NBC national affairs analyst John Heilemann appeared to abandon all pretense of objectivity during a “Morning Joe” appearance on Thursday, delivering a full-on sales pitch to minority voters for President Joe Biden’s reelection. Heilemann called on black and Hispanic voters to “do what you did in 2020,” claiming that no one believed there was a risk that minority voters would “flock” to the former president in droves. Rather, he said the risk was that voters who would otherwise vote for Biden — and other down-ticket Democrats — might stay home instead. WATCH: MSNBC’s @jheil: “For African-Americans & Latino voters, a Trump re-election would be terrible for them. Just, please, do what you did back – from the Biden campaign’s point of view — do what you did in 2020 [and vote Democrat].” pic.twitter.com/c9YPGupivM — Tom Elliott (@tomselliott) May 30, 2024 “The concern is that they stay home. In a very close election in all of those battleground states, is a large chunk of any of those parts of the coalition decide to just say, ‘Screw it, I’m not going to vote,’ that’s a problem for the Biden campaign,” Heilemann said. Despite recent polling that indicates Trump has made inroads with Hispanic voters and black male voters in particular, Heilemann argued that moving the needle in Biden’s favor was just about getting them out to vote, not about drawing them back from Trump. CLICK HERE TO GET THE DAILYWIRE+ APP “What a devastating outcome it would be for their issues — for their interests. The interests of young voters, they are pocketbook interests, more on the economy than they are on Gaza, we see that in the polling,” he said. “For African-Americans and Latino voters, a Trump re-election would be terrible for them,” Heilemann declared, in spite of the record employment numbers both black and Hispanic Americans saw during Trump’s time in office. “Just, please, do what you did back – from the Biden campaign’s point of view — do what you did in 2020 … that is the easier sell.”

When a shy 13-year-old introduced herself to the America’s Got Talent judges, she looked like a typical teenager. A lanky dancer’s body in a cute sweater. Arshiya Sharma traveled from India to the AGT stage for this audition. Her mom was nervously waiting in the wings with Terry Crews. Welcoming Arshiya to the show, judges asked about her act. She described it as a dance routine with some gymnastics and flexibility moves. Intrigued, the judges encouraged her to begin. Arshiya scurried off the stage to “prepare.” Stagehands brought out a small wooden house with dolls scattered around the base and one lying across the peaked roof. The judges speculated about what they might be about to experience. The music started, and there was movement behind the tiny house as Arshiya made her entrance. Image from YouTube. Arshiya shook the dollhouse and popped up over the roof with a scream. The audience screamed. The judges screamed. As she crawled from behind the dollhouse, Simon said calmly, “She’s changed.” The shy girl transformed into a fully costumed dancer who appeared ready for an audition for a remake of The Exorcist. Image from YouTube. The music, a super creepy version of Ring Around the Rosie, was perfect. What followed was amazing to watch but also haunting. Arshiya is a brilliant contortionist. She moved her body in ways that would cripple a normal person. The sheer athleticism of her act is incredible. Arshiya moved around America’s Got Talent stage with the assurance of a professional dancer. The audience and judges cringed with each new articulation as Arshiya danced, twisting, turning, and rotating her limbs horrifyingly. The most unnerving part was the crunching sounds during some of Arshiya’s most vigorous contortions on the AGT stage. Arshiya Gets 4 Yes Votes From America’s Got Talent Judges During her opening interview, Arshiya told the America’s Got Talent judges that she wanted her dance to be “different.” Her choreography was definitely fresh and different. The complexity of the moves had everyone spellbound as the creepiness kept them cringing and wincing. After her performance, one thing was certain: Arshiya had the talent to earn her place on the AGT stage. Image from YouTube. During the closing interview, Howie Mandel said that, with two daughters and two granddaughters, this “was the scariest, most horrific dance recital I have ever been to.” Heidi Klum stated that Arshiya was “probably one of the best contortionists we’ve ever seen.” When Sofia Vergara spoke about the crunch-crunch noises, Arshiya performed an encore backflip, landing on her chest. Simon stated that he had expected a Disney routine or similar because Arshiya was so sweet during the opening interview. He said the act was “so unexpected, and frightening, and brilliant at the same time.” When the final tally was in, all four judges gave the performance a “yes” vote. Simon said, “The chihuahua turned into a werewolf, and we loved you!” As the last vote was announced, that shy 13-year-old reappeared, and Arshiya jumped excitedly. She ran off-stage to her waiting mom with a huge smile, and Simon remarked, “That was bloody amazing.” You can find the source of this story’s featured image here. The post AGT Judges Freak Out When Shy 13-Yr-Old Girl Begins This Jaw-Dropping Performance! appeared first on InspireMore.

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All hail New Jersey, well, New Jersey City for the matter. That is where the American deathcore band Fit For An Autopsy hails from. The group was formed in 2008. The band consists of Joe Badolato (vocals), Will Putney (guitar, producer), Patrick Sheridan (guitar), Tim Howley (guitar), Peter “Blue” Spinazola (bass), and Josean Orta (drums). They have released six studio albums: The Process of Human Extermination (2011), Hellbound (2013), Absolute Hope Absolute Hell (2015), The Great Collapse (2017), The Sea of Tragic Beasts (2019), and Oh What the Future Holds (2022). Fit For An Autopsy is known for their brutal The post Complete List Of Fit For An Autopsy Albums And Discography appeared first on ClassicRockHistory.com.

It had all the hallmarks of an unremarkable night in East Boston for a couple of police officers before they got a call about a wellness check after a concerned citizen dialed 911. However, once they got all the details they realized that the caller wasn’t so much concerned about his health, but about a […] The post Police Officers Surprise 911 Caller with a Chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ – (WATCH) appeared first on Good News Network.

Excerpts Noumena Read an Excerpt From Lindsay Ellis’s Apostles of Mercy The third novel in the alternate history/first contact Noumena series. By Lindsay Ellis | Published on May 30, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from Apostles of Mercy, the third book in Lindsey Ellis’s alternate history first contact saga Noumena—publishing with St. Martin’s Press on June 4th. First Contact has not been going well. The nations of Earth are rapidly militarizing against the arrival of the Superorganism, an alien civilization that promises to destroy humanity before it can develop into a real threat. The Superorganism has done it before–to their distant transient relatives–and they could easily do it again. But the alien Ampersand and his human interpreter Cora Sabino are done with trying to save humanity from both the Superorganism and itself; to them, this is a civilization that does not deserve to be saved.When a strange new form of communication between the two of them reveals to Cora how alien Ampersand truly is, she begins to question her blind devotion. But she soon learns of a danger that may force them to leave Earth before either of them are ready: a group of superorganism enemies that have been wreaking havoc on Earth for decades. Existence on the margins has made them desperate and bent on revenge against any of Ampersand’s race whose path they cross. Before Cora and Ampersand can make their final escape, these hostile aliens stage an attack, and take that which is most dear to both of them.Ampersand’s enemies will not consider any form of truce; the greatest threat to them is not from the Superorganism, but from an increasingly fearful and violent human civilization newly aware of their existence. Cora and Ampersand must go to extreme measures to take back what was stolen and prevent wholesale human extermination–but in doing so they may be no better than the civilizations they are trying to escape. May 18, 2005 Lorenzo nearly tripped and fell into the mud as he tore out of Jojo’s front door and into the wet street. The rain had come early this year, not that he would have stopped to grab his poncho even if he had brought it with him. He just ran into the pouring rain, scarcely able to see in the darkness, flailing toward his house as fast as his legs would carry him. The rain was heavy, and warm, and washed his friends’ blood off him as he ran. Philomena, he thought, feeling his pocket to make sure his rosary was still there. Lorenzo was of an age where the only reason he ever had his rosary on him was because his lola would be disappointed if he didn’t, but at this moment, it felt like the sole thread tethering him to this world. A demon had killed his friends. Now, it was coming for him. Prayer was the only thing that would save him. “Philomena!” he cried as he ran. She was his mother’s favorite saint, and the one she prayed to most often, but that didn’t feel right. A distant bolt of lightning illuminated the street in front of him, and for an instant, it was as bright as day, showing him a clear and unobstructed path to his house. He sped toward it, not thinking about what it might mean to lead the monster right to his parents, to his lola, to his sister. But what else could he do? Had he not actually seen his friends effectively get dismembered? It all happened so quickly—before they had even known it was in the room with them, it grabbed Jojo, then Lito. He had moved to grab Jojo’s baseball bat to fend the demon back, but before he could grab it, the demon had brought Jojo’s neck to its mouth and— Lorenzo nearly stumbled at the memory, still not truly accepting that his friends were dead. The demon only had two hands, and there had been three boys in the room; therefore, Lorenzo had gotten away, saved by virtue of not being as close to the window as his friends had when the creature came inside, silent as a snake. It seemed almost impossible that something so big could be so quiet, that it could be on top of them the instant they even realized it was there. Lorenzo made it to his house, slamming into his front door—locked! “Nanay, Tatay!” he cried to his parents. Why locked? They usually never locked their door, but they had heard of things, evil spirits in the woods, and started locking the door to calm his little sister’s fears. Of course—his parents didn’t know he was out. Hopeless! This was hopeless, and that’s why Saint Philomena felt wrong; she wasn’t who to pray to when things were hopeless. It hadn’t occurred to him because he had never truly experienced hopelessness in his young life. When he didn’t immediately hear an answer from his parents, he cried to the heavens, “San Judas, San Tadeo, San Tadeo, tulong! Sagipin mo ago!” Save me, Saint Jude, save me. Buy the Book Apostles of Mercy Lindsay Ellis Buy Book Apostles of Mercy Lindsay Ellis Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget He banged on the door, screaming and crying and turning his head every which way to scan for the demon. He didn’t immediately see it, and when the door didn’t open, he ran for the tree by the house that his father had nailed a couple of boards to for easier climbing. He stumbled onto the tree, climbed one step, then another. He turned around just in time to see the demon on the other side of the road, illuminated by a flash of lightning, blood still dripping from its maw. This demon seemed more armored than the smaller one had been, which itself he and his friends had initially mistaken for a crocodile. If the bigger demon could be compared to a crocodile, it would be a saltwater one from Australia or some long-extinct giant species, nothing like the little ones found in the rivers nearby. Both of them had that grayish-black skin that looked like a wet suit, but where the smaller one had eyes that were black and empty, this one had yellow eyes that lit up like bulbs in the light of the storm. The thing moved with supernatural speed and had transversed the distance between his neighbors’ house and his position on the tree when he felt it grab his leg. He lost his grip, and it was only his rib cage getting stuck in the V between two strong branches that prevented him from being torn from the tree altogether. He scrambled to hold on to the tree, and again, he felt a tug, more violent this time, then he heard an animalistic howl as the creature let him go. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that someone had attacked the demon with a baseball bat, his father had attacked it with a baseball bat. Lorenzo grabbed once more on to the slick bark of the tree, focusing on that as he climbed out of arm’s reach of the demon, repeating to himself, “San Tadeo, San Tadeo, sagipin mo ago, sagipin mo ago!” The branches of the tree were slick, like climbing a giant wet noodle, and he nearly slipped a couple of times before he chanced a look at the ground. In those few seconds, half a dozen of his neighbors had come into the street, wielding whatever they had close by to take the monster down—baseball bats, axes, machetes, and even a couple of rifles. A dozen more neighbors were either getting their bearings or were on their way, flashing torches wildly into the storm, but none of them knew what they were dealing with. Lorenzo yelled at them to run, to get away, but his voice was drowned out by the rain and thunder and shouting below. One man lunged at the creature, only to be caught in midair and thrown into a tree, his back making a horrible thud on impact. Another, one he recognized as Jojo’s father, hacked madly at the creature, and he got a few hits in, slicking into the thing like slabs of old meat before the monster grabbed him by the neck, hurled him to the ground, and tackled him, opening its jaws and taking one large, loud bite so hard Lorenzo could hear the crunching even up in the tree. More and more men from the village attacked, which gave the monster only more and more fodder to burn through. Even a tiger the same size would have fallen several times over after the pummeling it had taken, but not this thing. It seemed almost indestructible, and it had nearly a dozen people lying at its feet, injured, dead or dying, before it finally showed some sign of slowing. Then one of the men on the ground saw an opportunity, and using his machete almost like a javelin, he skewered the monster right through its neck. It failed to grab the man as blood spurted out of the wound, illuminating the mud with red when another flash of lightning passed overhead. The man raised the machete and brought it down on the demon’s neck like an executioner—once, twice, and the third time brought it down for good. Lorenzo wanted to stay put, away where no one could see, where no one could ask what he had done to bring this horror down on their village. His six-year-old sister, Clarinda, knew what he and his friends had done, but would she tell? Lorenzo scanned the small crowd forming a semicircle around the demon, but he didn’t see his father. He fell out of the tree, stumbling toward his neighbor, who was still hacking away at the demon’s neck. Another flash of lightning revealed how much blood the man was covered in—not his but the demon’s, and in the back of his mind, Lorenzo couldn’t help but wonder, What kind of demon bleeds like we do? He saw his mother, too shocked at the situation to begin to take stock of the carnage on the road in front of their house. Others were trickling out into the rain, realizing that their family and neighbors were lying in the road, victims of the same demon that had come for him and his friends. Then he heard his mother’s voice crying, “Rodrigo, Rodrigo!” with a level of despair that could mean only one thing. He ran toward her, hoping that perhaps this was an overreaction, that she was mistaken, that this wasn’t his father lying dead in the mud by the side of the road. But it was. His father’s face was partially illuminated by the light coming out of their front door just a few yards away, as was the wound to his neck. The muscles in his face were slack, his eyes unfocused, and what the demon had done to his neck no person could survive. Lorenzo wanted to say something, do something, pray for this to be undone, but he was rooted in place, still as stone and just as numb. This had to be a nightmare, because if it wasn’t, it was divine punishment, and now his father had paid the ultimate price for his sins. His, and his friends’, who had tried to fight demons. And now… “Kasalanan namin ito,” he muttered as he watched his mother hunch over his father’s body, her back heaving with sobs. We did this. We did this. He thought it over and over, like a prayer. We did this. From Apostles of Mercy, by Lindsay Ellis. Copyright © 2024 by the author, and reprinted with permission of St. Martin’s Publishing Group The post Read an Excerpt From Lindsay Ellis’s <i>Apostles of Mercy</i> appeared first on Reactor.