And If Love Remains

Episode 192 - Great And Abominable

2 Nephi Chapter 6 analysis #god #mormons #israelpalestineconflict #christian #translation #scripture #ldschurch #josephsmith #liberty #freedom

Episode 191 - Brett and Elias: On Recording

Brett and Elias talk about recording, new shows, and AI.
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#AI #viral #music #recording #classicalmusic #piano #engineering #producer

Episode 190 - Joe Wolverton: The Principles Behind The Constitution

Another great episode the The John Birch Society Constitutional Law Scholar Joe Wolverton.
#freespeech #1stamendment #liberty #americanhistory #britain #revolution #naturalrights #14thamendment #equality #civilwar #JBS #JohnBirchSociety #fyp

Episode 189 - Obstacle To Peace with Jeremy R. Hammond

Is America helping the process or is it an Obstacle To Peace? A conversation with Jeremy R. Hammond.
#israel #zionist #palestine #fyp #middleeast #bible #book #author #journalism #foreignpolicy #americanempire #zionism #peace #WW3 #hamas #PLO
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Episode 188 - The Halloween Poem by Pumpkin Rot

A fun thing for Halloween - I'll be reciting some great Halloween poems. Our final poem is The Halloween Poem by Pumpkin Rot. #poem #halloween #hauntedstories #poetry #emilydickinson #literature
 
The Halloween Poem
Pumpkin Rot
 
He ran out of work and rushed to the store.Then sped to his home and shot through his door.With pumpkins and candy and black cardboard cats.With cornstalks and devils and tiny witch hats.He strung purple lights and soft orange crepe.He hung paper bats with two-sided tape.He gutted the pumpkins, the best in the bin.He stabbed each some eyes, a nose, and a grin.He rushed to the lawn – The Front Yard of Fear.And set up his zombies he built through the year.He constructed his graveyard with tombstones of foam,And placed a cloth ghost in its gloomy crypt home.He dressed his new scarecrow with a hat and a coat,And staked in a post for a sign that he wrote:Beware Ye!Go Back!Not Safe!He laughed a small laugh and smiled with pride.Then scattered some leaves and ran back inside.He heated up cider and warmed up some pie.He colored white frosting with goblin-green dye.He filled giant bowls with popcorn and treats,Toffee and chocolates and soft sugared sweets.He changed from his suit and slicked back his hair.He donned a black cloak and sat in his chair.He popped in his fangs and gave them a bite.Then smiled sharp teeth and waited for night.Now that his planning and hard work was done,He listened for sounds of laughter and fun!He imagined kids running in white ghostly sheets.Hobos and monsters on shadowy streets!With masks made of plastic and rubber and paint.He thought he heard children distant and faint!He pictured their parents, excited and proud,Escorting small creatures, eager and loud!They’d spot his great house, then gather and flock.They’d block up the street and clog up the block!They’d line up for hours for a look and a treat.He thought he heard sounds of scurrying feet! ***It was only dry leaves swept along by the wind.He breathed out a sigh, his proud smile thinned.His dreams and his hopes of Halloween fameBlew away with the leaves. Nobody came.

Episode 187 - Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson

A fun thing for Halloween - I'll be reciting some great Halloween poems. Continuing with Emily Dickinson'sBecause I Could Not Stop For Death. #poem #halloween #hauntedstories #poetry #emilydickinson #literature
Because I could not stop for Death
Emily Dickinson 
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality.We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility –We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess – in the Ring –We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –We passed the Setting Sun –Or rather – He passed us –The Dews drew quivering and chill –For only Gossamer, my Gown –My Tippet – only Tulle –We paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground –The Roof was scarcely visible –The Cornice – in the Ground –Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses' HeadsWere toward Eternity –

Episode 186 - Scott Horton: The Cab Driver Is Right.

Scott Horton is director of the Libertarian Institute, editorial director of Antiwar.com, host of Antiwar Radio on Pacifica, 90.7 FM KPFK in Los Angeles, California and podcasts the Scott Horton Show from ScottHorton.org. He’s the author of the 2021 book Enough Already: Time to End the War on Terrorism, the 2017 book, Fool’s Errand:Time to End the War in Afghanistan and editor of the 2019 book The Great Ron Paul: The Scott Horton Show Interviews 2004–2019 and the 2022 book Hotter Than the Sun: Time to Abolish Nuclear Weapons.
Horton is currently at work on the forthcoming book Provoked: How Washington Started the New Cold War With Russia and the Catastrophe in Ukraine.
He’s conducted more than 5,900 interviews since 2003.
In 2007, Horton won the Austin Chronicle‘s “Best of Austin” award for his Iraq war coverage on Antiwar Radio.
Scott’s articles have appeared at Antiwar.com, The American Conservative magazine, the History News Network, The Future of Freedom, The National Interest , the Orange County Register and the Christian Science Monitor. He was featured in the 2019 documentary An Endless War: Getting Out of Afghanistan and contributed a chapter to the 2019 book, The Impact of War.
He was a regular guest on Kennedy Nation on Fox Business Channel.
Scott lives in Austin, Texas with his wife, Larisa Alexandrovna Horton.
Scott’s blog Stress, Twitter, YouTube, Patreon, Substack.
#cardiel #skating #war #israel #palestine #politics #libertarianinstitute #joerogan #vivafrei #freedom

Episode 185 - Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

A fun thing for Halloween - I'll be reciting some great Halloween poems. Continuing with the great Edgar Allan Poe - "Alone."
#poem #halloween #hauntedstories #poetry #theraven #edgarallenpoe #alone #literature
“Alone”
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—