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Will Bridges https://www.imdb.com/name/nm2782297/ shares his method for making every meeting an opportunity. And he explains what he did that let him come from 10 years of working random jobs and trying to make shorts here and there, to becoming the newly discovered talent, suddenly writing for hit series like “Black Mirror” and “Stranger Things” as well as being a co-creator with Charlie Brooker.Matt and Oren get Will to open up about what he learned from "Shaun of the Dead" and how those filmmakers pitched. And they break down the process of showing decision-makers a concept and the steps needed to get them to truly understand what it will look like, feel like, and clearly see the audiences it will resonate with.If you're looking for ideas to improve how you direct actors, you too will get a lot from this episode. And Will goes into the secret of freeing up established actors to do their best work. And he's got some warnings about key mistakes many directors often make---Help our Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/JustShootItPodMatt's Endorsement: "Paprika" https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0851578Oren's Endorsement: Mike Birbiglia's "Working It Out" podcast https://www.podpage.com/mike-birbiglias-working-it-out/ and Za'atar spice https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Za'atarWill's Endorsement: "Tumor", the graphic novel https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tumor_%28comics%29 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Po poważnym błędzie redakcyjnym w materiale o Donaldzie Trumpie brytyjską BBC atakują politycy i publicyści po obu stronach Atlantyku. Za błąd – montaż przemówienia, który sugerował, że w 2021 r. Trump bezpośrednio wzywał do przemocy na Kapitolu — korporacja przeprasza. Do dymisji podali się jej dyrektor generalny i kierowniczka działu informacji. Dla krytyków BBC to jednak mało: Trump grozi pozwem, wracają oskarżenia o prolewicową stronniczość, w Wielkiej Brytanii niektórzy komentatorzy mówią zaś o ostatecznym upadku instytucji-symbolu dziennikarskiej rzetelności – oraz samego kraju.O zaufanie walczy też inna ostoja brytyjskości, monarchia. Kilka dni temu Karol III pozbawił tytułu i przywilejów książęcych swojego brata Andrzeja. Ma to związek z jego wieloletnią przyjaźnią z przestępcą seksualnym Jeffrey'em Epsteinem oraz oskarżeniami kierowanymi pod adresem samego, teraz już byłego, księcia. Decyzja króla nie zamyka jednak sprawy, pozostają pytania o to, dlaczego na skandal zareagowano tak późno.Co o współczesnej Wielkiej Brytanii mówią te dwa kryzysy? Dlaczego w sprawie BBC chodzi o coś więcej niż tylko błąd redakcyjny? Jak spór o tego nadawcę wpłynie na coraz bardziej spolaryzowaną atmosferę polityczną na Wyspach?Gość: Jakub Krupa---------------------------------------------Raport o stanie świata to audycja, która istnieje dzięki naszym Patronom, dołącz się do zbiórki ➡️ ⁠https://patronite.pl/DariuszRosiak⁠Subskrybuj newsletter Raportu o stanie świata ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠➡️ ⁠https://dariuszrosiak.substack.com⁠Koszulki i kubki Raportu ➡️ ⁠https://patronite-sklep.pl/kolekcja/raport-o-stanie-swiata/⁠ [Autopromocja]

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U 68. epizodi Njuz POPkasta, Nenad, Viktor, Jelisaveta i Marko zaranjaju u najnovija dešavanja iz sveta pop kulture. Da li serija "House of Guinness" zaista ima najgori kraj sezone ikada? Analiziramo i mučni triler "Prisoners", napeti "House of Dynamite" i francusku seriju "Nero The Assassin". Pričamo i o dugo očekivanom domaćem filmu "Yugo Florida" koji stiže na Festival autorskog filma, ali i o knjigama koje su nas prodrmale – od "Apotekara iz Aušvica" do nostalgične "Lusi". Za kraj, preslušavamo brutalno iskren novi album Lily Allen i hvalimo novi zvuk benda Astronoid.

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Fortuan, Bobby, and Rex talk more about BF6, ZA, and Ball X Pitt

V oddaji Iz življenja vesoljne Cerkve ste slišali nekaj utrinkov iz jubileja vzgojno izobraževalnih delavcev, še posebej o papeževem srečanju s študenti. Za vas smo pripravili tudi povzetek dogajanja v Vatikanu na praznik Vseh svetih in vernih duš, pa tudi druge dogodke tega tedna. Osrednji pogovor pa je bil posvečen jubileju sodelujočih v sinodalnem procesu. Z nami je bila Mojca Belcl Magdič.

We know, we missed Halloween... whoops!It's more than a few days past now, the candy's gone stale, and we're sure a lot of you are nursing a full blown Halloween Hangover, just counting down the days until you can unpack the Christmas Decorations! So what better way to pass the time than to join Jay and Eddie for a deep dive into Hollow Knight, the eerily beautiful indie darling, and its recently released sequel, Silksong? In this episode, we descend into the depths of Hallownest to talk about what makes Hollow Knight such a masterclass in atmosphere, exploration, brutal gameplay... and the bits that don't. Between ghostly knights and ever expanding release dates, we also chat about what we've been playing lately, from comfort games to new obsessions, and wrap things up with a look at Pokémon ZA.  So grab your favorite leftover candy, light a candle (preferably not near your Switch), and join us for this post-Halloween blend of spooky sounds, gaming chatter, and slightly delayed enthusiasm. The spirits of Hallownest await.

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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Po vstupe do EÚ Slovensko stratilo príbeh. Vákuum, ktoré začali vypĺňať falošní proroci, tak to je zlyhanie našich elít. Chýba nám zjednocujúci sen, v ktorom by sme videli spoločnú budúcnosť. Nikto iný to za nás neurobí, hovorí ekonóm Martin Kahanec. Máme na Slovensku dôstojné mzdy a prečo sa už nezaobídeme bez ekonomických migrantov?„Za slovenský príjem vieme zabezpečiť dôstojný život v kruhu blízkych," to sú slová profesora ekonómie Martina Kahanca, ktorý sa venuje problematike pracovného trhu ako i dôstojných miezd. Máme na Slovensku dôstojné mzdy a čo to vlastne tá dôstojná mzda znamená? Ako dnes vyzerá náš pracovný trh, kde sú jeho achilovky a kto z nás patrí medzi zraniteľné skupiny, ktoré majú problém si nájsť prácu? Prečo prakticky všetky ponovembrové vlády rezignovali na tému dostupného bývania a čo to robí s nízkou sociálnou mobilitou ako i značnými regionálnymi rozdielmi?Čo s naozaj veľkým problémom depopulácie Slovenska a prečo napokon budeme odkázaní na pracovných migrantov? Ako zastaviť únik mladých mozgov a prečo to nezvrátia finančné stimuly? No a napokon, ako ubližuje vládna konsolidácia prakticky celému Slovensku a prečo je tak dôležité - napriek tomu všetkému - nestrácať nádej a snažiť sa nájsť náš nový úspešný príbeh?Slovensko žije extrémne úspešný príbeh, ale toto čo teraz žijeme nie je cesta. Máme celkom dobré karty, ale hráme s nimi veľmi zle. No, nikto iný to za nás neurobí, hovorí Martin Kahanec a dodáva, že úlohou úlohou elít je dnes naštartovať pozitívnu špirálu dôvery, tvrdí Martin Kahanec..Ráno Nahlas s profesorom ekonómie, ktorý pôsobí na Stredoeurópskej univerzite vo Viedni Martinom Kahancom. Pekný deň a pokoj v duši praje Braňo Dobšinský.

Už tři roky válčí matka a otec o malého syna. Za celou dobu se na jeho ochranu nedokázaly důsledně postavit soudy, policie ani další instituce. V nové epizodě podcastové série do případu vstupuje Pavel Bém se zásadním závěrem.Od podzimu 2022, kdy matka tehdy rok a půl starého Bertíka pojala první podezření, že ho otec pohlavně zneužívá, byl psychiatr Pavel Bém letos v létě prvním odborníkem, který sepsal rozsáhlou lékařskou zprávu o chlapcově stavu.Díl první: Válka rodičů / neděle 2. listopaduDíl druhý: Věřím jí, věřím jemu / pondělí 3. listopaduDíl třetí: Soudkyně / úterý 4. listopaduDíl čtvrtý: Kde jsou znalci? / středa 5. listopaduDíl pátý: Skončili a jsou na začátku / čtvrtek 6. listopaduBonus: Dítě ztracené v systému - očima expertů / neděle 9. listopaduSoudy, které v mezidobí svěřily Bertíka do péče otce, ani policie, která z podnětu matky a dalších osob případ prošetřovala, znalecké zkoumání dítěte nezadaly. Výrokům matky nevěřily a videonahrávky, které matka pořídila a na kterých Bertík mluví o „cucání pindíků s tátou“ a „strkání lízátka do zadečku“, nebraly jako dostatečný důkaz.Nová epizoda ze speciální série Bertík z investigativního podcastu Ve stínu přináší nové informace nejen o postupu policie, soudu a OSPODu (Orgánu sociálně-právní ochrany dítěte), ale také o znepokojující lékařské zprávě Pavla Béma. I on byl jedním z účastníků natáčení, které probíhalo od letošního jaraTvůrci podcastové série:Vedoucí týmu a reportér: Jiří KubíkRežie, zvuk, střih: Zdeněk ChaloupkaEditoři: Jana Mičová, Jiří MarekSound design: David Kaiser---Ve stínu:Případy a příběhy od vás. Z míst, kam média většinou nevidí, je na světlo vynáší investigativní a reportážní tým Jiřího Kubíka. Nová epizoda vždy v neděli dopoledne na Seznam Zprávách, Podcasty.cz a ve všech podcastových aplikacích.Své náměty, postřehy a připomínky nám pište na e-mail: vestinu@sz.cz

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Pagājušajā reizē raidījumā Divas puslodes runājām par Savienoto Valstu prezidenta Donalda Trampa turneju pa Āzijas valstīm, piebilstot, ka priekšā ir gaidītākā tikšanās ar Ķīnas prezidentu Sji Dziņpinu. Kādi ir šīs tikšanās rezultāti un ko tas nozīmē pārējai pasaulei un mums visiem? Cita vērā ņemama ziņa saistās ar Nīderlandi. Tur notika ārkārtas parlamenta vēlēšanas, un to rezultāti ir citādi nekā vēl pirms gada. Labējai Brīvības partijai, kuras rīcība izprovocēja šo notikumu, vēlētāju izvēli ir likusi vilties. Iespējams, ka ārkārtas vēlēšanas būs arī Serbijā. Tur pēc ļoti plašiem protestiem prezidents Aleksandars Vučičs meklē iespējas mazināt sabiedrības neapmierinātību. Serbijā šajās dienās pieminēja traģēdijas gadadienu, kad Novisadas pilsētā sabruka dzelzceļa nojume, nogalinot 16 cilvēkus. Notikumus komentē Latvijas Transatlantiskās organizācijas ģenerālsekretāre, Latvijas Universitātes pasniedzēja Sigita Struberga, Latvijas Universitātes pasniedzējs politologs Andis Kudors un Latvijas Ārpolitikas institūta pētniece Una Aleksandra Bērziņa-Čerenkova. Un vēl viens temats. Savienotajās Valstīs 4.novembrī vairākos štatos, arī Ņujorkā, cilvēki devās pie vēlēšanu urnām. Rezultāti nav Donaldam Trampam labvēlīgi. Ko tas liecina par noskaņojumu Amerikā? „Lielo zēnu” skaidrošanās Pagājušajā ceturtdienā, 30. oktobrī, pienāca globāli sengaidīts notikums – prezidentu Donalda Trampa un Sji Dziņpina tikšanās, pirmā Savienoto Valstu līdera otrās kadences laikā. Aizvadītie mēneši, kas pagājuši abu superlielvaru tirdzniecības kara apstākļos, padara šo samitu nozīmīgu ne tikai Vašingtonai un Pekinai, ciktāl šī cīkstēšanās ekonomiski iespaido visu pasauli. Abu šīs pasaules vareno samits notika Dienvidkorejas pilsētā Pusanā un noslēdza Baltā nama saimnieka iespaidīgo piecu dienu Austrumāzijas tūri. Tās laikā viņš apmeklēja Malaiziju, kur piedalījās ASEAN organizācijas samitā, pēc tam viesojās Japānā un Dienvidkorejā. Kas attiecas uz Trampa un Sji tikšanos, eksperti atzīmē, ka tā bijusi pat pārsteidzoši īsa – vien stunda un četrdesmit minūtes; un tas, visdrīzāk, liecinot, ka runāts tikai par to, par ko jau iepriekš panāktas principiālas vienošanās. Kopumā sarunu rezultāts tiek raksturots kā „pamiers” tirdzniecības karā ar termiņu uz vienu gadu. Savienotās valstis piekritušas samazināt uz pusi to tarifa daļu importam no Ķīnas, kas tika noteikta kā sankcija par Ķīnā ražotās narkotiskās vielas fentanila kontrabandu uz Savienotajām Valstīm. Savukārt Pekina apņēmusies aktīvāk apkarot šo kontrabandu. Kopējais tarifs Ķīnas ražojumu importam tādējādi samazināsies no 57 uz 47 procentiem. Ķīnas tarifs amerikāņu preču importam 32 procentu apmērā paliks nemainīgs. Pekina piekritusi neieviest ierobežojumus piecu retzemju elementu eksportam uz ASV, kamēr ierobežojumi septiņām citām šīs kategorijas izejvielām, kas noteikti jau iepriekš, paliek spēkā. Tāpat Ķīna apņēmusies atsākt amerikāņu sojas pupiņu importu. Savukārt no prezidenta Trampa puses esot saņemti Pekinai cerīgi signāli, ka iespējama ierobežojumu mīkstināšana mākslīgā intelekta attīstībai svarīgo jaunākās paaudzes mikroshēmu eksportam uz Ķīnu; šos ierobežojumus noteica prezidenta Baidena administrācija. Protams, ne mazāka interese kā par tirdzniecības karu aizvadītās tikšanās sakarā ir interese par karu tiešā nozīmē – kā jau notiekošu, tā iespējamu. Kas attiecas uz iespējamu Ķīnas iebrukumu Taivānā, tas, kā pēc tikšanās apgalvoja Donalds Tramps, sarunās neesot pat pieminēts. Par Krievijas agresiju pret Ukrainu gan esot runāts, pie tam Ķīnas līderis solījis sastrādāties ar Vašingtonu, lai vairotu miera iespējamību. Grūti gan spriest, kā tas varētu izpausties. Tiek lēsts, ka gandrīz visas abu karojošo pušu kaujas lidrobotiem izmantotās mikroshēmas un optiskais kabelis ir ražots Ķīnā, Pekina patiešām varētu būt vienīgais spēks šai pasaulē, kas varētu reāli pieslāpēt karadarbību, pārtraucot šo sastāvdaļu piegādi karojošajām pusēm. Nekas gan neliecina, ka tā varētu notikt. Vēlēšanu rezultāti Nīderlandē Kārtējām parlamenta vēlēšanām Nīderlandē bija jānotiek 2028. gadā, taču premjerministra Dika Shofa vadītās koalīcijas valdības izjukšana šī gada jūnijā un citas koalīcijas izveides neiespējamība noteica to, ka nīderlandiešu elektorātam jau otro reizi pēc kārtas bija jābalso ārkārtas vēlēšanās. Demisionējušo kabinetu bezpartejiskā premjera Shofa vadībā izdevās izveidot gandrīz astoņus mēnešus pēc iepriekšējām vēlēšanām, kurās izcilus panākumus guva radikāli labējā, populistiskā „Partija brīvībai” ar Gērtu Vildersu priekšgalā. Koalīciju ar šiem radikāļiem piekrita veidot konservatīvi liberālā „Tautas partija brīvībai un demokrātijai”, lauku labējo populistu partija „Zemnieku pilsoņu kustība” un kristīgi demokrātiskā partija „Jaunais sociālais līgums”. Tomēr mērenāko koalīcijas partneru nostādnes izrādījās grūti savienojamas ar Vildersa partijas pieeju imigrācijas jautājumos, kas paģērēja pilnīgu moratoriju patvēruma meklētāju uzņemšanai. Šajās vēlēšanās labējo radikāļu cerības nepiepildījās – vairāk nekā ceturtdaļa vēlētāju balsu un, attiecīgi, 11 no 37 deputātu mandātiem „Partija brīvībai” gājuši zudībā. Vietu skaita ziņā Vildersa partiju panākusi kreisi centriskā, sociālliberālā partija „Demokrāti 66”. Ļoti nozīmīgi savas pozīcijas parlamentā uzlabojusi arī konservatīvā partija „Kristīgi demokrātiskais aicinājums”, un divas galēji labējās partijas – „JA21” (saīsinājums no nosaukuma „Pareizā atbilde – 21”) un „Forums demokrātijai”. Daļu mandātu zaudējot, tomēr lielāko partiju pirmajā četriniekā joprojām ir „Tautas partija brīvībai un demokrātijai” un agrākā eirokomisāra Fransa Timmermansa vadītā „Zaļo kreiso” un „Darba partijas” alianse, nozīmīgākais kreisais spēks parlamentā. Tā kā Nīderlandes vēlēšanu sistēma neparedz balsu skaita slieksni iekļūšanai parlamentā, tur ir vēl astoņas mazākas partijas ar mandātu skaitu no viena līdz četriem. Visloģiskākais koalīcijas modelis būtu plaša ap centru veidota kombinācija, kurā centriskie „Demokrāti 66” vienotos ar labējākajām partijām Kristīgi demokrātiskais aicinājums un Tautas partija brīvībai un demokrātijai no vienas, un kreiso Darba partijas un Zaļo kreiso aliansi no otras puses. Tomēr savilkt kopā šī politiski visai plašā spektra daļas nebūt nav vienkāršs uzdevums, tāpēc valdības izveide atkal var prasīt vairākus mēnešus. Eiropas Savienības paplašināšanās „telesamits” 4. novembrī Briselē risinājās savdabīgs notikums – telekanāls „EuroNews” bija pulcinājis uz samitu telekameru priekšā sešu Eiropas Savienības kandidātvalstu vadītājus, kā arī Eiropadomes priekšsēdētāju Antoniu Koštu un eirokomisāri paplašināšanās jautājumos, Slovēnijas pārstāvi Martu Kosu. Kandidātvalstis klātienē pārstāvēja Moldovas prezidente Maija Sandu, Serbijas prezidents Aleksandars Vučičs, Ziemeļmaķedonijas premjerministrs Hristijans Mickoskis un Melnkalnes ārlietu un Eiropas lietu vicepremjers Filips Ivanovičs, savukārt Ukrainas prezidents Volodimirs Zelenskis un Albānijas premjerministrs Edi Rama pieslēdzās samitam tiešsaistē. Notikums bija salāgots ar Eiropas Komisijas ziņojuma par kandidātvalstu iestāšanās procesa virzību publiskošanu, un tajā telekameru fokusā nonāca kandidātvalstu specifiskās problēmas, kuras citādi grūti izlobāmas no politisko dokumentu sausajām rindām. Protams, ar citiem nesalīdzināmas tās ir Ukrainai, kuras vēlme pievienoties Eiropas Savienībai bija galvenais iemesls Krievijas agresijai, kuru Ukraina izmisīgi atvaira jau divpadsmito gadu. Prezidents Zelenskis uzrunāja samita dalībniekus tiešsaistē no kādas nekonkretizētas vietas frontes tuvumā un veltīja nīgrus vārdus Ungārijas premjeram Viktoram Orbanam, kurš deklarējis, ka bloķēs Ukrainas iestāšanās centienus. Kremļa tieksmes taranēt iestāšanās procesu sajūt arī Moldova, kuru Krievija cenšas visiem līdzekļiem iekšēji destabilizēt un panākt sev draudzīgu spēku nākšanu pie varas. Par netīkamu ārējo ietekmi samitā runāja arī Ziemeļmaķedonijas premjers Mickoskis, kurai iestāšanas procesā apšaubāmas prasības izvirza tās savienībā jau esošā kaimiņvalsts Bulgārija. Tomēr vislielāko ievērību samitā izpelnījās par tā „melno avi” dēvētais Serbijas līderis Aleksandars Vučičs. Viņam nācās atbildēt uz daudziem neērtiem jautājumiem, sākot ar Serbijas īpašajām attiecībām ar Maskavu, beidzot ar protestiem, kuri viņa valstī nenorimst nu jau gadu. Protestu galvenā tēma ir korupcija, taču arī autoritārisma iezīmes pastāvošajā varā. Attiecīgi tiek pieprasīta ne vien korumpantu saukšana pie atbildības, bet arī ārkārtas parlamenta vēlēšanas un, tā kā starp protestētājiem ir īpaši daudz studentu, finansējuma palielināšana augstākajai izglītībai. Prezidents Vučičs šai situācijā turpina manipulēt, gan aizvācot no amatiem dažus korupcijā vainotos, gan sūtot pret demonstrantiem policiju un ar dažādiem sitamajiem bruņotus huligānus, kas, savukārt, izraisa protestētāju pretreakciju. Pēdējais vardarbības uzliesmojums bija augustā, kad sadursmēs un policistu brutālos uzbrukumos cieta vairāki desmiti cilvēku un demonstranti izdemolēja un aizdedzināja prezidenta Vučiča vadītās Serbijas progresīvās partijas, citu varas partiju un valsts institūciju birojus.

Po vstupe do EÚ Slovensko stratilo príbeh. Vákuum, ktoré začali vypĺňať falošní proroci, tak to je zlyhanie našich elít. Chýba nám zjednocujúci sen, v ktorom by sme videli spoločnú budúcnosť. Nikto iný to za nás neurobí, hovorí ekonóm Martin Kahanec. Máme na Slovensku dôstojné mzdy a prečo sa už nezaobídeme bez ekonomických migrantov?„Za slovenský príjem vieme zabezpečiť dôstojný život v kruhu blízkych," to sú slová profesora ekonómie Martina Kahanca, ktorý sa venuje problematike pracovného trhu ako i dôstojných miezd. Máme na Slovensku dôstojné mzdy a čo to vlastne tá dôstojná mzda znamená? Ako dnes vyzerá náš pracovný trh, kde sú jeho achilovky a kto z nás patrí medzi zraniteľné skupiny, ktoré majú problém si nájsť prácu? Prečo prakticky všetky ponovembrové vlády rezignovali na tému dostupného bývania a čo to robí s nízkou sociálnou mobilitou ako i značnými regionálnymi rozdielmi?Čo s naozaj veľkým problémom depopulácie Slovenska a prečo napokon budeme odkázaní na pracovných migrantov? Ako zastaviť únik mladých mozgov a prečo to nezvrátia finančné stimuly? No a napokon, ako ubližuje vládna konsolidácia prakticky celému Slovensku a prečo je tak dôležité - napriek tomu všetkému - nestrácať nádej a snažiť sa nájsť náš nový úspešný príbeh?Slovensko žije extrémne úspešný príbeh, ale toto čo teraz žijeme nie je cesta. Máme celkom dobré karty, ale hráme s nimi veľmi zle. No, nikto iný to za nás neurobí, hovorí Martin Kahanec a dodáva, že úlohou úlohou elít je dnes naštartovať pozitívnu špirálu dôvery, tvrdí Martin Kahanec.Ráno Nahlas s profesorom ekonómie, ktorý pôsobí na Stredoeurópskej univerzite vo Viedni Martinom Kahancom. Pekný deň a pokoj v duši praje Braňo Dobšinský.

U ovoj inspirativnoj epizodi podcasta Najbolji Život, razgovaramo s dr. Branislavom Kostić Ninom, liječnicom internistom i akupunkturologinjom koja već 14 godina živi i radi u Njemačkoj. Posljednje tri godine vodi svoju samostalnu praksu u kojoj kombinira znanja iz klasične medicine, akupunkture i psihosomatike.Dr. Branislava s nama dijeli kako emocije utječu na naše tijelo, zašto se neke bolesti javljaju kad potiskujemo osjećaje i kako ih možemo prepoznati i iscijeliti. Govorimo o povezanosti tijela, uma i emocija, o negativnim emocijama koje stvaraju napetost i bolesti, te o tome što znači pristupiti zdravlju na holistički način.Ako te zanima kako razumjeti poruke koje ti tijelo šalje i pronaći unutarnju ravnotežu – ova epizoda je za tebe.

„Sebedůvěra přichází se zkušenostmi, začít investovat se dá s pár stovkami.“ U mikrofonu nové epizody Forbes BrandVoice podcastu se sešli Jaroslav Šura, investor a jedna z nejvýznamnějších osobností investorské komunity v Česku, a Libor Svoboda, ředitel online prodeje ve společnosti Patria. Psal se rok 1993 a v Praze po mnoha desetiletích obnovila činnost Burza cenných papírů. Jedním z těch, které tehdy nová možnost investování zajímala, byl Jaroslav Šura. „Byl jsem mladý a zvídavý, přišlo něco nového a postupně jsem do zákonitostí světa akcií pronikal,“ říká muž, který dnes patří k legendám investorské komunity. Za nejdůležitější vlastnost investora považuje disciplínu a „zbytečně netrejdit“. „V investování plyne čas jinak a důležité je přemýšlet o svém portfoliu v dlouhodobém horizontu, nikoli v roce či dvou,“ doplňuje Libor Svoboda, který v Patrii řídí online prodej. „Najít si takové zhodnocení, které dlouhodobě porazí inflaci,“ dodává ještě.

Od 7 do 11 listopada 2024 roku, codziennie w godzinach od 17.00 do 20.00, przestrzeń wokół Zamku Królewskiego na Wawelu stanie się sceną plenerowego spektaklu multimedialnego „Korona i Państwo – 1000 lat Królestwa”. A to nie jedyne spektakularne listopadowe wydarzenie w Krakowie. Od 6 listopada 245 artystów, związanych nie tylko z krakowską Akademią Sztuk Pięknych, zaprezentuje swoje prace w jedenastu, często niejednoznacznych, lokalizacjach na terenie miasta. Festiwal potrwa do 19 listopada. Zaś w dniach 23-26 listopada Akademia Sztuk Pięknych w Krakowie, w ramach polsko-ukraińskiego dialogu na temat modelu edukacji w obszarze konserwacji zabytków, gościć będzie władze Lwowskiej Narodowej Akademii Sztuk Pięknych, przedstawicieli Biura Ochrony Dziedzictwa Kulturowego Lwowskiej Rady Miejskiej oraz Narodowego Uniwersytetu „Politechnika Lwowska”. Stronę polską, obok ASP, reprezentować będą władze Instytutu POLONIKA, krakowskiego Międzynarodowego Centrum Kultury oraz Społecznego Komitetu Odbudowy Zabytków Krakowa. O tych spektakularnych wydarzeniach z prof. Robertem Sową z krakowskiej ASP rozmawia Bogdan Zalewski.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26 A New Student (tribal) Council   In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If you can't look in a mirror and laugh at yourself, cut off the light             "Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone Brady prodded.   "This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct business."   "We can start by deciding where we meet," Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."   "What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've always met?" Rhaine countered.   "Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh, you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot plates and microwaves too, if needed."   Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because they weren't running for the door.   "It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.   "And you don't get to come back up here otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the freshman class."   "There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right now," Rhaine pointed out.   "Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."   "Please don't put it that way," I requested of Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted sitting at her side.   "Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs," Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."   "You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot back.   "I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He is like any other freshman; it is that simple."   "He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah joked.   "Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.   "Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me playfully before returning to her seat.   "Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio slapped my shoulder.   "Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.   "I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane, plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one jumped.   "I think it is safe to say that we students will stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for the group.   "With that settled, we can call it a night," Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."   "Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone inquired.   "Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.   "I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said. Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.   "I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and Christina & company hung around a little longer.   "Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman and her day would come.   "Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture for the day.   "I see a spanking machine in you bitches' future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.   "I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't get to play the game."   "It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.   "Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."   "Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.   "I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge; everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.   "Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."   "Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar and pulled her close.   "How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."   Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.   "Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"   "Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real fun begins."   "I don't think Mercy should have her lips pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.   "Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic begin."   Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.   "Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is done," I attempted my exit.   "Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?" Hope ambushed me.   "Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.   Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.   "Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."   "Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.   "I know some guys who smuggle them in from Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."   "That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.   "Zane?" Cassandra called out.   "Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.   "What's that about?" Vivian mused.   "Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies. "He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the Jacuzzi."   "I hope someone cleans that thing from time to time," Faith shuddered.   "Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.   What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst, inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's North Shore.   Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.   "Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.   I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently penetrated her cunt.   "Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.   Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the English love their soccer; pretty much a given.   Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested. She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me, of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to another climax.   "Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on campus," Cassandra panted.   "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.   "Oh, I think every junior and senior should have their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand," she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.   "Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful, platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.   "You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly. "After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).   She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls on my cockhead.   "Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.   "It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present, for someone out of state?"   "So, you could have intercourse, for a long time, and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?" Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.   "Technically, yes, but a little music, some hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like that."   "Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs, to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.   My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until she calmed down.   "You need to stay on campus during the weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use you more often."   "Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?" I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face to your grave, He-Man.   "I have to ask: What brought this on?" I inquired.   "I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."   "I had nothing to do with that," I groaned. "I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my face.   "Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled, "but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now. I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what to do with you next."   You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let my head hang over the side, facing up.   "Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.   I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.   Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane had gone off to get some drinks.   "You and Gabrielle, ?"   "You have no respect for my survival instincts, do you?" I chuckled.   "Not really," Dana smirked.   "Fine," I groaned in feigned annoyance. "She wanted to talk so we talked, nothing else happened."   "She beat you up, didn't she?" Gorman persisted.   Another deep sigh on my part came out before I confessed, "Yes. Why do you ask?"   "I wanted to smack you around from the first day I met you," Dana laughed. "I think Ms. Black has done admirably not beating you black and blue before now."   "Has yet another girl beaten Zane up?" Hudson angled around to sit next to Dana. "The consistency of the femdom attitudes at this school is frightening."   "Don't throw stones, Ms. Lane," Dana warned her. "You, Zane, and Ms. Messier, the lawyer Ms. Buchanan hired to help Zane when he went to jail, I was head of security when it happened and I know when Ms. Messier arrived on campus, where she stayed, and when she, and you, left this dorm."   "You never said anything to Chancellor Bazz?" Hudson worried.   "No," Dana responded. "You three are adults, and ruining your career here wouldn't have made expelling Zane any easier. I wasn't the sex police."   "Thank you," Hudson smiled. "I now have another reason to be happy Zane championed your cause with the Board of Directors." She touched Dana on her thigh.   "It's not going to happen, Lane," Dana informed the lawyer while opening her V-8. "I've had a long time to figure out that I'm not attracted to women." Wow, Dana knew that Hudson was bi-sexual and didn't care. That was another big plus for Dana in my book.   "That's what Brigitte Messier thought as well," Hudson winked. "It turns out a little bit of Zane goes a long way to loosening up a girl's morals and expanding their horizons."   "I repeat, it is not going to happen," Dana shook her head. "Zane's a student and I'm a teacher. Perhaps the day he graduates, I'll kidnap him for a long, frustration-relieving weekend. I haven't had sex in eight years and watching him work really stresses my resolve."   "You could always join me in the hot tub," I offered. I wasn't sure how serious I was. I also wasn't sure how bad a concussion Cassandra had given me.   "Zane, do you have any idea of what I would do to you if I focused all my pent up sexual fury onto that body of yours?" Dana threatened. I gulped.   "Does it start with me tying you down?" I suggested sweetly. Hudson was looking really intrigued by this. I was beginning to believe she had this erotic attraction to 'turning' straight girls, most likely mirroring her own Law School experiences.   "What do you think?" she glared. Dana was becoming seriously aroused.   "I guess my only other question is if I can outrun you," I joked. Dana kept staring.   "Zane," Hudson snickered, "do you realize that your swimsuit is basically transparent when wet?"   "No, I didn't," I gulped once more. My package was less than a foot from Dana's lips. "Sorry, I'll be going to bed now," I backed up.   "That's a really nice ass," Dana sighed as I turned away.   "It is even nicer to touch," Hudson commented.   "It's not happening, Lane," Dana grumbled.   "Oh, you will come around," Hudson Lane laughed softly. "I have faith in Zane." Dana growled in rebuttal.   When I rounded the first cut-back leading to my bedroom, I heard and smelled sex, suddenly, sneaking off to Gabrielle Black's place and hiding out for the night sounded like a good idea, barring her killing me, of course. I sorted out the noises as I moved around until the room came into full view.   Reminder number one: Check the God Damn air filters!   Where the fuck do I begin?   On the far side of the bed, Mercy was on her knees, head down on a pillow with her painfully ecstatic face looking toward me. That was how I could tell she had been gagged. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, she was moaning and sweating up a storm, and her whole aura emanated with tantric excitement.   In case you might be wondering where her Mistress was: Rio was straddling Mercy's back, ass resting on Mercy's neck (by the tension in her thighs, Rio wasn't pressing down hard thankfully) and facing her playmate's highly vulnerable posterior.   "Hold out a little longer, my slut," Rio egged Mercy on quietly as she paddled those beautiful exposed ass cheeks, apparently in a random fashion.   And now it gets weird(er): Behind Mercy, facing Rio, wielding a strap-on with firm, slow, and steady strokes, was Paige. For the love of the Almighty, should I be quarantined as an immorality contagion? It wasn't like Paige was an angel but she was taking a few giant steps to proficiently wielding an artificial cock into a bound girl's bunghole. The fact that Rio and Paige despised each other continued warping my perception of events.   Barbie Lynn (farthest away in the closest group), Vivian, and Valarie were on the near side of the sheets. They weren't actually having sex but were talking in low voices with the occasional running of a hand through a companion's hair or tracing a finger from hip to thigh. It was sensual without being pornographic. It also appeared to be something they all three were enjoying.   In the middle section of my sleeping platform (it is an awesomely big bed) was Iona and Hope, who were doing a little more than cuddling together in quiet conversation. Hope stroked Iona's head compassionately as Iona gently teased and suckled on Hope's left breast. Every ounce of my experience cried out to me that Iona had initiated the sexual contact. That boggled the mind, right up there with Hope allowing a near stranger such intimate contact.   "Hey, Lover," Barbie Lynn gifted me with a sultry leer, "are you going to take that off or are you going to allow him to bust out on his own?" Bathing suit, cock, raging erection; got it. I yanked off my speedo fast enough to make my skin burn. I wrapped it up in a towel before tossing them in the clothes hamper.   I quickly plotted out my journey, figuring out where I was supposed to end up. I was giving up the illusion that I controlled events because if I was created in God's image and that was the reason God wanted men to rule over women, then I think God was really Goddess and Heaven's soul had it right, change sides.   Valarie gave me a fearless grin as I climbed over her on my way to the middle. She shifted so that her breasts swayed from side to side. I took in the view before kissing her and moving on.   "Try to settle things down by eleven, Zane," Vivian requested. I nodded and then kissed the tip of her nose, which she returned by kissing my forehead. It was very motherly of her, barring the fact that the sheets barely covered her pubic region and every exposed bit of her looked scrumptious.   My last hurdle was Barbie Lynn, and that was an obstacle in more than just the physical sense. She knew how to stretch and yawn just right for making my blood boil with lust and my vision cloud with desire.   "You will come back to me, Zane," she said with brazen tenderness. "Now go on and take care of the others who need you now." Best Blonde Bombshell ever.   As I settled behind Hope who was still facing Iona, I took it slow to let her instincts understand that I wasn't a threat but desirous of her.   "What's going on here?" I inquired delicately. "Hope, I didn't think you liked Iona all that much? And Iona, you have become much more confident in the past month; I like it."   "Zane, Iona is one of the bravest freshmen I've ever met. She's never backed down from a challenge and is smart enough to fight the battles she can win and send others to win the one's she can't," Hope explained. "I have admired her for some time."   "I know you wanted Hope to be put at ease," Iona related. "She's surrounded by people she has minimal familiarity with. I reasoned that I could help her adjust by doing what you do."   "Sexy, clever, lethal girls; this is definitely going on my Santa Wish List," I grinned. I was trying to settle in behind Hope when she wiggled around onto her back and indicated she wanted me to move between her and Iona. I was hardly in the mood to refuse and soon, both ladies were nestled in my arms. I was thinking about the next step when the situation around Mercy increased in energy and volume.   Hope pushed halfway over my chest and Iona turned away from me so they could watch the proceedings. Mercy was shivering like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Rio moved up so that her face was inches away from Paige's. I could see Paige contemplating her next action before she leaned into Rio. They each placed a hand behind the other's head to keep them close as they kissed.   "You smart-ass hooker," Rio snickered. "What flavor is that?" Mercy was cresting toward her orgasm unattended while Rio made small talk with Paige.   "Mango, lip balm and mouth wash," Paige beamed triumphantly. Rio snorted.   "Really start hammering the bitch," Rio ordered/requested. Paige nodded. She slowly drew back until only the tip of the fake phallus remained in Mercy's rectum before savagely slamming it all the way in as hard as she could.   Mercy squealed through her gag and began to violently spasm. Rio dismounted Mercy and flopped beside her partner's head.   "Don't you dare lose it, Cum-Bunny," Rio pressed Mercy. "Disappoint me and you will get nothing until the weekend. I won't let you touch anyone, even yourself. Are we clear?"   Mercy sobbed and nodded while her body teetered on the precipice of total collapse. Paige was displeased with Mercy's resistance and began spanking her thighs and buttocks hard enough to leave imprints. Rio kept stroking Mercy's hair and urging her to hang on. At the pinnacle of the moment I knew Mercy could not go on, Rio spoke softly into her ear.   "You annoying whore," she said, "I am so proud to be with you. Don't ever leave, now cum." Mercy's resulting climax was so powerful that her muscle spasms knocked Paige back on her heels knocking the strap-on mostly out of her ass. Mercy squirted, really squirted, onto Paige's lap, with even more juice shooting and coating Mercy's thighs and my sheets.   Up front, Mercy was cursing up a storm through her gag, grinding the fabric between her teeth with tears streaming out of her clenched eyes. Before her thrashing subsided, Rio had pulled the gag off and was kissing her fiercely on the lips, again and again. Mercy curled into a ball and Rio immediately wrapped her arms and legs around her Sub, keeping her presence light but comforting.   Rio saw our attention being directed their way and mouthed: 'Best Bitch Ever!' using her eyes to exaggerate the force of the words. Paige was still looking over the sticky mess that she had become.   "Put the contraption to soak in the big sink and take a shower," I suggested. Paige could see no flaw in my suggestion so she gave me a wink, unstrapped the device, and made her way out of the room.   When my eyes snapped back from watching a naked Paige exit, I saw that Hope's focus was on me.   "That looked fun," Hope stated clinically. "It is not for me but it definitely looked like they all felt, cleaner in a spiritual sense when they were done. I would never have suspected. In fact, I thought being bound was debasing and weak."   "It is called bondage and it is part of a sexual practice called BDSM, bondage, discipline, sadomasochism," I explained. "It definitely isn't for everyone, and certainly isn't as bizarre as Iona's furry fetish."   "Zane," Hope glared, "I saw a CSI episode on furries and you can't be an Asian or Asian-American high school girl in the United States and not know about cosplay; Iona and I are not into either one of those lifestyles I'm pretty sure."   While Hope was distracting me with her knowledge of other sexual subcultures, Iona snuck a hand beneath me and pinched my right ass cheek.   "Ow," I jumped. "What was that for, Beautiful?" I pleaded to Iona.   "I wanted to?" she responded meekly.   "That sounds like a perfectly good reason to me," I smiled. I would be somewhat offended if it was someone else but Iona was special; like Rio, she would always have my back, but unlike my chaotic fiend, she never abused my trust (or so I thought).   "Do me a favor?" Iona requested.   "Sure, anything for you," I answered right off the bat.   "Make her happy," Iona's eyes sparkled as the flickered to Hope. "Tickle my ear when you finish."   "Sure," I sighed with feigned regret, "if I have to."   "Thank you, Iona," Hope snorted in amusement, "I've got it from here."   "Nite-nite," Iona yawned, then rolled over and pretended to drop off to sleep. Like that was going to happen anytime soon!   "What no-, Hope got out before I rolled on top of her. I used one leg to wedge hers open, then settled between them as I lowered my body down. Hope looked at me quizzically.   "Touch me wherever you like," I instructed. I showed her what I meant by kissing her cheek, then edging around to suck on her earlobe.   Hope led off with her fingertips running along the muscles of my forearms and following a twisted trail up to my shoulders. With equal care, she began rubbing her toes along my calves, up to my knees and lower thighs. This had the added benefit of rotating her hips so that her pubic hair scratched along the veins of the base of my cock.   "You know this is going to make field work with you far more difficult," Hope murmured.   "Now you know what I've been going through for a month," I teased her back. "Now you know how I feel naked under your touch and so do I."   "You touch yourself much?" Hope giggled. Iona did her best to smother her own mirthful reaction.   "Maybe you should come to my bed more often to keep my hands otherwise occupied," I suggested. Hope arched her back, thrusting her breasts into my chest and laughed lyrically.   "Touch ," Hope conceded. "I wondered if I was imposing on your hospitality, wanting to spend tonight with you. Now I'm feeling as if I've been lured in and seduced by your masculine wiles."   "Zane, manipulating somebody!" Valarie gave a comedic gasp. "Well, there is always a first time for our ham-handed Lothario to launch a plot that doesn't involve him getting an extra fish stick for dinner."   "Ham-handed," Barbie Lynn mused. "His fingers are smoking but hardly ham-like," which she emphasized by rubbing her hand over her crotch.   "Do you often stick smoked country ham between your thighs, Barbie-Baby?" Valarie taunted.   "Only when your magic tongue and fingers aren't available," Barbie Lynn volleyed right back.   "Oh, you did not say that!" Valarie choked. She vaulted on top of Barbie Lynn and the two started wrestling. Vivian scooted toward the edge and fended off the combatants from rolling over her.   "When we graduate and drag you back to our dungeon to live, are you going to miss other bed partners having these mid-coital conversations?" Hope smirked.   "You underestimate your ability to focus my attention," I countered. When you are in bed with someone, you are in bed with THAT person, or so I believe. Hope's look sizzled, her body heated up, and she pulled me so close and tight, I couldn't make out any details beyond her eyes.   "I hate them," Hope purred.   "Who?" I worried. You don't want one good friend to hate another good friend. You really don't want a good friend with marksmanship skills out the ass not liking someone you have become attached to.   "Christina and Heaven," she sighed, but I knew she wasn't serious. "Christina because you would rather be with her and Heaven because she has you."   "Hope," I maneuvered so I could stroke her cheek, "I can't promise you or anyone else anything beyond this school year. Neither one of us qualifies as 'normal' by any definition of the word. I certainly like being with you, if that matters, and not just in bed. You are beautiful, intense, and serious in a way we shouldn't be."   "Serious is not the most intimate of descriptions," Hope joked, "but I think I know what you mean. As chaotic as your life is, I think we balance each other out." I didn't need words to agree with that; I let us return to our game of touch, kiss, and lick. We were getting back into a playful tempo when the fight between Valarie and Barbie Lynn ended.   There was no hot, spontaneous lesbian eruption; it devolved into Valarie having Barbie Lynn pinned with her wrists on the pillow held over her head. Valarie was trying to administer a 'Wet Willy' (sticking a finger, or tongue, into your opponent's ear) and finally succeeding.   "I give, I give," squealed Barbie Lynn. "Anything, just stop."   "Anything?" Valarie prodded suggestively. Barbie Lynn's very ample bosom heaved with each deep breath she took, which had the effect of rubbing them in circles against Valarie's dangling breasts.   "Come with me to the Southwest this summer," Valarie demanded. Barbie Lynn was still giving it serious thought when Paige came traipsing back in, drying her hair.   "Where in the Southwest?" Paige inquired. Valarie sat up on Barbie Lynn and looked over her shoulder at the albino lass.   "West of Laredo, East of the Pacific, South of Denver and North of Mexico," Valarie answered. "Sant Fe, Vegas, the Painted Desert, places like that." I didn't see coming what happened next.   "Valarie, would you consider allowing to me come along?" Paige asked politely.   "You really want to impress Zane that much?" Valarie divined Paige's intention.   "That, and he's most likely going with Rio as well," Paige responded, "so you are going to need all the help you can get." Rio didn't respond verbally, Mercy was still recovering, but glared with venom.   "What do you add to our little expedition?" Valarie asked.   "I'll do it," Barbie Lynn interjected. "I wasn't sure what I was going to do after graduation but seeing more of the world will do me good, and I hear it is cold in the desserts at night and I don't want Zane to catch a chill," she adds with a smile.   "I speak Spanish, plus a strong understanding of electronics, botany, and computers," Paige continued with a twinge of annoyance toward Barbie.   "Fine, both are in. We are getting our rides tomorrow afternoon at five," Valarie announced.   "Zane," Hope whispered, "I appreciate the silence of our first date now more than ever."   "We can go back to your place?" I offered.   "Oh, Chastity would love that," Hope snickered playfully. "I'm afraid if you don't ravish her in the next few weeks, she is going to rape Heaven."   "I'll keep that in mind, but right now I want to be where I am, with you," I kissed Hope's nose.   "Can I try something, Zane?" Hope turned serious and introspective.   "Of course," I said.   "Paige, come over here with me," Barbie Lynn suggested. The blonde wiggled over so that Valarie fell to the far side and indicated that Paige should join her.   "You only want to sex up my body," Paige accused Barbie Lynn, as she hopped onto the foot of the bed and put her fists defiantly on her hips.   "But of course I do, Paige-shugah," Barbie Lynn licked her lips, "now get over here and give me a taste."   "Oh. In that case, Paige scampered over and reclined next to the dynamite blonde. Barbie Lynn had a strong, subtly alluring persona while Paige was constantly aggressive.   "A naked Paige Zeller sexual molesting an equally naked Barbie Lynn Masters will go down as yet another thing I never thought I'd see," Hope mused.   "Be careful who you think is molesting who," I cautioned Hope. A few seconds later Paige shook and fluttered. Barbie Lynn had slid a stealthy hand between Paige's thighs.   "Oh, someone's been a bad little kitty," Barbie Lynn cooed, "A bad, soaking wet little kitty." Paige hiccupped, then shuddered again. "Does kitty need to be petted," Barbie asked as she stroked Paige's love box, "or does kitty need to be spanked?" And Barbie Lynn spanked Paige's cunt lightly, making Paige jerk.   "Master, I stand corrected," Hope nodded her head to me in respect of my sexual insight.   "You wanted to do something?" I brought Hope back on track.   "Yes, Zane, yes I did," Hope smiled. "Please lie on your back and close your eyes." It was my turn to nod as I complied with her wishes. She settled her haunches on my crotch and waited a moment.   First was a kiss, followed in slow progression by a finger, nose, earlobe, toe, two fingers coated in her juices, two fingers coated in Paige's juices, a nipple (most likely the right), her other nipple coated in Barbie Lynn's juices, Valarie's tongue (given away by the movement toward me), Hope's tongue, her other big toe, and ending with her lips and tongue. The anticipation of what was coming next was fun. As Hope reclined on top of me, Mercy finally began to stir.   "Were you a good little tramp tonight?" Rio panted hungrily at her partner.   "Yes, I, was I?" Mercy rasped. She was fighting to stay awake, her fatigue a heavy burden to bear.   "The Slut will say 'Yes Mistress; yes I was allowed to be good tonight'," Rio nuzzled Mercy's neck, ear, and jaw.   "Yes, Mistress," Mercy purred. "My wonderfully annoying Mistress allowed me to be good tonight." Rio spanked Mercy's burning hot ass flank hard. Mercy flinched and cried out in pain.   "Did I tell you to adlib, you annoying, frustrating skank," Rio taunted her, "or is my whore clever enough to sneak in an undeserved spanking?"   Mercy buried her face in a pillow but I could swear she was smiling.   "Nipple clamps for you in the morning, and I'm getting those bitches pierced on Saturday, got it?" Rio clarified the point by rolling each nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Mercy nodded but kept her face in the pillow. "Fine, let's get underneath the covers. Snuggle up with me to keep me warm, and you had better suckle my nipples.   Rio took up her normal sleeping area, avoiding the wet spot, with Mercy at her side, her tongue playing with Rio's left nipple.   "Mercy," Rio whispered. Mercy kept tongue-flicking the nipple but looked up.   "You rock," Rio said even softer. Mercy pulled more of her weary body over Rio as the nipple play continued and Rio began stroking her paramour's hair lovingly. In that relationship, it was getting harder to determine who the 'better' half was.   I searched around blindly for some lube, which had 'mystically' migrated under Barbie Lynn's pillow.   "Hope, put some oil on my cock and on your ass cleft," I told my Korean princess. She barely broke her iron mask of indifference before taking the bottle and doing as directed. I caught sight of Valarie, Vivian, and Barbie Lynn all peeking my way.   I imagined it was the curiosity about my apparent decision to 'break' Hope in anally.   "Hope, point my cock up and mount it," I directed. In theme with the game the two of us played, Hope took my commands without question, even to the point where her virginity was in question.   "Push it back," I stopped Hope's decent as it contacted her rather moist slit. She pushed back a little. Being a virgin, she probably wasn't sure where in the cunt, a cock should penetrate. "Farther back," I insisted, then again, "no, still farther." I felt my rod separate her ass cheeks as Hope slid on down. Only when her now soaking mound settled on my pubic bone did she figure out the game.   "Ah, that's cold," Valarie whispered to Vivian and Barbie Lynn.   "No ass sex for Hope tonight," lamented Barbie Lynn. My precious blonde really loved anal sex. I put my hands on Hope's hips to support her.   "Now ride me, Hope," I smiled. "Give me everything you've got."   Hope started out slow, working out a rhythm that pushed my shaft and cockhead as deep along her ass crack as possible. She even stopped for a moment and applied more lube. Soon she was thrusting hard back and up quickly, then allowing a long, leisurely ride back to my crotch. She bounced down on me again and again, her resounding impact on my crotch becoming a wetter, smacking sound.   Hope was powerful, vibrant, and strong; she needed little of the guidance provided by my hands on her hips. I decided to move my right hand to her finely groomed pubic hair, then to her soft pubic flesh itself. I alternated between splitting her lips open and massaging her clit. With my left hand, I coaxed stimulation from her right areola and nipple.   This time, instead of scarring me, Hope wrapped her fingers in her hair. She gave a few desperate convulsions, then her whole body tensed backwards.   "Zane! Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her ass cheeks tried to squeeze my cock in a steel-tight vise but fortunately, the lube caused it to pop free before those buns of steel could turn my man-meat into ground beef (sometimes I visualize too graphically).   "I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes," Vivian sighed. "A girl comes to a boy

Līdz ar Zaļo un zemnieku savienības piesliešanos opozīcijai jautājumā par Stambulas konvenciju ir parādījusi valdības nestabilitāti – var būt jautājumi, kur tā nespēj nodrošināt balsis parlamentā pat, ja valdībā lēmums ir pieņemts. Budžetam atbalstu it kā sola visas valdības partijas, bet ar to jau viss nebeigsies, līdz nākamajām vēlēšanām, jaunai Saeimai un un jaunai koalīcijai vēl vesels gads un daudz darāmā. Nevar neņemt vērā arī politisko fonu un sabiedrības aktivitāti, ko izraisīja Saeimas balsojums par Stambulas konvenciju un prezidenta lēmums to nodot otrreizējai caurlūkošanai. Kādas ir šīs koalīcijas iespējas, vai un kādas ir alternatīvas, galu galā, ko vēlamies sagaidīt no izpildvaras gada garumā līdz nākamajām vēlēšanām? Krustpunktā diskutē Latvijas tirdzniecības un rūpniecības kameras valdes loceklis Jānis Lielpēteris, Latvijas Universitātes profesors, politologs Jānis Ikstens, laikraksta "Latvijas Avīze" žurnālists Māris Antonēvičs un Latvijas Kultūras akadēmijas asociētā profesore socioloģe Liene Ozoliņa.  

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Here's what the Perplexity AI app says about Indigo Nav: The Indigo Nav app is a fully accessible turn-by-turn GPS navigation tool designed primarily for blind and low-vision users. It was developed by the **American Printing House for the Blind (APH)**, a nonprofit known for creating accessible educational and navigational products for people who are visually impaired.[5][11] ### Developer and Origin Indigo Nav evolved from **GoodMaps Outdoors**, which itself was built upon the legacy of the **Nearby Explorer** GPS app. Development leadership includes figures such as Mike May, a long-time accessibility technology advocate and developer in orientation and mobility tools. The app was officially rebranded “Indigo Nav” in 2025 under APH's direction.[2][3][5] ### Key Features Indigo Nav offers a robust set of accessibility-focused navigation tools, including: – **Turn-by-turn navigation** with voice guidance and haptic alerts for orientation and route feedback.[1][4] – **Waypoint recording (breadcrumbs)** allowing users to create custom routes by manually or automatically adding navigation markers as they travel.[4][1] – **LookAround Wand**, which announces nearby points of interest (POIs) and intersections when the phone is pointed in a direction.[1][5] – **Virtual Location Mode**, enabling simulation of navigation from a chosen point to explore areas remotely.[5] – **Transit routing** with nearby stop detection and public transit integration.[1][5] – **Morse code-based haptic feedback** patterns for orientation cues.[5] – **Customizable visual and auditory settings**, such as color contrast, vibration intensity, and verbosity levels.[1][5] – **Integration with GoodMaps Indoor venues** for seamless transition between outdoor and indoor navigation environments.[5][1] ### Platform Availability Indigo Nav is available for **iOS and Android** devices: – **Apple App Store**: apps.apple.com/app/indigo-nav/id945756779 – **Google Play Store**: play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.goodmaps.outdoors.[11][4] ### Website and Developer Information The app's developer website and primary organization are: – **Developer**: American Printing House for the Blind (APH) – **Website**: [www.aph.org](https://www.aph.org) In summary, Indigo Nav continues the mission of accessible navigation technology for blind and visually impaired travelers, combining outdoor and simulated navigation with innovative feedback systems and integration with the GoodMaps platform.[4][11][1][5] [1](https://apps.apple.com/us/app/indigo-nav/id945756779) [2](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o9JcgdzJ-I) [3](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbxxSm-ZGGo) [4](https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.goodmaps.outdoors&hl=en_US) [5](https://apps.apple.com/ca/app/indigo-nav/id945756779) [6](https://aviationweek.com/aerospace/emerging-technologies/indigo-unveils-new-look-its-website-mobile-app) [7](https://www.tomtom.com/newsroom/press-releases/general/234129097/introducing-tomtom-indigo-the-world-s-first-open-digital-cockpit-software-platform-for-carmakers/) [8](https://www.facebook.com/groups/1314505679726703/posts/1548656742978261/) [9](https://www.indigo-astronomy.org) [10](https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=ca.indigo&hl=en_ZA) [11](https://www.appbrain.com/appstore/indigo-nav/ios-945756779) [12](https://developer.goindigo.in) [13](https://www.tomtom.com/newsroom/press-releases/general/234281396/tech-leaders-partner-with-tomtom-to-transform-the-digital-cockpit-experience-through-tomtom-indigo/) [14](https://indigotulsa.com/app-development/) [15](https://www.eejournal.com/article/headline-will-carmakers-adopt-tomtoms-indigo-open-integrated-digital-cockpit-software-platform/) Presenter contact info: Email: MM@MikeMay.org

Silvana, Eric, and Tegan watch Stargate SG-1 Season 6 Episode 9 "Allegiance." The Tok'ra and the Jaffa finally team up in this episode, is it everything the podcast hosts hoped it would be? Listen to find out. This episode has another man shooting a gun in a circle...but it has a decidedly different feel that in last week's episode "The Other Guys." Jacob talks to Jack about having a Tok'ra symbiote, and Sam is noteably absent for this conversation. Teal'c unfortunately is acting like his Chulak alter ego attacking a Tok'ra in this episode, can we stop with that? The Za'tarc detector is back! But is it useful? Does it change anything?  Episode ratings: Comedic Effect - 3/7 chevrons Emotional Impact - 3/7 chevrons Enjoyability - 3/7 chevrons Culture/history/lore - 6/7 chevrons Novelty - 3/7 chevrons Technical Quality  - 5/7 chevrons Plot - 1/7 chevrons Relevance to the overall story? Yes, don't skip Join the conversation on our socials.

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Začínali ako malá vajnorská firma, dnes však patria medzi najvýznamnejších bratislavských developerov. Vybudovali tisíce bytov a postupne prenikajú aj do zahraničia. Reč je o spoločnosti VI Group, ktorú vedú bratia Juraj a Richard Duškovci. Pôvodným povolaním architekti, dnes patria k dôležitým hráčom na realitnom trhu s inšpiratívnym príbehom.

Depresija više nije samo medicinski termin, često postaje etiketa, identitet, pa čak i “uloga” kroz koju ljudi počinju da posmatraju sebe. Psihijatar Milutin Kostić i psihoterapeut Milan Damjanac razgovaraju o tome kako je došlo do toga da depresija, iz kliničke dijagnoze, preraste u način na koji se pojedinci predstavljaju drugima i doživljavaju sopstveni život, u zamenu za identitet. Zašto je depresija danas toliko "normalizovana“, a istovremeno i pogrešno shvaćena? Gde je granica između trajne tuge, lošeg perioda i mentalnog poremećaja koji zahteva stručnu pomoć? Šta nam govore savremena istraživanja o biološkim, socijalnim i psihološkim faktorima rizika? I kako društvo, mediji, pa i digitalna kultura utiču na to da se sve češće identifikujemo kroz dijagnozu? Kako je i kada tuga nestala iz rečnika? Više niko nije tužan, svi su depresivni. Da li sam ja depresivan ili tužan, ili možda samo pokušavam da pronađem ko sam? Ako ste se ikada to zapitali, na pravom ste mestu. Promena je prirodna, baš kao i voda koja pronalazi svoj tok. U trenutku kada nam se čini da nas identitet "depresivne osobe“ zarobljava, važno je da znamo: naše emocije su sklone promeni, a sa njima i mi.

Znalazłam markę i osobę, która za nią stoi przypadkiem, jednak zaintrygowała mnie nie tylko biżuteria jaką tworzy, ale znaczenie które za tym stoi. Nie, nie jest to reklama, chociaż markę The Stories Studio polecam w autentycznym zachwycie.Jesteśmy w specyficznym czasie, który skłania do myślenia o przemijaniu, czasem do tęsknoty za tymi, którzy przeminęli. I wielu z nas najpewniej chciałoby jeszcze raz się przytulić, poczuć, dotknąć. Czy możliwe jest zatrzymanie czasu? Tej dłoni, za którą tęsknimy, tego drzewa, pod którym siadaliśmy wspólnie, a które nadal stoi, tylko… tej osoby już tutaj nie ma?O symbolach, sentymencie, stracie, próbie zatrzymania czasu, amuletach i ich znaczeniach w naszym codziennym życiu, myśleniu magicznym i opanowaniu trwogi porozmawiam z socjolożką i inicjatorką biżuterii, która próbuje zatrzymać czas, właścicielką marki The Stories Studio, Kasią Macierzyńską porozmawiam w dzisiejszym odcinku podcastu. Ja nazywam się Joanna Gutral, jestem psycholożką i psychoterapeutką, a to jest mój podcast w którym gadam. Dzisiaj o przemijaniu i sentymencie. Za możliwość realizacji i dystrybucji tego podcastu kłaniam się w pas Patronom i Patronkom i szczerze doceniam ich obecność oraz wsparcie. Odsyłam do strony i na Instagram marki The Stories Studio:https://www.thestories.studiohttps://www.instagram.com/thestories.studio/Montaż: Eugeniusz Karlov

W nowym odcinku serii „ZAPLECZE” poznacie Dagmarę Rosiak, właścicielkę niewielkiego miejsca na Mokotowie, którego filozofia opiera się na trzech wartościach: dobrym produkcie, dobrej atmosferze w pracy i dobrej relacji z gośćmi. Poznajcie mikropiekarnię „BĘDZIE DOBRZE”, która serwuje także pyszną kawę!Z tego odcinka dowiecie się m.in.:- Czym w branży HoReCa może być „słoik sugestii” i co daje?- Dlaczego autentyczne rzemiosło potrafi reklamować się samo?- Jak ukryta mikropiekarnia stała się miejscem, które kochają zarówno goście, jak i zespół za barem?Linki:- Strona domowa- Instagram | X/Twitter- Profil BĘDZIE DOBRZE na Instagramie- Gość: Dagmara Rosiak - Zawsze Głodna- Serial „The Bear”Partnerzy tego odcinka podcastu:- Palarnia kawy HAYB (w odcinku kod -10% na kawy i herbaty!)- BĘDZIE DOBRZEProwadzący: Krzysztof KołaczMam prośbę: Oceń ten podcast w Apple Podcasts oraz na Spotify. Zostaw tyle gwiazdek, ile uznasz. Twoja opinia ma znaczenie!Zainteresowany współpracą? Pogadajmy! kawa@boczemunie.plSłuchaj, gdzie chcesz: Apple Podcasts | Spotify i przez RSS.Rozdziały:(00:00:14) INTRO(00:00:48) Wstępniak(00:05:56) Dlaczego powstało „Będzie Dobrze”?(00:09:39) Wyzwania skali mikro w marko ujęciu(00:20:15) 4 lata(00:30:16) Kawa w piekarni?(00:35:27) Fine dining w piekarni?!(00:41:15) Za co Dagmara kocha to, co robi?

Za jazbecem sta ostala hvaležnost in lep spomin … Pripoveduje: Uroš Furst. Napisala: Susan Varley. Prevedel: Kristijan Musek Lešnik. Posneto v studiih Radia Slovenija 2007.

This week, we're breaking bread in every sense of the phrase. First, beloved actor Tony Shalhoub joins us to talk about his new CNN series, Breaking Bread, where he travels the world to explore the meaning of bread and how it connects us across cultures and tables. Growing up in a large Lebanese American family in Wisconsin, Tony shares memories of food as a bridge between worlds, from kibbeh and hummus to bratwurst and grilled cheese. Then, we meet Maureen Abood, author of Lebanese Baking, who brings us into the heart of the Lebanese kitchen with recipes and stories that honor tradition and community. She leaves us with her recipe for Za'atar Manakeesh, a beloved flatbread that captures the heart of Lebanese baking: simple, fragrant, and made to share.Head to our YouTube channel and watch this extended cut of our interview with Tony Shalhoub. Subscribe so you don't miss anything!Broadcast dates for this episode: October 31, 2025 (originally aired)Our annual cookbook giveaway is live!  To enter for free, visit splendidtable.org/cookbookGenerous listeners like you make The Splendid Table possible. Donate today to support the show.

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Na vzniku vlády se „maká“, ale snadné to být nemusí. Nizozemsko obrací stránku a vrací se k evropskému středu. Začátek normalizace české společnosti. Plány oživit Visegrádské uskupení jsou nereálné. Podle Deníku N si Babiš sám vybral experty za SPD do vlády. Proč to Okamurovi může vyhovovat?

Ministerstvo investícií Samuela Migaľa pozastavuje ostro kritizované IT tendre za desiatky miliónov eur na nový portál slovensko.sk. Vraj pre nepravdivú kritiku ich majú najskôr skontrolovať národný kontrolóri či Útvar hodnoty za peniaze. Pre obstarávania už padli aj trestné oznámenia.O aké IT tendre vlastne ide? Potrebujeme nový projekt slovensko.sk za desiatky miliónov eur? Skutočne je v havarijnom stave a hrozí mu zlyhanie? A prečo chce ministerstvo nakupovať softvérové licencie za 17 miliónov eur od firmy so zvláštnym pozadím z pražského paneláku? A prečo opozícia hovorí o zmanipulovaných tendroch, machináciách a šafárení na hulváta a projekty kritizuje aj exminister Richard Raši?Braňo Závodský sa rozprával so štátnym tajomníkom ministerstva investícií, regionálneho rozvoja a informatizácie Radoslavom Štefánekom a exministerkou MIRRI, predsedníčkou strany Za ľudí a poslankyňou parlamentu Veronikou Remišovou.

U novoj, pomalo haotičnoj epizodi Njuz Podkasta, odajemo počast studentima koji pešače od Novog Pazara do Novog Sada i analiziramo sve pokušaje vlasti da ih u tome spreče - od medijskih spinova do policijskih patrola. Bavimo se i misterijom nedelje: šta se zaista dogodilo u Ćacilendu? Da li je požar bio slučajan ili savršeno tempiran da zaseni rezoluciju Evropskog parlamenta? Ko je pucao, ko je ranjen, a ko je sve režirao? Pretresamo i najnovije "stručne" analize predsednika Vučića o ruskom leku za rak i njegovoj ceni od 100.000 evra, kao i izjavu Sandre Božić o potrebi da se visoko obrazovanje "sruši do temelja". Za kraj, otkrivamo kako je Dušan Borković, naš proslavljeni automobilista, od grada Pančeva dobio 10 miliona evra i zašto se mi i dalje molimo za YouTube plaketu. ⏰ Iskreno: Treba nam ta Plaketa! Ne da bi nam bio bolji biznis, nego da bi bili kul pred našom decom. Nemojte da nas terate da budemo najnevažniji YouTube kanal u istoriji Srbije! Svi imaju Plaketu! Pokažite milost: Pritisnite SUBSCRIBE i lajkujte – inače ćemo misliti da ste ljubomorni jer smo bili pozvani da budemo svedoci saradnici na konferenciji. Naslovna fotka: Screenshot/RTV Mag

Thatch is joined by Lynian and Dr. Shamu to discuss what they liked and didn't like about Pokemon Legends ZA. Mailbag Question: What do you think of ZA? puclpodcast@gmail.comIntro: 0:01:16News: 0:06:31ZA Topic: 0:16:23PokeQuiz: 1:32:40Poke Opinion: 1:51:41Mailbag: 1:58:43PUCL Survey Link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdhx-6MT5XBhGASO6bIwg7Ze-QBCwuizZeMpx9f7uVBEJUCFw/viewform?usp=headerUse Code PUCLPOD5 at trollandtoad.com for 5% off and support the show!Check us out on Discord!www.pucldiscord.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/puclpodcastFacebook: https://Facebook.com/puclpodcastBlusky: https://bsky.app/profile/puclpodcast.bsky.socialTwitch: https://twitch.tv/thepuclpodcast Support us at https://Patreon! Patreon.com/puclpodcast#pokemonpodcast #pokecast #pokemontalk #pokemonxy #pokemonza #pokemontcg #pokemongo #pokemontalk #pokemon #nintendo #nintendoswitch #nintendoswitchlite #nintendoswitch2 #pokemonchampions #pokemonlegendsza #pokemonlegendsarceus #pokemonscarletandviolet Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.