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A new Kentucky Derby 2025 prep, how racing is reacting to tariffs and decoupling and the National Horseplayers Championship are the subjects in the spotlight on the Ron Flatter Racing Pod. Colonial Downs hosts this weekend's $500,000 Virginia Derby, a qualifier for the run for the roses May 3. Churchill Downs Inc. vice president of racing Gary Palmisano Jr. talks about the race, the ongoing rise of the sport in Virginia and his family legacy that continues to drive him. From federal tariffs to the proposed decoupling of racing and slot machines at Gulfstream Park, National Thoroughbred Racing Association CEO Tom Rooney provides an update. He also previews this weekend's 26th annual NHC in Las Vegas, where an $800,000 first prize and an Eclipse Award will go to the winner. Super Screener creator Mike Shutty handicaps the Virginia Derby and the Virginia Oaks at Colonial Downs and the Grade 3 Whitmore Stakes at Oaklawn. John Cherwa joins in the conversation generated by listener and reader feedback from the past week, including reaction to the retirement of Del Mar announcer Trevor Denman. The Ron Flatter Racing Pod via Horse Racing Nation is available via free subscription from Apple, Firefox, iHeart and Spotify as well as HorseRacingNation.com.

The non-human intelligence present on Earth most certainly serves as a real-life boogeyman for the human race.Support Extraterrestrial Reality/Quirk Zone on Patreon:⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/Extraterrestrial_RealityCheck out my YouTube channel:Quirk Zone - YouTubeExtraterrestrial Reality Book Recommendations:Link to ROSWELL: THE ULTIMATE COLD CASE: CLOSED: https://amzn.to/3O2loSILink to COMMUNION by Whitley Strieber: https://amzn.to/3xuPGqiLink to THE THREAT by David M. Jacobs: https://amzn.to/3Lk52njLink to TOP SECRET/MAJIC by Stanton Friedman: https://amzn.to/3xvidfvLink to NEED TO KNOW by Timothy Good:  https://amzn.to/3BNftfTLink to UFOS AND THE NATIONAL SECURITY STATE, VOLUME 1:  https://amzn.to/3xxJvlvLink to UFOS AND THE NATIONAL SECURITY STATE, VOLUME 2: https://amzn.to/3UhdQ1lLink to THE ALLAGASH ABDUCTIONS: https://amzn.to/3qNkLSgLink to UFO CRASH RETRIEVALS by Leonard Stringfield: https://amzn.to/3RGEZKsFLYING SAUCERS FROM OUTER SPACE by Major Donald Keyhoe: https://amzn.to/3S7WkxvCAPTURED: THE BETTY AND BARNEY HILL UFO EXPERIENCE by Stanton Friedman and Kathleen Marden: https://amzn.to/3tKNVXn

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Over 100 years ago, an eight-year-old girl wrote to the editor of a New York City newspaper with a question: Is Santa Claus real? This is the story of how that letter and its famous, beautiful response - which you will also hear - came to be. Listen free, thanks to our friends at enVypillow.com and SierraSil.com. Drift is free, thanks to our wonderful sponsors: enVy Pillow and SierraSil. Both of them have been generous enough to offer 10% off all online purchases when you use the code drift.

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This week on From the Front Porch, Annie's dad, Chris Butterworth, reads the New York Sun reporter Francis P. Church's timeless response to eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon's question: “Is there a Santa Claus?” Read the letter from 1897 and learn about its history here. From the Front Porch is a weekly podcast production of The Bookshelf, an independent bookstore in South Georgia. You can follow The Bookshelf's daily happenings on Instagram, Tiktok, and Facebook, and all the books from today's episode can be purchased online through our store website, www.bookshelfthomasville.com.  A full transcript of today's episode can be found here. Special thanks to Dylan and his team at Studio D Podcast Production for sound and editing and for our theme music, which sets the perfect warm and friendly tone for our Thursday conversations.  If you liked what you heard in today's episode, tell us by leaving a review on Apple Podcasts. You can also support us on Patreon, where you can access bonus content, monthly live Porch Visits with Annie, our monthly live Patreon Book Club with Bookshelf staffers, Conquer a Classic episodes with Hunter, and more. Just go to patreon.com/fromthefrontporch. We're so grateful for you, and we look forward to meeting back here next week. Our Executive Producers are...Jennifer Bannerton, Stephanie Dean, Linda Lee Drozt, Ashley Ferrell, Susan Hulings, Wendi Jenkins, Martha, Nicole Marsee, Gene Queens, Cammy Tidwell, and Amanda Whigham.

An epic adventure to save Christmas with SEX!By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Scene 1THE MEETING“Hi. My name is Kris, and I'm a sex addict.”“Hi, Kris,” replied the other sex addicts. I was too dumbfounded to speak.Of all the people in all the world that could have walked into the Anchorage Sex Addict's Anonymous Support Group, it would have to be him.Kris Kringle.I don't think anyone else recognized him, but the dark sunglasses didn't fool me. I'd known who he was the second he'd walked into the room and purchased a hot chocolate from the drink machine. He didn't look exactly as I'd pictured him. For one thing, he was taller than I expected. About a foot taller than me, which would make him almost six feet. And he wasn't as fat as he usually looked on Christmas card illustrations. Artistic license I guess… or maybe he'd been working out. And he wasn't an old man, which was surprising. If not for the snowy white hair and beard, he'd have passed for thirty-five, tops. But it was him. I knew it. I felt it in my heart and in my head. Call it woman's intuition. He had the beard, the long eyebrows, the handlebar moustache, the rosy cheeks and the cherry nose.But he didn't look very jolly. In fact, he seemed downright depressed. Prior to speaking, he'd sat quietly in his fold up chair, looking around the room. He was probably trying to figure out who was naughty and who was nice. But he needn't have bothered. Other than the facilitator, we were all quite naughty.Kris was wearing Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt with a silly slogan on it: “Reindeers Rule”. Probably something one of the elves gave him for Christmas. It was an odd outfit to choose. It was December in Alaska. It was ten below zero outside! He was obviously trying to go incognito. It's called Sex Addicts ANONYMOUS, after all. But I guess it's hard to be anonymous when you're Santa Claus.Kris took a sip of cocoa and started talking in a deep, sonorous voice that made my heart melt. He said he was the foreman of a large manufacturing facility. A year ago he'd started having sexual relations with some of his employees. Soon it became an obsession. He didn't want to get into the details, but the situation got so bad that his wife left him. And now his business was in danger. He had a big delivery coming up soon, but his employees were in full revolt as a result of his actions. If he missed the delivery deadline, he'd be ruined.The others took his story at face value, but not me. I could read between the lines. He'd done something inappropriate with the elves, pissing off Mrs. Claus… and if that weren't bad enough, Christmas was in danger of not happening at all!A shiver went down my spine. Christmas was everything to me… hell, it was my reason for living! My first job was as a department store elf, and later I worked at the Christmas store. Nowadays, I sold and traded Christmas tchotchke online. If there was no Christmas this year… well, it was too horrible to contemplate!I had to do something about it. I had to help Santa. I had to save Christmas!After he finished talking, Kris listened politely as the rest of the sex addicts spilled their guts, trying to figure out how their lives had gotten so f' up. When it was my turn to share, I passed. I didn't want him to know about me… not yet anyway.When the meeting adjourned, I went up to Kris.“Excuse me, uh, Kris, is it?”“Yes. It's nice to meet you, Virginia.”“Wait… how do you know my name?” But even as I said it, I already knew how he knew. Santa knows the name of everyone in the world!“Sam said your name when he asked you if you'd like to talk.”I didn't remember my name being mentioned, but if he wanted to play it that way, so be it, “Oh… right. Well, you're a good listener.”There were tiny little twinkles in his tired eyes as he said, “Sometimes, Virginia. I try to be.”His expression changed for a moment. He looked me up and down, eyes narrowing. I knew that look. I'd seen it on plenty of sex addicts. He was checking me out, but trying desperately not to think about fucking me. I was a pretty little thing. Though I was 29, I usually passed for younger because of my youthful, adorable face. I was skinny, so my c-cups looked nice and round under my thick, white sweater. My black hair was cut short. It curled around the sides, forming points near my cheeks separated by straight bangs cut straight, just above my dark blue eyes. My facial features have been described as cute or even ‘elfin'. I inherited my features from my grandparents, who'd emigrated from Iceland. I had their high cheekbones, pale white skin and slanty blue eyes. I kind of look like Bjork, but even cuter, in my opinion.“Well,” I said nervously, “Do you have a sponsor yet?”He sighed. It was obvious that he wasn't all that interested in the whole twelve-step process. He'd probably come to the group out of desperation, rather than an earnest commitment to change, “No, not yet. I suppose you're offering to play that role?”“Sure. I mean, it's up to you. But I'm not sponsoring anyone else right now. We all have sponsors. It's sort of… how it works.”He nodded, glancing impatiently at the door, hoping to escape as soon as possible, I suppose. He mumbled, “I'm not really sure what a sponsor does.”“Well… I guess I'd be someone you could call if you needed to talk about anything. Hey, we all know why we're here. We have urges to… do things that aren't good for us. Sometimes the best way to resist an urge is to talk to someone who understands… who's been there herself. Someone who can talk you down and refocus you on your priorities.”He nodded. “Okay… well, that sounds lovely. But I don't need help…”I laughed, “Oh, everybody needs help, Kris. These meetings are only once a week. But temptations pop up every day. Every hour of every day, if you're lucky.” I laughed.He smiled and shrugged, and we exchanged phone numbers. It surprised me that Santa had a cell phone. I didn't think they had cellular service at the North Pole. We shook hands and he walked off into the snowstorm, head down, and hands in his pockets, his sandals crunching through the snow. It was freezing out, but he didn't so much as shiver.“Virginia,” said a voice behind me. I turned to see Sam, the facilitator. He had a suspicious look on his face. “Were you talking to Kris just now?”“Kris?” I said, playing dumb. “Oh, you mean the guy with the shorts? Sure. We were chatting.”“Virginia,” he said knowingly. “He's not Santa Claus.”I laughed gaily, “Of course not! You thought I…? No, no. He's not Santa Claus. That's obvious! Too skinny for one thing.”Sam's eyes narrowed. “And… Santa Claus doesn't exist. Right?”I felt my hackles rising, but I stifled the urge to slap his smug face.“Well, that goes without saying. He can't be Santa because there is no Santa. Everybody knows that. I was just trying to be funny.”Sam nodded, still suspicious of my intentions, “You didn't speak today. Is it because you didn't want him to know about your… Santa issues?”I thought up another lie, but decided to sprinkle a bit of truth in it. “You might be right. I don't know. When he came in, well… the beard, the white hair… it sort of threw me for a loop. That's why I was talking with him just now. I wanted to feel him out. You know, assure myself that he's not… you know who. And he's not! Definitely not. I mean, how could he be? There is no Santa, duh. But even if there were a Santa, which there isn't, it wouldn't be that fella!”Sam was no dummy. He knew that I had this thing for guys with long white beards and bellies that jiggled like bowls full of jelly. He said, “Still, you should try to keep your distance from Kris. You've been celibate for almost a year now. You've got to avoid temptation. One slip and you're back to zero.”“I don't know what you're worrying about Sam. Alaska is full of guys that look like Kris. Sure, I feel urges… but I know now how stupid and pointless it is.”Sam nodded and said, “You can't sleep with them all.”“I agree,” I said nodding. It was true. I couldn't sleep with them all, and Saint Nick knows I'd tried! “But maybe it's a good thing that he's in the group. I need to get used to being around guys like him without feeling the urge to… you know.” I blushed. I may have banged over a hundred would-be Santa's in my day, but I was still basically a blushing little girl down deep.Sam nodded and patted me on the shoulder and went on to harass someone else. I didn't tell him that I was Kris' sponsor. He'd find out eventually, but keeping it a secret might buy me time to figure out my next move.After all, I had to save Christmas!Over the next few days I resisted several urges to dial Kris' phone number. I'd decided to tell him that I knew his true identity, but I figured it would be best to wait until the next meeting to spring that on him. If I played that card too fast, he might bolt and I'd lose him forever.But he didn't come to the meeting. Sam said he hadn't heard from Kris. I knew something was wrong. So after the meeting I tried calling Kris. But there was no answer, it just went to voice mail.“Hi, you've reached Kris Johansson's voice mail. Please leave a message, and I'll get back to you a.s.a.p.”I left a message, but he didn't return my call. I left a few more messages that week. Telling him that he could call me, any day, any time, it didn't matter. I was there for him if he needed meBut Christmas was coming soon, and I figured he was busy preparing for the 'big delivery', so I wasn't all that surprised he didn't call me back, just disappointed.I'd almost given up on hearing from him. Then about 11 p.m. the night before Christmas Eve, I was awoken by the clatter of jingling bells. At first, groggy with sleep, I thought Santa's sleigh was landing on my roof. I thought, that's weird, he's a day early, But then I remembered that I'd assigned a jingle-bell ring tone to Kris's number. I jumped out bed and scrambled for my phone; afraid I wouldn't get to it in time.“Hello?”My heart sang, when I heard Kris' deep, melodious voice saying my name, “Virginia. I need… Something is… I need help.”There was music in the background. It sounded like electronic club music, but with bells jingling to the beat. There were also occasional high-pitched whoops that could be heard over the music.I spoke in a clear, serious voice; just as my sponsor talked whenever I called her in the midst of a crisis, “Tell me what's happening. Are you safe?”“Yes. I'm fine. I just…” his voice choked up with emotion, “I don't know what I'm doing. I'm ruining everything.”“Where are you?”“In the el… at a club, I guess.”“A sex club?”“I don't know… I guess… sort of.”“Are you having sex?”“Yes,” he replied, his deep voice thick with shame.“Right now?”He started sobbing, “Oh… what's wrong with me?”I could barely contain my excitement. Santa Claus was having sex somewhere, and I was on the phone with him! How great is that?!“You need to walk out of there. Just stop whatever you're doing and leave.”He sniffed a few times then weakly said, “Okay.”“I mean it. Don't hang up. Stay on the line until you are out of there.”“Okay. Okay. Sorry guys. No. No, I gotta go.” There were high-pitched voices in the background, almost like someone was complaining in some weird language. Sounded Scandinavian.Elves. Had to be.I heard fumbling sounds, probably him holding his phone while pulling up his pants. Then there was the clicking sound of his belt being buckled, followed by heavy breathing and rustling. The music started getting softer, until it was cut off with the sound of a slamming door. I heard his feet crunching through the snow.“Okay, I'm out of there. But I want to go back in.”“Don't! Listen to my voice. Don't go back in there. Get on your sleigh… I mean, in your car, and… where are you?”“The… uh, near my factory.”“Where is that… never mind. Just… can you meet me?”“Where?”“How about… Moose Café?”“The diner next to the motel?”“Yeah, that's the one. How fast can you get there?”“I don't know… maybe ten minutes.” Wow, Santa's sleigh really is fast!“Okay, see you at the diner in ten minutes. Fly safe!”“What? Didn't catch that…”“Drive safe, Kris. See you in ten.”I hung up. My heart was thumping in my chest like twelve drummers drumming. He needed my help! Santa needed my help!SCENE 2YES VIRGINIA, THERE IS A SANTA CLAUSAll my adult life, people have been telling me that there is no Santa. But my parents have always said I just need to ignore the naysayers and hold onto my beliefs. “Santa is as real as you and I,” my mother says whenever I start to lose faith. I live, eat and breathe Christmas. And I've always tried to be nice, not naughty. And every Christmas Eve I religiously leave Santa milk and cookies on the table near the fireplace. And as a reward, up until I was 26, Santa left presents under my tree every single Christmas! Not just any old presents, but the presents I asked for in the letters I sent to him at the North Pole. But, Santa's got a funny sense of humor. I once asked him for a new house… I got that idea from an old movie. In response, he sent me a little dollhouse! It was tiny, but beautifully made, and looked almost exactly like what I'd pictured in my mind. That Santa, what a joker! I loved that dollhouse (I can see it right now from where I'm writing, the centerpiece of my enormous holiday display).Three years ago my mean younger sister, Stephanie, called me on Christmas Eve and told me something that ruined everything. She said my parents had been flying across the country every Christmas eve, ever since I left home, picking the lock of my tiny little New York apartment, sneaking in, eating the cookies and drinking the milk and leaving presents in my stocking and under my tree addressed, “To: Virginia. From: Santa.” Can you imagine my sister telling such a heinous lie? But sadly, I believed her for one hot minute. That sounded exactly like the kind of thing my parents would do. They were crazy for Christmas. I should have called them but I didn't. I bawled like a baby and threw out my Christmas tree. Literally, I just opened the window and pushed it out into the street below. I didn't make any cookies either. Later on, I decided that's probably what pissed Santa off the most. He loved my cookies!When I woke up Christmas morning, I had a shock in store. There was a lump of coal sitting on the floor where my tree had been. Just sitting there, mocking me. I knew, right then, right there, that my sister was a liar. But it was too late. I'd rejected Santa!I was naughty!That was pretty much the worst day of my life. I fell into such a deep funk over the next few months that I got fired from my job at the Christmas store. When that happened, I had a bit of a… I guess you'd call it a nervous breakdown. I don't have any memory of what I did, but I woke up one day in a… facility. The doctors said I'd been ranting about Santa for days and days, opening windows and shouting out into the snowy air that I was a fool and begging for Santa's forgiveness. The doctors wouldn't let me go until I pretended that Santa wasn't real. But I got out in February, totally cured, and began my long search for Santa.Okay… maybe I wasn't totally cured. I sort of went through a slightly confused time after that. One day I saw a stranger on the street that looked just like Santa. He was a fat fifty-something with a big white beard. He had this jolly look in his eye, even though he was obviously homeless. He even smoked from a little pipe, just like in that poem about him. I became convinced that he was the actual, real Santa. Why was he homeless? Well, it was spring, I reasoned. The elves were making toys, and Santa was taking a break. It made sense to me at the time, but that just tells you how discombobulated I was back then. I struck up a conversation with him, and of course he denied being Santa. But that's just what the real Santa would do. He was stinky and hungry, so I invited him over to my apartment to bathe while I baked him some cookies.He had no idea why a pretty 27-year-old girl would invite him into her home, but he didn't object. I made his favorite chocolate cookies while humming 'jingle bells' and listening to him splashing around in the tub. He stayed in there a long time, enjoying the hot water, which I guess was a bit of a luxury for him. My first batch of cookies came out of the oven. I was so eager to give him a taste, that I took a plateful into the bathroom without even knocking.He was beautiful sitting there in the tub. So fat, so jolly… he had a big pile of suds on top of his head, and I laughed in spite of myself. He looked at me, shocked that I'd walked in on him like that, but he greedily gobbled up my cookies. Then he said, grumpily, “Well, if you're not gonna wash my back, get out.”I took that as an invitation to wash his back. I sat on the edge of the tub and soaped up his back, which was covered with curly white hair. I ran my fingers through it, feeling something… unexpected, stirring between my legs. And no, it wasn't a flea. At least… I don't think so.When I was done with his back, I decided to shampoo his hair, because he hadn't done a very thorough job. I kicked off my shoes, moved behind him and put my feet in the water. I could feel his hairy thighs against my ankles. He leaned back against me as I scrubbed his hair. It was so snaggled with twigs, it took forever to clean it all out. He must have enjoyed my attentions, because after a while, I saw the tip of his penis break through the bubbly surface of the water. He didn't try to cover it up, so I figured, if he's not embarrassed, why should I be?By this time the water was rank, so I emptied the tub and refilled it. I got a good look at his naked body then. Santa had a big belly… and a big penis. Big enough, anyway, to still look big in spite of all the fat around his abdomen. I hadn't seen many penises up to then. I'd always been pretty shy around men. The two guys I'd actually had sex with were fellow elves who'd worked at Santa's Winterland with me when I was 19. They weren't little people, just in case you're wondering. They were just regular guys, trying to earn a buck wearing pointy plastic ears and red shoes with bells. Neither of them were good lovers, but it turned out that making love with me made them realize they were gay. Can you imagine? This happened two weeks apart. My luck, I'm telling you. But I was a nice girl, so I played matchmaker for them, and soon they were fooling around in Santa's house after closing time, with each other, not me.Anyway, the point is, homeless Santa was the first man I'd seen naked in years and years and years. I found his body intriguing. So after refilling the tub, I kneeled on the floor to wash his legs. They were still pretty crusty. Then I just kept working up higher, and his eyes grew wider and wider. He didn't tell me to stop, so I didn't. I cleaned his balls, his cock, and his ass. I was happy to do it. And he enjoyed me doing it too. He had such a smile on his jolly old face. He particularly liked me cleaning his hard penis, stroking it up and down with my hand on one side and a sponge on the other. He kept telling me, “Yeah, don't stop. Just like that. Don't stop.” So I didn't stop. He was Santa. Why would I stop?I was as surprised as anything when a fountain of semen shot out of his penis and all over my hands. I paused for a second but he grunted, “No, don't stop!” So I kept cleaning, and he squirted a few more times, letting out a long croaking groan. Then he slumped back in the tub and unceremoniously fell asleep. I smiled. I was happy that I could give Santa pleasure like that. Maybe now he'd forgive me for doubting him. I looked at his sticky cum on my hands. I sniffed it, thinking it might smell Christmassy somehow, you know, cinnamon and spice, but it didn't. I licked it off my fingers. It was kind of salty.As Santa snored, I washed him some more, making sure to clean the crusty dried food out of his beard. I even cleaned out his ears, which were almost stopped closed with hair and gunk. Then I waited for him to wake up, making sure to keep the water nice and warm. I played with his balls, because it made him hum in his sleep. His cock got hard, then soft again, in response to my touch. That was kind of fun! I made a bit of a game out of it, seeing how many ball tickles it took before he was stiff again. He woke up an hour later. He seemed a little embarrassed and at a loss for words. He just mumbled, “Thanks, girlie”.I helped him get out of the tub. He was kind of creaky and old. I started to wonder how a man this weak could possibly control a sleigh or climb down chimneys or do any of the other strenuous activities required of Santa on Christmas Eve. I watched him dry off, and now that he was clean… well, he just didn't look as Santa-ish as before. He asked if I had any gin. I offered him eggnog instead. When he drank it I knew I'd made a mistake. He spit it out! Can you imagine? Santa Claus… spitting out eggnog? This old bum was probably expecting it to be spiked with some sort of alcohol, like my aunt used to do. But I preferred it right out of the carton, just like Santa.Well, that was a sore disappointment, I can tell you! But he was my guest, so I made dinner for fake homeless Santa. He ate it all up, but when it was over he grabbed my bottom and asked if I'd like to give him another bath. How rude! I told him, in no uncertain terms, that he shouldn't look a gift reindeer in the mouth and ushered him out of my apartment.I suppose I should have learned my lesson. You know the one about not judging a book by its cover. But I didn't.I tried to put my life back together. I got a job outside of the Christmas industry, and I tried not to think about Santa. But every time I spotted a white bearded fat man on the street, or in the subway, my heart would soar, and my gray world would grow brighter. I'd usually follow him for a while before deciding he probably wasn't Santa. If he looked particularly jolly… well, I found myself getting turned on. Sexually turned on. It was disquieting. I'd never had those kinds of feelings for Santa before. Later that spring I started having erotic dreams in which I was Mrs. Claus. These dreams would usually end with Santa and I making love in a pile of snow, under the aurora borealis. I would wake up turned on but terrified. So I stopped Santa hunting and concentrated on my job all through the summer.After Halloween, the Christmas decorations started going up all over town, and boom, just like that my obsession was back. I started wandering the streets, chasing anything in a beard. Now when I woke up after one of those vivid Santa dreams, I'd lay in bed, sometimes for hours, masturbating. I began to reconcile myself with the fact that I had the hots for Saint Nick. After all, I wasn't a child anymore. I was a 27-year-old woman. What's so terrible about being attracted to a vital, handsome, generous, jolly old elf?One day I saw a street corner Santa ringing a bell next to a donation pot. He had a real beard, not one of those fake ones. And his Santa suit was beautiful! Real leather boots and everything. And the way he said “Ho, Ho, Ho!” Well… I knew the moment I saw him, that this was Santa! The real Santa! Oh, yeah, it was definitely him! No doubt about it! And he was so sexy, the way his belly bounced when he swung his bell. I started wondering if he was a good kisser… if his penis was as big as homeless Santa's had been… if it would feel just as hard and meaty in my hand… if it would spurt just the same? I got so turned on I could barely breathe.I watched Santa until he was done for the night, then I followed him through the dark streets. I half expected that he'd go around a corner and hop on a waiting sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer, so I stayed close, treading softly so he wouldn't hear me. But he walked up to an apartment building and opened the door with a key. Before he could close it behind him, I ran up and pushed my way inside.“Santa,” I said, “I…” but I couldn't think of anything to say.He looked at me with a perplexed expression and said, “What?”I stared at him and tried like mad to think of something, but my mind was a blank.“Well, spit it out, girl. I ain't got all night!”I wanted to thank him for all the toys and presents he'd given me over the years, even that last one, the lump of coal, because it had taught me a valuable lesson about holding on to your faith in a world full of cynics.But instead, I kissed him.Yeah, that's what I said. I threw my arms around him and kissed Santa Claus right on the mouth. I couldn't believe I was doing it, but there I was doing it anyway. And he was stunned… shocked into immobility. My kiss was close mouthed at first. But… well, I don't know what came over me… maybe it was the smell of cinnamon in his beard… but I stuck my tongue in Santa's mouth. And doing that made me go mad with desire, I was panting desperately and hugging him tightly, making him stumble backwards into the foyer. I pushed him until he fell onto his back on the staircase, and I clambered on top of him, my little body rubbing like mad all over his big fat belly.After a while he began kissing me too, sticking his tongue in my mouth and rubbing his gloved hands all over my back and squeezing my ass. I was wearing a plaid skirt that night, and his hands reached right under it, and he started rubbing my crotch through my panties! His magical fingers found the nub of my clitoris, and soon he was fingering me to heaven. Oh, Saint Nick, it felt great!Anybody could have seen us from the street or the stairwell, but we didn't care, we just made out like two desperate snow bunnies. He yanked his glove off his right hand with his teeth, his eyes crazy with need, then reached down around my ass, and I felt Santa's naked fingers slip under my panties and into my pussy!“Oh, Santa!” I moaned into his mouth. I felt his hardening penis poking up into my crotch, and I rubbed myself against him so hard, if we were made out of wood, we would have burst into flame. All the while his fingers delved ever deeper into me. I reached under his fat belly, desperately searching for his zipper, but his fly had buttons, and I couldn't figure out how to undo them. He took his fingers out of my vagina long enough to unbutton himself, and before I knew it, his hard, huge cock was inside me!“Oh, Santa!” I shrieked in joy.His cock wasn't nearly as big as fake homeless Santa's, but it didn't matter. I hadn't had sex in almost eight years, so he felt huge inside me! And he was so hard! I grabbed the stairway banister with one hand and his beard with the other. I began to thrust myself forward and back, banging my trim little belly into his huge flabby belly, driving his North Pole deep into my nearly virgin vagina!“Oh, Santa! Santa! Oh, you feel so good inside me!!”“Ow! Ow! Ow!” he said, because I was pulling his beard with every thrust. But he didn't tell me to stop. Maybe he knew that his beard was turning me on… probably more than any other part of him. I didn't take my eyes off him the whole time we fucked. I just ate him up with my eyes, amazed and astonished that this was really happening. His suit was so red and fuzzy, his face so jolly and sexy! He was Santa Claus! I was fucking Santa Claus!I started shrieking, feeling the first orgasm of my life ripping through me.“Oh… God! Santa!! Santa!”He put his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. If anyone had opened their doors, they'd have seen quite a sight! Well… for all I know people might have seen us. I wouldn't have noticed. I was blinded by the Christmas spirit.Soon after my orgasm, Santa grunted and grabbed my ass to stop my gyrations and held me down, as if I might fly away. Then I felt him cumming inside me. The feeling of it, so intensely intimate… it drove me wild!“Oh, Santa!!” I yelled, my eyes popping out of my head, “You're cumming inside me!!!!!” I shrieked loud enough to wake everyone in the building, if I hadn't already. After he was done with his spasms and his arms went limp, I just sat there, feeling his cock softening inside me. I looked down into his dazed, sweaty, amazed face… my heart filled with love. I petted his curly white beard with my hand and leaned over to sprinkle his face with little kisses.“I'm sorry about the cookies, Santa.” I said softly. Hoping he'd forgive me.“Wha… what? Cookies?” He said breathlessly. “Fuck, I'm burning up in this suit!” He was sweating profusely and reached up to take off his Santa hat.He was bald!Oh, no! I did it again! Santa isn't bald! But this guy, whoever he was, was as bald as a cue ball! I didn't say a thing. I just stood up and walked right out of there, leaving him lying on his back on the stairs, wondering what the hell had just happened. As I walked quickly down the street, overcome with disappointment, I could feel his cum oozing out of me and down my leg. It didn't disgust me… actually, I kind of enjoyed the sensation… but it wasn't Santa's cum. That's what I really wanted. I wanted to make love to Santa, not some random geriatric in an expensive Santa suit!Thank goodness for the morning after pill. The last thing I needed was to get pregnant… at least not with some fake Santa's baby.But a few days later I started to wonder if maybe I'd been wrong to judge that man based on having no hair.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

When 8-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon sends a letter to the editor of the New York Sun newspaper asking if there is really a Santa Claus, she didn't realize what a thoughtful response she would receive back.  This letter is the most reprinted editorial in any newspaper in the English language and usually appears during the Christmas season.  Listen to Editor Francis Phacellus Church's response in, “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.”  Read by Joette Salandro.  A Production of We Are One Body® Audio Theatre.

One hundred twenty seven years later the answer is the same. What are your thoughts? Your beliefs? What do you KNOW in your heart of hearts? Let's delve into these questions together, creating an energy that unto itself will be a gift!

Bigfoot is in Virginia. primarily towards the western & central part of the state. As usual, Bigfoot is seen in the less populated areas. They don't care to be around humans too much. Sasquatch has even been sited not too far from where we live! but that was before it started getting built up with more people. Cocktail: Bloody Russian-white Russian with grenadine.

Bigfoot is in Virginia. primarily towards the western & central part of the state. As usual, Bigfoot is seen in the less populated areas. They don't care to be around humans too much. Sasquatch has even been sited not too far from where we live! but that was before it started getting built up with more people. Cocktail: Bloody Russian-white Russian with grenadine.

National Pecan cookie day. Entertainment from 19664. Benedict Arnold turned traitor, Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus printed, Stonehenge sold at auction. Todyas birthdays - H.G. Wells, Chuck Clark, Larry Hagman, Stephen King, Bill Murray, Dave Coulier, Rob Murrow, Faith Hill, Luke Wilson, Alphonso Ribeiro, Liam Gallagher, Jason Derulo. Walter Brennan died.Intro - Pour some sugar on me - Def Leppard http://defleppard.com/Pecan cookies - Muk PuhThe house of the rising sun - The AnimalsI guess I'm crazy - Jim ReevesBirthdays - In da club - 50 Cent   https://www.50cent.com/I dream of Jeannie TV themeWild one - Faith HillFresh prince of Bel-AireTV themeWonderwall - OasisIn my head - Jason DeruloExit - In my dreams - Dokken    https://www.dokken.net/  Follow Jeff Stampka on facebook and cooolmedia.com

You might think it's fiction, but just like Santa Claus, there IS a Week Zero. This is where CFB teams test their metal before they get into the real meat of the season. Adam Jividen, Browns, Buckeyes, Guardians super fan and Cavaliers Super Duper Fan, and our Swiss Army Knife joins us to talk Week Zero.  Following up Adam Jividen (that's an uneviable position!!) Derek Vance from Push to Pass Podcast joins us to continue the Week Zero conversation and will also talk some Indycar as they roll out in Portland for the Bitnile.com Grand Prix. Steve Wilson, editor in chief of SpeedwayDigest.com and our official NASCAR contibutor joins us to break down the action at Daytona. It's a packed weekend, XfinitySeries rolls out Friday night, NASCAR hits the track Saturday and the trucks roll out on Sunday. Tony Donahue of the TonyDPodcast and our official IndyCar contributor joins us to continue the IndyCar conversation. We'll see how it all plays out after they finish qualifying. Be sure and call in at 917-889-8516 and check out our IG @thebalancesportscast and our website at www.balancesportscast.com. You don't want to miss this one...it's about to get good!!

Could Minneapolis/St. Paul follow Chicago and get a tornado later this summer?Find out what Paul told Vineeta today on The WCCO Morning News

On today episode, Aaron Ross Powell is joined by guest Richard Rothstein,  a Distinguished Fellow of the Economic Policy Institute and a Senior Fellow (emeritus) at the Thurgood Marshall Institute of the NAACP Legal Defense Fund. He is the author of The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America. His latest book is Just Action: How to Challenge Segregation Enacted Under the Color of Law.He and Aaron discuss the root of America's modern segregation, the role of the Supreme Court in its development, and what we can do to remedy it. We hope you enjoy it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.theunpopulist.net

STAN ZIMMERMAN is a man of many mediums (TV, film and theatre). He's been nominated for two WGA Awards for Best Comedy Writing – The Golden Girls and Roseanne. Stan's also written and produced on Gilmore Girls, co-created the Lifetime sitcom, Rita Rocks, wrote on both Brady Bunch movies and rewrote the ABC-TV movie of Annie. Stan has a BFA-Drama from NYU/Circle-in-the-Square and has directed such LA productions as The Diary of Anne Frank-Latinx (eight iterations since 2018), Entertaining Mr. Sloane, A Tuna Christmas, Gemini, Spike Heels, Pledge, Heartbreak Help and his original plays -- Meet & Greet, Knife to the Heart, Yes Virginia and Have a Good One. Stan directed Off-Broadway's Hyprov (Daryl Roth Theatre). TRWplays has published and licensed four of his works -- Yes Virginia, Silver Foxes and his suicide awareness play, right before I go, including a School Edition. Stan has appeared in the play across the U.S. Zimmerman & Berg wrote the recent Lifetime Christmas movie, Ladies of the 80's: A Divas Christmas. Stan's book, The Girls: From Golden to Gilmore is available from Indigo River Publishing. Stan's next directing gig is the World Premiere of Peter Ritt's High Maintenance (Road Theatre Company, North Hollywood, April ‘24).Web:  https://www.zimmermanstan.comIMDb:  https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0956785/Buy the Book: https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Golden-Gilmore-Stan-Zimmerman/dp/1954676603/Photo: Copyright Wilkinson/2024Opening and closing music courtesy the very talented Zakhar Valaha via Pixabay.To contact Wilkinson- email him at BecomingWilkinson@gmail.com

In an In Your Earholes first, Jasen and Oliver have a disagreement over a song (It's not Oliver's song). Don't worry, they're not mad at each other, though. Jasen picks a spinoff of a truly great band, and Oliver just picks something awful that was funded by Canadian taxpayers. Download Episode233.mp3 The video for Oliver's songIn Your Earholes on Twitter/XOliver on Twitter/XJasen on Twitter/X

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Apologies to Frank's Cheese Hammers, but there is such a thing as a bad idea in product development. Noah explains in this episode. Product QuickStart: Noah McNeely https://productquickstart.com 'opu probiotics by Tiffany Krumins: https://www.opuprobiotics.com Podcast Website: https://productgeniuspod.com Slightly Annoying Co-Host: Steven Julian Podcast Producer: Jodey Smith https://www.jodeysmith.com 

Happy 2024! On today's episode we discuss what we did for New Year's Eve and what we may be doing next year. We also discuss the new ‘voice' of the O'Brien & Doug Podcast (you'll have to listen to find out). We hear about the O'Brien family's holiday card that never happened, and his latest acquisitions from our friends at KMH Music. On top of that, we dig into UCR's list of terrible rock cover songs. Our MMM has us thinking doobies and we climb the Wall of Tunes for one of O'Brien's favorites. I mean, he may or may not have named one of his kids after him. #2024 #CousinLarry #coversongs #michaelmcdonald #judecolehttps://www.facebook.com/obrienanddoug/ https://instagram.com/obrien_and_doug

Hello and welcome back to Breakfast with Mom!  We are going to conclude our Christmas series.  Today's Christmas story takes place in New York City 1897.  I found this story when I watched the 2009 movie on Netflix.  I'm sure some of our listeners have seen the movie's thumbnail while surfing Netflix for a Christmas movie but may not know it was based on a true story.Laura Virginia O'Hanlon was born on July 20, 1889, in New York City, to Philip F. O'Hanlon, a surgeon who also worked as a coroner for the New York City Police Department, and Laura Lincoln O'Hanlon.  In 1897, Virginia asked her father whether Santa Claus existed. His answer did not convince her, and she decided to pose the question to the New York newspaper The Sun.  Sources conflict over whether her father suggested writing the letter or she elected to on her own.  In her letter, Virginia wrote that her father had told her, "If you see it in The Sun it's so."  Virginia later told The Sun that her father thought the newspaper would be "too busy" to respond to her question and had said, "Write if you want to," but not to be disappointed if she did not get a response. Resources:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_O%27Hanlon#Referenceshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yes,_Virginia,_there_is_a_Santa_Claushttps://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10184308/virginia-o'hanlonhttps://guides.loc.gov/chronicling-america-yes-virginiahttps://www.laurinburgexchange.com/news/55772/the-rest-of-the-storyAll the things: Music: "A Sip of Coffee to Relieve Stress" by Katzen TupasLogo Artwork: Strawbeary Studios https://www.youtube.com/@StrawbearyStudios/featuredEpisode was researched, written and edited by ShanoaSocial Media:  https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100090200010112X (formerly Twitter): @breakfastmompodEmail: breakfastwithmompodcast@gmail.comWebsite: https://breakfastwithmompodcast.com/

Charlotte will read from Christmas Themed poems, tell the story of Hanukkah, read the Yes Virginia letter, The Night Before Christmas and other stories.

Tim and Jen enlist the help of Bitter Karella to wade through the 22 minutes of treacle that is the forgotten faux-Peanuts special, Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus.See this slab of gelatinous treacle for yourself at the Internet Archive. William Conant Church, brother of Francis Church, did indeed help found the NRA in 1871, in an effort to improve marksmanship amongst the broader American militia. He and brother Francis co-founded several news publications, including the New York Sun, and he also co-founded the Metropolitan Museum of Art.Additionally, Frank Church was not the volcel depicted in the Yes, Virginia special— he was married to a woman named Elizabeth Wickham. In spite of Tim's joshing, it appears that Church did not have a severe yet shapely assistant who browbeat him into publishing the editorial addressed to Virginia O'Hanlon. The O'Hanlon letter was passed on by Edward Page Mitchell, the real-life editor-in-chief of the Sun.Karella alluded to the "Season's Greetings" meme drawn from Douglas Dixon's Man After Man, a kind of speculative art book about possible evolutions of Homo sapiens. If you want to see more of the weird art, the book is free to browse at the Internet Archive. Finally, if you want to pretend that it's 1974 again and you're spinning some 45s, you can hear the theme song for the special sung by a piercing li'l Jimmy Osmond. Have You Seen This? BONUS episodes Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

fWotD Episode 2424: Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus Welcome to featured Wiki of the Day where we read the summary of the featured Wikipedia article every day.The featured article for Sunday, 24 December 2023 is Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus."Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" is a line from an editorial by Francis Pharcellus Church. Written in response to a letter by eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon asking whether Santa Claus was real, the editorial was first published in the New York newspaper The Sun on September 21, 1897. "Is There a Santa Claus?" was initially published uncredited and Church's authorship was not disclosed until after his death in 1906. The editorial was quickly republished by other New York newspapers. Though initially reluctant to do the same, The Sun soon began regularly republishing the editorial during the Christmas and holiday season, including every year from 1924 to 1950, when the paper ceased publication.The editorial is widely reprinted during the holiday season, and is the most reprinted newspaper editorial in the English language. It has been translated into around 20 languages and adapted as television specials, a film, a musical, and a cantata.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 00:02 UTC on Sunday, 24 December 2023.For the full current version of the article, see Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Mastodon at @wikioftheday@masto.ai.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm Amy Standard.

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Merry Christmas, friends! Today on From the Front Porch, Annie reads the New York Sun reporter Francis P. Church's timeless response to eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon's question: “Is there a Santa Claus?” Read the letter from 1897 and learn about its history here. We wish you and yours a peaceful and joyful holiday! Thank you for listening. From the Front Porch is a weekly podcast production of The Bookshelf, an independent bookstore in South Georgia. You can follow The Bookshelf's daily happenings on Instagram at @bookshelftville, and all the books from today's episode can be purchased online through our store website, www.bookshelfthomasville.com.  A full transcript of today's episode can be found here.  Special thanks to Dylan and his team at Studio D Podcast Production for sound and editing and for our theme music, which sets the perfect warm and friendly tone for our Thursday conversations.  This week, Annie is reading Faking Christmas by Kerry Winfrey. If you liked what you heard in today's episode, tell us by leaving a review on Apple Podcasts. Or, if you're so inclined, support us on Patreon, where you can hear our staff's weekly New Release Tuesday conversations, read full book reviews in our monthly Shelf Life newsletter and follow along as Hunter and I conquer a classic. Just go to patreon.com/fromthefrontporch. We're so grateful for you, and we look forward to meeting back here next week. Our Executive Producers are... Donna Hetchler, Cammy Tidwell, Chantalle C, Kate O'Connell, Nicole Marsee, Wendi Jenkins, Laurie Johnson and Kate Johnston Tucker.

Rising star composer, conductor, and orchestrator, Vincent Oppido announces his new musical setting for the evergreen seasonal Christmas newspaper editorial, 'Yes, Virginia! There Is A Santa Claus'.  He presents here two options for enjoying the work - a purely orchestral version alongside a narrated version, featuring the voice talent of Hollywood actor Alec Baldwin and child narrator, Chloe Izzo. The track was recorded with the London Symphony Orchestra with Oppido conducting and was recorded at Abbey Road Studios, London.1. Yes, Virginia! There is a Santa Claus (Narrated Version)2. Yes, Virginia! There is a Santa Claus (Instrumental Version)Classical Music Discoveries is sponsored by Uber. @CMDHedgecock#ClassicalMusicDiscoveries #KeepClassicalMusicAlive#CMDGrandOperaCompanyofVenice #CMDParisPhilharmonicinOrléans#CMDGermanOperaCompanyofBerlin#CMDGrandOperaCompanyofBarcelonaSpain#ClassicalMusicLivesOn#Uber#AppleClassical Please consider supporting our show, thank you!Donate (classicalmusicdiscoveries.store) staff@classicalmusicdiscoveries.com This album is broadcast with the permission of Crossover Media Music Promotion (Zachary Swanson and Amanda Bloom).

Over 100 years ago, an eight-year-old girl wrote to the editor of a New York City newspaper with a question: Is Santa Claus real? This is the story of how that letter and its famous, beautiful response - which you will also hear - came to be. Thanks to our friends at enVypillow.com and SierraSil.com for making Drift free for you. Drift is free, thanks to our wonderful sponsors: enVy Pillow and SierraSil. Both of them have been generous enough to offer 10% off all online purchases when you use the code drift.

This week on the show, Beam returns for a surprise reaction episode to the Columbus Crew winning MLS Cup. Beam talked about his day at the game, and how it felt being near the LAFC fans. The guys continued gloating about the fact that the Crew now possess three stars over their crest, and even answered Neighbor Eric's question about whether or not that would change the way Crew fans feel about the carabiner logo. Then, there was discussion of the Crew playing in CONCACAF Champions Cup, Don Garber doing his best to kill the US Open Cup, and why Wilfried Nancy would do great in Europe (but please don't ever leave). Happy Holidays, and thanks to everyone who has listened this year! We will see you in 2024!

If you go back 15 or 20 years ago, the concept of transgenderism was virtually unheard of. However, in the past 5 to 8 years, it has exploded in our culture and has been embraced by the evilest people in our public institutions, public education, and even parts of the corporate world. Today, Bob takes on this transgender madness and identifies its roots and origins. Now, do you believe in this ministry? If you do, you can keep us on the air as a radio program and as a podcast by visiting our website, https://truth2ponder.com/support. You can also mail a check payable to Ancient Word Radio, P.O. Box 510, Chilhowie, VA 24319. Information about Trinity Chapel, the church where Bob is pastor, can be found at http://trinitychapelvirginia.com. Thank you in advance for your faithfulness to this ministry. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/truth-to-ponder/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/truth-to-ponder/support

As a holiday tradition, we re-air our episode where hosts of the Journalism History podcast come together for a special Christmas episode that tells the story of an 8-year-old girl and the most reprinted editorial in the English language. Show transcripts are available at https://journalism-history.org/podcast/. 

COP28 has come and gone. There is much to discuss, with numerous headline-grabbing developments and some that flew under the radar. Thankfully, Allison Agsten and David Sandalow join David Rothkopf to discuss their time at the conference and the key takeaways we all need to know. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

COP28 has come and gone. There is much to discuss, with numerous headline-grabbing developments and some that flew under the radar. Thankfully, Allison Agsten and David Sandalow join David Rothkopf to discuss their time at the conference and the key takeaways we all need to know. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Who will help guide Santa's sleigh tonight‽ It's our annual Gift Guide review, and although Josh has had too much eggnog, Kyle the Red-Nosed Reindeer is here to help finish out your holiday shopping list. There are pencils that will encourage you to sketch more, apparel for your naked designer friends, tools for adding typography into your next woodworking project, and more than enough globby holiday spirit. And Josh responds to a fan letter with "Yes Virginia, There is a Perfect Font" to remind us of the true meaning of Christmas: loving the fonts you're with...Happy Holidays!Font releases highlighted in this episode:Synt from ABC DinamoEsperanza from Labor & WaitEase from Studio Feixen Calyx from Blaze TypeFrom Santa's Type Toy Shop:Alphabet Keytags from Colophon"Fully Charged" Pencils from PSTL Jokker Cards from Displaay TypeLetraset-Inspired Sticker Sheets from Toko Type"You Live and You Kern" Sweatshirt from Goodtype 'Footnotes' Socks from PSTL .NOTDEF Glyph I Love You from Bastarda TypeShift Happens by Marcin WicharyLetraset, the DIY Typography Revolution by Adrian ShaughnessyMono is the New Black from Counter Print ABC Connector Plates & Fonts from ABC DinamoBlockface Kit from Open Press ProjectRails & Tiles from Shop at Matter Typography options for house numbers from Door No. Co.Support the Interrogang and help us expand what Proof&Co. and the Interrogang have to offer!Subscribe to TypeCraft, our sister podcast, for hour long interviews and visual companions from some of the industry leaders in type!Subscribe to the Weekly Newsletter or The Concierge Newsletter for all the independent type news that's fit to email!Get your 2022 Annual Report and Almanac, our data-driven look at the world of independent typography in 2022!Support the show

A "Hallmark-style" holiday rom-com featuring a fake president? Of course we had to watch it! (So you don't have to!) CHRISTMAS AT THE HOLLY HOTEL is a fictional movie about a real hotel that once played a role in George H.W. Bush's ill-fated reelection campaign. It stars no one you'll recognize, directed by no one you've heard of, but it's made lovingly by people who seem to care very much about getting every detail of this hotel right.  But what about the details of the phony potus?  Did they get those right? Let's find out... Find us on Threads or Instagram or email us at fakepresidents [at] gmail.com to join the convo!

Based on a true story- find out why the Alf Christmas Special should be part of your holiday annual must sees- or not. Is it poignant or too dark? Our multi-gen panel is split! A brief history on the show, this episode and the cast. Does Alf help us to rediscover the meaning of Christmas? Why a one hundred year old article “Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus” is still relevant today and the surprising faith based layers. We are anxious to hear your take so make sure to send us a text! Until then put one foot in front of the other toward the greatest holiday of the year!       Comments? Suggestions? Text Us: 351-251-2511 IG: @Christmasspecialswelove  https://www.instagram.com/christmasspecialswelove Email: Santa@thechristmasspecialswelove.com Keven Undergaro Regular Guy Friday Podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/heal-squad-x-maria-menounos/id1320060107?i=1000631977533   Christian Bladt The Bladtcast: https://on.soundcloud.com/hty23Cr4so5myD51A

Topic 1: The industry has responded loudly to an announcement by Dave Ramsey that he would be comfortable about taking 8% a year from a retirement account.  Here is what Rob Berger has to sayIn a recent video answering a caller's question, Dave Ramsey described those promoting the 4% Rule as "stupid," "goobers," and "morons. He described the 4% Rule as stupid and said he's "perfectly comfortable" with an 8% withdrawal rate. In this video, I'll describe his rationale and why I'm "perfectly comfortable" telling him he's wrong. New RetirementFICalcDave Ramsey VideoHere is the latest from Morningstar on withdrawal ratesAnd another good article from Amy Arnott from Morningstar  In my discussion I try my best to explain the real thinking by Dave Ramsey.   Topic 2: “ iShares just came out with target date funds as ETFs.  What are your thoughts on their returns and  their tax efficiency? Topic 3:  Today I listened to my 1st Youtube Paul Merriman video --- your Ultimate Buy & Hold  Update 2023.  Very intrigued by your strategy as I'm also a DIY investor.  Since I'm retired & 62 years old with a wife that will be working for another 3 years, can you direct me towards your more specific information that would be more relevant to my situation?Topic 4:  New study on market timing vs. buy and hold from Vanguard

Ornithologist Mark Faherty says the fall season of rare bird sightings on Cape Cod has just started.

Ornithologist Mark Faherty says the fall season of rare bird sightings on Cape Cod has just started.

Erin Ryan and Alyssa Mastromonaco answer the following questions in this week's news: Why is business reporting so corporate-centric? Are Alabama's Congressional district maps still racist? Why do women pay billions more for healthcare compared to men? Then, Tram Nguyen of New Virginia Majority joins to discuss Virginia's November election and its high stakes for abortion, 2024, and more. Next, Alyssa gets into a back-to-school mood with Crooked's own Kendra James, author of Admissions: A Memoir of Surviving Boarding School. Finally, Sani-Petty — an Erin and Alyssa takeover.For a closed-captioned version of this episode, click here. For a transcript of this episode, please email transcripts@crooked.com and include the name of the podcast.Show NotesNew Virginia Majority Admissions: A Memoir of Surviving Boarding School by Kendra JamesJPMorgan to pay $75 million over claims it enabled Jeffrey Epstein's sex trafficking [NPR 9/26/23]

In this week's Security Sprint, Dave and Andy talked about the following topics. Security Planning CISA: New Product - Protecting Houses of Worship: Perimeter Security Considerations Infographic. The Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency (CISA) released the Protecting Houses of Worship: Perimeter Security Considerations Infographic. CISA: Security Planning Workbook. Security Planning Workbook (PDF) DHS: This #SeeSayDay Take the Pledge to Protect Your Community If You See Something, Say Something® #SeeSayDay.  Selected FB reports: Statement from President Joe Biden on Yom Kippur Synagogues brace for bomb threats, ‘swatting' attacks as Yom Kippur begins Escambia County church a 'total loss' after overnight fire Bomb Threat Forces Evacuation at Screening of John MacArthur's ‘The Essential Church' at G3 National Conference Anne Arundel police announce arrests in three hate bias cases at area churches FBI WARNED SIKHS IN THE U.S. ABOUT DEATH THREATS AFTER KILLING OF CANADIAN ACTIVIST INVITATION: Protecting Places of Worship Weeks of Action Virtual Events + DHS Resources Bomb threats target US synagogues during Rosh Hashanah West Virginia Man Admits to Obstructing Tree of Life Trial TikTok Shoplifting Threats. https://www.the-sun.com/news/9148713/retail-chains-tiktok-videos-shoplifting-warning-employees/ Jen Walker, Superstar, and Ransomware Resilience Congratulations to our 2023 SC Media Women in IT Security honorees. “Today SC Media shines a spotlight on 20 business leaders as part of our 2023 Women in IT Security program. Thank you to SC Media for recognizing Gate 15's very excellent Jennifer Lyn Walker in the 2023 Women in IT Security list‼️ Private Public Partnership. FBI Director Christopher Wray Speaks at 2023 mWISE Cybersecurity Conference. Cyberspace Solarium Commission's (CSC's) 2023 Annual Report on Implementation. Key Takeaways from the 2023 Security Summit Hosted at the Fortinet Championship. Ransomware. House Oversight Committee: Combating Ransomware Attacks MGM Resorts are operating ‘normally' after hacks, sort of TribalNet: Cyber experts wrap up MGM hack at San Diego conference. The MGM Breach and the Role of IdP in Modern Cyber Attacks TribalNet: Gaming tech exec says it's time finally to talk about cybersecurity MGM vs. Caesars: Cybersecurity Expert Rates Hacking Responses PhilHealth hit by Medusa ransomware, aims for site restoration by Monday Ransomware group claimed to have hit a New Jersey cardiology group. Did they? Growing Ransomware Threats: Looming Danger for ICS, Industrial Companies   Morroco disaster scams / misinformation on social media, scams The Gate 15 Interview: Malicious Info Operations & MDM, the Space Sector, supply chain resilience, the City of Light, and nudging the world in a better direction. Misinformation research is buckling under GOP legal attacks GOP legal attacks create a chilling effect on misinformation research The Rise of Generative AI and the Coming Era of Social Media Manipulation 3.0   Quick Hits: Perspective: Homeland Security and the Shutdown Threat: Planning for an Unnecessary Contingency Alarm bells ring as lawmakers prep for possible shutdown U.S. braces for calamitous, costly government shutdown in eight days IT-ISAC: Cyber experts set out plan to secure crucial 2024 US election Health-ISAC QR Codes. https://www.aha.org/h-isac-white-reports/2023-09-19-h-isac-tlp-white-observed-increase-qr-code-phishing-attacks-september-19-2023 Harmonization of Cyber Incident Reporting to the Federal Government. El Nino winter. https://www.cnn.com/2023/09/25/weather/el-nino-winter-us-climate/index.html    

The Grade 1 Arlington Million has a new home at Colonial Downs in Virginia, and that is this week's venue for the Ron Flatter Racing Pod. Adrian Beaumont of the International Racing Bureau provides insight into the rebuilding of the Million and the horses from Europe who will be in this weekend's featured stakes. Trainer Michael Stidham discusses United Nations (G1) runner-up Catnip's bid to win the Arlington Million. David Levitch handicaps weekend races at Colonial Downs and Saratoga, and there is listener and reader feedback. The Ron Flatter Racing Pod via Horse Racing Nation is available via free subscription from Apple, Google, Spotify and Stitcher as well as HorseRacingNation.com.

ALIENS ARE REAL.....So fucking what is what the world said. That's right, the U.S. Government held a hearing on U.A.P.s and disclosed that we are not alone and that they have been visiting us for a long while. Are they extraterrestrials? Unsure, but what they are is non human intelligences. That term could mean anything from interdimensional beings to E.T.s to creatures from within the depth of our own planet. The interesting thing about this hearing wasn't so much what was, but what wasn't said and how it wasn't said.So what does this all mean? Jack shit to most Americans, as we struggle to keep our roofs over our heads and to feed our families...the idea of Aliens being real just doesn't phase us. My question is, what are we being distracted from now? There are others that are concerned that this is the ramp up to Project Blue Beam being utilized. What is Blue Beam? Well we talk about it a little bit in this episode.We all are trying something new. Instead of giving you the fun size version...you're getting the entire episode. We hope this'll mean more viewers and subscribers to our twitch channel and youtube channel respectively. We hope you enjoy the full episode and leave feedback about whether you prefer the full length or the fun size episodes.Series MerchDesign 1Design 2

Here come the Men In Black...and Odd is gonna ramble. Welcome to Part 3 of our Yes Virginia, There Is Swamp Gas series about UFOs and the phenomena surrounding them. In this entry we cover those elusive and frightening purveyors of hostility and fear towards eye witnesses...The Men In Black. Sure Hollywood gave us a saccharine and and pop culture friendly depiction of these nefarious besuited individuals. We cover a bit of their history and speculate as to where they truly originate from. Plus Odd has few thoughts on society as a whole and how trusting what you hear/see/read has become a minefield of buzzwords and misleading propaganda....and ponders if it's all just one big Psy Op.Full episode here patreon.com/cultofodd.

Welcome to Part 2 of our series about the 1966 UFO Craze. SWAMP GAS! For a quick refresher see just below this. Thanks for 400+ Downloads on Part 1. In 1966, there were a series of sightings of bright lights in the sky over Michigan. The sightings were reported by hundreds of people over several days. This led to Congressman Gerald Ford requesting a Congressional hearing on the matter. The hearings ultimately found no evidence of extraterrestrial activity, but they did highlight the need for further investigation. The existence of alien life remains a topic of fascination and debate, with some scientists advocating for the possibility of life beyond Earth, while others remain skeptical. Regardless, the search for extraterrestrial life continues to captivate the minds of people around the world.Check out Old Mill Coffee https://www.oldemillcoffee.comFind us on Twitch https://twitich.tv/cultofoddJoin our Patreon https://twitch.tv/cultofodd

We like to think of the "deep state" as a conspiratorial entity. In reality, the term describes much of what the federal government does in broad daylight. Original Article: "Yes, Virginia, There IS a Deep State—and It Is Worse than You Think" This Audio Mises Wire is generously sponsored by Christopher Condon.

Merry Christmas, friends! On today's bonus episode, Annie reads the New York Sun reporter Francis P. Church's timeless 1897 response to eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon's question: “Is there a Santa Claus?” Read the letter and learn about its history here. We wish you and yours a peaceful and joyful holiday! Thank you for listening. From the Front Porch is a weekly podcast production of The Bookshelf, an independent bookstore in South Georgia. You can follow The Bookshelf's daily happenings on Instagram at @bookshelftville, and all the books from today's episode can be purchased online through our store website, www.bookshelfthomasville.com.  Special thanks to Dylan and his team at Studio D Podcast Production for sound and editing and for our theme music, which sets the perfect warm and friendly tone for our Thursday conversations.  If you liked what you heard in today's episode, tell us by leaving a review on Apple Podcasts. Or, if you're so inclined, support us on Patreon, where you can hear our staff's weekly New Release Tuesday conversations, read full book reviews in our monthly Shelf Life newsletter and follow along as Hunter and I conquer a classic. Just go to patreon.com/fromthefrontporch. We're so grateful for you, and we look forward to meeting back here next week. Our Executive Producers are... Donna Hetchler, Cammy Tidwell, Chantalle C, Kate O'Connell, Nicole Marsee, Wendi Jenkins, Laurie Johnson and Kate Johnston Tucker.