops long enough to know the value of building up a case file. Alexander was off returning the truck in another county, so he was safe. Mom called him and Dad so they could hook up before Alexander came home. She counted on the cops to be petty and they were.Alexander was on a motorcycle. When he got pulled, the city cops pulled in front of him. Dad stopped as well. Despite their continuing pressure to make Dad leave, they had no legal grounds to do so, he was Alexander's father, who would be responsible for Alex's ride if they took him into custody. Being an off-duty sheriff's deputy wasn't good enough, yet Dad's point was telling.Cops always pull up behind a suspect, not ahead of them unless they want to ignore the dash-cam evidence. Dad had pulled up in his Sheriff's vehicle behind Alexander and his dash-cam was recording everything. They let Alexander off with a Warning Ticket and departed giving father and son dirty looks. School was five days off. We checked out the property for two days. The third morning my brothers and I, on motorcycles, decided to explore Kingston.Having never before confronted such blatant racism, we weren't afraid, we were furious. We hadn't done anything to anybody. We were from Alaskan-Russian stock and had never owned a person ever, as far as we knew. We certainly weren't invested in this whole 'Black slavery, White guilt' issue. Those who gave us attitude about 'White privilege' didn't care for our counter, that saying all White people were alike was equally racist.As Mom had warned us, Black people couldn't be racist; just ask them. Mind you, many of the town's Black residents were friendly and helpful. They just weren't friendly enough to defend us from the 'haters'. At the end of the first day, Mikhail nearly got in a fight with five members of the Black post-high school crowd who were fucking with, and sitting on, our bikes.Where we came from, that was rude in the extreme. When he appeared to be alone, they were boisterous enough. When Alexander and I stepped out of the pool hall (we'd been made unwelcome there), they backed off from their threatening rhetoric. They still wouldn't leave, or get off our bikes. The three versus five odds didn't deter us.It was the lack of faith in the local justice system that encouraged Alexander and me to hold Mikhail back. We had an answer to their intransience, crowding. It takes a great deal of cool to have three guys, all over six feet tall and 220 lbs. lean in on you while you are sitting down. When the current bastard was dealt with, we moved to the next. Before the group could figure a way to thwart us, we had retrieved our bikes and were headed home.The next day, we took Mom's 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang out for a drive. We found the three spots in town the 'White folk' hung out in. We had the Country Western Redneck posse' section of town, pseudo-riche Southerner clique downtown region, and the movie theater (theoretically neutral turf). The saner White middle class had departed for safer pastures, they had established their own municipality a few miles outside of town).The rednecks welcomed our physicality. We were attempting to fit in until they began talking about all those damn 'niggahs'. Alexander broke down after a bit and asked what a 'niggah' was. It was a 'coon'. Since that was of no help, we asked what a 'coon' was.The regulars found our naiveté amusing. It took us three minutes of running a verbal obstacle course to piece together that 'niggahs' was their inbred pronunciation of 'niggers' (a term we knew from TV and movies) which was idiot slang for a Black person. We were 'crackahs', idiot slang for crackers aka White people. Hispanics were 'beeners'; yeah, right.We also learned that the favorite activities for teenage rednecks was knocking over mailboxes as they sped down the road, beating up White girls who sucked Black cock and beating up 'niggahs' who touched White girls. My analysis was that these yahoos were long on talk and short on action.I wasn't a fashion icon yet I could tell these boys could use a bath and some fresh clothes. The girls who hung around this crowd looked about as loyal as salmon during spawning season. At 18, we were hardly experienced, but we weren't desperate virgins either. Girls we had just been introduced to, flirting with us and suggesting later sexual rendezvouses were a definite turn-off because God knows who else they'd been doing it with.That led us to the riche clique. Among the guys; half were snobbish closet gays who weren't our thing. The other half were rich straight guys pretending to be rednecks. Rich White girls pretended to be friends with the rich Black girls. They were used to being pampered by their rich White boyfriends while eyeing every Black stud that crossed their path.Until they realized Samsonov = Fonteneau, they were snide. After that, they tried to convince us we were all (distantly) related. Bloodlines and riches were not the basis for what we called friends so we politely postponed any celebrations.The Cineplex was a hunting ground for all ages. White women I was pretty sure were married to someone else engaged in sexual liaisons with Blacks; be they teens, business types, or lay-abouts. We had no idea if these were random hook-ups, or affairs and we didn't really care.Having wasted nine hours of our lives we definitely wanted back, we ended up rendezvousing with Mom and Dad at his boss's, the Sheriff's, place. Whatever else he was, Robert ‘Big Bob' Carson wasn't an underpaid county employee. His home was nice, expansive, relatively new and sitting on four wonderful acres of land, half woodland/half professionally maintained lawn and gardens. He had an expansive deck with a built-in grill, hot tub and pool out back.My brothers and I had been under the impression this would be an office outing. It ended up being our two families; the five of us, Big Bob and his daughter, Brandy Crystal Carson. There was no Mamma Carson in sight and a lack of family pictures was noticed by us and our Mom. Dad and Bob (it was tough to call him Big Bob when Dad was bigger than he was) were deep in conversation at the outdoor grill when I arrived.‘Vlad, come out here,' my Dad called to me in his easy going manner.‘Brandy!' Bob shouted. I promptly showed up. Dad wasn't a passionate disciplinarian. I didn't hustle out of fear. I hurried out because I wanted my Dad to look good in front of the Sheriff. ‘Hello Vlad,' Big Bob greeted me. ‘You are a strapping lad, big like your Daddy.'That was a bit odd. I had only heard one person call my Father 'Daddy'. That was my Mom when she was feeling frisky. Mom walked around the house naked when the mood struck her (even when we had guests over) and had few compunctions about hopping into Dad's lap when she wanted attention. That was a common enough occurrence that 'us' boys had learned to sneak out of the room quietly before we were ten.Only in the last two years had we figured out part of Mom's bizarre sexual behavior was caused by Dad being utterly clueless where women were concerned. He could spot a shoplifter at a glance, or an expired car registration at fifty feet on a moonless night. I had seen a car saleswoman hit on Dad when he was getting his newest pick-up. She did everything but flash her tits and do a striptease; it all went right over Dad's head.‘Brandy! Get your ass down here!' Bob bellowed. She must have been most of the way to us because she materialized five seconds later.‘Yes Daddy,' Brandy sounded bored. I was too busy gawking to see Big Bob's reaction to his daughter's insolence.Brandy was beyond gorgeous (according to my personal standards). She had pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts, Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-White' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled, each a perfect hemisphere.Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.‘Brandy, this is Vladimir, Senior Deputy Samsonov's son. He's going to be your boyfriend this year,' Bob announced. I had a feeling this wasn't open for debate, in his mind.‘What!' Brandy squawked.‘What?' I looked to my Dad.‘What the fuck?' Brandy turned and glared at me. I would have enjoyed her breasts bouncing more if I hadn't been eyeballing my patriarch.‘Dad?' I kept my voice calm. Brandy was fantastic looking, but I didn't want anyone dictating my social life, period. I was eighteen. Besides, Brandy was turning out to have a far less appealing personality, Pretty Princess syndrome.‘Brandy, Vladimir's a nice boy. His father is 'good people',' Bob laid out his case.How did he know I was a good boy? He was taking a lot on faith.‘I don't want to date this loser,' Brandy shouted. 'Loser'? She didn't knew me either.‘If you don't keep Vlad as your boyfriend, then no cheerleading and no dance team,' Bob glared at his daughter. This clash of wills made no sense to me.‘No way!' Brandy glanced back at her Dad, protested loudly and stomped her foot on the wooden deck.‘Well then, you need to be home at 3:20 pm every school day,' Bob threatened. ‘And I'll make sure to check up on you.' Before I could wonder about Big Bob's abuse of power, I noted the state of the art security system, cyber-nanny.Brandy turned on me in a furor. Her face was screwed up with anger, her fists were clenched and I was working double-time to not ogle the cleave she enhanced by leaning forward. Man, she hated me for reasons I couldn't fathom. I disgusted her which I didn't get either. Plenty of non-relative women had called me good-looking and handsome.I had a healthy, well-defined physique, nice thick, blonde hair and the common sense to keep my body and clothes clean and casual. My only downside I'd ever been told about was my size, I was tall for my age and 'cut'. Brandy was 5' 4'. I was 6' 2'. I had stormy grey eyes, light blonde hair the color of wheat and skin spared the ravages of acne.‘Brandy, I am as uncomfortable and surprised about this as you are,' I tried to placate her. ‘Do you want to talk about it?' She forced herself to appear calm.‘Fine Victor,' she grumbled. Worse than getting my name wrong was the look of viciousness that glimmered in her eyes. ‘We'll make Daddy happy and be a cookie-cutter couple.'‘Dad?' I tried to exit this fiasco with some decorum.‘You'll do fine son,' he responded. That wasn't helpful.‘I'll see you Monday morning, Victor,' Brandy snidely mocked me before leaving. I turned to follow her thunderous retreat.Running after her would have felt pathetic so my sedate pursuit meant she put some distance between us. She ran right into Mom, who grabbed her arm.‘I'm warning you right now,' Mom hissed. ‘Don't have sex with any of my sons.'‘That won't be a problem,' Brandy snorted. I was filth in her mind

Send us a textIt's the most wonderful time of the year… that's right, it's our annual podcast episode looking back over the biggest and most bizarre bike-related stories of 2024! Plus some less cheery but nonetheless important town centre cycling ban chat for good measure.In part one, Ryan, Jack, and Emily, paper party helmets firmly attached, discuss the stories and narratives that jumped out at them during 2024: the UK general election and its impact on cycling so far, the ongoing storms battering the bike industry, the latest wave of aero tech, Tadej Pogačar's overwhelming dominance and much more. In part 2, we turn our attentions towards another cycling story that just wouldn't go away over the last 12 months – town centre cycling bans.Ryan is joined by one of those activists who successfully stood up to the wardens and caused a rethink in their local council over how they approach so-called ‘anti-social cycling'. As well as discussing his group's campaign against the crude and often incorrect implementation of the city's cycling ban, Will Bramhill from the Colchester Cycling Campaign told the podcast that cycling PSPOs will always prove controversial until the UK fully addresses its decades-long failure in transport policy, which constantly shunts cyclists away from safe spaces and on to dangerous roads alongside motorists.

“I will lay my hands of encouragement on him.” - Ebullient Enroute to the Mirror of Ever Present Sight, the Ghost Wardens have encountered a mystery. Strange green lights emanate from the center of Dead Lake, and the Wardens are on their way to investigate. Characters: Bolt Fist Jiao, master of music sorcery (Bob); Cheerful Fan, who smiles through his sorrow (Brendan); Ebullient Gong Gou, dog devil and fire sorcerer (Frank); Knives Tso, ox devil blade master (Jung Soo); and Sneaky Chao, silent assassin (Ron).

In this gripping episode, Tom and Denny, former wardens at USP Thompson—a high-security federal prison—share their harrowing experiences working in an environment plagued by corruption and violence. This conversation is sparked by the case of Jimmy, a former defendant represented by Justin Yentes, who was subjected to cruel and unusual punishment while incarcerated at the Bureau of Prisons. His case, like several others, exposes shocking abuses by correctional officers. In an effort to evade accountability, some staff members even enlisted inmates to attack the wardens at USP Thompson. Despite these revelations, lawmakers and the BOP administration have not held the violators accountable for their actions. Tom and Denny provide an unflinching look at the systemic failures and the persistent lack of resolution that allow these injustices to continue, courageously shedding light on a broken system desperately in need of fundamental change.

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we discuss Chapter 39 in which we discuss Sue's likely confusion at her nudity and lack of feathers, and Harry's bad luck for killing wardens.Dead Beat Chapter 39 Summary:Harry and Butters ride a newly animated Tyrannosaurus Sue to the site of the Darkhallow. They fight their way to the Wardens where Harry updates Luccio about the current situation. They are attacked by Corpsetaker, who takes over Luccio whom Harry is then forced to kill.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

Jake and Michael discuss all the latest Laravel releases, tutorials, and happenings in the community.This episode is sponsored by Sentry - code breaks, fix it faster. Don't just observe, take action today!Show linksSentry can't fix thisDynamic Cache, Database, and Mail Builders in Laravel 11.31 PHP 8.4 is released with Property Hooks, Class Instantiation without extra parenthesis, and more Asymmetric Property Visibility In PHP 8.4Herd Executable Support and Pest 3 Mutation Testing in PhpStorm 2024.3 Laravel Black Friday Deals PHP×World - The resurgence of PHP meet-ups with Chris Morrell Laravel Forge adds Statamic Integration Automated Composer Security Audits in Laravel with Warden Access Laravel Pulse Data as a JSON API Hide and safeguard emails from bots with the Muddle Laravel package Transform Data into Type-safe DTOs with this PHP Package Handling Default Values in Laravel Request using mergeIfMissing Dynamic Mailer Configuration in Laravel with Mail::build 

Welcome to episode 59 of the Comfy Cozy Witch Podcast! Today I chat all about setting and keeping magical and mundane holiday boundaries, tell you about some witchy time deep in the woods, and share a message from the Woodland Wardens. Grab yourself a cup of tea, and get comfy, cozy, and witchy with me! JOIN PATREON HERE!

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we discuss Chapter 34 & 35 in which Cowl brags all villain like, and Harry realizes his luck with women is truly spectacularly awful.Dead Beat Chapter 34 Summary:Harry goes back to Murphy's and gets updated from Thomas, Butters and Bob on the current theories of where the Necromancers will end up. Harry asks Thomas to send a message to the Wardens and then gets ready to call upon the Erlking.Dead Beat Chapter 35 Summary:Harry takes Butters and Mouse to go check on Shiela but while he's talking with her Butters interrupts and it becomes clear that Shiela is in fact an illusion from the Shadow of Lasciel. Harry locks her away in his mind after declining her offers of help, and as a result makes a realization of what the mystery numbers are and how to find The Word of Kemmler.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we discuss Chapter 32 and 33 in which Bob and Thomas are skeptical of Harry's career trajectory, and Harry interviews for the Hunt. Dead Beat Chapter 32 Summary:Harry goes back to Murphy's and gets updated from Thomas, Butters and Bob on the current theories of where the Necromancers will end up. Harry asks Thomas to send a message to the Wardens and then gets ready to call upon the Erlking.Dead Beat Chapter 33 Summary:Harry calls upon and traps the Erlking. While Harry struggles to maintain the binding he is assaulted by Cowl, freeing the Erlking and beginning the Wild Hunt.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastWe discuss Chapter 31 where Dresden tests fashion boundaries donning a grey cloak, Luccio makes a desperation play, and Ramirez plays it cool.Dead Beat Chapter 31 Summary:Harry joins the Wardens and is updated on the brutal attacks and ambushes the White Council has endured most recently. Harry speaks with Luccio privately to decline her offer to become a Warden but is finally convinced to accept and is promoted to Commander of the Region.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we discuss Chapter 29 & 30 in which Harry and Kumori miss each other's point, and Mac is probably annoyed that Harry kills his sales.Dead Beat Chapter 29 Summary:Kumori comes to Harry for the book and he explains that he no longer has it. Kumori makes an offer to allow Harry to leave in order to spare his life. Harry makes a counter offer to Kumori for information and the protection of the council. They both are unable to take the offer.Dead Beat Chapter 30 Summary:Harry drives the city gathering supplies for the upcoming ritual and then heads to McAnallys. The patrons leave for their safety upon Harry's suggestion, and the Wardens arrive to meet their newest member.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

Ari Gross is a Canadian writer who’s been on the show in the past to chat about his comics Awakening and Wardens. He’s currently crowdfunding his most recent book, Upkeep, which takes a dark look at the housing crisis that’s affecting the middle class everywhere. In Upkeep, a young family finds their dream house but […]

Amit Tishler and Elliot Sperl join the guys to talk about their can't-miss Mad Cave title, THE LAST WARDENS!

The Story of London returns with England slipping into a huge war with Scotland (and Wales, oh and France) and the circumstances behind this. In London we see the circumstances behind the rising of Charing Cross (and its sister Cheapside Cross) and the city continue under the Wardens, but we also have Vikings (no, honestly, they still around), 4 year old Scottish queens, Gascony pirates, and why someone fortified the Savoy. All of this and more…

The party has defeated the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse and are finally at the castle where the last phylactery resides.  There is a welcoming party awaiting them including an old friend.   New to the podcast?  You can catch up to the whole story so far in our annual Story Up to Now episode!   Let us know what you think!  Rate us on iTunes, email us at RelicofthePastPodcast@gmail.com, follow us @RelicofthePast on Twitter and @RelicofthePastPodcast on Facebook.  Articles and artwork are available at https://poolemedia.podbean.com/  Subscribe at your favorite podcatcher: iTunes Google Spotify PlayerFM Pandora

0:00 ... Bruce hello and welcome 0:33 ... Bet Online live commercial read 1:13 ... Bruce Introduces his guests: Arsalan Iftikhar, Eric Newman, & Brad from @celticspost 2:40 ... Bruce asks each guy when they became Celtics fans and who their favorite player is. 9:50 ... Why was this year's Celtics team the one to finally break through and win it all?  Lots of love for Jrue Holiday. 17:58 ... Arsalan explains how Jaylen Brown emulated a character in the old He-Man cartoons 19:42 ... Holiday was the "Third J," and the 48 Minutes podcast played a major role in setting the stage for Holiday to join the Celtics when Giannis Antetokounmpo challenged the Bucks to make a big move. 21:50 ... Many said that Jayson Tatum and Jaylen Brown would never be a great fit as teammates, but they have cracked the code and created an incredible partnership as virtual co-equals. 30:32 ... Bruce dubbed Holiday and Derrick White "The Wardens" because they "lock up" opposing players.  Are they reminiscent of former Celtic legend Dennis Johnson?  Our crew has great appreciation for both of The Wardens for so many reasons. 38:47 ... Every dentist in Boston should offer to fix Derrick White's teeth for free over the summer 39:23 ... Al Horford in 2024 and Kevin Garnett in 2008 were both glue guys on championship teams in Boston.  Our crew compares and contrasts their respective roles but everyone understands what Big Al meant to the 2024 Celtics.  He always was able to keep the team together when the pressure was on. 45:26 ... Arsalan said Peyton Pritchard only makes halfcourt shots. 45:58 ... Joe Mazzulla won everyone over after being much maligned in his first season as head coach.  Team president Brad Stevens showed great faith in Mazzulla when others wanted him fired.  Everyone agrees that he will only get better as a coach. 50:40 ... Bruce thanks his guests and says goodbye and flashes the Larry O'Brien Trophy on the way out. TRT 51:23  

Jake and Michael discuss all the latest Laravel releases, tutorials, and happenings in the community.This episode is sponsored by Mailtrap, an Email Delivery Platform that developers love. An email-sending solution with industry-best analytics, SMTP, and email API, SDKs for major programming languages, and 24/7 human support. Try for Free at MAILTRAP.IOShow linksA New Validation Rule and the Ability to Manually Fail a Command in Laravel 11.8 A New Minimal Default Exception Page With Dark Mode Support in Laravel 11.9 Len Woodward announces Conductor - the PHP version of npxUse a Closure with updateOrInsert() in Laravel 11.10 Eloquent JoinWith Package for Laravel Real Time Command Line Monitoring With Laravel Top Audit MySQL Databases in Laravel With the DB Auditor Package Monitor Code Processing Time in PHP with Time Warden Configuring Laravel With Additional Environment Files Using Eloquent Factories With PHPUnit Data Providers The ultimate guide to Laravel Validation 

* (0:29) Wayne has a problem: the Wardens from Dresden Files. Coming up with too many excuses for why powerful organizations don't care about the characters' problems. * (7:14) Session Zero can help…or maybe not. * (10:29) There's always someone bigger, and maybe your allies lack what you need. * (14:42) What if the characters […]