JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 05:01 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 20 September 2014 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2014/09/youve-got-to-ask-yourself-one-question.html
http://www.excite.com/tv/prog.jsp?id=MV003331980000&s=201409200000&sid=64593&sn=SPIKPHD&st=201409200100&cn=640
excite tv
Battle: Los Angeles (2011)
640 SPIKPHD: Saturday, September 20 1:00 AM [ 20 September 2014 Pacific Time USA ]
2011, PG-13, **, 01:56, Color, English, United States,
After the world's great cities fall, a Marine staff sergeant (Aaron Eckhart) and his platoon make a last stand against alien invaders.
Cast: Aaron Eckhart, Michelle Rodriguez, Ramon Rodriguez
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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1217613/releaseinfo
IMDb
Battle Los Angeles (2011)
Release Info
USA 8 March 2011 (Westwood, California) (premiere)
http://www.azlyrics.com/d/duran.html
AZ
DURAN DURAN
album: [ Duran Duran ] (1993)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/duranduran/ordinaryworld.html
AZ
DURAN DURAN
"Ordinary World"
Came in from a rainy Thursday
On the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV
And the radio
Still I can't escape the ghost of you
What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some are saying
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Passion or coincidence
Once prompted you to say
"Pride will tear us both apart"
Well now pride's gone out the window
Cross the rooftops
Run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart
What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Papers in the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk
And I don't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265086/quotes
IMDb
Black Hawk Down (2001)
Quotes
"Hoot": When I go home people'll ask me, "Hey Hoot, why do you do it man? What, you some kinda war junkie?" You know what I'll say? I won't say a goddamn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you, and that's it. That's all it is.
http://articles.latimes.com/1995-07-05/news/mn-20449_1_space-station
Los Angeles Times
U.S., Russian Spacecraft Go Separate Ways : Docking: Shuttle Atlantis ends historic 5-day linkup with space station. It leaves with three crewmen who have been in orbit since mid-March.
July 05, 1995 from Associated Press
HOUSTON — Astronauts and cosmonauts watched their ships part and fade into the blackness of space Tuesday in an orbital pirouette that ended five days of flying as a single craft.
"We're just shaking our heads at how quickly this has all gone by," said Charles Precourt, pilot of the U.S. space shuttle Atlantis.
"We agree with that. . . . We agree 100%," Atlantis' commander, Robert L. (Hoot) Gibson, replied as he backed the shuttle away from the station. "In one of the simulations, the words 'cosmic ballet' came to mind, and I guess that's where we are now."
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265086/quotes
IMDb
Black Hawk Down (2001)
Quotes
Blackburn: Hey man, there's a line.
"Hoot": I know.
Blackburn: And this isn't the back of it.
"Hoot": Yeah, I know.
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http://www.cbsnews.com/news/aclu-sex-in-restroom-stalls-is-private/
CBSNEWS
By CBSNEWS AP January 16, 2008, 11:46 AM
ACLU: Sex In Restroom Stalls Is Private
The ACLU argued that even if Craig was inviting the officer to have sex, his actions wouldn't be illegal.
http://www.history.com/topics/watergate
HISTORY
WATERGATE SCANDAL
Early in the morning of June 17, 1972, several burglars were arrested inside the office of the Democratic National Committee (DNC), located in the Watergate building in Washington, D.C. This was no ordinary robbery: The prowlers were connected to President Richard Nixon’s reelection campaign, and they had been caught while attempting to wiretap phones and steal secret documents. While historians are not sure whether Nixon knew about the Watergate espionage operation before it happened, he took steps to cover it up afterwards, raising “hush money” for the burglars, trying to stop the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) from investigating the crime, destroying evidence and firing uncooperative staff members. In August 1974, after his role in the Watergate conspiracy had finally come to light, the president resigned. His successor, Gerald Ford, immediately pardoned Nixon for all the crimes he “committed or may have committed” while in office. Although Nixon was never prosecuted, the Watergate scandal changed American politics forever, leading many Americans to question their leadership and think more critically about the presidency.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: April 11 2011
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 04/11/11 7:17 AM
I cannot believe they raised the prices on those disgusting goddamned washing machines in this building. I stood there yesterday and watched the rinse cycle run water through a mold and mildew covered bucket that is marked for adding fabric softener to the rinse cycle. Some of them smell pretty bad too. They could have at least cleaned them up if they are going to make me pay more money to wash my clothes there. Damn I wish I could afford a better apartment. I have been thinking again about moving out to Spokane when this lease expires later this year but I don't think these parasites are going to let me do that. I hate them so much.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 04/11/11 7:25 AM
I've still got about seven months left on this current lease.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 04/11/11 10:51 AM
As much as I hate to sit around waiting for something to happen, of which I am at this moment bored beyond belief, I am going to schedule the next test for about two hours from now.
The test is based on certain details that I am now describing in my journal at this particular time of day.
What I want to do is, in a few minutes from now, select a target time for the test and then at that specific time listen for the song that is playing on FM 102.5 KZOK Seattle Washington and listen for details that seem significant and relevant to this test.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 04/11/11 10:55 AM
So far, the only details I have examined on the internet, of which is in high interest to the Bill Gates-Al Qaeda insurgent forces that infest the State of Washington in the United States, are the details in the next entry I record here in my journal on this personal computer that does not have hardware that has network capability and that is not connected by wire or wireless means to any other computer.
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http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=battle-los-angeles-aka-world-invasion-battle-la
Springfield! Springfield!
Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA (2011)
Mottorola.
Mottorola?
Oh, come on. Mottorola, you copy?
Lenihan, where are you?
Staff sergeant?
Jesus Christ. I had to turn my radio|off. These things are everywhere.
What's your location?
I'm in the laundry room|of some apartment complex.
http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/79701/Clancy_-_Red_Storm_Rising.txt
Red Storm Rising (1986)
Tom Clancy
6 – The Watchers
Lowe's uniform blouse hung in the comer. Toland sipped at his coffee and surveyed its four rows of decorations. There were three repeat pips on his Vietnam service ribbon. And a Navy Cross. Dressed in the olive-green sweater affected by Marine officers, Lowe was not a big man, and his Midwest accent gave evidence of a relaxed, almost bored outlook on life. But his brown eyes said something else entirely. Colonel Lowe was thinking along Toland's lines already, and he was not the least happy about it.
"Chuck, if they are really preparing for some action-action on a large scale, they just can't mess with a few colonels. Something else will start showing up. They'll have to do some work at the bottom, too."
"Red Storm Rising"
"Yeah, that's the next thing we have to look for. I sent a request into DIA yesterday. From now on, when Red Star comes out, the attach??? in Moscow will send a photo-facsimile to us via satellite. If they start doing that, it'll sure as hell turn up in Kraznaya Zvesda. Bob, I think you've opened a very interesting can of worms, and you're not going to be alone examining it."
Toland finished his coffee. The Soviets had taken an entire class of fleet ballistic missile submarines out of service. They were conducting arms talks in Vienna. They were buying grain from America and Canada under surprisingly favorable terms, even allowing American hulls to handle 20 percent of the cargo. How did this jibe with the signs he had seen? Logically it didn't, except in one specific case-and that wasn't possible. Was it?
SHPOLA, THE UKRAINE
The crashing sound of the 125mm tank gun was enough to strip the hair off your head, Alekseyev thought, but after five hours of running this exercise, it came through his ear protectors as a dull ringing sound. This morning the ground had been covered with grass and dotted with new saplings, but now it was a uniform wasteland of mud, marked only with the tread marks of T-80 main battle tanks and BMP armored infantry fighting vehicles. Three times the regiment had run this exercise, simulating a frontal assault of tanks and mounted infantry against an enemy of equal strength. Ninety mobile guns had supplied fire support, along with a battery of rocket launchers. Three times.
Alekseyev turned, removing his helmet and earmuffs to look at the regimental commander. "A Guards regiment, eh, Comrade Colonel? Elite soldiers of the Red Army? These tit-sucking children couldn't guard a Turkish whorehouse, much less do anything worthwhile inside of it! And what have you been doing for the past four years commanding this rolling circus, Comrade Colonel? You have learned to kill your whole command three times! Your artillery observers are not located properly. Your tanks and infantry carriers still can't coordinate their movements, and your tank gunners can't find targets three meters high! If that had been a NATO force holding that ridge, you and your command would be dead!" Alekseyev examined the colonel's face. His demeanor was changing from red-fear to white-anger. Good. "The loss of these people is no great penalty for the State, but that is valuable equipment, burning valuable fuel, shooting valuable ordnance, and taking up my valuable time! Comrade Colonel, I must leave you now. First I will throw up. Then I will fly to my command post. I will be back. When I come back, we will run this exercise again. Your men will perform properly, Comrade Colonel, or you will spend the rest of your miserable life counting trees!"
Alekseyev stomped off, not even acknowledging the colonel's salute. His adjutant, a full colonel of tank troops, held open the door and got in behind his boss.
"Shaping up rather well, eh?" Alekseyev asked.
"Not well enough, but there has been progress," the colonel allowed. "They have only another six weeks before they have to start moving west."
It was the wrong thing to say. Alekseyev had spent two weeks chivvying this division toward combat readiness, only to learn the day before that it had been allocated to Germany instead of toward his own as-yet incomplete plan to descend into Iraq and Iran. Already four divisions-all of his elite Guards tank units-had been taken away, and each change in CINC-Southwest's order of battle forced him to restructure his own plan for the Gulf An endless circle. He was being forced to select less-ready units, forcing Alekseyev to devote more time to unit training and less time to the plan that had to be completed in another two weeks.
"Those men are going to have a very busy six weeks. What about the commander?" the colonel asked.
Alekseyev shrugged. "He's been in this job too long. Forty-five is too old for this kind of command, and he reads his fucking parade manuals too much instead of going out in the field. But a good man. Too good to be sent counting trees." Alekseyev chuckled heavily. It was a Russian saying that dated back to the czars. People exiled to Siberia were said to have nothing to do but count trees. Another of the things Lenin had changed. Now people in the Gulag had plenty to do. "The last two times they did well enough to succeed, I think. This regiment will be ready, along with the whole division."
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:36 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 27 April 2016
