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On November 19, 2018 By m3mayhemIn Miscellaneous Sex Snuff
It was past midnight and Tony was pissed. That fuckin' punk had a curfew, and he damn well knew it; Tony had made sure of that. So where was the little asswipe?
There had never been any love lost between Tony and his stepson. Of course, he'd only been Billy's stepfather for a year and they'd never been on good terms. It was obvious that Tony hadn't loved Billy's mother, which hadn't endeared him to the teen, but things had gotten much worse in the seven months since she'd died.
As Tony ground his teeth and waited for Billy, he wondered, with a bitter grin, how the kid would react if he knew that Tony had murdered her.
Stupid bitch had wanted his body so bad. Tony was thirty-two, six feet tall and a hundred and seventy-five pounds of pure muscle that he exercised daily working in the freight yard of a lumber company. He was Hispanic—Tony was short for Antonio—with fairly long blue-black hair, dark liquid eyes and black wiry fur covering his sculpted form.
He was also uneducated, sullen, violent-tempered—and gay. It irked him, and he'd kill to protect his macho image, but he accepted it physically. He'd married Billy's mom for two reasons, one of which was the she simply wouldn't leave him alone. She'd met him at one of the neighborhood supermarkets and instantly fallen for his dark Latin looks and his phenomenal physique.
But the main reason was that she'd agreed to insure her life for a two million dollars with him—him alone, and not the kid—as beneficiary. "Don't worry, querida, I'll take care of William," he'd told her. But Guillermo had been his father's name; the obnoxious sixteen-year-old didn't deserve to be called by the same name as that noble man. He still intended to keep his word, though.
He'd take care of Billy.
Her death had been easy to arrange. Tony wasn't smart but he had the cunning and instincts of a predatory animal. He'd made it simple. The day after the kid's seventeenth birthday—she'd wanted to have a party but of course the little fuck spent the night out getting high and banging some cheap high school slut—he'd simply pushed her down the stairs, then called 911. When he got down and found out she was still alive, he broke her neck.
The autopsy concluded death by misadventure. It was officially an accident.
It was taking a while to wind things up, though. He was waiting for the final legal matters of his wife's estate—such as it was—to finish up before taking the money and blowing town, leaving Billy behind. Tony had already gotten the money, all two million of it, and stashed it in an account under a false identity he'd created, having set up a residence under that name in a small town on the other side of the state. All that was left was the deed of the house. It wasn't worth much—but Tony was greedy.
He was also intolerant of his spoiled punk of a stepson.
But ever since his mother's death, the teen fuckwad had become more and more insolent, sneering at Tony, daring him to try to punish him. "You ain't my dad!" he yelled so often that the words rang continuously in Tony's ears, "The moment I'm eighteen, I'm outta here!"
That one made Tony smile. He planned to be outta here himself long before then.
But lately, Billy had gotten worse. He'd come home at two in the morning, bleary, red-eyed, obviously drunk and/or high every time, usually boasting about whatever freshman chick had been unlucky enough to get her cherry popped by him. Tony really didn't give a shit what the boy did, but he was drawing attention to the household. Already the older man had been visited twice by the cops and three times by the truant officer.
The last thing Tony wanted before he cut and run was to be noticed by the cops. The problem needed to end—now. He'd told Billy two days ago that he needed to be in by midnight, or else. He didn't finish the sentence, but his manner and gestures made his meaning clear. Billy sneered but didn't argue.
He'd gotten home on time last night, but there was something in his actions and his unpleasant expression that made Tony suspect his plans hadn't worked out. There'd ended up being no temptation to break curfew.
Tonight, however…
It was nearly two in the morning before Tony heard the front door open. Billy stumbled in, drunk, his pale blue eyes bloodshot. The teen punk flipped on the hall light just as Tony stepped out of the tiny living room.
"You hadda curfew, boy," Tony growled.
"Huh? Whozzat?" Billy slurred, rubbing his bleary eyes as he struggled to remain upright. His red-gold hair gleamed under the overhead bulb the kid swayed.
Billy was almost as tall as Tony, about five feet ten, but much slenderer. He wasn't scrawny, but his lean adolescent body wasn't remotely in the same class as his stepfather's muscle-bound form. The alcoholic flush in his youthful face emphasized the band of freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose and his long lashes gave his pot-reddened eyes an almost feminine appearance.
Billy was wearing a skin-tight pair of low-rise skinny jeans that just barely covered his ass. His feet were tightly laced into a pair of DC Court Graffiks. The kicks were pale gray that stood out under the jet-black jeans. The boy's lean, smooth chest was wrapped in an untucked thin cotton t-shirt, bright yellow—it was a Pikachu shirt.
Tony, standing shirtless with his arms crossed over his furry bulging chest, wore nothing but a pair of old worn work jeans tucked into his eight-inch black leather Timberland boots. He'd just started tucking his jean cuffs into the laced boots three weeks ago after disturbing a rattler under a pile of seasoned timber.
"I said," Tony snarled, a dangerous tone in his voice, "You hadda curfew. Where ya been, you little shit?"
"I been out," the teen snapped, "An' it ain't yer buzz—busy—business where."
Tony clenched his fist so tightly that the knuckles cracked audibly. "As long as yer livin' in my house, you spoiled brat—"
"It ain't your house!!" Billy yelled. "It's my mom's! And you ain't my dad, so quit tellin' me what to fuckin' do!"
"As long as you're living in my house," Tony began again, very slowly and deliberately, "You're gonna do what I say. Period. You ain't eighteen yet, boy."
"Or what?" the drunken punk sneered, "Whaddaya gonna do? Tell ya what, ya greasy spic, I'm gettin' out tomorrow. Already told my friends about it. Once I find me a place an' get settled in, I'm havin' a big-ass party and gettin' as fucked-up as I want…"
He paused and giggled for a moment as Tony glowered at him. "Oh yeah, gonna have a big ol' party…gonna have all my friends over, all the ones you hate…gonna tell 'em about how I came in one day an' saw you jackin' off to a vid of two dudes fuckin'—didn't know that, didja? Well now everyone's gonna know…"
Again, he giggled—for the last time in his life.
If he'd been less stoned, less drunk, he might have noticed the way Tony's face contorted with rage, the way the powerful older man's eyes glittered and his thick muscles tensed. But Billy wasn't looking; he was too busy pawing at his phone, trying (and failing) to type an incoherent text to the girl he'd fucked earlier that evening.
He barely noticed the thud of Tony's boots, but the jingling sound struck him, and he turned. Tony wore a gold chain and medallion—the only things of any real value he owned; they'd been a wedding gift from Billy's mother. The chain wasn't heavy—she couldn't afford the big thick links he'd wanted—but the medallion was a thing of wonder; she'd spent a large part of Billy's college savings on having it custom-made to Tony's design. After all, she was marrying someone with a stable job who'd surely help her son when the time came.
Tony loved the medallion. From a disk two and a half inches in diameter rose a lion's face, all of it in solid gold—the blue-collar stud, born in early August, was a Leo. The eyes and the fangs of the beast were platinum and gave it a ferocious look.
The whole thing usually rested snugly on Tony's chest, nestled in his thick fur, but when he moved suddenly or violently, it bounced around, the heavy medallion making a jingling sound as it rattled along its chain. It was this that drew Billy's attention—but not quite fast enough. All the adolescent punk saw was a blur; his eyes never had the chance to resolve it into Tony's fist, rocketing straight for his face.
There just the blast of pain on his jaw and Tony's fury-filled voice, "You piece a' fuckin' shit!"
The sucker-punch to his jaw knocked Billy across the entryway; he staggered into the wall, stumbling with such force that his shoulder dislodged a chunk of plaster. Stunned, the teen fell to his knees. He braced himself against the wall as Tony loomed over him.
"You goddam faggot," Billy muttered, rubbing his split lower lip, "Gonna call 911 on yer ass…" He reached out for his phone, lying on the floor a few feet away.
"Naw you ain't," Tony jeered. Before Billy could grasp the phone, Tony casually put his boot down on it. He grinned at Billy, then ground the thick treaded heel onto the phone, obviously relishing the cracking sound as he crushed the screen.
"Goddam it!" Billy squawked, "Do you know what that cost?" He seemed to be angrier about the damage to his phone than the damage to his face.
Billy's hair wasn't overly long, but it was long enough for Tony to bend down and grab a hank of it. "Better'n you, ya whinin' little leech; you ain't earned a dollar in yer useless life. Now get the fuck up!" He jerked Billy's hair upwards, forcing the adolescent punk up off his knees to avoid injuring his scalp.
Billy's hands instantly went up to Tony's fingers, trying to pry them out of his hair. "Lemme go!" he demanded petulantly.
"Shaddap," Tony snarled and gutpunched the teen, his piston-like fist sinking deep into to the kid's flat, smooth belly. "HOOG!" Billy cried, doubling over; he would have fallen to his knees again had Tony not been holding him up by the hair.
The hardbodied older man, sweating slightly from his exertions, towered over the moaning smart-ass punk. "Boy, yer ma never taught ya no discipline. I'm gonna teach ya respect the hard way—an' I guaran-fuckin'-tee you ain't gonna forget."
Whatever Billy may have thought of this proposition went unexpressed; the youth was jerking and gasping ineffectually, still trying to get his breath back. He couldn't ignore the painfully forceful yanking on his scalp, though, as Tony dragged him relentlessly toward the stairs.
The house was old—almost a century—and had been built in what was originally a working-class neighborhood that had never risen in value. It wasn't just run-down; it some areas it was almost ineptly small. The staircase was steep and narrow, the wood risers creaking and splintered.
Billy found that being dragged upstairs practically on his hands and knees was a painful experience. He had no idea that in just a few minutes he'd be in such agony that this discomfort would seem like a mother's caress.
"Let…let…lemme go!" he gasped out just as they reached the top landing. Directly across from it the door to the master bedroom stood open. Tony jerked Billy around in front of him, towards the gaping rectangle of darkness.
"Shut the fuck up, asswipe," he snarled. Planting his big black boot against the boy's ass, he shoved hard, sending Billy flying blindly into the darkened bedroom. The teen clipped the corner of the dresser with his hip. His cry of pain was cut short by a loud crash as he slammed into the closet door and slumped, dazed, to the floor.
He could barely comprehend what was happening, but he knew that his stepfather had assaulted him. Despite the intense physical pain and the sudden fright of the unexpected attack, there was a hard kernel of joy in Billy's shallow, arrogant mind: he had the fucker right where he wanted him. He was gonna get the fag put away for a long, long time.
The idea that he might not survive to do so hadn't occurred to him yet, but it was about to.
It was to dark to see more than a hulking. moving silhouette outlined in the doorway, but Billy knew Tony was coming for him. The rank odor of mansweat, cologne and adrenaline increased, Tony's sheer proximity taking Billy by surprise. Before his startled cry could escape his windpipe, though, his air was completely cut off. Tony's hand had clamped down on his throat like a vice and now the muscled Latino was dead-lifting the kid off the ground.
Billy suddenly found himself dangling in midair, the toes of his DCs jerking helplessly inches off the floor. This was a new kind of pain; his entire body weight was hanging off his neck and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't inhale.
The ginger punk began to panic, clawing at Tony's hands as his legs kicked violently. He still couldn't see much in the darkness, but there was a flash of light that danced and glittered at his eye level. His pulse pounding deafeningly in his ears, Billy instinctively reach for the light. His fingers, bent into rigid hooks, soon snagged it—it was Tony's medallion.
In his frantic thrashing, Billy ripped it—and a few curly chest hairs—away from Tony's chest.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!" Tony roared. Tensing his powerful arm like a slingshot, he hurled Billy across the room at random.
The kid hit the partially-open bedroom door, slamming it shut hard enough to jam it into its frame. When he fell to the floor this time, he didn't rise—he was out cold.
Tony, in the meantime, had crossed the room and flipped the light switch. A bedside lamp and a floor lamp in the opposite corner came on simultaneously. Cursing, Tony scouted the floor for a few moments before giving a grunt of satisfaction as he noticed the medallion halfway under the dresser. He picked it up and pocketed it.
Now that the important matter had been dealt with, he turned his attention back to his stepson. Tony was violent and ignorant, but he wasn't stupid; he knew as well as Billy did what would happen if he let the little shit out of this room alive.
And since that was the case, and he'd always wanted to ram his huge shaft up the swaggering teen's tight asshole, why not have a little fun? Especially since he could show the fuckwad exactly what he'd always thought of him.
Now that all bets were off, he could show the little sack of shit just how badly he wanted to fuck him—and fuck him up. He strolled casually to the bed and began to strip the covering off.
Billy moaned and stirred, coming slowly and painfully back to consciousness. He was lying in a heap on the floor; when he first opened his eyes, they were at floor level. All he could see of Tony was the older man's boots as he walked around the bed. The teen's lithe body was claiming his attention, though; even though nothing was broken, he was hurting badly. His smooth, silky skin had sprouted ugly purple bruises and his back and sides ached horribly where he'd impacted the doors.
Suddenly, Billy blinked. He'd been so focused on his own physical discomfort, he'd stopped paying attention to Tony—he never noticed his stepfather approaching him. But now his field of vision was completely filled with the muscle-bound Latino's boots. The thick treaded soles, still stained with dried mud, the black leather tightly cinched to the blue-collar stud's powerful legs by the heavy-duty tan nylon laces…
Billy rolled onto his back and looked up at Tony towering over him. For the first time, the arrogant teenager felt a sense of fear. Above the boots, Tony's tight jeans only emphasized the power of his bulging legs. And above his waist, circled by a black utility belt of webbed nylon the older man's ripped abs and massive, fur-covered pecs amply demonstrated what the tight jeans only hinted at—Tony's phenomenal physical strength. If Tony really wanted to fuck him up, Billy realized, there was little he could do about it.
And at that moment their eyes met and Tony gave his helpless stepson a grin so full of malicious intent that Billy's blood ran cold.
"I'm gonna hafta teach ya respect, boy. Yer gonna learn to respect me, hear?" the powerfully-built man chuckled, "Dumb-ass motherfucker, I gotta break ya like an animal to make ya learn. Best way to do that is pain."
Before Billy could react, Tony lifted his leg and stomped on the boy's abdomen, his huge Timberland boot grinding its treaded sole deep into Billy's soft flat belly, driving his stomach up into his diaphragm. The boy cried out, an inarticulate wail of pain as the air was brutally forced from his lungs; instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Tony's relentless boots. His hands clenched the smooth black leather tightly as he tried to shift the crushing footgear.
"Get yer fuckin' hands off my boot, goddam it!" Tony barked out. Quickly, he jerked his foot back, then gave Billy a swift, vicious kick. The sadistically angry older man grinned with pleasure at the faint cracking sound caused by the impact of his steel toe with the teen's flank.
Billy was still trying to inhale; he wasn't able to scream as both floating ribs on his right side—and the first false rib above them—snapped cleanly in two. The pain was horrible, but aside from minor tissue damage as the jagged broken ends of the bones dug into his tissues, the young punk hadn't suffered any serious damage.
Tony was surprised at how erotic the sound of breaking bones was. It was almost good as the visual of the cocky adolescent suffering. His dick pressed against his tight jeans, resentful that it couldn't expand to its full glory—not a situation Tony would endure long. He unzipped his fly and let his enormous tube of manmeat flop out. It was already dripping.
And a single bead of transparent precum dripped on Billy's smooth chest. The writhing teen delinquent hadn't seen what was going on—his face was contorted into an agonized grimace, his eye tightly closed—but despite the trauma of three broken ribs, he still was able to feel the hot splash of manjuice on his tender skin and opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes even wider when he saw Tony's erect, oozing cock.
Billy wasn't gay. The thought of two men having sex sickened him. On the rare occasions he'd been in school, he was notorious on the campus for bullying (and sometimes downright assaulting) any other dude he even thought was homosexual. His discovery of Tony's secret had been the final tipping point for his decision to leave home.
But now here he was, battered and at a severe disadvantage—he refused to recognize himself as helpless—and trapped in a room with a faggot.
A powerful faggot. One who had the physical strength to make the obnoxious teen his bitch.
Looking down at his victim, Tony saw fear in Billy's face for the first time, and that sealed the deal. That was what he needed—to dominate the little shit, to put the fear of Tony into him.
And to fuck the shit outta him while doing it. He grabbed his massive rod, brandishing it like a club.
"Guess where this is goin', asswipe," he chuckled, grinning malevolently, "An' there ain't a damn thing yer gonna be able to do about it."
He kicked Billy again, quick, sharp, short; a vicious impact on the kid's hip that split the skin. "AAH!!" the punk yelled. He wasn't able to yell again; raising his boot high so that Billy could admire it for the brief moment it was held over him, Tony stomped him again. This time he went for the sternum, slamming his heel into Bill's solar plexus.
The kid was totally unaware of anything that happened in the next two and a half minutes; he was too busy trying to breathe—and not doing it well. By the time he was in enough control of his nervous system to inhale with some semblance of regularity, Tony was leaning against the dresser, smoking a cigarette and stroking his thick, swollen member.
The older man leered at the gasping, traumatized youth. "Get up, asswipe," he commanded.
"F-fuck you," Billy spat out. Tony darted across the room and before Billy even realized what was happening, the muscle-bound stud kicked his stepson in the face. His steel-toed boot hit Billy's face like a speeding truck, cracking the jawbone and knocking out three teeth.
The teen's agonized howl reverberated down Tony's dick; this was his first real chance to explore his attraction to sadism—and it felt hot as fuck.
"Keep talkin' back, fucker," the hulking Latino moaned, his sexual arousal clearly audible in his voice. "Gimme a reason to hurt you, cunt…"
Even though his slim teen body was wracked with pain, Billy heard—and, on some instinctive level beneath conscious thought, understood—Tony's husky, erotic tone. He knew what he had to do.
In spite of the pain, he had to obey. Because if he didn't, things would get much, much worse.
Slowly, stiffly, the kid rolled over and began the harrowing process of bracing himself on the wall and rising first to his knees, then, finally, to his feet.
"Strip," Tony said, staring coldly into the boy's tear- and blood-streaked face. Billy damn sure didn't want to strip, but he couldn't say anything about it even if he dared; it simply hurt too much to open his mouth. He pulled off his Pokémon shirt, his tight, smooth chest shuddering with suppressed sobs. His belt, which had been hidden under the shirt, glittered in the light. It was something he'd picked up in a retro store, advertised as "genuine 80's punk rock"—lengths of ten-millimeter marine chain in a bundle, bound together with thick leather thongs at regular intervals along its length.
Fuckin' jackass thought he was a trend-setter. Tony smirked contemptuously. "Yeah, motherfucker, that's it," he chuckled as he fondled his manmeat and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into Billy's face. "Show daddy what ya got. Get them jeans off; I wanna see ye sweet ass."
Billy hesitated. He couldn't do this. It didn't matter how bad he got beat—he wasn't gonna take a dick up his ass, especially not this motherfucker's.
"Do it, you sack a' shit, or I'll make ya do it. Fuckin' strip, I said. Now." Tony wasn't smiling any more, and the gleam of merriment in his eyes was somehow more terrifying—because less sane—than the openly mocking humor in his earlier manner.
The teen was shuddering in pain and fear; his hands trembled so badly he could barely undo his belt even though it was merely looped into a loose granny knot. His smooth skin was slick with cold, nervous sweat. His adolescent adrenal system had so overloaded his body with hormones that they oozed out of his pores; the atmosphere was heady with his youthful pheromones as his shaking fingers managed to unfasten the belt. As he unbuttoned the waistband and started lowering the zipper, Billy was brought up short by Tony.
"Hold up, bitch. Yer belt—I want it. Toss it to me."
Billy obeyed, submitting to his stepfather's commands in a dazed manner. Tony caught the belt, then tossed it onto the stripped-down bed. "Ok, bitch, keep strippin'. C'mon, cunt, strip an' I'm gonna make ya daddy's bitch."
Quivering in revulsion and horror, the humbled youth paused to kick off his Court Graffiks, leaving his black no-show ped socks covering his feet as tears coursed down his cheek. His jeans dropped to the floor, showing that the little punk was commando. His uncut teen cock was impressively long and thick for being completely soft.
Billy's chest and his hip ached badly and the swollen throbbing of his mouth and jaw were almost unbearable, but they paled in comparison to what he expected was going to happen next. He had no idea how bad it was going to get, though—but Tony did.
"Get on the bed, boy."
Those five words struck a chill in Billy's heart. To the oversexed adolescent, they were more terrifying than threats of beating—even in his stunned and dazed state, he knew what it meant.
He was gonna get ass-raped. The leering grin on Tony's swarthy, masculine face confirmed it. The teen's naturally rebellious nature, confronted with this horrifying prospect, rose up on its hind legs.
"Fuck you, ya faggot!" he screamed, his fear overpowering the searing sensation of opening his mouth.
The grin vanished from the muscle-bound Latino's face; if Tony' command had chilled Billy's blood, the expression on the blue-collar stud's face froze it solid. Not solid enough, though, to prevent the kid's sudden dash for the door.
The boy was good. He'd never gone out for sports, but his slim firm body was strong with the power of youth—and of fear. Before Tony had realized what was happening, Billy had managed not only to reach the bedroom door, but to get it open.
Billy's heart lurched in terror as he heard the loud thump of Tony's boots hitting the floor behind him. He realized that his only chance was to make it out of the house; unless he jumped through a window, his only way to do that was to get downstairs. He bolted for the landing.
He almost made it. He'd actually reached the top step when Tony tackled him full-body, slamming him into the wall hard enough to punch through the plaster and break the lathes behind…
…and the next thing Billy was aware of was that he was stretched out on the bed. He didn't remember how he got there, but he remembered everything else, and he knew what it meant.
He'd lost. It took all his willpower to open his eyes; he already knew Tony would be standing there next to him. He didn't want to look at his brutal stepfather's face—and as it happened, he didn't have to.
As his lids fluttered open, the first thing he saw was Tony's massive cock, hanging lividly directly over his face. It was so close he could see every pulsing vein wrapped around the engorged shaft of manmeat.
"Hey there, fuckmeat," Tony chortled, "Ya like it, dontcha? Take a good long look, ya little shit, before I stick it up yer ass."
The enormous shaft was so close, Billy didn't have the option not to look. As he watched, the huge, intimidating shaft of rigid manmeat began to ooze. As a sexually active adolescent, the punk knew exactly what precum was—and what caused it.
It disgusted and nauseated him, but there was nothing he could do. The kid had simply too badly beaten, was in too much pain to fight anymore. "Just fuckin' do it, man…" he whispered, his fractured jaw making every word agony, "Just…please…don't hurt me no more…"
Tony's loud, cruel guffaw echoed off the walls. "Don't hurt you?" he jeered incredulously. "It's hurtin' you that gets me off, ya dumbass motherfucker!" He mounted the bed and forcefully pried Billy's smooth, firm legs apart, manhandling them up to his shoulders. Reaching down and grabbing his cock like some huge caveman's club, the older man fondled Billy's ass with his free hand.
He bent over the prone, helpless teen and whispered, "An' if you ain't had no dick up there, boy, this is gonna hurt worse than you can imagine."
This close, Billy had more than a closeup of Tony's hard, masculine face—he could smell the muscle-bound sicko, a musky mix of sweat, testosterone, and cheap cologne that gave the blue-collar stud his own unique manscent. Billy had smelled it often before—albeit without its current heavy load of pheromones—and had always been somehow revolted by it. Now, though, it was taking on new associations. For the rest of his life, that particular scent would inspire terror.
It was a good news/bad news scenario for the once-cocky teen punk: the bad news was that he'd be forced to endure that odor for the rest of his life—but the good news was that he'd only be forced to endure it for about another half-hour or so.
And he'd have other things to complain about long before the end of that period of time.
Like assrape. Tony wasted no time; Billy felt an increasing on his fuckhole—then Tony shoved, hard and long and Billy screamed, hard and long.
He wasn't being raped; he was being stabbed. The pain was so excruciating that Billy couldn't believe it was being inflicted by something as blunt as a penis—he had no doubt that Tony had rammed a butcher's knife into his ass.
For Tony, the feeling was bliss. He'd wanted to dominate this obnoxious teenaged piece of shit ever since he met him, and now that he had his dick sunk balls-deep into the punk's guts, he was gonna torture the kid until he unloaded inside him.
But these houses were cheaply built and close together; Billy was making far too much noise. "Shaddap and take it, motherfucker," he barked and popped the boy on the jaw again. The fracture gave way and Billy was suddenly pulled between two poles of suffering—the horrific sensation of tearing tissue as his ass was impaled and the slicing torment of the broken ends of bones grinding together in his jaw.
The teen had the wiry strength of youth, but the physical and mental trauma was starting to overload him. He was cold, very cold, and things were going gray. There was a loud buzzing in his ears; he reached out, instinctively, for some kind of support as he desperately tried to maintain consciousness.
And that was how Billy ended up tightly clutching Tony's hairy, muscular arms as his stepfather brutally fucked him. What little strength the suffering youth had left was put into keeping awake by keeping hold of Tony; Billy somehow had a subconscious awareness that if he went out now, he'd never wake up.
It was a bad choice; it turned out that staying awake was much, much worse.
"Goddam, yer gettin' loose," his furry, sweat-slick stepfather grunted, pumping his long manmeat up the kid's ass rhythmically, "Thought you were a virgin—you been gettin' banged by the whole fuckin' football team? Haw!"
Billy's face, contorted with agony and wet with tears, was still responsive to other feelings; even as he suffered, the hint of being gay stoked enough of a spark of anger to make him flush. It was what Tony did next that made the boy go pale.
"I know how ta make ya get all nice an' tight," Tony said with an evil smirk, and brandished Billy's chain belt. The teen lay still, staring at it blankly; with everything he'd undergone, he'd forgotten about it. "Saw this online one time," Tony went on, "An' I always wanted to try it. On you, motherfucker."
For a brief moment, an image was seared into Billy's terrified mind—his hairy, muscular looming over him; that broad, fur-covered chest, the huge dark nipples hard and jutting with Tony's sadistic excitement, his swarthy face glowing with contemptuous lust, his dark eyes flashing, and his arm—oh, his thick, powerful arm raised and ready to strike—
It moved so fast that Billy didn't even see it; in fact, his first sensation after the impact was hearing it. The slap of metal on flesh was louder than his stepfather's ragged guttural breathing.
The older man had doubled the belt over, then swung it downwards; it had struck Billy's chest diagonally from upper left to lower right. Each individual link of the multiple chains hit the punk's smooth, tender skin at high velocity. The immediate reaction was akin to shock but when the pain did register, even a broken jaw couldn't keep Billy from screaming.
"Aw fuck yeah!" Tony yelled, "Fuckin'-A, that's it! Felt that one all up an' down my dick, motherfucker!" He raised his arm again, his back lit image again striking terror into the helpless, tortured adolescent. "C'mon, ya smartass piece a' shit, let's hear ya mouth off now!"
This time Billy raised his right arm to ward off the blow. Again, it was a very bad idea—but the teenaged delinquent, who rarely had good ideas at his best—was suffering the impediment of broken bones and an enormous cock up his ass. Even as he swung his mighty arm down, Tony had seen the kid's defensive move and knew what would happen—the belt looped around Billy's arm, centripetal force accelerating it as it tore into his flesh. Before it could unwind itself, the sick sadist jerked the belt back.
Two distinctively separate sounds reverberated off the walls like gunshots. The first was the sharp cracking noise of Billy's right forearm bones snapping simultaneously. The second was more of a moist crackling pop as his shoulder dislocated.
It was too much; it was overload—and it got worse. As Billy hoarsely screamed himself into a white haze of agony, Tony aimed another blow at the boy's heaving flank, oily with sweat. The chain belt hit the point where Billy's ribs had been broken, and the teen surrendered to the pain; almost gratefully fleeing consciousness despite his fear of never coming to again.
He needn't have worried. Tony was enraged that he'd lost his prey, but not enough to snuff it while it was out. The little asshole hadn't suffered anywhere near enough yet. The buff older man simply wrapped the belt around the limp teen's neck and continued to rape the kid's ass. He was bound to wake up sooner or later.
It took the fucker a few minutes crawl his way back to excruciating consciousness. The moment he saw the punk's long dark eyelashes begin to flutter, Tony pulled the belt tight. Not enough to cut off Billy's air; just enough to let the asswipe know that the fun wasn't over yet.
Billy, utterly engulfed in agony, had stopped trying to fight back. The horrific pain of being kicked, beaten, and chain-whipped had broken his spirit, just as Tony had intended. The nightmarish torture of assrape and multiple broken bones had left the teen, if not in shock, then very close to it. The ginger punk's eyes were open, but nothing was registering. His perspiration-soaked skin was gray and clammy and his pulse was becoming slow and faint.
Problem was, his fuckhole was becoming slack—but that was why Tony had put the belt around the kid's neck. One sharp tug could help fix all that.
Tony did more than tug it.
Billy's eyes opened wide as the chain links burrowed into his flesh; the pressure was forcing skin out within the spaces, deeply embedding the pattern of the links into his neck. Keeping his swollen shaft buried in the teen's rectum, Tony pulled slowly on the ends of the belt, incrementally tightening it around Billy's throat. A look of panic was stamped on the boy's face as he gave a loud wheeze and felt his windpipe cinch shut.
Tony smiled down at Billy. "Yer gonna die harder than yer mom did when I offed her. Course, I just wasted her for the money—stupid cunt was dumb enough to put on the life insurance. You, now—this is different. I wanna see you suffer, asshole. I wanna watch you choke to death with my cock up yer ass,–ya feel me, motherfucker? Naw? How 'bout this?"
With that, the muscle-bound Latino jerked the belt, hard. His biceps bulged from the effort, dark veins rising to the surface as Tony exerted his strength to inflict the torture he knew the obnoxious, cocky teenager so badly deserved.
Billy's face wasn't pale any longer; it was dusky blue and darkening quickly. His livid eyes already seemed to bulge from his face. The youth squirmed frantically, his smooth, lithe body writhing on a film of sweat beneath the powerful weight of his stepfather. His firm thighs clenched against the older man's legs, his feet kicking and his toes curling in his black socks.
"Whaddaya think, fuckwad? Gonna wipe out yer whole goddam family. Ain't none of ya worth shit. Hell, I gotta snuff yer worthless ass just to get ya to milk a load outta my dick. But hey, fucker, yer gettin' hard too—prob'ly gonna spunk yerself, boy, so don't say I never gave ya nothin'! Haw!"
Billy knew he had an erection; he could feel it—he could feel everything. His collapsing esophagus, his violated and abused colon, the glassy pain of jagged bone ends grinding together, yes oh holy fuck even as his lungs burned and his racing heartbeat echoed in his skull he could still feel all of it and somehow the worst was the fiery pain of his unnaturally swollen and throbbing cock and his seething balls.
The teen's face was black and taut, distorting his appearance; even his red-gold hair was dark with cold deathsweat that was being squeezed out of his slim youthful body. As the pressure in his head increased, blood vessels began to burst in Billy's eyes, leaving large black voids in his field of vision, like negative explosions. He could vaguely feel that something was wrong with his mouth but he had no way of knowing how his broken jaw had given way to his relentlessly swelling tongue. It protruded grotesquely, while his cheeks were smeared with foamy drool that ran from his mouth.
In his last moments, Billy reached out to his stepfather. His right arm was too damaged to move, but he raised his left, and placed it on Tony's chest. For a moment, the boy's hand remained flat, nestled in the stud's wiry fur—then suddenly, it curled and jerked sideways.
Tony hadn't been expecting it. Maybe Billy hadn't either; he was so close to the line between life and brain death that deliberate movement was—unlikely. One way or another, the dying teen punk had clenched his hand and clawed not only at Tony's chest hair, but at his nipple.
The swarthy blue-collar alpha roared in anger. His movement was swift and sure; it looked like a practiced kill strike even though Tony had never done this before.
Passing both ends of the belt to his left hand and jerking up with it, the powerful sadist balled his right hand into a fist and plowed it into Billy's face as hard as he could. The boy's head snapped back as his neck was jerked forward; there was a loud gristly wrenching sound as his cranium was violently separated from his spine.
Teenaged boymeat, full of hormones and already forcibly erect from asphyxia and intense prostate massage, suddenly experienced a profound shock to the central nervous system—the result was only natural. Billy's firm, lean body went rigid, his legs wrapped tightly around Tony's waist and the shredded remains of his sphincter tightening around the base of his stepfather's cock. Suddenly, he exploded into a single violent spasm, his engorged tool spewing a solid stream of boycum all over his own and Tony's chest.
At the same time, the strong muscles of his rectum, flowing rhythmically in the teen's death throes, massaged the full length of Tony's huge rod. With a loud grunt, the older man unloaded in the kid's ass, hosing out his guts with manseed. For several minutes, they clung together, bodies entwined and shuddering in orgasm and death.
Tony had time; it wasn't like anyone was looking for the little piece a' shit. Once he pulled out of the still-quivering boymeat, he strolled out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom, taking some time to leisurely clean his cum-smeared dick and stuff it back into his jeans. Then he went back into the bedroom and pulled a plain white cotton t-shirt out of the dresser and slipped it on.
He glanced around the room for a moment. Nothing here he really needed. He'd hoped to make some extra money from selling the house, but fuck it, now. The two mil was good enough. He could buy anything he needed, and there damn sure wasn't anything sentimental about this place. He'd just burn it the fuck down.
But first he turned back to Billy. The seventeen-year-old's corpse was on its back, legs and left arm splayed. The right arm was lying twisted at an unnatural angle. The punk's smooth, firm chest and flat belly were covered with a thick glaze of the kid's own semen; it had even splashed into his contorted, damaged face which had faded from black to cyanic blue.
Tony approached the bed, noting how the corpse's feet kept twitching in their black ped socks. He reached up and grabbed the belt, sunk horrifyingly deep into the boy's throat; using it as a handle, he dragged Billy's body off the bed. It hit the floor with a loud, boneless thump, not that Tony noticed, or would have cared.
He cared even less about what he was doing to the corpse as he dragged it downstairs and out to the bed of his pickup. He bent down and picked it up, cradling the dead teen in his arms in what could have been mistaken for a tender moment—then tossed Billy's carcass into the back of the truck like a side of beef.
Tony walked back into the house, the thudding of his heavy Timberland boots echoing in the empty house, checking to make sure he'd left nothing of any value behind—not that there was any need to worry; everything worth anything had already been sold, hocked, or traded for quick surreptitious sex.
House wasn't worth much anyway, he knew, it was run down and needed serious repairs, so losing it wasn't much of a financial loss in any case. Tony had already located four bottles of lighter fluid in a cabinet over the fridge—the broad had smoked like a coal furnace and Billy liked to pretend he was a man by smoking Swisher Sweets—and it took him no more than twenty minutes to saturate what he considered to be the most flammable parts of the house with the fluid. He made sure to open the windows partially to allow for oxygen, but to close the curtains and blinds. It was four in the morning by this time, and it was unlikely that any of the neighbors would be up, but Tony was feeling vindictive and wanted to make sure that the place was beyond saving before anyone noticed.
He lit the flame in the back hallway on the ground floor before heading out. He locked the front door behind him.
Easing his truck quietly out onto the street, he waited until he turned onto the next block before switching his headlights on. Once he did, he headed straight for the high school, driving carefully, and under the speed limit. He had no intention of getting pulled over now.
The high school had security cameras; Tony already knew about them because Billy had been caught vandalizing the place. The stupid shit had practically circled the school; as Tony saw when the principal had shown him the video—and as a result, he knew where they didn't cover—like the sign out front.
Tony didn't pull into the parking lot; it abounded in cameras. He just pulled over to the side of the road right by the sign—a simple double-sided backlit marquee with the legend "San Clemente Senior High Cougars" at the top and letters posted on the marquee spelling out a message that the following Friday was an in-service day.
It was all very ordinary, and it made Tony sick. He didn't know why, but the thought of making a public display seemed to get him buzzed. He got out of the truck and, going to the rear, opened the bed and dragged Billy's corpse out. He let it hit the ground with his usual disdain, smirking as it crunched lifelessly into the gravel; as it did, Tony noticed it had lost its left sock somewhere along the line.
"Truant officer's been askin' 'bout ya lately, boy," he whispered, a sick, psychotic gleam in his dark eyes, "Wants to know where ya been, whatcha been doin'. So I thinks, why not show him what ya been up to, fucker? Huh? Yeah? C'mon, boy, it's time you got back to school."
Tony hoisted Billy up over his shoulder and carried him up the slope from the road. The corpse was stopped quivering by now and was starting to cool, but was still limp and malleable. Tony had no problems draping it over the sign in such a position that Billy's gaping asshole, still leaking cum, was visible from the drive to the main entrance.
"There ya go," he said, his voice velvety with satisfaction, "Now everyone can see ya finally got what was cummin' to ya."
He strolled back down the hill to his truck, then kept going out of town in the same direction he was already facing. He wanted to reach his new address before noon. He hadn't spent much time there, so he didn't know the town well, but Corrington didn't seem like it'd take long to learn. In fact, Tony doubted that Rigler County had much to offer in the way of entertainment. He'd have to see what he could stir up…
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A Star is born! Another page turner from M3M – and a new hero in Tony.
Now that's what I've been fucking waiting for! A hot-assed young'n'dumb straight boy suffering and dying at the end of some gay stud's dick.
They may be harder to lure in, but so much more fun to ride. I fucking love it. Hot as shit as always!


This working paper is the product of brainstorming session at a workshop on "Migration, Urbanization, and Climate Change" at the Institute of Behavioral Science, University of Colorado Boulder, USA. The paper demonstrates how environmental migration data might be collected and analyzed in order to better understand this phenomenon. The authors consider in depth the various data and methods used to quantitatively measure the phenomenon and include four national case studies (Burkina Faso, the United States, Bangladesh, and South Africa) as examples of each main method in practice.


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OMB hearing related to 374 Martha St. application adjourned until Feb. 21, 2017
Posted on Thursday March 17, 2016
Burlington, Ont. – March 17, 2016—The Ontario Municipal Board hearing regarding the application for a 26-storey condominium proposed to be developed at 374 Martha St. has been adjourned until Feb. 21, 2017 at 10 a.m.
The date for the adjournment was set at an OMB hearing held on March 16 at 10 a.m. A revised application for the proposed development at 374 Martha St. will be submitted to the City of Burlington and is expected to go before Council in the fall of 2016.
In 2014, Adi Developments submitted an application to the City of Burlington for a 28-storey condominium to be developed on a .136 hectare parcel of land at 374 Martha St. Adi Developments launched the OMB appeal in March 2015. In February 2016, the developer amended its application to 26 storeys.
At the OMB hearing on March 14, the developer told the OMB it has bought the property at 380 Martha St., and will include that property in its condominium development application. The city's legal team asked for an opportunity to receive instruction from Burlington City Council.
On March 15, the City of Burlington informed the Chair of the OMB that the city would not oppose the developer's request for an adjournment.
On Wednesday, March 16 at 10 a.m., the OMB hearing resumed to formally accept the adjournment and establish a timeline for the process related to the appeals before the board.
Communications contact:
Sharon Will
Communications Advisor
Office: 905-335-7600, ext. 7483
email: sharon.will@burlington.ca
James Ridge
email: james.ridge@burlington.ca

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Divorce is almost always a complex and emotional undertaking, but when there is a lot at stake financially, an additional layer of stress is often added to the proceedings. In high asset divorces, it is especially important to hire an experienced lawyer who will be able to asset you in liquidating shared assets and paying off joint debts. While this process may be complicated, it is likely to save money and bring you peace of mind down the road. Keep reading to learn more, and contact our skilled Henderson divorce attorneys at Ford & Friedman for representation today.
The role of asset liquidation in a divorce is to strengthen your credit and secure your financial future. Consider it like the closing of a business, in which losses are compensated for by selling off as much property and merchandise as possible before the owners close up shop. In a high asset divorce, couples can mitigate losses in a similar way, liquidating assets for cash that can then be split down the middle. This will not only save you time in protracted court battles, but may ensure you receive compensation for assets you might have completely lost otherwise.
For instance, you may be able to sell off an asset and use the proceeds to pay off debt. Many couples liquidate assets like joint mortgages, accounts, and auto loans for this reason. Some couples may also share businesses assets together, which, per our analogy earlier, may also be liquidated to offset overall losses. Joint credit cards, however, cannot be liquidated, and are extremely important to close following a divorce, lest you end up liable for your former spouse's purchases.
The chief benefit of liquidating assets may be that it can save you a lot of responsibility in the long-run. For instance, if the judge in your divorce case awards an account to your ex-husband or ex-wife and they do not maintain payments, this will reflect poorly on your credit. Another benefit of liquidating assets is that it can save you from further legal action. While a creditor can bring a lawsuit against you and your ex for various debts, liquidating certain assets could save you from being sued.
What if I Choose Not to Liquidate Assets I Shared with My Spouse?
Some couples may choose to divide assets they share with a former partner rather than liquidate them. This is fairly common if there are ongoing business concerns or other financial ventures involved. It is all the more important to have an excellent lawyer should you choose to go this route, as failing to divide assets properly could lead to lawsuits and credit issues, per what we covered earlier.
At Ford & Friedman, our attorneys know firsthand how difficult it can be to resolve issues in a high net worth divorce. That's why we provide legal assistance for everything from asset liquidation to forensic accounting to child support determinations. Divorce is hard enough without an attorney who will fight for what you deserve. Call Ford & Friedman today to protect your assets and your future.
To schedule a consultation, call (702) 904-9898, or contact us online.


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Stemirac Injections: A Regenerative Treatment for Spinal Cord Injury Patients, Approved for the First Time in the World! A Ray of Hope for Patients All Over the World!
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This Amazing Cutting-Edge Technology Allows You to Pass Ticket Gates With Facial Recognition! Osaka Metro's Next-Generation Ticket Gates
Beat the Heat With a Wearable Air Conditioner! A Look at Sony's REON POCKET 3, and 3 Useful Products From Workman and More
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5G - This 5th Generation Mobile Communication System Will Change Lives. A Dream-Like Future With Autonomous Driving and Tele-Medicine Will Soon Be Reality
The Long-Awaited Announcement of the Name of Japan's New Era by the Chief Cabinet Secretary Suga Yoshihide! What Are Japan's Era Names? What Does the New Era Name "Reiwa" Mean?
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Why Does a Japanese Sauna Help You Get Fit? Learn About the Activities of the Japan Association of Sauna, Which Investigates the Effects of Sauna on the Body, and How to Use a Sauna Effectively!
Excitement All Across Japan! the Announcement of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics! The Olympics Will Be Held in the Same City Twice, a First for Asia!
Is Japan the Wealthiest Country in the World? Japan Ranks First Among the Countries With the Most "Net Foreign Assets".
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【HTBニュース】世界初!脊髄損傷患者の"神経"再生治療法
Revolutionary Regenerative Therapy for Spinal Cord Injury Patients
The video we're introducing this time is a news video released by "HTB News," titled, "[HTB News] World's First! Nerve Regenerative Therapy for Spinal Cord Injury Patients." It details a therapy approved by the Ministry of Health, Labor, and Welfare for the first time, as a regenerative treatment method for spinal cord injury patients.
In 2018, the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare approved the regenerative Stemirac injections, jointly developed by Sapporo Medical University and Nipro.
This regenerative treatment method extracts mesenchymal stem cells from the bone marrow fluid of spinal cord injury patients and cultures them into approximately 100 million cells.
By injecting it into a vein by infusion, nerves in the damaged spinal cord are regenerated.
In this clinical trial conducted at Sapporo Medical University, 12 of 13 patients had functional recovery.
As a condition of approval, efficacy and safety checks must continue to be performed for the next seven years.
A Look at Stemirac Injections
Source :YouTube screenshot
The approved Stemirac injection is the product name of the kit used for the treatment of spinal cord injury, and the generic name is "human (autologous) bone marrow-derived mesenchymal stem cells."
This regenerative therapy was approved in December 2018, subject to conditions and deadlines.
Mesenchymal stem cells, which have been shown to differentiate into nerves and blood vessels, are collected from patients with bone marrow injuries and cultured to 10,000-fold over a period of about two weeks.
The approximately 100 million cells administered intravenously over 30 minutes to an hour can improve neurological syndromes and dysfunction through angiogenesis, anti-inflammatory effects around the damaged spinal cord, and regeneration of spinal nerves.
You can see how it works in detail at 0:23 in the video.
This Stemirac Injection is the first product approved under Japan's revised regenerative medicine act.
Costs and Side Effects of Spinal Cord Injury Regenerative Therapy
Photo:Chest pain
Although they are developing groundbreaking regenerative therapy, the price of the therapy, as of February 26, 2019, is extremely expensive, costing around 14,957,755 yen (~$142,000 USD).
Side effects of the treatment include bleeding, wound infections and scars from bone marrow harvest surgery.
In addition, pulmonary infarction may occur due to administration of stem cell arteries.
What Happens in a Spinal Cord Injury?
Photo:Back pain
The spinal cord is a tunnel-like organ surrounded by the spine that passes through the spinal canal and is responsible for transmitting commands from the brain to the ends of the body, such as the hands and feet.
This spinal cord extends like a branch to the left and right, and from that position it is divided section by section into the cervical, thoracic, lumbar, and sacral spinal cord.
When the spinal cord is injured, there is no bi-directional transmission of commands from the damaged area to the neural circuits below.
This can lead to disorders such as motor paralysis, sensory paralysis, complete motor paralysis, autonomic neuropathy, dysuria, and complications when defecating.
Until now, the standard treatment for spinal cord injury has been to rehabilitate the injured nerve cells in order to alleviate the aftereffects of the injury, as regeneration is considered difficult.
In addition, it is estimated that 5,000 cases of spinal cord injury occur each year, and it is estimated that there are more than 100,000 patients in Japan.
Under such circumstances, the bone marrow injury regeneration therapy described in the video has become a beacon of hope for patients everywhere.
Although the enormous medical expenses are a bottleneck, this therapy can lead to solutions for paralysis and disabilities such as stroke and spinal cord injury.
Summary of Regenerative Therapy for Spinal Cord Injury Patients
The regenerative therapy shown in the video is a true testament to how far modern medicine has come. What'd you think?
Regenerative therapies have give hope to patients with spinal cord injuries.
It'll be interesting to see what the future of regenerative therapy has in store for us!
Last Updated : Sep. 15, 2020
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English Tours Now Available for the Imperial Palace, One of the Most Popular Tourist Destinations in Japan! Learn About Japanese Culture and History at This Historical Location!
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Q: wp_redirect on base wp-admin and login UPDATE: I've done some more research on my problem and have narrowed down the problem further. The question below has been very rewritten from the original.

I'm trying set up a plugin to redirect ALL page requests - front-end, admin, login, etc - to an additional code validation page (whether that's advisable or not is moot, it's what the client wants). Based on the functions, hooks, and filters I need to use, I've determined that the earliest possible hook I can tie the redirect function to is wp:
add_action('wp', 'cg_check_validation');
The function goes through some $_COOKIE and $_POST validation before eventually:
wp_redirect(add_query_arg('validate-access', 1, $_SERVER['REQUEST_URI']));
The following filter and action were set up to handle the redirection:
add_filter('query_vars', 'cg_redirect_query_vars');

function cg_redirect_query_vars($query_vars)
{
    $query_vars[] = 'validate-access';
    return $query_vars;
}

add_action('parse_request', 'cg_redirect_parse_request');

function cg_redirect_parse_request(&$wp)
{
    // if our custom access validation query var exists, load our custom plugin view
    // then exit the script
    if (array_key_exists('validate-access', $wp->query_vars)) {
        include(plugin_dir_path(__FILE__) . 'views/validate-access.php');
        exit();
    }
    return;
}

The redirect and code validation is working for ALMOST every page, however the login page and the base admin page (/wp-admin/) are not being redirected at all. What would be causing these pages to be exempt?
EDIT: Another update! The redirect is ONLY working on admin pages that have query strings. So, for example, the redirect works on wp-admin/edit.php?post_type=page, but not /wp-admin/edit-comments.php. Though having identified the problem, I'm no closer to solving it -- my best guess is that parse_request or query_vars isn't fired on pages without query strings?

A: Hooking to admin_init is what you want, for doing a redirect while inside admin.  So you'd need both - that one, and the hook to template_redirect for the front-end handler.

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What's wrong with allopathic medicine?
This is a huge question that I can't answer fully in the context of this post, but it's one that underlies the vast majority of questions I receive about the importance/validity/scientific basis/safety/etc. of a functional medicine approach.
In the context of emergencies an acute conditions (such as bacterial infections,) our medical system is powerful, advanced, and able to handle a number of otherwise fatal illnesses and injuries. I'm so grateful that I live in a country that provides me with access to these resources, and I believe you should be, too.
That being said, I believe that these approaches are often over-used. I find that many healthcare providers focus heavily on symptoms to the point where they overlook the underlying cause of said symptoms and/or do not have the training to uncover that root cause. This is the difference between allopathic medicine, which is symptom-focused, and functional medicine, which is cause-focused.
Functional medicine also integrates tools that are not part of the standard medical training, including the use of advanced diagnostic testing, pharmaceutical-grade herbs and supplements, as well as prescriptions for individualized nutrition programs.
So, there's nothing wrong with an allopathic medical tools when used in an appropriate context. The problem is that they often are not.
Doesn't 'Intuitive Eating' clash with modern nutrition science?
Many people express concerns over the fact that the principles of intuitive eating invite sweets, treats, and other types of perceivable "unhealthy" snacks into a person's diet. Despite the sensationalized headlines and extreme dietary approaches advertised on the internet, modern nutrition science has not actually found a causative relationship between the consumption of processed foods and mortality.
Among the known causes of death that have a nutritional/dietary factors as the primary influence, the vast majority are the result of nutrient deficiencies. Take cancer, for example: there is ZERO scientific evidence demonstrating that consuming sugar independently causes cancer in humans. There is, however, very clear research delineating how folic acid deficiency, vitamin D deficiency, and B12 deficiency (to name only a few) are each independently causative of DNA damage, leading to uncontrolled cell growth…AKA cancer. It's far more dangerous to eat too little than to eat too much, the latter of which has a very unclear definition.
It's also important to note that the principles of intuitive eating negate the importance of fresh, healthy food. Rather, they encourage its consumption! However, the dietitians who coined the phrase recognized that disordered eating behavior is far more detrimental to a person's physiology than an inadequate diet, not to mention that disordered eating behavior, more often than not, is the underlying cause of an inadequate diet.
In order to improve a person's health, a holistic perspective is necessary (see also: functional medicine.) If the underlying cause of an inadequate diet is disordered eating behavior, the behavior needs to be addressed. In the case of medically necessary dietary restrictions or alterations, the principles of intuitive eating can still be observed within the framework of the person's diet plan as prescribed by a licensed healthcare provider.
Intuitive eating is normal, healthy eating. Disordered eating is not. The problem is that most people aren't intuitive eaters, whether they include treats in their diets or not.


In 1820, John Walker started out in business with a single small shop, but he always had big ambitions. Just over a century later, John Walker & Sons was awarded a Royal Warrant by King George V. By then, Johnnie Walker was already well on its way to becoming the world's most popular Scotch Whisky. Becoming a supplier to the Royal Household was an important step on that journey. John Walker & Sons King George V commemorates the granting of the Royal Warrant on 1 January 1934.
It is created using only the finest whiskies from distilleries that were operating during George's twenty-five-year reign (1910 – 1936), some of which, like the famed Port Ellen, no longer exist. They are blended together to reflect the distinctive Johnnie Walker style of the era. It is an opulent and regal blend. Sensuous, layered and intense, the John Walker & Sons King George V is a kaleidoscope of flavors and aromas. Hints of roasted nuts, dark chocolate and an imposing sweet smokiness combine elegantly with suggestions of honey, citrus orange and rose petals. This is an extremely complex luxury whisky.
Love JW King George...it's a great scotch..
This is damn fine scotch. Well worth it if you have the coin.
First of all the price here is legendary. As for the scotch, it truly is worthy of royalty. Superior to blue label in every way. Very robust taste, perfect amount of peat, incredibly smooth, and a nice long finish.
Great quality, fast shipping. wonderful experience. a quality product, and a knowledgeable , professional staff.


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![buildah logo](https://cdn.rawgit.com/containers/buildah/main/logos/buildah-logo_large.png)

# Installation Instructions

## Installing packaged versions of buildah

### [Arch Linux](https://www.archlinux.org)

```bash
sudo pacman -S buildah
```

#### [CentOS](https://www.centos.org)

Buildah is available in the default Extras repos for CentOS 7 and in
the AppStream repo for CentOS 8 and Stream, however the available version often
lags the upstream release.

```bash
sudo yum -y install buildah
```

#### [Debian](https://debian.org)

The buildah package is available in
the [Bullseye](https://packages.debian.org/bullseye/buildah), which
is the current stable release (Debian 11), as well as Debian Unstable/Sid.

```bash
# Debian Stable/Bullseye or Unstable/Sid
sudo apt-get update
sudo apt-get -y install buildah
```

### [Fedora](https://www.fedoraproject.org)

```bash
sudo dnf -y install buildah
```

### [Fedora SilverBlue](https://silverblue.fedoraproject.org)

Installed by default

### [Fedora CoreOS](https://coreos.fedoraproject.org)

Not Available.  Must be installed via package layering.

rpm-ostree install buildah

Note: [`podman`](https://podman.io) build is available by default.

### [Gentoo](https://www.gentoo.org)
[app-containers/buildah](https://packages.gentoo.org/packages/app-containers/buildah)
```bash
sudo emerge app-containers/buildah
```

### [openSUSE](https://www.opensuse.org)

```bash
sudo zypper install buildah
```

### [openSUSE Kubic](https://kubic.opensuse.org)

transactional-update pkg in buildah

### [RHEL7](https://www.redhat.com/en/technologies/linux-platforms/enterprise-linux)

Subscribe, then enable Extras channel and install buildah.

```bash
sudo subscription-manager repos --enable=rhel-7-server-extras-rpms
sudo yum -y install buildah
```

#### [Raspberry Pi OS arm64 (beta)](https://downloads.raspberrypi.org/raspios_arm64/images/)

Raspberry Pi OS use the standard Debian's repositories,
so it is fully compatible with Debian's arm64 repository.
You can simply follow the [steps for Debian](#debian) to install buildah.

### [RHEL8 Beta](https://www.redhat.com/en/blog/powering-its-future-while-preserving-present-introducing-red-hat-enterprise-linux-8-beta?intcmp=701f2000001Cz6OAAS)

```bash
sudo yum module enable -y container-tools:1.0
sudo yum module install -y buildah
```

### [Ubuntu](https://www.ubuntu.com)

The buildah package is available in the official repositories for Ubuntu 20.10
and newer.

```bash
# Ubuntu 20.10 and newer
sudo apt-get -y update
sudo apt-get -y install buildah
```

# Building from scratch

## System Requirements

### Kernel Version Requirements
To run Buildah on Red Hat Enterprise Linux or CentOS, version 7.4 or higher is required.
On other Linux distributions Buildah requires a kernel version that supports the OverlayFS and/or fuse-overlayfs filesystem -- you'll need to consult your distribution's documentation to determine a minimum version number.

### runc Requirement

Buildah uses `runc` to run commands when `buildah run` is used, or when `buildah build`
encounters a `RUN` instruction, so you'll also need to build and install a compatible version of
[runc](https://github.com/opencontainers/runc) for Buildah to call for those cases.  If Buildah is installed
via a package manager such as yum, dnf or apt-get, runc will be installed as part of that process.

### CNI Requirement

When Buildah uses `runc` to run commands, it defaults to running those commands
in the host's network namespace.  If the command is being run in a separate
user namespace, though, for example when ID mapping is used, then the command
will also be run in a separate network namespace.

A newly-created network namespace starts with no network interfaces, so
commands which are run in that namespace are effectively disconnected from the
network unless additional setup is done.  Buildah relies on the CNI
[library](https://github.com/containernetworking/cni) and
[plugins](https://github.com/containernetworking/plugins) to set up interfaces
and routing for network namespaces.

If Buildah is installed via a package manager such as yum, dnf or apt-get, a
package containing CNI plugins may be available (in Fedora, the package is
named `containernetworking-cni`).  If not, they will need to be installed,
for example using:
```
  git clone https://github.com/containernetworking/plugins
  ( cd ./plugins; ./build_linux.sh )
  sudo mkdir -p /opt/cni/bin
  sudo install -v ./plugins/bin/* /opt/cni/bin
```

The CNI library needs to be configured so that it will know which plugins to
call to set up namespaces.  Usually, this configuration takes the form of one
or more configuration files in the `/etc/cni/net.d` directory.  A set of example
configuration files is included in the
[`docs/cni-examples`](https://github.com/containers/buildah/tree/main/docs/cni-examples)
directory of this source tree.

## Package Installation

Buildah is available on several software repositories and can be installed via a package manager such
as yum, dnf or apt-get on a number of Linux distributions.

## Installation from GitHub

Prior to installing Buildah, install the following packages on your Linux distro:
* make
* golang (Requires version 1.13 or higher.)
* bats
* btrfs-progs-devel
* bzip2
* device-mapper-devel
* git
* go-md2man
* gpgme-devel
* glib2-devel
* libassuan-devel
* libseccomp-devel
* runc (Requires version 1.0 RC4 or higher.)
* containers-common

### Fedora

In Fedora, you can use this command:

```
 dnf -y install \
    make \
    golang \
    bats \
    btrfs-progs-devel \
    device-mapper-devel \
    glib2-devel \
    gpgme-devel \
    libassuan-devel \
    libseccomp-devel \
    git \
    bzip2 \
    go-md2man \
    runc \
    containers-common
```

Then to install Buildah on Fedora follow the steps in this example:

```
  mkdir ~/buildah
  cd ~/buildah
  export GOPATH=`pwd`
  git clone https://github.com/containers/buildah ./src/github.com/containers/buildah
  cd ./src/github.com/containers/buildah
  make
  sudo make install
  buildah --help
```

### RHEL, CentOS

In RHEL and CentOS, run this command to install the build dependencies:

```
 yum -y install \
    make \
    golang \
    bats \
    btrfs-progs-devel \
    device-mapper-devel \
    glib2-devel \
    gpgme-devel \
    libassuan-devel \
    libseccomp-devel \
    git \
    bzip2 \
    go-md2man \
    runc \
    skopeo-containers
```

The build steps for Buildah on RHEL or CentOS are the same as for Fedora, above.

### openSUSE

On openSUSE Tumbleweed, install go via `zypper in go`, then run this command:

```
 zypper in make \
    git \
    golang \
    runc \
    bzip2 \
    libgpgme-devel \
    libseccomp-devel \
    device-mapper-devel \
    libbtrfs-devel \
    go-md2man
```

The build steps for Buildah on SUSE / openSUSE are the same as for Fedora, above.

### Ubuntu

In Ubuntu zesty and xenial, you can use these commands:

```
  sudo apt-get -y install software-properties-common
  sudo add-apt-repository -y ppa:alexlarsson/flatpak
  sudo add-apt-repository -y ppa:gophers/archive
  sudo apt-add-repository -y ppa:projectatomic/ppa
  sudo apt-get -y -qq update
  sudo apt-get -y install bats btrfs-tools git libapparmor-dev libdevmapper-dev libglib2.0-dev libgpgme11-dev libseccomp-dev libselinux1-dev skopeo-containers go-md2man
  sudo apt-get -y install golang-1.13
```
Then to install Buildah on Ubuntu follow the steps in this example:

```
  mkdir ~/buildah
  cd ~/buildah
  export GOPATH=`pwd`
  git clone https://github.com/containers/buildah ./src/github.com/containers/buildah
  cd ./src/github.com/containers/buildah
  PATH=/usr/lib/go-1.13/bin:$PATH make runc all SECURITYTAGS="apparmor seccomp"
  sudo make install install.runc
  buildah --help
```

### Debian

To install the required dependencies, you can use those commands, tested under Debian GNU/Linux amd64 9.3 (stretch):

```
gpg --recv-keys 0x018BA5AD9DF57A4448F0E6CF8BECF1637AD8C79D
sudo gpg --export 0x018BA5AD9DF57A4448F0E6CF8BECF1637AD8C79D >> /usr/share/keyrings/projectatomic-ppa.gpg
sudo echo 'deb [signed-by=/usr/share/keyrings/projectatomic-ppa.gpg] http://ppa.launchpad.net/projectatomic/ppa/ubuntu zesty main' > /etc/apt/sources.list.d/projectatomic-ppa.list
sudo apt update
sudo apt -y install -t stretch-backports golang
sudo apt -y install bats btrfs-tools git libapparmor-dev libdevmapper-dev libglib2.0-dev libgpgme11-dev libseccomp-dev libselinux1-dev skopeo-containers go-md2man
```

The build steps on Debian are otherwise the same as Ubuntu, above.

## Vendoring - Dependency Management

This project is using [go modules](https://github.com/golang/go/wiki/Modules) for dependency management.  If the CI is complaining about a pull request leaving behind an unclean state, it is very likely right about it.  After changing dependencies, make sure to run `make vendor-in-container` to synchronize the code with the go module and repopulate the `./vendor` directory.

## Configuration files

The following configuration files are required in order for Buildah to run appropriately.  The
majority of these files are commonly contained in the `containers-common` package.

### [registries.conf](https://github.com/containers/buildah/blob/main/docs/samples/registries.conf)

#### Man Page: [registries.conf.5](https://github.com/containers/image/blob/main/docs/containers-registries.conf.5.md)

`/etc/containers/registries.conf`

registries.conf is the configuration file which specifies which container registries should be consulted when completing image names which do not include a registry or domain portion.

#### Example from the Fedora `containers-common` package

```
cat /etc/containers/registries.conf
# This is a system-wide configuration file used to
# keep track of registries for various container backends.
# It adheres to TOML format and does not support recursive
# lists of registries.

# The default location for this configuration file is /etc/containers/registries.conf.

# The only valid categories are: 'registries.search', 'registries.insecure',
# and 'registries.block'.

[registries.search]
registries = ['docker.io', 'registry.fedoraproject.org', 'quay.io', 'registry.access.redhat.com', 'registry.centos.org']

# If you need to access insecure registries, add the registry's fully-qualified name.
# An insecure registry is one that does not have a valid SSL certificate or only does HTTP.
[registries.insecure]
registries = []

# If you need to block pull access from a registry, uncomment the section below
# and add the registries fully-qualified name.
#
# Docker only
[registries.block]
registries = []
```

### [mounts.conf](https://src.fedoraproject.org/rpms/skopeo/blob/main/f/mounts.conf)

`/usr/share/containers/mounts.conf` and optionally `/etc/containers/mounts.conf`

The mounts.conf files specify volume mount files or directories that are automatically mounted inside containers when executing the `buildah run` or `buildah build` commands.  Container processes can then use this content.  The volume mount content does not get committed to the final image.  This file is usually provided by the containers-common package.

Usually these directories are used for passing secrets or credentials required by the package software to access remote package repositories.

For example, a mounts.conf with the line "`/usr/share/rhel/secrets:/run/secrets`", the content of `/usr/share/rhel/secrets` directory is mounted on `/run/secrets` inside the container.  This mountpoint allows Red Hat Enterprise Linux subscriptions from the host to be used within the container.  It is also possible to omit the destination if it's equal to the source path.  For example, specifying `/var/lib/secrets` will mount the directory into the same container destination path `/var/lib/secrets`.

Note this is not a volume mount. The content of the volumes is copied into container storage, not bind mounted directly from the host.

#### Example from the Fedora `containers-common` package:

```
cat /usr/share/containers/mounts.conf
/usr/share/rhel/secrets:/run/secrets
```

### [seccomp.json](https://src.fedoraproject.org/rpms/skopeo/blob/main/f/seccomp.json)

`/usr/share/containers/seccomp.json`

seccomp.json contains the list of seccomp rules to be allowed inside of
containers.  This file is usually provided by the containers-common package.

The link above takes you to the seccomp.json

### [policy.json](https://github.com/containers/skopeo/blob/main/default-policy.json)

`/etc/containers/policy.json`

#### Man Page: [policy.json.5](https://github.com/containers/image/blob/main/docs/policy.json.md)

#### Example from the Fedora `containers-common` package:

```
cat /etc/containers/policy.json
{
    "default": [
	{
	    "type": "insecureAcceptAnything"
	}
    ],
    "transports":
	{
	    "docker-daemon":
		{
		    "": [{"type":"insecureAcceptAnything"}]
		}
	}
}
```

## Debug with Delve and the like

To make a source debug build without optimizations use `BUILDDEBUG=1`, like:
```
make all BUILDDEBUG=1
```

## Vendoring

Buildah uses Go Modules for vendoring purposes.  If you need to update or add a vendored package into Buildah, please follow this procedure:
 * Enter into your sandbox `src/github.com/containers/buildah` and ensure that the GOPATH variable is set to the directory prior as noted above.
 * `export GO111MODULE=on`
 * `go get` the needed version:
     * Assuming you want to 'bump' the `github.com/containers/storage` package to version 1.12.13, use this command: `go get github.com/containers/storage@v1.12.13`
     *  Assuming that you want to 'bump' the `github.com/containers/storage` package to a particular commit, use this command: `go get github.com/containers/storage@e307568568533c4afccdf7b56df7b4493e4e9a7b`
 * `make vendor-in-container`
 * `make`
 * `make install`
 * Then add any updated or added files with `git add` then do a `git commit` and create a PR.

### Vendor from your own fork

If you wish to vendor in your personal fork to try changes out (assuming containers/storage in the below example):

 * `go mod edit -replace github.com/containers/storage=github.com/{mygithub_username}/storage@YOUR_BRANCH`
 * `make vendor-in-container`

To revert
 * `go mod edit -dropreplace github.com/containers/storage`
 * `make vendor-in-container`

To speed up fetching dependencies, you can use a [Go Module Proxy](https://proxy.golang.org) by setting `GOPROXY=https://proxy.golang.org`.

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Why Don't Some Publishers Want Automation?
Managing offshore vendors – Holding a vendor responsible for meeting quality standards and publishing timelines requires a different set of skills than incorporating publishing tools into an organization. With automation, some of the vendor responsibilities are moved back to editorial and production departments. While an offshore vendor can apply brute force on a case-by-case basis; adhering to structured formats and implementing templates enable content transformations and delivery in a sustainable and automated manner.
Cutting jobs – Publishers who think that automating workflow is wonderful but equates to cutting jobs may benefit from another vantage point. Just as effective manager works with an individual to align skills with solutions, the same can be said for automated workflows. For example, technology is excellent at machine processing---XML validation, business rules validation, schematron validation. Individuals outperfom on cognitive skills that automated technology is not equipped to tackle---content development, content curation, metadata management, new product sandboxing. Saving time with efficient workflow routines equates to realigning staff to work on value-add tasks.
Conserving culture – Some organizations don't like technology that automates workflow. Never have, never will. It takes communication, dedication, and training to change an organization's culture in terms of new technology adoption. Working with older toolsets (eg, Word 2000, InDesign CS3, etc.) provides a comfort level to both in-house staff and external authors. But guarding a culture against change can result in antiquated processes and missed opportunities.
Hiring vs investing – Increasing headcount is an easier sell than investing in technology. Investing in the right technology means changing the way individuals do their daily jobs but also means changing the way an organization approaches a publishing program that has worked consistently for decades. It is no small task and investing in a new CMS is indeed a financial and organizational committment. Adding up the factors that instigate the pursuit of CMS need to be part of the investment equation---lack of automated content transformation, laborious manual workflow steps, inability to deliver to multichannels, ineffective content organization, dispersed assets, inconsistent metadata, etc.
Rather than calculating ROI on a CMS investment try looking at the payback period when the pain points are resolved. If you can justify an investment in automating workflow and have a payback period of a year or less this could be an easier sell to internal staff and management.
There is little doubt that publishers have a multichannel publishing goal. There is pressure from the consumer and the competition to produce more content, more efficiently, and to more channels than ever before. A balanced approach to making changes to people (ie, structuing teams according to skill sets), processes (ie, automating as much as possible), and technology (ie, implementing appropriate tools and technologies) results in success. It is not just the technology that requires investment. Changing people, patterns, and culture usually requires a greater investment in time and education.
What approaches to workflow automation resulted in success at your organization? What pain points do you continue to face?
The Saturday Evening Post is moving back to its hometown in the second quarter of 2013. The iconic magazine started in 1821 with roots dating back to Benjamin Franklin's The Pennsylvania Gazette, which was first published in 1728. At one point The Saturday Evening Post was the most widely circulated weekly magazine in America.
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Lexus, Toyota and Acura top Consumer Reports' annual reliability survey, but a brand from General Motors and two from Europe have cut into the top 10.
Overall, Japanese brands took seven of the top 10 spots. All Lexus and Acura models earned an above average reliability score. All Infiniti, Mazda, and Toyota models were average or better.
The consumer magazine, whose annual ranking based on surveys of its readers are closely watched, says Audi has quietly been climbing through the reliability ranks. This year, it is fourth, up from eighth last year. The A6 sedan, Q7 SUV and Allroad wagon, all have "much better than average" reliability.
And under the heading of much improved, Volvo, the Swedish maker now controlled by a Chinese company, rose 13 places to finish seventh. GM made its mark with its GMC truck brand, which came in ninth. That was up from 12th last year. GMC wasn't the only GM stand-out, however. Buick climbed nine slots to 12th place, with Buicks except the V-6 powered LaCrosse, which is no longer in the lineup, rated average or better.
When it comes to terrible reliability, the new Ford C-Max Energi plug-in hybrid brought up the rear. The non-plug hybrid version was pretty lousy, too. C-Max was also the worst vehicle in J.D. Power's Initial Quality Study released earlier this year.
Not all Japanese models did well. The redesigned 2013 Honda Accord V-6 and the 2013 Nissan Altima are no longer recommended, having scored too poorly.
One of the key issues tripping up automakers in the survey continued to be balky electronics systems, especially in-car infotainment. CR says many of the systems are "buggy, with frustrating screen freezes, touch-control lag, or a reluctance to recognize a cell-phone, an MP3 device, or a voice command."


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Georgia Tech to play for ACC title
GREENSBORO, N.C. - Pitcher Jake Davies homered and Georgia Tech claimed a berth in the Atlantic Coast Conference championship game by beating Clemson 5-1.
Davies drove in two runs and allowed two hits in six innings on Saturday to help the eighth-seeded Yellow Jackets (35-24) improve to 3-0 in the round-robin event.
They will play Miami for the title today.
Zane Evans added three hits and an RBI, and Daniel had two hits for Georgia Tech.
Steve Wilkerson hit a solo home run for Clemson (33-26), which finished 1-2.
NORTH CAROLINA 4, N.C. STATE 0 (12 INNINGS)
Adam Griffin's bases-loaded single in the 12th inning sparked a four-run burst that lifted North Carolina past North Carolina State.
The win by North Carolina (44-14) means Miami will play Georgia Tech in the championship game today. N.C. State (39-17) would have played for the title with a win.
VIRGINIA 7, FLORIDA STATE 0
Derek Fisher and Colin Harrington drove in two runs apiece and Virginia beat Florida State.
Artie Lewicki struck out four and allowed three hits in seven innings for the fourth-seeded Cavaliers (38-17-1). They finished pool play with a 2-1 record and sent the top-seeded Seminoles (43-15) to a surprising 0-3 finish.
SEC TOURNAMENT
MISSISSIPPI STATE 2, KENTUCKY 1
In Hoover, Ala., Jonathan Holder picked up his third save of the tournament with a scoreless ninth inning and Mississippi State advanced to the championship game with a win over Kentucky (43-16).
Holder worked around a throwing error to leave the potential tying run on third, escaping with two grounders and an infield popup.
Mississippi State (38-22) plays Vanderbilt for the title today.
VANDERBILT 8, FLORIDA 6
Vanderbilt pulled off a triple steal in a five-run ninth inning that included six stolen bases as the Commodores ran their way to a semifinal victory over Florida (42-18).
Anthony Gomez singled home the go-ahead run, then stole second, third and home for Vanderbilt (33-25), which is aiming for its first SEC Tournament title since 2007.
The Commodores face Mississippi State in today's championship game.


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A general dentist acts as a primary dental health provider, administering routine oral exams and treatments like fillings and dental cleanings. These dentists focus on maintaining patients' oral health by diagnosing and treating gum disease and tooth decay.
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The condition of your teeth and gums will largely determine how many appointments you'll need at our general dental office. Most dentists recommend that patients with healthy teeth and gums schedule a checkup every six months.
How Much Will a Dentist Visit Cost?
Each patient has unique dental needs, so the cost of a dental visit is different for every person. Your total cost will also depend on the type of procedures needed and whether you have dental insurance. Call our office for more information about pricing.
After learning about the benefits of regular oral checkups, you'll likely wonder, "How can I make an appointment with a general dentist near me?" It's easy to set up your appointment – simply call our office to get started. You'll receive an appointment date and time that's convenient for you.
An appointment with a dentist can last anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour for a routine exam. If you require more intensive dental procedures, your appointment can last for several hours. Give our office a call if you have any questions about the length of your appointment.
Many patients experience anxiety before visiting the dentist. However, being properly prepared for your upcoming appointment can greatly reduce your stress. Be sure to have information about your medical history and insurance available. Arriving to your appointment early can also reduce dental anxiety.
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When you don't receive regular dental checkups, you likely won't know when gum disease or tooth decay has caused damage to your oral health. These common dental conditions are less expensive and time-consuming to repair when diagnosed during their early stages. Visiting a general dentist regularly also can prevent more painful conditions from occurring in the future. Take charge of your dental health – call us today to book an oral exam.
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Q: How to get the maximum value in an array using SQL? Task

*

*Given three integers a, b, c, return the largest number obtained after inserting the following operators and brackets: +, *, ()

*In other words, try every combination of a,b,c with [*+()] and return the Maximum Obtained
Example
With the numbers are 1, 2 and 3, here are some ways of placing signs and brackets:

*

*1 * (2 + 3) = 5

*1 * 2 * 3 = 6

*1 + 2 * 3 = 7

*(1 + 2) * 3 = 9

So the maximum value that you can obtain is 9.
Notes

*

*The numbers are always positive.

*You can use the same operation more than once.

*You cannot swap the operands. For instance, in the given example you
cannot get expression (1 + 3) * 2 = 8.

I have created every combination and put it in an array.
SELECT a,b,c, ARRAY[
  a * b * c,
  a + b + c,
  a * b + c,
  a + b * c,
  (a + b) * c,
  a * (b + c)
  ] AS res
FROM expression_matter

Select result is the following:
a   b   c   res
2   1   2   {4,5,4,4,6,6}
2   1   1   {2,4,3,3,3,4}
2   2   4   {16,8,8,10,16,12}
3   3   3   {27,9,12,12,18,18}
1   1   1   {1,3,2,2,2,2}

Now, I have to obtain the maximum value in this array. But the MAX or GREATEST functions do not working as expected. The SELECT GREATEST(ARRAY[...]) returns with same result. The SELECT MAX(ARRAY[...]) returns with the maximum value for every combination respect to all row.
I would like to obtain the maximum value of every combination in each row.

A: Use the GREATEST function and replace the array to list of arguments.
SELECT GREATEST(
  a * b * c,
  a + b + c,
  a * b + c,
  a + b * c,
  (a + b) * c,
  a * (b + c)
  ) AS res
FROM expression_matter

The GREATEST returns the greatest of the list of one or more expressions. See documentation here.


A 10-inch diameter natural gas pipeline crosses a tributary to Big Blue River in Indiana. A headcut – an abrupt drop in the bed of the channel – had developed in a small drain that flows in to Big Blue River, exposing the pipeline for approximately 11 linear feet and suspending it for approximately 12 linear feet. If left uncovered and unprotected, the pipeline risked further exposure and possible damage due to unchecked pipeline erosion.
Submar armored the pipeline with Submar Mats, a system of articulating concrete revetment mattresses, installed subgrade rock grade control and riprap, and placed pipeline erosion control blanket in order to guard against pipeline exposure.
First, the project site was graded as necessary, with fill material covering the exposed section of the pipeline. A woven geotextile material was placed atop the grade, followed by the installation of the Submar Mat System. The mats currently extend across the tributary from bank to bank. The edges of the mat system toe in to excavated anchor trenches that are backfilled with either rock or onsite material. On the downstream end of the mat system, a 3-foot deep by 10-foot long subgrade rock grade control was installed to prevent headcutting from progressing upstream, and riprap was placed on the banks to prevent pipeline erosion. Upon completion of the final grading, pipeline erosion control blanket was placed atop the grade.


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•	Spice the meat (the lean meat) with salt, condiment, onion juice or an extremely mashed onion.
•	Add a tablespoon of grinded cake.
•	Add an egg and knead the mix until it becomes solid.
•	Spread the meat dough on a table or a wooden board with a thickness of 1 cm.
•	Encapsulate the boiled and peeled egg with the meat dough.
Paint the ghee sheet and wrap roast with it , then put it in a tin tray that includes a little of ghee , and put it in a moderate heat oven for 40 minutes approximately.
•	Get it out from the oven and take off the sheets.
•	Cut eggs into rings or cut the egg into two halves only.
•	Row them in a plate including fine lettuce leaves and tomato rings and a little of parsley to taste.


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Willem Vasbinder (Alkmaar, 4 oktober 1900 – Paterswolde, 3 maart 1974) was een Nederlands politicus van de PvdA.

Hij werd geboren als zoon van Willem Vasbinder (1875? - 1959) en Trijntje Smit (1876? - 1916). Willem Vasbinder jr. was hoofd van de technische dienst van het Waterleidingbedrijf Noord-Holland. In de periode 1929 tot 1933 was hij betrokken bij de 'Maatschappij tot Exploitatie van Waterleidingen in Nederlandsch-Indië' (Mewini); eerst om toezicht te houden bij de aanleg van de waterleiding in Kediri en daarna als bedrijfsleider. Later was Vasbinder werkzaam bij de 'Waterleidingmaatschappij voor de Provincie Groningen' (WAPROG). Tijdens de bezettingstijd had hij een belangrijke rol in het verzet en in 1945 was hij voor de stad Groningen chef staf van de NBS. In 1946 volgde zijn benoeming tot burgemeester van Bellingwolde. Hij ging daar in 1965 met pensioen en overleed in 1974 op 73-jarige leeftijd.

Burgemeester van Bellingwolde
PvdA-politicus (Nederland)


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