Excerpts Wind and Truth Read Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson: Chapters 27 and 28 Read new chapters from the new Stormlight Archive book every Monday, leading up to its release on December 6th By Brandon Sanderson | Published on November 4, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Brandon Sanderson’s epic Stormlight Archive fantasy series will continue with Wind and Truth, the concluding volume of the first major arc of this ten-book series. A defining pillar of Sanderson’s “Cosmere” fantasy book universe, this newest installment of The Stormlight Archive promises huge developments for the world of Roshar, the struggles of the Knights Radiant (and friends!), and for the Cosmere at large. Reactor is serializing the new book from now until its release date on December 6, 2024. A new installment will go live every Monday at 11 AM ET, along with read-along commentary from Stormlight beta readers and Cosmere experts Lyndsey Luther, Drew McCaffrey, and Paige Vest. You can find every chapter and commentary post published so far in the Wind and Truth index. We’re thrilled to also include chapters from the audiobook edition of Wind and Truth, read by Michael Kramer and Kate Reading. Click here to jump straight to the audio excerpt! Note: Title art is not final and will be updated as soon as the final cover is revealed. Chapter 27: What Is Right Twenty-six years ago Szeth’s father, Neturo-son-Vallano, knelt beside the new stone. Szeth’s mother, Zeenid-daughter-Beth, was overseeing painting classes in the town, so they’d sent her a message via Tek, one of their carrier parrots. Wind blew across them, bringing with it the pungent scent of the gathered sheep in the nearby pasture. Szeth hid behind his father, peeking out. He wasn’t certain why this new stone frightened him so. He loved their rock, and a new one was surely cause for celebration, but shamefully… he wished he hadn’t found it. Something new meant possible celebration, possible attention, possible change. He preferred quiet days full of languid breezes and bleating sheep. Nights beside the hearth or the firepit, listening to Mother tell stories. He didn’t want some grand new thing. Szeth had what he loved. “What do we do, Father?” Elid asked. “Call the Stone Shamans?” “It depends,” he said. “Depends.” Their father was a calm man, with a long beard he liked to keep tied with a green ribbon at the bottom, matching ones on his arms, together forming his splash. He got to wear three, as his duty of training other shepherds elevated him. His head was shaded by his customary tall reed hat with a wide brim, and he had a bit of a paunch that spoke to his talent as a cook. He had all the answers. Always. “What about it is uncertain, Father?” Szeth said, peeking around at the little stone. “We just do what is right.” Father glanced at their larger stone, then at this one. “A single rock is a blessed anomaly. Two… might mean more. It might mean the spren have chosen this region.” “What do you mean?” Elid asked, hands on her hips. “I mean there might be other rocks,” Father said, “hiding beneath the surface here. Stone Shamans will want to set aside the entire region, preserve it and watch it for a few years to see if anything else emerges.” “And… us?” Szeth asked. “Well, we’ll have to move,” Father replied. “Tear down the house, in case it’s accidentally on holy ground. Set up wherever the Farmer finds land for us. Maybe in the town.” In the town? Szeth turned, looking into the distance—though the rolling hills prevented him from seeing Clearmount unless he climbed up on top of one. It was close enough to walk to in an hour or so, but he found the place noisy, congested. In the town, it felt like the mountains weren’t just around the corner, because buildings blocked them out. It felt like the meadows had gone brown, replaced by dull roads. You couldn’t smell the sea breezes. He didn’t hate the town. But he got the sense that it hated the things he loved. “I don’t want to move!” Elid said. “We found a rock! We shouldn’t be punished.” “If it’s right though,” Szeth said, “then we have to do it. Right, Father?” Father stood up, pulling at his trousers, and waited. Soon Szeth picked out his mother hurrying along the path between hills toward their home. She wore a long green skirt as her splash—while it was only one piece, that size… well, it was an audacious amount for her station. She had a white apron over the front, and curly light brown hair that bunched up around her head like a cloud. She was carrying one of the town’s shovels—a relic crafted from metal that had never seen rock, Soulcast by an Honorbearer and gifted to them. Szeth gaped, his jaw dropping. That couldn’t mean… Mother hurried up to them, shovel on her shoulder. Father nodded toward the new rock, and Mother let out a relieved sigh. “So small? Your note had me worried, Neturo.” “Mother?” Szeth said. “What are you doing?” “Merely a quick relocation,” she said. “I borrowed one of the shovels, but didn’t tell anyone why. We’ll dig up the rock and move it a few hundred yards. Let it rain a little, so it seems to have naturally poked up, then tell everyone.” Szeth gasped. “We can’t touch it!” Mother pulled out a pair of gloves. “Of course not. That’s why I brought gloves, dear.” “That’s the same thing!” Szeth said, horrified. He looked to his father. “We can’t do this, can we?” Father scratched at his beard. “Depends, I suppose, on what you think, son.” “Me?” “You found the rock,” Father said, glancing at Mother, who nodded in agreement. “So you can decide.” “I choose whatever is right,” Szeth said immediately. “Is it right for us to lose our home?” Father asked. “I…” Szeth glanced at the house. “There might be dozens of rocks underneath here,” Father said. “If that’s the case, then we should absolutely move. But in the hundreds of years that rain has fallen on this region, only two have emerged. So it’s unlikely. Moving the stone a few hundred yards will still make the shamans watch this area, but with the rocks being farther apart, the worry will be more nebulous. But that requires us to move it. In secret.” “We hate the stonewalkers,” Szeth said, “because of how they treat rock.” Father knelt down, one hand on Szeth’s shoulder. “We don’t hate them. They simply don’t know the right way of things.” “They raid us, Father,” Elid said, folding her arms. “Yes, well,” he said. “Those men are evil, but it’s not because they live in a place with too much stone. It’s because of the choices they make.” He smiled at Szeth. “It’s okay, son. If you want us to turn this in now, well, we’ll do it.” “Can’t you just… tell me what to do?” Szeth asked. “No, I don’t think that I can,” Father said. “Unfair to put you in this spot, I know, but the spren gave you the first sight. You should decide. We can move the rock, or we can move our home. I’ll accept either one.” “Maybe we should let him sleep on it,” Mother said. “No,” Szeth said. “No. We can… move the rock.” All three of them relaxed as he said it, and he felt a sudden—shameful—resentment. His father said Szeth could choose, but they’d all clearly wanted a specific decision. He’d made it not because it was right, but because he had sensed their desires. But how could they all want it if it wasn’t right? Maybe they saw something he didn’t—maybe he was broken. But if so, they should have simply told him what they intended to do, and then done it. That would have been fine. Why give him the choice? Didn’t they see that made this his fault? Mother pulled on her gloves and started digging. Szeth winced each time the shovel scraped the stone. That metallic sound was not natural. He hoped that they would discover the rock was enormous—so that the plan had to be abandoned. In the end, it was small. Eight inches long, and a dull grey color. He could have held it in one hand, if he’d wanted. Molli the ewe, seeming to sense his tension, rubbed up against him and he gripped at her wool, her warmth. Even Mother seemed a little unsure, now that she’d dug the rock out. She stepped back, leaving it in the hole. “You scraped it,” Elid said. “That seems… kind of obvious.” “Once we’ve buried it again,” Mother said, “nobody will see the scrapes.” “How much trouble would we be in,” Elid asked, “if someone found out?” “I suspect the Farmer wouldn’t be happy,” Father said. He laughed then, and it sounded genuine. “Might require some cake to make up for it. Don’t get that look, Szeth. We show devotion because we choose to. And so, the kind of devotion we make is ours to decide.” “I… don’t understand,” he said. “Don’t the Stone Shamans tell us what to do?” “They share the teachings of the spren,” Mother said, as she shouldered the shovel. “But we interpret those teachings. What we’re doing here today is reverent enough for me.” Szeth thought on that and wondered—as this was not the first clue in his life—if perhaps this was why they chose to live outside the town. Many shepherd families lived at least part of the year inside it. His family visited each month for devotions, so he didn’t dare think that his family wasn’t faithful. Yet the older he got, the more questions he had. How did he feel about his parents doing something he knew the shamans wouldn’t approve of? They were still all standing there, staring at the rock, when the horns sounded. Father looked up, then whispered a soft prayer to the spren of their stone. The horns meant raiders on the southern coast. Stonewalkers. Szeth felt an immediate panic. “What do we do?” “Gather the sheep,” Father said. “Quickly. We must drive them toward Dison’s Valley on the other side of the town. The Farmer has troops in the region. We’ll be safe inland.” “But this?” Szeth said, gesturing to the rock. “This!” Mother, suddenly determined, reached down and grabbed it in her gloved hands. Together, all four of them froze, then looked toward their family stone. It sat there, unmoving. None of them were struck down. Szeth thought he could tell, from the way his parents slowly relaxed, that they hadn’t been certain. At least this indicated his parents hadn’t been secretly moving rocks around all his life. Mother walked over to a tree nearer their house, then carefully placed the stone into a gnarled nook among the roots and hid it with leaves. “That will do for now,” she said. “If raiders do come here, they’ll think nothing of a stone. They don’t reverence stone or the spren who live within them. You all gather the sheep; I’ll return this shovel.” Father and Elid went to do exactly that. Szeth hugged Molli, wishing this day had never begun. Chapter 28: Obstacle I do not have answers, and there will always be some who denounce me for this decision I made. But let me teach a truth here that is often misunderstood: sometimes, it is not weakness, but strength, to stand up and walk away. —From The Way of Kings, fourth parable Iyatil ran for the larger room, giving Shallan time to reach into her sleeve and activate the spanreed strapped to her arm. A long press, locked into position, which would make the ruby on the other spanreed pulse—indicating an emergency. Shallan turned to run up the steps. Radiant stopped her. She’d fooled Mraize and Iyatil. She’d done it. They were just people. Deadly, capable, manipulative. But people. In some ways less capable than Shallan, for if they genuinely had spren, they were very new to them. Perhaps barely a few days into their bonding. Instead of running, Radiant ripped away the stupid wig and mask. “Armor,” she commanded. Shallan! It encased her in a heartbeat, a bright glow from the front of her visor illuminating the room. Pattern followed at her summons, a brilliant, silvery sword. And Testament? She would not ask Testament to kill again. Shallan reached her left arm to the side, and Testament appeared as a powerful shield, affixed to her arm, light as a cloth glyphward. Shallan was no longer a child, confused, terrified, forced to kill with a gifted necklace. She had spoken Truth. And today she was the Radiant she’d once only imagined. From the larger room with the bales of hay, Iyatil shouted to the others. “The Lightweaver is here! She was impersonating Aleen!” Radiant stepped through the doorway, checking the corners. She leveled her weapon at Lieke, who had been right inside. He fled backward, stepping on purple fearspren. Radiant didn’t blame him. Facing a Shardbearer without Shards was not a wise proposition. Unless you were a storm-faced bridgeman, of course. Across the room, Mraize took her in, then smiled. Storm him, he was proud of her. He calmly raised his hand ballista and shot a normal, non-lit bolt. She deflected it easily with her shield, and was struck by a new fear. What would happen if anti-Light met a Shardweapon? Storms, they were in unknown territory. Iyatil ripped the ballista out of Mraize’s hands. Nearby, the other Ghostbloods were doing themselves credit. When Shallan had pulled similar operations on groups like the Sons of Honor, there had been mass chaos. The Ghostbloods moved with deliberate coordination, spreading out, two summoning Shardblades, others producing conventional weapons. Iyatil moved quickest of all, explaining why she’d retreated instead of engaging Shallan. Stabbing a Knight Radiant was basically useless; she needed something stronger. Iyatil pulled a bolt from Mraize’s pouch and raised a now-cocked ballista with it loaded, glowing bright. While Mraize had chosen a conventional bolt, Iyatil would shoot anti-Stormlight. Shallan ducked back into the trophy room. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the Ghostbloods retreating toward the west side of the large chamber. Storms, of course they’d have another exit. There was no way in Damnation’s cold winds they would trap themselves—which meant she couldn’t just hold this room and wait for the others. She stepped into the doorway and shouted, “Mraize!” Her helmet amplified the sound, as if she’d spoken with ten times the force. Wow. Shallan! the armor said, somehow conveying You’re welcome. Mraize stopped retreating and turned toward her. “Would you become the prey?” she demanded. “Running before the axehound?” “Even a master hunter hides from the storm,” he called back. “I will face you when it is time, little knife.” “Why not now?” she asked, advancing. Iyatil was pulling on Mraize’s arm to flee, ballista lowered to her side. Lieke opened a hidden door in the west wall. The others went through—one at a time, no pushing. Shallan held her hands to the sides, dismissing both Pattern and Testament. “Go find the others; see what is taking them so long,” she whispered to the spren. She could resummon them, but didn’t want to risk them if that bolt was loosed. Iyatil trained the ballista on her, but did not shoot. She knew she had exactly one shot. The others were escaping, but so long as Iyatil and Mraize were focused on Shallan, she bought time for the strike force to arrive. “I’ve seen Mishram,” Shallan said. “Lightning in her eyes. Hair like midnight. I’ve seen her.” That did it. The two fixated on her even more squarely. “Mishram is imprisoned,” Iyatil said. “Can any prison truly hold a god?” Shallan said, stepping forward. “Whatever advantage you think you can gain from her, you’re wrong. She is malevolent and terrible, the essence of hatred, imprisoned for two thousand years. She will destroy you, Mraize. Whatever your plan, it is not worth the risk.” Mraize clasped his hands behind his back, studying her. Her argument wasn’t a good one—Mraize was willing to make big wagers, and was not driven by fear—but it was all she’d been able to come up with on the spot. Still, he studied Radiant. Was he thinking about what she’d said… No, Veil thought. He’s thinking how we surprised him by sneaking in here. And how bold we are to stand here, staring down that weapon. “We don’t have to be enemies,” she said to him. “You aren’t my enemy,” he said. “You’re my obstacle.” Iyatil shifted. She’s going to shoot. Shallan dove to the side while breathing out and purposely ejecting all of her Stormlight. With some, she created two illusions: one of her jumping in the other direction, another staying in place. Iyatil tracked the correct Shallan, then loosed. Go! Shallan commanded the armor. Shallan? the spren sent, but obeyed, vanishing right as the crossbow bolt took her in the ribs. She tumbled in her dive, grunting at the sudden jolt of pain. She almost drew in Stormlight, but forcibly stopped herself. No. No. The bolt had a metal tip, with a gemstone clipped into the shaft. That tip… it was designed, like the weapons of the Fused, to move Light. In this case, it injected the anti-Light, making it seep through her. It wasn’t painful, not compared to the actual wound, but it was wrong. A cold that prowled through her veins, carried through her body with every beat of her heart. Painspren clawed up from the stone ground around her. This feeling was unnatural, counter to her very nature, but… she felt she could have drawn it in like normal Light. She decided not to try, as it did not seem to be able to hurt her so long as she set her jaw against the pain and refused the normal Stormlight that would heal her. Because if those two met… Through tears of pain, Shallan watched Mraize take Iyatil by the arm and gesture toward the exit. She instead pulled a knife from its sheath at her belt and moved toward Shallan. Then, blessedly, something distracted them. Shouts from the hidden hallway? The ceiling in the center of the room—between Shallan and the other two—melted. Stone in a hole maybe eight feet across poured down, as if it had suddenly become mud. It splashed on the floor of the cavern—missing the podium by inches and touching none of the people—then instantly hardened. Through that hole came a dozen Windrunners one after another—the last carrying Erinor, Darcira’s husband, a Stoneward. That explained the meltiness. Hand on her wound—bloodied fingers around the crossbow bolt—Shallan met Mraize’s eyes. Then he, Iyatil, and Lieke—who had been lingering—vanished. The air around them warped with a light tinged black-violet, and they were gone. * * * Szeth trailed off, having told Kaladin a little about his family as they walked through the forest for a few hours. A story of the discovery of a rock, told in fits and starts. Kaladin hadn’t interrupted, enjoying hearing the other man open up—plus, learning about the Shin was genuinely interesting. This time when Szeth trailed off, he didn’t continue. “You heard a horn?” Kaladin eventually prompted. “What did that mean?” “I’m done for now,” Szeth said. Kaladin sighed, but otherwise contained his annoyance. At least that story had been something. They soon reached a sharp drop-off. Here the trail wound down in a series of steep switchbacks, so they took a quick jaunt into the sky. Kaladin felt invigorated, bathed in the light of a sun that had passed its zenith and was now working toward the horizon. “Do you have forests near your home?” Szeth asked as they lazily drifted down, skimming the tops of the foliage. “Not like this,” Kaladin said. “I didn’t see a true forest until I reached the Shattered Plains, and took a trip to the harvesting operations a half day’s march north.” “I always thought there couldn’t be trees outside Shinovar,” Szeth said, Stormlight escaping his lips. “How could they grow in a land with no soil?” “And I,” Kaladin said, “never imagined you’d have them here. With nothing for their roots to grip.” Szeth grunted at that, then Lashed himself in a steady swoop along the mountainside. Kaladin followed as the trees dwindled, and they approached Shinovar proper: a vast plain of vibrant green. Kaladin had seen many a field before, but he realized that up until this moment, he’d never seen something so alive as this prairie. Though again, there were no lifespren, which he found odd. Regardless, fields back home had grass, but with more space between the blades, so the brown cremstone filtered through. Here the grass grew like moss, achieving an aggressive density. As if the individual blades had formed mobs, armies, pike blocks. Following Szeth, he landed on an outcropping on the slope. As Szeth sat down to inspect the land before them, Kaladin walked to the edge, his Stormlight giving out, and his full weight settled on him, his feet sinking into the soft soil to an unfamiliar degree. The entire view—with the rolling hills of green and a thick blanket of grass—made him think of an ocean. Each of those hills a swell or wave, with trees like ships. There was even what he thought might be a herd of wild horses in the distance. Incredible. “I see it now,” Kaladin whispered. “What?” Szeth asked. “I see how your land survives. That grass… it doesn’t move, doesn’t react. Yet it feels as if it could swallow everything. Like it wants to consume me.” “It will, once you die,” Szeth said softly. “It will take all of us. Undoubtedly later than we deserve.” What a delightful way of thinking. Syl landed next to Kaladin, becoming full sized and trimmed in violet. She was grinning, naturally. “Look at the solitary trees!” she said, pointing. “Look at them just sitting there alone, without a care in the world.” Here, trees didn’t need companions with whom to lock roots. But Kaladin, now that he thought to look closer, found the buildings more unusual. This region wasn’t terribly well populated, but he picked out one town, maybe the size of Hearthstone—and several lonely homesteads. Those buildings seemed so unprotected, practically shouting for the storms to take them. Though they were distant, he thought they were wooden, and appeared flimsy. With flat walls to the east, and windows on those sides as well. He knew people here didn’t have to fight the storms, but those homes unnerved him. Made him think the people must be weak, innocent, in need of protection. Like lost children wandering a battlefield. “This is wrong,” Szeth said. “Yeah,” Kaladin said, kneeling beside him in the knee-high grass. “How do people live here?” “Peacefully, when your kind let them,” Szeth said, his eyes narrowed. He sat somewhat awkwardly, the strange black sword strapped to his back. It was a good example of why one normally summoned a Shardblade, instead of carrying it. The weapon was awkwardly sized: too long to be worn at the waist, but difficult to draw when strapped to the back like that. Szeth glanced at him and shook his head. “Something is wrong here. Not the things you see with a stonewalker’s perspective, Kaladin. Look. Does that region seem… darker than it should?” Kaladin followed Szeth’s pointing finger to a rise on the right, along the cliffsides of the mountain. It was darker than the stones and soil around it. But… there was no visible cloud to cause that shadow. Kaladin narrowed his eyes and thought he could see wisps of blackness rising from it. “What’s over there?” Kaladin asked. “The monastery,” Szeth said. “We have ten of them. Most are homes of the Honorblades.” The legendary weapons of the Heralds. Szeth had wielded one when killing old King Gavilar. It, unfortunately, had fallen into other hands… the hands of a man who should have been Kaladin’s brother. “You keep the Honorblades in monasteries?” Kaladin asked. “One for each Radiant order, though Talmut’s is missing, of course, as is Nin’s. Ishu has claimed his too, now. Regardless, when a person is elevated as I was in my youth, they travel to each monastery on pilgrimage, training at those that have an Honorblade, mastering each Surge. That one ahead is the first I lived in, but it has no Blade.” “Which one is it?” Syl asked from the edge of their overlook, gazing straight along the mountainside to that distant fortress on the ridge. “Which Blade should it have held?” “Talmut’s,” Szeth said. “You call him Talenelat, or Taln. Stonesinew, the Bearer of Agonies.” “That darkness,” Kaladin said, “reminds me of the darkness around the Kholinar palace. An Unmade lived there. You really met one here, in Shinovar?” “Yes,” Szeth said softly. “When was this?” Kaladin said. “After you discovered a rock on your family’s ground?” He hoped to prompt more of the story. “The meeting was much later,” Szeth said, “but that day with the rock, and the raid… that was the beginning.” “Do you want to tell me more?” Kaladin asked. “None of that matters. All that matters is the quest.” “And the people, your family, the—” “None of it matters,” Szeth repeated. “We should camp here for the night and visit the monastery in the morning. Unless you want to investigate that place now.” Kaladin shoved aside his annoyance at Szeth and looked again at the patch of darkness. Then he glanced at the sun, which was getting close to setting. He wasn’t certain how all this connected—Ishar, Dalinar’s request of him, and Szeth’s story. But if there was an Unmade, he didn’t want to risk encountering it at night. Kaladin had faced them at Kholinar, where he’d failed to protect the people. Even the Unmade he’d eventually defeated—when it had worn Amaram’s body—had been extremely dangerous. “Camping sounds good,” Kaladin said. “But let’s do it farther back and around that bend, to shelter the cookfire.” “We don’t need a cookfire,” Szeth said. “We have travel rations.” Kaladin insisted, however. Thankfully Szeth joined him, and offered no further complaint about a cookfire. Because Kaladin needed this man to open up. And he figured he’d try an old standby. Excerpted from Wind and Truth, copyright © 2024 Dragonsteel Entertainment. 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A Dachshund escaped and ran around the field, outrunning all the hoomans trying to catch it, at an NFL game on Sunday, October 27. The “incident” happened during the Cleveland Browns game vs Baltimore Ravens. And while several Browns employees chased the dog around the field, the crowd erupted in cheers as it evaded all the hoomans trying to catch it. However, the dog was eventually caught, with some of the people in the crowd getting disappointed as they can be heard saying, “oh, they got him”. The video, which quickly became viral, was originally uploaded on TikTok by user ErnietheDog, with the caption, “Most entertaining part of the CLE Browns game”. The now-viral video, which was reuploaded a few times, has amassed almost a million likes and almost 8 million views on TikTok alone. Watch the video below to see the Dachshund zooming around the field as hoomans try to catch it! @csmosk #erniethedog #fyp #foryourpage #dogs #dogsoftiktok #funny #nfl #clevelandbrowns #cleveland #browns #funnydogs #wholetthedogsout ♬ Who Let The Dogs Out – Original – The Doggies

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As it shrinks, California's largest lake has grown into an environmental catastrophe for the local community.

As Election Day nears, CBS’s procedural drama FBI: Most Wanted took on the issue of hydraulic fracturing (AKA fracking) and CO2 pipelines, but even though the ecoterrorists were the bad guys, the vibe was sympathetic to their cause if not their violent methods of protest. The episode, “White Buffalo,” starts with two young friends, Trevor (Bubba Weiler) and Emma (Eddy Grace), destroying art in a museum as Emma shouts, “The temperature of the earth is increasing day by day by day!” A scuffle ensues with a security guard and Trevor accidentally shoots another guard dead with the first guard’s gun. The two escape and the FBI team learns they’re part of an environmentalist group called Global Climate Front. Further investigation leads Remy (Dylan McDermott) and Nina (Shantel VanSanten) to discover Emma is an oil heiress. They deduce Emma must likely be “trying to repay some karmic debt.” Meanwhile, an accomplice arrives to assist Trevor and Emma, and the FBI team interview a leader of the Global Climate Front: Trevor: Tori? Tori: Yeah, yeah, get in. Trevor: All right, that's her. We'll be fine. 'Cause if you come with me, Em, you'll be in the fight of your life, not just for me, but for all life. Or you can go back to the life that your father gave you... The one subsidized by the rape and murder of our planet. Emma: I'm coming with you. Norbert: I mean, look, we want people to pay attention to global warming, to decrease the output of greenhouse gases so that our kids might have a chance at clean air and a summer where the temperature isn't over a hundred 14 days in a row. But we do not believe in communicating our message with violence. It's in our charter. Hana: Yeah, we'll be taking this laptop. Remy: Have Trevor and Emma ever been violent in the past? Norbert: No. But Trevor has a temper. Emma's way more easygoing. Remy: So, she's following his lead here? Hana: When was the last time you spoke to Emma or Trevor? Norbert: This morning before all hell broke loose. Remy: You planned for this chaos, to deface the artwork with pig blood. Any other stunts we should know about, Norbert? Norbert: The vote next week to save the polar bears up in Alaska. We're considering a sit-in at the senator's house. Hana: Just a sit-in? Norbert: Yes. When the trio arrives at Tori’s (Ellen Tamaki) farmhouse, Tori claims fracking poisoned her water, gave her a thyroid problem, killed her mother, and made her entire town sick: Tori: I know it’s not much but, uh, this is where I grew up. Me and my mayma, may she rest in peace. Emma: I'm sorry for your loss, Tori. Tori: She'd been sick for years. Um, everyone around these parts has been. I've had a thyroid problem my whole life. Trevor: God, what is it, this disgusting water? Tori: It's gotta be. We're on the Marcellus Shale deposit, so oil companies have been fracking this area for years. They just bleed us dry, get us sick, and then leave. That's why I wanna help you guys. I really believe in what you're doing. And I really think you didn't mean to shoot that guard. Emma: Thanks. I'm really glad you're on our team. I believe in you too. Trevor: Was one of the companies that fracked here Henstep Gas and Oil? Tori: Yeah, how'd you know? Trevor: Just saw one of their tanker trucks go by. See, there goes another one. Tori: You know, I've been noticing them the past couple of days, but I don't know where they're going because all the wells around here are closed. Trevor explains that Henstep is building a CO2 pipeline. “It's supposedly a good thing,” he says, “but the reason it's taken so long is this stuff is totally dangerous and bad for the environment.” There are very strict safety standards for CO2 pipelines, which provide invaluable benefits: cleaner air, enhanced economic development, job creation, support of domestic energy production, and many more . Of course, the writers didn’t mention any of that. The FBI team reviews an aerial photo of Tori’s farm and notes it’s on Marcellus Shale, leading Remy to remark, “That land’s been fracked within an inch of its life.” The terrorist trio hijacks a Henstep tanker after Trevor kills the driver and they wreak a ton of havoc as they try to escape. They release the truck’s 6,000 gallons of carbon dioxide outside an apple orchard filled with families, which depletes oxygen making it difficult to breathe. As the FBI works to shut down the gas and save the affected victims, Remy confronts a higher-up at Henstep. He’s painted as a heartless, money-hungry man, though he makes several valid points: Elliot: Do you know how long it took us to get that thing up and running? Seven years. I'm not shutting it down now based on a hunch. Remy: It's more than a hunch. We know our two fugitives are targeting your pipeline. Elliot: Where? Remy: Don't know yet. Elliot: It's over 70 miles long, Agent Scott, except for the part over near Everett that's still under construction. Remy: Is that why you're still using tanker trucks? Elliot: It's just temporary till we finish. We're really doing the residents here a favor with our carbon capture. Remy: What, are you getting some kind of tax break for all this? Elliot: Damn right. It's called a 45Q. And after all the money we've invested, I need this pipeline to be operational before the whole company goes under. Remy: You know what happens if they blow that pipeline, right? Lots of people will die. Elliot: My hands are really tied here. Remy: Where are your priorities, man? If you don't shut that pipeline down… you think Exxon Valdez was bad? Elliot: Exxon survived significant challenges, and so will we. Look, I'll get these photos over to our security team and make sure everyone's aware of the threat. I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be intimidated about a bunch of pissant ecoterrorists. Remy: Show me the map of the pipeline. Elliot: What? Remy: I'm done playing with you! Show me the map! As Emma and Trevor hide out in a barn (Tori got left behind at the apple orchard), the two “pledge allegiance to the planet and to the destruction of companies who rape and murder her”: Emma: A white Buffalo was born at Yellowstone. Trevor: A white Buffalo? Emma: Yeah, it's a sign that the Earth is at a crossroads. Trevor: What is that, some kind of Dancing with Wolves thing? Like, Tatanka, Tatanka. Emma: It's Lakota. Jeez. It's a sign that there's hope, but that more must be done to protect the Earth. Trevor: Huh. Well, then I'd say that this white Buffalo is right on time. Look at how much we've accomplished so far. Emma: Two people are dead because of us. Trevor: They brought attention to us, to our mission. We're all over the news. Everyone's talking about us. Don't you see how great that is? How else are we gonna change the world? Save the world. You see it, right? Violence is the answer. Why else was that baby white Buffalo born today, right now, if not a sign that we are on the right path? Emma: Yeah, I guess so. Trevor: Emma, do you pledge allegiance to our planet, to the destruction of companies who rape and murder her? Emma: I do. Trevor: I do too. Emma. Now that we have the world's attention, let's show them how dangerous these pipelines really are. Emma: How? Trevor: You remember what that warning on the truck visor said? "Danger: If heated, might explode." Trevor discovers Henstep is illegally fracking with CO2. Which doesn’t really make any sense, but okay. He sets fire to the pipeline as the FBI team arrives, and a dramatic plea is made to Emma to surrender so she can stay alive to help fight for the planet. Emma proclaims, “The earth is doomed,” but eventually surrenders: Trevor: Whatever happens, this has been fun. Emma: Fun? Remy: Release the hostage and surrender. Emma: No, don't shoot me, please. Remy: Then let him go. Emma: Please don't shoot me. Hostage: Listen to him, Emma. Remy: Ray, Hana, handle the fire. Emma: What are you doing? Remy: I'll ask the same of you. This is an innocent man here. Killing him is not gonna save the planet. Emma: At least his death will be linked to me, to what I believe in, that these pipelines, the drilling, the fracking is causing our planet to burn up. Remy: I'm just as worried about all this as you are, Emma. Emma: Your generation has left a mess for mine. Trevor's dead. What else do I have to live for? Even that little white Buffalo, the sign of a better time to come, it died! The Earth is doomed! Nina: If you really believed that you wouldn't be fighting so hard to save it. Emma, you can do a lot more alive than you can dead. Look, I know your family made its money in oil, but you can carve out a different identity for yourself. Emma: No. Nina: Yes, you can. Away from your father, away from it all. You can put an end to oil wells like this. Violence isn't the answer. Just hand me the gun. It's over. Come on. Remy: You're under arrest for domestic terrorism and accomplice to murder. Let's go, Patty Hearst. We can read between the lines, FBI: Most Wanted. We see your not-so-hidden anti-fracking agenda. We’re supposed to believe the fracking claims that have been debunked and feel sad this girl was driven to extremes because of the “evil” she had to live with as an oil heiress. We’re not buying it, and neither are the viewers who are educated enough to understand the many benefits of fracking, including increasing America’s energy independence, creating jobs, lowering energy costs, and boosting local economies, just to name a few. If Hollywood resorts to lies and omitting facts to promote their agenda, it becomes pretty obvious they’re on the wrong side of the debate.

YouTube is still suppressing ongoing discussions on the safety and efficacy of COVID-19 vaccines and treatment nearly five years after the start of the pandemic. Eagle Forum hosted its Eagle Council 52 conference last month, which featured a plethora of speakers including renowned cardiologist and epidemiologist Dr. Peter McCullough. During his speech, Dr. McCullough mentioned some of the most pernicious impacts of the COVID-19 virus and vaccines. He also noted how censorship continues to impact discussions surrounding health and the pandemic. YouTube, however, censored Eagle Forum’s video of Dr. McCullough’s speech for allegedly “violating YouTube’s Community Guidelines.” Eagle Forum President Kris Ullman blasted YouTube for its censorship in exclusive comments to MRC Free Speech America. “Dr. McCullough spoke eloquently about the dangers to medicine and science when certain opinions are silenced. The idea that YouTube can censor a practicing doctor, who actually treated COVID patients, is outrageous,” she said.   Ulman added, “We are shocked that YouTube wants to prevent the public from hearing his views. This censorship actually damages Americans' faith in public health and the media. It must stop.” Although it is unclear exactly why YouTube removed the video from its platform, it seems that McCullough ran afoul of its Medical Misinformation policy, which absurdly forbids: “Claims that an approved COVID-19 vaccine will cause death, infertility, miscarriage, autism, or contraction of other infectious diseases” and “[c]laims that vaccines do not reduce the severity of illness, including hospitalization or death.”  But the cardiologist was frank about the health impact he is seeing both as a result of the COVID-19 virus and the vaccine. “Now in about 5 to 10 percent of people who took the vaccine, they have serious problems with the vaccine,” he said. McCullough continued, noting that the audience previously did a show of hands for those who knew someone who had experienced an adverse event. “You know what [the adverse impacts] are: heart damage, cardiac arrest, heart failure, stroke, neurologic injury, neuropathy, what’s called POTS (a dizziness and heart palpitations), blood clots like we’ve never seen before, the largest blood clots we’ve ever seen before – both with the infection and the vaccine, not just the vaccine, both – and then immunologic problems.”  He went on to suggest that he and other medical professionals are “hoping and praying” that COVID-19 and the vaccines for the disease do not cause or accelerate cancer. McCullough also noted many people have not only been injured by the vaccine but have died from it. “We could not have conceived a poison, a toxin to the population that accelerates all major forms of human death. We could not have imagined something — a [spike] protein — that could have been designed to cause so much human misery.” According to MRC Free Speech America’s exclusive CensorTrack database, McCullough has been censored by social media companies 16 additional times whether it be his posts, other users quoting him or clips of him speaking for media appearances.  McCullough is also one of no fewer than 40 medical professionals and scientists who have now been censored by Big Tech since the start of the pandemic, according to CensorTrack data. Many of them have been censored multiple times.  MRC Free Speech America has also now recorded over 1300 cases of censorship related to COVID-19 or the related vaccines. This is up from the over 800 cases CensorTrack had recorded by February 2022. YouTube did not respond to MRC Free Speech America’s request for comment. Eagle Forum is a member of the MRC-led Free Speech Alliance. Conservatives are under attack. Contact your representatives and demand that Big Tech be held to account to mirror the First Amendment while providing transparency, clarity on so-called hate speech and equal footing for conservatives. If you have been censored, contact us using CensorTrack’s contact form, and help us hold Big Tech accountable.

On Thursday night, NewsNation host Chris Cuomo reflected on the previous night’s massive town hall featuring Dana White, Stephen A. Smith, Bill O’Reilly, Mark Cuban, Robert F. Kenndy Jr., and our friend Tiffany Justice to name a few in front of a packed studio audience. Cuomo expressed his admiration for his team and support from the network, but told viewers the hour of civic dialogue reflected how the country will, if ever, find its way out of our divisive politics. From a ratings standpoint, Nielsen Media Research found it pulled in its second-highest rating ever for the 8:00 p.m. Eastern hour with 252,000 total viewers, representing a jump of nearly 20 percent and put the network on track as of late Thursday for its second-best week ever in primetime.     Cuomo declared off the top that he’s never “been as proud as I am tonight since we first started here at NewsNation because as you know, I wasn’t sure I was ever coming back to TV” and “[t]he town hall-a-palooza...has been such a confirmation of what I know we can be about and not just because it did well..but...I’m just so happy, I guess, is the right word.” “We pulled off something — I mean, I know most of you guys, this won’t matter to you. But I got to tell any media, people who are watching this. The team, as small as we have at a startup like NewsNation that had doesn’t — just hasn’t had a lot of reps doing these kinds of productions, no one has ever done anything of this scale,” he explained, adding the sheer number of guests on-hand would normally take weeks at other networks. Cuomo pivoted to his wider point that, “[i]n a world of constant attack commercials” and both campaigns painting an existential crisis if they don’t win, no one seems to be interested in “constructive dialogue.” He argued the real necessity of a strong interview and dialogue writ large is having the views of guests “test[ed].” While he expressed some misgivings with Joe Rogan podcast, he said he “give[s] Rogan credit” for “adding something that’s helpful” in that his shows has shown “[c]onversation is the cure” to our political divide. He even admitted he’s a different person from the combative personality at CNN: The reason you love last night, it was actual disagreement. But with decency. You should have seen the buzz during the commercials between all the different people, regardless of party and I know that was happening even on social media — that dumpster fire...Listen, I’m interviewing a president or someone wants to be president. I’ll be conversational, but I got to test them. But not, you know, when it’s people who just are from the party or their pundits or their, you know, experts you gotta be conversational. It can’t just be straight combative. That’s the operative theory of my show and my podcast and happens to be the answer to most frequent misconception that I’m somehow different since I left CNN. Well, I’m different as a person because I got shit-canned and had to figure out how to deal with it. But on the man. It’s just a different time.  Amid banter with and dole out thanks to his lead producer Alexandra “Dusty” Cohen, Cuomo said too much of the country’s “not fighting about what matters” when it should be about issues (click “expand”): You got to put out the different ideas because I trust you to make your own choices. As long as you can just get a fair shake at being exposed to contrasting ideas, so thank you for proving me right. And let’s do it again, alright? And I want to thank my bosses because let me tell you, this is not an ambitious business. It’s not an innovator’s business. They all came last night and they allowed us to try something that nowhere else I’d ever been would even think of trying.  (....) But you know what we learned last night is our politics is being dominated by magnified minorities because of social media. And that’s how you get that disconnect, number to answer my own question that I started with last night, 81 percent of the people say we’re more divided than united and its more that they’ve yet 70 percent say we all want the same things. What is the answer to that riddle? Because those two — thosetwo takes should not go together. I think we it’s because they are reacting to social media, but they know that’s not their reality. To see the relevant transcript from October 31, click “expand.” NewsNation’s Cuomo October 31, 2024 8:00 p.m. Eastern ANDREW CUOMO: I have to tell you. I haven’t been as proud as I am tonight since we first started here at NwsNation because as you know, I wasn’t sure I was ever coming back to TV. The town hall-a-palooza, however, you want to call it, has been such a confirmation of what I know we can be about and not just because it did well, and it really did do well for NewsNation, even though last night we were up against one of the most exciting World Series games that happened to involve the two biggest TV markets that I’ve ever seen. And by the way, I’m a Yankees fan and of course, they lost but was still in amazing game. But here’s why. I’m just so happy, I guess is the right word. We pulled off something — I mean, I know most of you guys, this won’t matter to you. But I got to tell any media, people who are watching this. The team, as small as we have at a startup like NewsNation that had doesn’t — just hasn’t had a lot of reps doing these kinds of productions, no one has ever done anything of this scale. I’m telling you. I’ve been with the best most experienced shops. We would spend weeks getting a single guest and some audience questions going for a town hall and it should take time and it’s not easy. I had more co-hosts that I’ve ever seen, let alone guests and the real relief, though. I’m happy for the team. I really am, but why you guys like that. In a world of constant attack commercials, I can’t even turn on my TV. I can’t even look at my phone and all of it is one note which side is worse scaring you to death a racist versus a radical. That’s what it is. That’s all it is. Trump sees nothing and no one. That is any good in this country except himself. And Harris, look, she’s taken the low road. He is wildly unpopular, but to just and mainly constantly encourage the idea that he’s a dictator in waiting, that’s the best? There’s no constructive dialogue. Interviews that do get reach like Rogan, it’s a wet kiss. Oh, he’s not an interviewer. He’s just a conversationalist. That’s great. I love the podcast. Not so much because of him but because of the guests, because they want his reach right? But that’s not what — I’m not here to have a conversation alone with someone in power. You have to test them. You have to test them and look, I give Rogan credit now. And I’ll explain why in a second. Because he is adding something that’s helpful but not in the context of talking to people who seek or hold power, if they’re going to bullshit you the whole time. I think we could get the straight — gay vote — the gay male vote, says Vance. Really? When Trump just called Anderson Cooper one of the best known men in the media and America Allison, really? What is this? Fourth grade? And it goes on. Nobody say anything. Rogan lets him — you know. The reason you love last night, it was actual disagreement. But with decency. You should have seen the buzz during the commercials between all the different people, regardless of party and I know that was happening even on social media — that dumpster fire. Why? Rogan has it right. Conversation is the cure. All right. Listen, I’m interviewing a president or someone wants to be president. I’ll be conversational, but I got to test them. But not, you know, when it’s people who just are from the party or their pundits or their, you know, experts you gotta be conversational. It can’t just be straight combative. That’s the operative theory of my show and my podcast and happens to be the answer to most frequent misconception that I’m somehow different since I left CNN. Well, I’m different as a person because I got shit-canned and had to figure out how to deal with it. But on the man. It’s just a different time. I could shred Trump every night like tissue paper and any of his surrogates, okay? I’m not gassing myself up. I’ve been doing this a long time. I study hard. I do it at a high level and I could also wow, you with what I know about the Democrats and what they’re not being and it would spin your head. Where would all that aggression get me? Where? Where would it get us? Me? It’d get me a bigger following. Okay. What does that do? A battle to the — exactly where we are is where it gets a battle to the bottom more divided than we should ever be and over nothing, okay? Not-troversies and nonsense. We are not fighting about what matters. I know deep in my bones and last night is proof of premise. Conversation is the cure. You got to put out the different ideas because I trust you to make your own choices. As long as you can just get a fair shake at being exposed to contrasting ideas, so thank you for proving me right. And let’s do it again, alright? And I want to thank my bosses because let me tell you, this is not an ambitious business. It’s not an innovator’s business. They all came last night and they allowed us to try something that nowhere else I’d ever been would even think of trying. And Dusty, please come up here for a second — Dusty, she pulled this off was her idea with the tiniest team in the business. She pulled it off last night. Amazing. Amzing.. Thank you. Congratulations to you. And the team like look at all the empty seats anywhere. ALEXANDRA “DUSTY” COHEN: There’s nobody here. They’re tired from last night. CUOMO: You’re the only one who should be tired and you’re but I’ll tell you, I was very gratified. I don’t really care about the ratings. You know, we’re building here. I get it. And we’re up against the World Series. But it was better. I — and I thought I would get, you know, a lot of hate just because it’s me. It couldn’t have gone any better. And for the right reasons. And with real people. COHEN: Real people. And you know, what’s funny just want to say is a little behind the scenes. I want to do this quickly. But test was after the show, which is always the show after the show, right — is that all the big things you, Bill O’Reilly, Stephen A. Smith, Geraldo Rivera, Bobby Kennedy, Sarah Palin, everybody was in the back. O’Reilly ordered pizza pies for everybody and everybody was just having great time after the show and I thought everybody was going leave angry and it was just the opposite. And that was really that really summed up the night. You know, it ended as well as it started. CUOMO: I mean, even Cuban — Cuban — was slicing and dicing and last night, but Dana White was here for it. You know, O’Reilly, know, was as nice as he can be about it. (....) 8:08 p.m. Eastern CUOMO: But you know what we learned last night is our politics is being dominated by magnified minorities because of social media. And that’s how you get that disconnect, number to answer my own question that I started with last night, 81 percent of the people say we’re more divided than united and its more that they’ve yet 70 percent say we all want the same things. What is the answer to that riddle? Because those two — thosetwo takes should not go together. I think we it’s because they are reacting to social media, but they know that’s not their reality.  COHEN: And I think it I really want you to get to work. We’ve got a huge show tonight. We just UFO breaking news. But I also want to just say that I think you we try and I’m gonna regret saying this, but we should do something very similar in the couple weeks after the election because things are going to be — there’s going to be even more to talk about. And let’s see if people can behave the same way they did last night. That’ll be a interesting test, I think. CUOMO: I think the farther away from the election you go, the more reasonable it will be. You just got to see — we set a very high bar anyway, ok? Anyway, thank you very much for what you did. I love you and thank you.

Tens of millions of illegal aliens have stolen into the U.S. since January 2021, killing citizens, tracking in lethal drugs and once-controlled diseases, siphoning taxpayer-funded welfare benefits, displacing schoolchildren, and in some cases, threatening the integrity of American elections. Rather than take ownership for the deadly crisis, border czar Kamala Harris has repeatedly blamed President Donald Trump and Republican lawmakers for the failure of the so-called "bipartisan" border bill, which Democrats have memorialized as a kind of would-be panacea. Pennsylvania Sen. John Fetterman (D) did his best to amplify this narrative on the Saturday episode of "The Joe Rogan Experience," but the titular host made clear he wasn't buying what the senator was selling. Rogan suggested that Democrats aren't looking for a solution to the border crisis but are instead using the border crisis to solve their problem of incomplete political control. 'You're rigging the system.' When discussing the matter of immigration, Fetterman told Rogan, "Democrats are saying, 'Hey though, we need a secure border, we — you know — it's a significant issue.' And if I thought there was any kinds of issues and I've been very vigilant throughout, I've been actively involved in those kinds of things, and I've never witnessed those kinds of a thing." "What do you mean by 'issues?'" said Rogan. "Like, what kind of issues are you talking about? You're talking about people letting people in, in order to get votes?" "Well, it's not, there's not that level kinds. I don't think there's that level of kinds of organization," responded the senator. Rogan balked at the suggestion that the crisis underway is not courtesy of some coordinated efforts, stating: But there is a [level of] organization that's moving these people to swing states. There is a significant number of these people that are illegal immigrants that have made their way to swing states. And then there's been calls for amnesty. There's been calls for allowing these people to have a pathway to citizenship and allow them to vote. The fear that a lot of people have is that this is a coordinated effort to take these people that you're allowing to come into the country, then you're providing them with all sorts of services like food stamps and housing and setting them up, and then providing a pathway to amnesty. And then you would have voters that would be significantly voting towards the Democrats because they're the people that enabled them to come into the country in the first place, first place and provided them with those services. "This is a big fear that people have," added Rogan, "that you're rigging the system and that this will turn all these states into essentially locked-blue like California is." This fear was recently expressed by Elon Musk, who noted on his social media platform, "The Dems have imported massive numbers of illegals to swing states. Triple digit increases over the past 4 years! Their STATED plan is to give them citizenship as soon as possible, turning all swing states Dem. America would then become a one-party, deep blue socialist state." Musk was referencing data that suggested the Biden-Harris administration was flooding red states with inadmissible migrants under the Cuba, Haiti, Nicaragua, and Venezuela program. 'The apportionment of House seats and votes in the Electoral College among the states is based on total population — not citizenship or legal status.' Rogan's suggestion left Fetterman stammering. After re-centering himself with the defeatist suggestion, "Immigration is always going to be a tough issue in our nation," the senator proceeded to recycle Harris' suggestion that the "bipartisan" border bill was a step in the right direction but was ultimately tripped up by Trump. "They had an opportunity to do a comprehensive border, bipartisan [bill] and that went down because Trump, he declared that, that, that's, that's a bad deal after it was negotiated with the other side," said Fetterman, glossing over Democrats' rejection of the robust Secure the Border Act of 2023 from Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Texas) just months earlier. Having evidently looked into the specifics of the Emergency National Security Supplemental Appropriations Act, H. R. 815, Rogan responded, "But didn't that deal also involve amnesty? And didn't that deal also involve a significant number of illegal aliens being allowed into the country every year? I think it was 2 million people." Blaze News previously reported that the bill included emergency authority provisions that would enable the federal government to shut down the border if the average number of illegal alien encounters reached between 4,000 and 5,000 per day for seven consecutive days. Over 1.4 million illegal aliens could therefore steal into the country without triggering a clamp down. "So it was still the same sort of situation," continued Rogan. "Their fear is exactly what I talked about: that these people will be moved to swing states and that will be used to essentially rig those states and turn them blue forever." When Fetterman attempted to dive back into empty rhetoric, Rogan intimated that it only took Republicans tens of thousands of votes across several counties to win certain states in 2016, so tens of millions of illegal aliens, strategically placed then rendered loyal to Democrats with handouts and amnesty, could "rig those states undeniably." Steven Camarota, the director of research for the Center of Immigration Studies, noted in a recent op-ed that illegal aliens don't necessarily have to vote to impact American elections. The apportionment of House seats and votes in the Electoral College among the states is based on total population — not citizenship or legal status. The Census Bureau is clear that naturalized citizens, as well as non-citizens such as green card holders, foreign students, guestworkers and illegal immigrants are captured in the census every 10 years. Accordingly, political operatives playing the long game need only deluge blue states with illegal aliens to increase their representation in Congress and the Electoral College. Because the legal and illegal immigrant population is so large and unevenly distributed across the country, it causes some states to gain seats in the U.S. House of Representatives and Electoral College at the expense of others. A Center for Immigration Studies investigation revealed last week that the inclusion of legal and illegal immigrants in the 2020 census shifted 17 House seats. Fetterman told Rogan, "Immigration is changing our nation," stressing that it is "generally for a good thing." Like Blaze News? Bypass the censors, sign up for our newsletters, and get stories like this direct to your inbox. Sign up here!