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A quick and easy breath test to detect the difficult-to-diagnose pancreatic cancer is being trialed nationally in the UK with huge expectations. Pancreatic cancer has a high mortality rate among cancers because of the tendency to discover it at later stages. There has never been a breath test authorized by a major regulatory body like […] The post Quick Cancer Breath Test Hailed as Most Significant Step Toward a Lifesaving Breakthrough in 50 Years appeared first on Good News Network.

News Horror Leslie Odom Jr. to Adapt the Strange Story of Sammy Davis Jr.’s Church of Satan Connection The project is based on a 2024 Rolling Stone article by Alex Bhattacharji By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on December 4, 2025 Odom (Left): Library of Congress Life, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons; Davis (Right): Jay Bernstein Public Relations, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Comment 0 Share New Share Odom (Left): Library of Congress Life, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons; Davis (Right): Jay Bernstein Public Relations, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Leslie Odom Jr. (One Night in Miami, Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery), who just wrapped up a Broadway run revisiting his role as Aaron Burr in Hamilton, has bought the rights to a 2024 Rolling Stone article by Alex Bhattacharji, which delves into how Sammy Davis Jr. was drawn to the Church of Satan and its founder, Anton LaVey. According to Deadline, the project will be a horror feature, and Odom will write the script and also star, presumably as Davis. The project will be produced in partnership with Rolling Stone Films. Bhattacharji is quoted in Deadline describing the article as “a sensitive story about a profoundly alienated Davis and his search for acceptance. It’s a rollicking ride that touches on complex, timely issues: racial and sexual identity, politics, religion, pop culture, and the counter-culture.” We also have the official logline for the film (which is also the subtitle on the article), which sheds additional light: “How a TV pilot called Poor Devil begat a friendship between the performer, Sammy Davis Jr., and Anton Szandor LaVey, founder and high priest of the Church of Satan.” I don’t want to give too much of the story away, but will say that the article starts with Davis’ work on that pilot, which had the following logline of its own: “Sammy Davis Jr. stars as a bumbling disciple from hell. After 1,400 years of failure to secure a single soul for Satan, the inept recruiter is given one last chance.” The project is still in its early days, so no news yet on who will direct or additional casting. [end-mark] The post Leslie Odom Jr. to Adapt the Strange Story of Sammy Davis Jr.’s Church of Satan Connection appeared first on Reactor.

Excerpts Young Adult Read an Excerpt From A War of Wyverns by S.F. Williamson Language is the greatest weapon in a war between humans and dragons—and one translator has the power to change the world. By S.F. Williamson | Published on December 4, 2025 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from A War of Wyverns, the sequel to by S.F. Williamson’s YA fantasy A Language of Dragons—publishing with HarperCollins on January 6, 2026. As a sculptress, Ravenna Maffei has always shaped beauty from stone but she has a terrible secret. Desperate to save her brother, she enters a competition hosted by Florence’s most feared immortal family, revealing a dark power in a city where magic is forbidden.Now a captive in the cutthroat city of Florence, Ravenna is forced into a dangerous task where failure meets certain death at the hands of Saturnino dei Luni, the immortal family’s mesmerizing but merciless heir. But as he draws her closer, Ravenna realizes the true threat lies beyond Florence’s walls.The Pope’s war against magic is closing in, and Ravenna is no longer just a prisoner but a prize to be claimed. As trusting the wrong person becomes lethal, Ravenna must survive the treacherous line between a pope’s obsession and the seductive immortal who might be the end of her—or surrender her power to a city on the brink of war. The sky is dark and full of dragons. I hurry through the streets of London, my umbrella tilted at an angle not to shield my face from the rain but to hide it. There are almost as many Guardians of Peace on the ground as there are Bulgarian Bolgoriths in the sky. A small mound of rubble blocks my path, left over from one of last week’s attacks. It could have been caused by rebel bombs or by the army of Queen Ignacia, Britannia’s dragon queen. Both groups are locked in their own individual battles with the Prime Minister. But judging by the stone pillar knocked clean off its base by what could only be the swipe of a tail, I’d guess the latter. As I reach the Tube station, the first rays of sunlight stretch up over the gray buildings, bringing the capital’s night curfew to an end. Rebellion happens in the shadows, after all. I climb onto the Underground train, my fake class pass hanging around my neck. PENELOPE HOLLINGSWORTH AGE 17FIRST CLASS I sit opposite an elderly man in a singed coat. He peers at me from beneath bright posters plastered above the carriage seats. Two women in military dress link arms in front of two buildings—I recognize the white stone of 10 Downing Street and the red brick of the Academy for Draconic Linguistics. They are encircled by a string of words in a looping, feminine font. WYVERNMIRE AND HOLLINGSWORTH UNITED IN THE FIGHT AGAINST REBELS I bury my face in yesterday’s copy of The Pimlico Bulletin—a non-partisan newspaper—and am met with another slogan. “The Truth for Every Class,” I mutter under my breath as I scan the headlines. PM ALLIES BRITANNIA TO BULGARIANSWHERE IS QUEEN IGNACIA? POSSIBLE SIGHTINGS ON PAGE 3 WESTERN DRAKE GUTTED ON KENT FARM: HUMAN REMAINS RETRIEVED FROM ITS SECOND STOMACH I open to the first page and see a black-and-white photo of a familiar manor house. BLETCHLEY PARK: A NATION’S SECRET? A lump rises in my throat as I toss the paper to the ground. Memories surge: a gunshot, blood beneath my fingernails, a face crowned with dead leaves. My hand reaches for the wooden swallow around my neck. If Atlas were here now, he’d mock the Prime Minister for thinking she can manipulate Europe’s fiercest dragons to extend her empire. For thinking that Britannia would bow to dragons who had massacred their own human population. If Atlas were here, he’d be slipping into the public houses and coming out with new recruits to the rebel cause, using nothing but his courage and his crooked smile. But he’s not here. Because he’s dead. Buy the Book A War of Wyverns S.F. Williamson Buy Book A War of Wyverns S.F. Williamson Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget All I can do now is continue what he started at Bletchley Park and help win the war for the Human-Dragon Coalition. Only a skilled linguist can obtain the secret weapon the rebels need. And if languages can honor Atlas’s memory, then I’ll learn a hundred tongues and more. The sun has risen as I reach Claridge House, the home of Rita Hollingsworth. She lives in Mayfair, only a few streets away from the Academy for Draconic Linguistics, which she founded at the age of thirty-five. I insert my key in the lock of the servants’ door. A thick, spiked tail trails down the wall above me. It belongs to Clementius, the Western Drake on the roof, one of the few British dragons who hasn’t fled the encroaching Bulgarian presence in London and who is secretly Hollingsworth’s rebel guard. I head straight for the stairs, counting the yellow diamonds on the patterned carpet as I climb several floors. Hollingsworth insists I travel between my home and hers before the morning rush hour. If anyone were to recognize me, my cover as her visiting niece could be blown. The walls feature portraits of her extended family—pretty cousins and ancient uncles stare out into the quiet house. I hear a scullery maid lighting the fires and a creak from the top floor. I imagine the Chancellor of the Academy for Draconic Linguistics rising from her bed, her hair still in rollers. The image is so ridiculous it makes me snort with laughter. I open and close the office door softly. The room is vast, with high windows that overlook the street below. A large desk stands beneath a painting of a pair of Sand Dragons basking on a beach, the pearly moonlight captured in delicate brushstrokes. Beside it is an ornate mirror and for a moment I stare at my reflection. My thick hair is cut so short that it only just grazes my collarbone, and dark shadows lurk beneath my eyes, making my skin even paler than usual. I tread across the maroon rugs toward the door in the corner, past the desk littered with empty cigarette boxes and books about Bulgarian dragons, one opened to an index page with the words— blood, blue diamond, Bolgorith. Something catches my eye. A sketch in black pen, half hidden beneath the Remington typewriter. It’s me. And beneath it, a title. Vivien Featherswallow, Draconic Translator My fingers linger over the paper, but I don’t touch it, my mind not quite believing it’s real. The depiction is different than the government’s wanted posters of me, the ones Hollingsworth has collected and burned every day before they can be seen. My face is prettier, my eyes large and doe-like, whereas the wanted posters depict me with a long, lank braid and a frown. Neither sketch is quite right, each telling a story that is not quite true. “For the Coalition newspapers,” says a voice. I spin around. Hollingsworth is standing in the doorway, wearing a blue silk dress and a belt embroidered with silver dragons. She looks me up and down like she has done every morning for the last three months, taking in my man’s mackintosh and donated leather brogues, as if she expected me to arrive with a limb missing or my hair aflame. My decision to find my own accommodation rather than live here with her is not one Hollingsworth understands. “Morning,” I say, my face growing hot as I realize she probably thinks I was snooping around her desk. “I’m supposed to be undercover. What do you want rebel newspapers printing a sketch of me for?” She gives me a thin-lipped smile. “A rebellion must have a face, must it not? People need to know they’re in good hands.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Me, the face of the rebellion? Has Hollingsworth forgotten that a mere few months ago, I was trying to translate a secret, ultrasonic dragon language called the Koinamens to win the war for Prime Minister Wyvernmire? “We won’t publish it until you’re safely out of London,” she says, her voice as deep as treacle. Safely out of London. Does that mean she finally thinks I’m ready? I stare at the words beneath the sketch again and let out a small sigh. Draconic Translator. The title is one I’ve waited for my entire life. It’s oddly satisfying to see who I am printed in black and white, to be given a distinct definition of myself, a neat box to fit into amid the chaos my life has become. The door in the corner leads to my own workspace, an office within Hollingsworth’s that used to be a cupboard. I set my satchel down on my small, pokey desk. The four walls that box me in like a dracovol in a cage are plastered with research papers—maps of various islands, handwritten pronunciation guides, and lists of dietary habits. And tacked on top of them is a rudimentary drawing that Hollingsworth sketched in front of me. Three Bulgarian Bolgoriths, two black and one red. General Goranov and his siblings. Britannia has been in a three-way civil war between the human government, the rebels, and Queen Ignacia since last year. And now that the Prime Minister has allied with the Bulgarian Bolgoriths— betraying her promise of peace to Queen Ignacia—barely a day goes by without a rebel attack on London. I know a Bolgorith, but she was born in Britannia. Chumana, the pink dragon who set fire to 10 Downing Street before following me to Bletchley Park. “If we eliminate Goranov and his siblings,” Hollingsworth told me a few weeks ago, “the Bulgarian presence in Britannia will crumble.” The servants and Hollingsworth’s secretary think I’m here after having jumped at the chance to spend the war working for Britannia’s beloved Chancellor instead of sewing shirts for the soldiers like other First Class girls. And it’s not exactly a lie. I am working for Hollingsworth. But my true reason for being here, my mission, isn’t to help Britannia fight the rebels. It’s to help the rebels fight Prime Minister Wyvernmire and her army of Bolgoriths. It’s to learn the language of the Hebridean Wyverns. I’ve met wyverns before, thanks to my parents’ work in dragon anthropology. But the Hebridean species is different. They’re small, two-legged dragons with a cultural heritage that rivals that of any human community. They can supposedly be found on the Isle of Canna in Scotland, although they haven’t been sighted in years. It’s my job to learn everything about them, from their traditions to their tongue, so that when the rebels find them—and Hollingsworth seems adamant that they will—then I will somehow be able to communicate with them. And convince them to help the rebels win the war. Of course, the minor detail of how these wyverns can make the Human-Dragon Coalition the victor in a three-way civil war has not yet been disclosed to me. I sit down as London’s traffic screeches outside and reach for a scrap of paper on my desk. It’s a note from Hyacinth, Hollingsworth’s secretary—and another debutante working for the war effort to escape the dutiful drudgery of First Class girlhood. Dearest Pen,Party? Tuesday at 8 o’clock, 36 Churton Street in Pimlico. Pretty please.H She’s invited me several times already, ignoring my protests (“It’s after curfew”) and my excuses (“I can’t leave my roommate, she gets lonely”). Her insistence is mildly annoying and the invitation goes against every rule in the how-to-be-an-undercover-rebel book, but part of me is glad that Hyacinth wants me around. She’s been a good friend to me these past three months. Of course I can’t attend the party. What if somebody recognizes me? The journal of Patrick Clawtail, Oxford Fellow of Celtic Languages and dragon enthusiast, lies open on the desk where I left it yesterday. Hollingsworth gave it to me when I started working for her, right after Marquis landed our plane on Eigg. I only spent a few days on the island that houses the Coalition Headquarters before Hollingsworth sent for me. Leaving my cousin and my sister, Ursa, behind was almost as hard as losing Atlas. The journal details Clawtail’s interactions with the Hebridean Wyverns over the course of four years, ending abruptly in June 1866 when he was executed by the government for “inciting unrest between humans and dragons.” It’s made of black leather and written in faded ink. Random clippings—a feather, a tuft of fur, and a green leaf that is still green but has long since lost any odor—are dispersed between daily entries, descriptions of the island, and recordings of the Hebridean Wyverns’ complex language, which Clawtail named Cànan-Channaigh—Scottish Gaelic for “language of Canna.” He coined an English word for their language, too: Cannair. I have managed to grasp its basic grammatical rules, but Clawtail fills several pages with his attempts to convey the meaning of many complicated words, so many that I lose myself in them. It seems he eventually gave up on the task. The later pages of the journal are entirely dedicated to the wyverns’ culture and customs, with not a single reference to language. It doesn’t give me much to work with. Clawtail and his family were supposedly the last people to lay eyes on the wyverns before they retreated farther inland when the government came for the Clawtails, and while his journal begins with enthusiasm at being able to study the wyverns’ tongue, it ends with a hurried, unfinished entry. A voice behind me says, “Tensions between humans and dragons in Britannia were on the verge of explosion when that was written.” Hollingsworth has appeared silently in the doorway, her eyes on the journal. “Clawtail had a history of campaigning for the recognition of Celtic languages such as Scots, Scottish Gaelic, and Norn, and he began doing the same for dragon tongues,” she continues. “He sent his written recordings of Cannair to several universities by dracovol, thinking the wyvern protection would keep him and his family safe, but the government decided that his highlighting of individual heritages was intended to create division and therefore a threat to British unity. They executed him for treason on Canna just as the corrupt Peace Agreement was signed.” I nod, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of annoyance. She’s already told me all this. Clawtail was the first person ever to study dragon tongues. He was an anomaly. “You, with your uncanny ability to learn languages at an impressive speed, can learn Cannair. That’s why you are the face of the rebellion, Vivien. Because you will be the one to go to the wyverns and request an alliance. They are our only hope of winning this war.” You’ve already told me that, too, I glower silently. And yet here I am, still in London, still ignorant as to why these wyverns are so important. I cannot send you to the wyverns until the wyverns have been found, Hollingsworth tells me every time I ask why I can’t go to Canna now. I can’t wait to be there, to rally the wyverns to the cause and to see Wyvernmire’s face as the rebels bring her and her Bulgarian Bolgoriths down. She’s the reason for the suffering of the Third Class, for the segregation of humans and dragons, for this war that has already killed hundreds. She’s the reason Atlas is dead. Hollingsworth hands me a sheet of paper. It’s my latest translation for the Academy—I do a few each day just in case a wartime inspector ever asks to see Penelope Hollingsworth’s work. It’s a statement in Drageoir sent over from France, condemning Wyvernmire’s alliance with the Bulgarian dragons. Hollingsworth has taken a red pen to it, scratching out and underlining words. “What’s wrong with it?” I say. “Your translation is too literal, Vivien.” She pats her silver, corkscrew coils. “You can hardly expect it to be approved.” “Too literal?” I stare at her corrections. The Dragons of the French Third Republic are incensed disappointed by the British alliance with the immoral controversial dragons of Bulgaria. “But… you’ve changed the meaning,” I say. “You’ve mistranslated the statement.” “I have interpreted it differently than you, which is a translator’s right.” I scan her face for a trace of humor, any indication that she might be testing me. “It’s a translator’s duty to translate in context, to give the words the meaning intended by the source language, or at least get as close to it as we can,” I tell her. “The Academy is obligated to translate and publish any communications that come in from foreign dragons—” “You forget the Academy is currently being run by Wyvernmire’s government,” Hollingsworth says sharply. “Her definition of duty is not the same as yours.” I throw the paper down. “So you’re going to let this pass?” “If I want to maintain my persona, I must,” Hollingsworth replies. She walks back to her desk and sits down, her eyes lingering on the sketch of me. “Language is a weapon, Vivien. Wyvernmire is using it and you will, too, soon. In fact, it may be the last weapon the rebels have.” “When are you going to send me to Canna?” I ask. “I’ve learned the wyvern tongue as best I can. Have the rebels found them yet?” Hollingsworth takes a sip of her tea and grimaces. “Cold,” she mutters. She rifles through a stack of papers, ignoring my question. I feel my neck flush with anger. Has she forgotten what she told me when she brought me here? Your linguistic capabilities are the best chance the Coalition has. I turn back to the journal. My years of studying, my languages, my translations have all been building up to this. To making contact with the Hebridean Wyverns and saving Britannia. Atlas believed that my languages are a way I’m called to love and Dad once told me that they would save me. So what is Hollingsworth waiting for? She expects me to work for the Coalition yet treats me like a child. My eyes fall on Hyacinth’s note and I wonder if my black skirt and jumper would pass as party clothes. If it’s a rebel Hollingsworth wants, a rebel she shall get. Excerpted from A War of Wyverns, copyright © 2025 by S.F. Williamson. The post Read an Excerpt From <i>A War of Wyverns</i> by S.F. Williamson appeared first on Reactor.

The big issue in Washington right now is what is the United States trying to get out of ongoing operations around Venezuela?  Very rarely is it the case that the question occupying minds on Capitol Hill and in think tanks is the same one everyday Americans are asking. But what’s happening between America and Venezuela is a rare exception.  A recent CBS/YouGov poll found that 76% of Americans believe the administration needs to explain its position on the use of military force in Venezuela. The same poll found that 53% are in support of the strikes against the narco-terrorists looking to bring drugs into the United States, but 70% of Americans are against taking military action in Venezuela. On Tuesday, Trump told reporters at a cabinet meeting that “we’re going to start doing those strikes on land” in Venezuela, too. To provide that explanation, Pentagon Press Secretary Kingsley Wilson is on this week’s episode of “The Signal Sitdown” about the Department of War’s ongoing operations in our near abroad.  For over 90 days, the United States has been performing airstrikes in the waters surrounding Latin and South America—the waters of the Caribbean Sea and the Eastern Pacific. There have been over 20 of these strikes targeting what the government has claimed are narco-terrorists—people attempting to bring drugs into the United States. Throughout the campaign, the narco-terrorist strikes have been tied to Venezuela and the regime of Nicolas Maduro.  The Trump administration has tried to make that connection more explicit and more intense in recent weeks. Secretary of State Marco Rubio also announced it would be designating the Cartel de los Soles, or the Cartel of the Sun, a Foreign Terrorist Organization on Nov. 16, a designation that became effective on November 24. In the release, Rubio named Maduro the head of the Cartel of the Sun. But the Cartel of the Sun isn’t your normal cartel. It’s actually a slang term that Venezuelan journalists started to use in the 1990s to describe corrupt military and law enforcement officials that are involved in drug running. Cartel of the Sun comes from the “sun” insignias on their military epaulettes. With the Foreign Terrorist Organization designation, however, it’s given the Trump administration “options” on how to further deal with Maduro and the drug trade to the nation’s south, Wilson told The Daily Signal. What the president ultimately decides to do with that designation remains to be seen. The post Inside the DOW’s Operations Against Narco-Terrorists and Venezuela appeared first on The Daily Signal.

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There have been plenty of claims and counterclaims about what exactly happened during the September 2 second strike on a drug boat. On MS NOW's Thursday edition of Ana Cabrera Reports, retired Major General Steven Lepper claimed that even if all the new evidence that says that the boat’s crew re-boarded the vessel and radioed for help is true, it doesn’t matter because they are still considered shipwrecked. To make his analogy, Lepper utilized bad analogies and played the role of an Air Force man wandering outside of his area of expertise to talk about naval matters. Cabrera introduced Lepper as the former “deputy legal counsel to the joint chiefs chair” and not a signee of “National Security Leaders for Biden.” Nevertheless, she did manage to ask him about how “The New York Times is also reporting this morning one of those survivors reportedly radioed for help. General, do these new details change the legal calculus? Was a second strike justified?” Lepper claimed it did not, saying, “Having a radio doesn't in and of itself deprive shipwreck persons of their protection from attack. Even if the radio could summon friendly forces, which I understand has been alleged here, they're still shipwrecked unless they engage in a hostile act.”     He then reached for a poor analogy, “We need to be really careful about arguments like this, because they have the potential implications for U.S. forces. For example, downed U.S. airmen are equipped with survival kits that include life rafts and radios. Those radios are expressly intended to call for rescue by friendly forces. International law also considers downed airmen shipwrecked and deserving of protection and rescue. Under those circumstances, would we agree that having radios makes them lawful targets? I don't think so.” Downed airmen, by definition, no longer have their plane, while it has been reported that these guys still had their vessel. But as for that vessel, later in the segment, Cabrera played a clip from House Intelligence Committee Ranking Member Jim Himes where he declared the video showed an attack on shipwrecked sailors but also, “The last thing I'm going to say. The last thing I'm going to say is that the admiral confirmed that there had not been a kill them all order, and that there was not an order to grant no quarter.” Cabrera then wondered, “General, what stands out there?” Lepper echoed Himes, “Well, what stands out there is that there are apparently a lot more facts here than either The Washington Post or any other media outlet has reported up to now. And you know, again, what the secretary described at the cabinet meeting about a boat being on fire and what has subsequently been reported as two survivors climbing back into the boat, all still lead me to the conclusion that these were survivors who were likely wounded, who may have been in a boat that continued to be able to float but could not take them to shore. As noted above, Lepper claimed the radio was not sufficient to hit the boat again. However, is it really so hard to believe that some other drug traffickers could have come along and either repaired the vessel or taken on the drugs themselves? Lepper wasn’t interested in that. Instead he doubled down, “Under all these circumstances, when you add all these facts up, the conclusion under the law is that they were shipwrecked, and unless there was some kind of hostile act or the capability of engaging in a hostile act that would render the protections that the law affords them moot, then our obligation when we hit them with the first strike was to rescue them, not continue to target them.” If the boat, which was carrying drugs, was still afloat, it was a perfectly legitimate target. Naval commanders target vessels. If the survivors of the first strike decided to climb back onboard what they knew by that point was a military target, that is a choice that is going to have consequences. Here is a transcript for the December 4 show: MS NOW Ana Cabrera Reports 12/4/2025 10:35 AM ET ANA CABRERA: And The New York Times is also reporting this morning one of those survivors reportedly radioed for help. General, do these new details change the legal calculus? Was a second strike justified? STEVEN LEPPER: Well, facts matter, and that's why we're pleased that the Congress is going to investigate this. But assuming that this is a lawful armed conflict in the first place, which is something that most legal experts dispute, having a radio doesn't in and of itself deprive shipwreck persons of their protection from attack. Even if the radio could summon friendly forces, which I understand has been alleged here, they're still shipwrecked unless they engage in a hostile act. We need to be really careful about arguments like this, because they have the potential implications for U.S. forces. For example, downed U.S. airmen are equipped with survival kits that include life rafts and radios. Those radios are expressly intended to call for rescue by friendly forces. International law also considers downed airmen shipwrecked and deserving of protection and rescue. Under those circumstances, would we agree that having radios makes them lawful targets? I don't think so. … JIM HIMES: The last thing I'm going to say. The last thing I'm going to say is that the admiral confirmed that there had not been a kill them all order, and that there was not an order to grant no quarter. CABRERA: General, what stands out there? LEPPER: Well, what stands out there is that there are apparently a lot more facts here than either The Washington Post or any other media outlet has reported up to now. And you know, again, what the secretary described at the cabinet meeting about a boat being on fire and what has subsequently been reported as two survivors climbing back into the boat, all still lead me to the conclusion that these were survivors who were likely wounded, who may have been in a boat that continued to be able to float but could not take them to shore. Under all these circumstances, when you add all these facts up, the conclusion under the law is that they were shipwrecked, and unless there was some kind of hostile act or the capability of engaging in a hostile act that would render the protections that the law affords them moot, then our obligation when we hit them with the first strike was to rescue them, not continue to target them.

During their coverage of Tuesday night's special Congressional election in Tennessee's 7th Congressional District, CNN, like many in the mainstream media, attempted to turn what turned out to be a 9-point win for Republican Matt Van Epps into some kind of victory for Democrat loser Aftyn Behn and her party. But that wasn't all. CNN actually gave viewers inaccurate and outdated information regarding the results, and the status of the election itself, while looking like they acted to protect Behn. It had been the narrative of Democrats, and the liberal media, that even if Van Epps and the GOP won and held on to the seat given up by Mark Green, who resigned in July, Democrats could still claim 'victory', by losing by less than they did last November, when Green and Donald Trump both won the district by around 20 points. That number was brought up again and again, pushing the narrative. Kaitlan Collins used it a couple of times during an interview with eventual loser Behn, before throwing it to John King, who she quickly interrupted just 30 seconds after saying good-bye to Behn.    KING: Well, she is about to be involved. Kaitlan, in one of the fascinating conversations that is happening all across the country as Democrats try to think about, do we go left or do we go center as we head into the 2026 midterms? Who are our best candidates? So.. COLLINS: John, can I can I pause you just for one moment? Because we can now make a projection in this race. CNN can project that Matt Van Epps, the Republican in this race, is going to be the next representative of the Seventh Congressional District and Tennessee winning this special election... But but continue with what you think the biggest takeaways will be. Did CNN not know they had called the race when Behn was still on with them thirty seconds prior? Wouldn't that have been a great opportunity for a first reaction? Were they protecting the feelings of the losing Democrat?  Collins then threw it back to King who was ready with a rah rah pep talk -- 5-much pep -- for Democrats. KING: She [Behn] just made a very important point to you, and a very factual point to you. She has made this a much, much, much, much, much closer race than just a year ago when Donald Trump and the then Republican incumbent, Mark Green carried this district by 22 points....We're at 83% of the vote counted... But you've got a four point race...Simple math for the people at home,  22 to somewhere in the ballpark of four or five, that's huge, huge progress for the democrats. He seemed ecstatic. When Laura Coates took over thirty minutes later, things got really bizarre. Of course she kept the narrative going, claiming that, "Democrats do fall just short in a deep-red Tennessee House race." COATES: .There are close calls and then there are warning signs. And the lights may be flashing red at the GOP headquarters tonight. They're holding on to a critical Congressional seat in ruby red Tennessee. But the results, hardly what they want heading into 2026, even for a special election. One that saw the Republican candidate Mike Van Epps win for the Seventh Congressional District. But he's only leading Democrat Aftyn Behn by seven points... She said SEVEN, while the Graphic on the screen showed an 8.9% difference. And she said "Mike Van Epps," not "Matt." Later, addressing DNC Chair Ken Martin, she lowered the margin of victory even more. "But she (Behn) did lose by a couple of points in a district as described went overwhelmingly for Trump." The dictionary says "a couple" means two. Inaccurate, again, but nothing compared to the crawl, the headlines that scroll by on the bottom of the screen. CNN had called the race at 9:29 pm ET. But starting at 10:37, on NewsNight with Abby Phillip, and repeated five more times after that, through the Coates show, this is what viewers saw 'crawling' across their screen: "Tuesday's Special Election in Tennessee's 7th Congressional District, normally a conservative stronghold, is giving Democrats hope that their recently successful message of affordability can help them spring a major upset. The contest pits Trump backed Republican Matt Van Epps against Democrat State Rep. Aftyn Behn. The winner will replace former Rep Mark Green who resigned in July..." CNN had called the race, it was over! That crawl was for PRIOR to the election. Wrong margin, outdated information, letting the loser go just before announcing that she had lost. Maybe had they not been so obsessed with pushing their political agenda, CNN would have gotten it right.