https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childhood%27s_End
Childhood's End
From Wikipedia
Childhood's End is a 1953 science fiction novel by the British author Arthur C. Clarke. The story follows the peaceful alien invasion of Earth by the mysterious Overlords, whose arrival begins decades of apparent utopia under indirect alien rule, at the cost of human identity and culture.
"Childhood's End" by "Arthur C. Clarke"
I. EARTH AND THE OVERLORDS
“You've often told me, Rikki, that no matter how unlike you we are physically, the human race would soon grow accustomed to us. That shows a lack of imagination on your part. It would probably be true in your case, but you must remember that most of the world is still uneducated by any reasonable standards, and is riddled with prejudices and superstitions that may take decades to eradicate.
“You will grant that we know something of human psychology. We know rather accurately what would happen if we revealed ourselves to the world in its present state of development. I can't go into details, even with you, so you must accept my analysis on trust. We can, however, make this definite promise, which should give you some satisfaction. In fifty years—two generations from now—we will come down from our ships and humanity will at last see us as we are.”
Stormgren was silent for a while, absorbing the Supervisor's words. He felt little of the satisfaction that Karellen's statement would once have given him. Indeed, he was somewhat confused by his partial success, and for a moment his resolution faltered. The truth would come with the passage of time: all his plotting was unnecessary and perhaps unwise. If he still went ahead, it would be only for the selfish reason that he would not be alive in fifty years. Karellen must have seen his irresolution, for he continued:
“I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but at least the political problems of the near future won't be your responsibility. Perhaps you will think that our fears are unfounded, but believe me we've had convincing proofs of the danger of any other course.”
Stormgren leaned forward, breathing heavily.
“So you have been seen by Man!”
“I didn't say that,” Karellen answered promptly. “Your world isn't the only planet we've supervised.”
Stormgren was not to be shaken off so easily.
“There have been many legends suggesting that Earth has been visited in the past by other races.”
“I know; I've read the Historical Research Section's report. It makes Earth look like the crossroads of the Universe.”
“There may have been visits about which you know nothing,” said Stormgren, still angling hopefully. “Though since you must have been observing us for thousands of years, I suppose that's rather unlikely.”
“I suppose it is,” replied Karellen, in his most unhelpful manner. And at that moment Stormgren made up his mind.
“Karellen,” he said abruptly, “I'll draft out the statement and send it up to you for approval. But I reserve the right to continue pestering you, and if I see any opportunity, I'll do my best to learn your secret.”
“I'm perfectly well aware of that,” replied the Supervisor, with a slight chuckle.
“And you don't mind?”
“Not in the least—though I draw the line at nuclear weapons, poison gas, or anything else that might strain our friendship.”
Stormgren wondered what, if anything, Karellen had guessed. Behind the Supervisor's banter he had recognized the note of understanding, perhaps—who could tell? — even of encouragement.
“I'm glad to know it,” Stormgren replied in as level a voice as he could manage. He rose to his feet, bringing down the cover of his case as he did so. His thumb slid along the catch.
“I'll draft that statement at once,” he repeated, “and send It up on the teletype later today.”
"Childhood's End" by "Arthur C. Clarke"
I. EARTH AND THE OVERLORDS
The head of the Freedom League listened carefully while the draft was read to him. Stormgren hoped he appreciated this gesture, which had been Karellen's idea. Not for another twelve hours would the rest of the world know of the promise that had been made to its grandchildren.
“Fifty years,” said Wainwright thoughtfully. “That is a long time to wait.”
“For mankind, perhaps, but not for Karellen,” Stormgren answered.
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/inaugural-address-3
The American Presidency Project
DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER
{wacky-bible-thumper-in-chief, cowardly terrified of mortality} 34th President of the United States: 1953 ‐ 1961
Inaugural Address
January 20, 1953
This trial comes at a moment when man's power to achieve good or to inflict evil surpasses the brightest hopes and the sharpest fears of all ages. We can turn rivers in their courses, level mountains to the plains. Oceans and land and sky are avenues for our colossal commerce. Disease diminishes and life lengthens.
Yet the promise of this life is imperiled by the very genius that has made it possible. Nations amass wealth. Labor sweats to create--and turns out devices to level not only mountains but also cities. Science seems ready to confer upon us, as its final gift, the power to erase human life from this planet.
At such a time in history, we who are free must proclaim anew our faith. [ superstition ] This faith [ superstition ] is the abiding creed of our fathers. It is our faith [ superstition ] in the deathless dignity [ superstition ] of man, governed by eternal moral and natural laws.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: October 5, 2020
KAAA-CHING!!!
Joe Biden just got PAID again $5.00 by some scum-bag religion lobbyist for using their superstition term "prayer"
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/inaugural-address-3
The American Presidency Project
DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER
{wacky-bible-thumper-in-chief, cowardly terrified of mortality} 34th President of the United States: 1953 ‐ 1961
Inaugural Address
January 20, 1953
The enemies of this faith [ superstition ] know no god but force, no devotion but its use. They tutor men in treason. They feed upon the hunger of others. Whatever defies them, they torture, especially the truth.
Here, then, is joined no argument between slightly differing philosophies. This conflict strikes directly at the faith [ superstition ] of our fathers and the lives of our sons. No principle or treasure that we hold, from the spiritual [ superstition ] knowledge of our free schools and churches [ superstition ] to the creative magic of free labor and capital, nothing lies safely beyond the reach of this struggle.
"What Are Little Girls Made Of?" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: 20 Oct, 1966
(from internet transcript)
KORBY: You might as well try to outthink a calculating machine.
KIRK: Obviously, I can't, but we do have some interesting differences.
KORBY: Totally unimportant ones. You may leave now. (Kirk2 leaves) You haven't guessed the rest? Not even you, Christine? What you saw was only a machine, Only half of what I could've accomplished, Do you understand? By continuing the process I could've transferred you, your very consciousness into that android. Your soul, if you wish. All of you. In android form, a human being can have practical immortality. Can you understand what I'm offering mankind?
KIRK: Programming. Different word, but the same old promises made by Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Hitler, Ferris, Maltuvis.
KORBY: Can you understand that a human converted to an android can be programmed for the better? Can you imagine how life could be improved if we could do away with jealousy, greed, hate?
KIRK: It can also be improved by eliminating love, tenderness, sentiment. The other side of the coin, Doctor.
KORBY: No one need ever die again. No disease, no deformities. why even fear can be programmed away, replaced with joy. I'm offering you a pracical heaven, a new paradise, and all I need is your help.
KIRK: All you wanted before was my understanding.
KORBY: I need transportation to a planet colony with proper raw materials. I'm sure there are several good possibilities among your next stops. No diversion from your route. I want no suspicions aroused. I'll begin producing androids carefully, selectively.
KIRK: Yes, yes. No one need know, only to frighten uninformed minds.
KORBY: They must be strongly infiltrated into society before the android existence is revealed. I want no wave of hysteria to destroy what is good and right. You with me, Captain?
KIRK: You've created your own Kirk. Why do you need me?
KORBY: I created him to impress you, not to replace you.
KIRK: I'm impressed, Doctor, but not the way you think!
From 3/3/1959 ( the birthdate in Hawaii of my biological brother Thomas Reagan ) To 2/18/1960 ( Dwight Eisenhower, 34th President of USA: Executive Order 10863 - Authorizing the Attorney General To Seize Arms and Munitions of War, and Other Articles ) is 352 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/20/1966 ( ) is 352 days
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0708486/
IMDb
Star Trek
What Are Little Girls Made Of?
Episode aired Oct 20, 1966
S1 E7
Nurse Chapel is reunited with her fiancé; but his new obsession leads him to make an android duplicate of Captain Kirk.
"What Are Little Girls Made Of?" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: 20 Oct, 1966
(from internet transcript)
RUK: To maintain your existence would be illogical.
KIRK: Why? Can't your memory banks solve a simple equation like that? What happened to the old ones, Ruk?
RUK: So long ago.
KIRK: Is it possible they built their machines too well, gave them pride and a desire to survive? Machines that wanted logic and order and found that frustrated by the illogical emotional creatures that built them?
RUK: Yes, the old ones. The ones who made us. They grew fearful of us. They began to turn us off.
KIRK: And isn't it Korby who's creating the same danger to you all over again? Unlike you, we humans are full of unpredictable emotions that logic cannot solve.
RUK: Yes. Yes, it had been so long ago, I had forgotten. The old ones here. The ones who made us, yes. Yes, it is still in my memory banks. It became necessary to destroy them. You are inconsistent. You cannot be programmed. You are inferior.
KIRK: And Korby?
RUK: You came from the outside. You bring disorder here.
KIRK: The danger to you is Korby.
RUK: I was programmed by Korby. I cannot harm him.
KIRK: The old ones programmed you, too, but it became possible to destroy them.
RUK: That was the equation! (seizes Kirk) Existence! Survival must cancel out programming.
KIRK: That's it, Ruk! Logic! You can't protect someone who's trying to destroy you!
KORBY: Ruk, I would like
RUK: You brought him among us. You brought the inferior ones. We had cleansed ourselves of them. Now you bring the evil back!
KORBY: Ruk, stop! Your programming.
"Childhood's End" by "Arthur C. Clarke"
II. THE GOLDEN AGE
“My name is Rashaverak,” said the Overlord amiably. “I'm afraid I'm not being very sociable, but Rupert's library is a difficult place from which to escape.”
Jean managed to suppress a nervous giggle. Their unexpected fellow guest was, she noticed, reading at the rate of a page every two seconds. She did not doubt that he was assimilating every word, and she wondered if he could manage to read a book with each eye. “And then, of course,” she thought to herself, “he could go on to learn braille so he could use his fingers. . ” The resulting mental picture was too comic to be comfortable, so she tried to suppress it by entering into the conversation. After all, it was not every day that one had a chance of talking to one of the masters of Earth.
George let her chatter on, after he had made the introductions, hoping that she wouldn't say anything tactless. Like Jean, he had never seen an Overlord in the flesh. Though they mixed socially with government officials, scientists and others who dealt with them in the course of business, he had never heard of one being present at an ordinary private party. One inference was that this party was not as private as it seemed. Rupert's possession of a piece of Overlord equipment also hinted at this, and George began to wonder, in capital letters, just What Was Going On.
From 12/20/1994 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 805 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/16/1968 ( Bob Jones dead permanently after perpetuating his monkey-world-view of superstition to thousands of other gullible and cowardly chumps ) is 805 days
From 2/16/1967 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Space Seed" ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 10974 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/19/1995 ( premiere US film "Toy Story" ) is 10974 days
From 3/16/1991 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate and possibly - or something - the date of the secret, doctorate-degree credential from Princeton University, I can only theorize, struggling to understand ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 2180 days
2180 = 1090 + 1090
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/27/1968 ( Lise Meitner dead ) is 1090 days
From 7/13/1940 ( Patrick Stewart ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 20688 days
20688 = 10344 + 10344
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/27/1994 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine"::"Playing God" ) is 10344 days
From 4/21/1926 ( Britain's Queen Elizabeth II - from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: my biological genetic paternal grandmother ) To 12/21/1988 ( premiere US film "Working Girl" ) is 22890 days
22890 = 11445 + 11445
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 11445 days
From 2/6/1911 ( Ronald Reagan - from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: my biological maternal genetic grandfather ) To 6/8/1942 ( Time Magazine "Lord Louis Mountbatten" ) is 11445 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 11445 days
From 10/7/1930 ( "The Crystal Goblet" speech by Beatrice Warde ) To 6/8/1993 ( commencement, Princeton University Class of 1993 ) is 22890 days
22890 = 11445 + 11445
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/4/1997 ( ) is 11445 days
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=53815
The American Presidency Project
William J. Clinton
XLII President of the United States: 1993 - 2001
Remarks Announcing the Prohibition on Federal Funding for Cloning of Human Beings and an Exchange With Reporters
March 4, 1997
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrice_Warde
Beatrice Warde
From Wikipedia
"The Crystal Goblet" is an essay on typography by Beatrice Warde. The essay was first delivered as a speech, called "Printing Should Be Invisible," given to the British Typographers' Guild at the St Bride Institute in London, on October 7, 1930.
http://theworldsgreatestbook.com/crystal-goblet-beatrice-warde/
Book Typography: The Crystal Goblet by Beatrice Warde
November 10, 2011
Here is the first of a series of occasional posts that explore the contributions of great typographers and typography books to the book designer’s art. Designers, writers and publishers will benefit from Beatrice Warde’s eloquent perspectives on the craft of typography, the power of type and the importance of the printed word.
“The Crystal Goblet” was an essay included in Beatrice Warde’s book of the same name—The Crystal Goblet: 16 Essays on Typography.
Beatrice Warde – Excerpt from a Lecture to the British Typographers’ Guild
Imagine that you have before you a flagon of wine. You may choose your own favorite vintage for this imaginary demonstration, so that it be a deep shimmering crimson in color. You have two goblets before you. One is of solid gold, wrought in the most exquisite patterns. The other is of crystal-clear glass, thin as a bubble, and as transparent. Pour and drink; and according to your choice of goblet, I shall know whether or not you are a connoisseur of wine. For if you have no feelings about wine one way or the other, you will want the sensation of drinking the stuff out of a vessel that may have cost thousands of pounds; but if you are a member of that vanishing tribe, the amateurs of fine vintages, you will choose the crystal, because everything about it is calculated to reveal rather than to hide the beautiful thing which it was meant to contain.
Bear with me in this long-winded and fragrant metaphor; for you will find that almost all the virtues of the perfect wine-glass have a parallel in typography. There is the long, thin stem that obviates fingerprints on the bowl. Why? Because no cloud must come between your eyes and the fiery hearth of the liquid. Are not the margins on book pages similarly meant to obviate the necessity of fingering the type-pages? Again: The glass is colorless or at the most only faintly tinged in the bowl, because the connoisseur judges wine partly by its color and is impatient of anything that alters it. There are a thousand mannerisms in typography that are as impudent and arbitrary as putting port in tumblers of red or green glass! When a goblet has a base that looks too small for security, it does not matter how cleverly it is weighted; you feel nervous lest it should tip over. There are ways of setting lines of type which may work well enough, and yet keep the reader subconsciously worried by the fear of “doubling” lines, reading three words as one, and so forth.
Printing demands a humility of mind, for the lack of which many of the fine arts are even now floundering in self-conscious and maudlin experiments. There is nothing simple or dull in achieving the transparent page. Vulgar ostentation is twice as easy as discipline. When you realise that ugly typography never effaces itself, you will be able to capture beauty as the wise men capture happiness by aiming at something else. The “stunt typographer” learns the fickleness of rich men who hate to read. Not for them are long breaths held over serif and kern, they will not appreciate your splitting of hair-spaces. Nobody (save the other craftsmen) will appreciate half your skill. But you may spend endless years of happy experiment in devising that crystalline goblet which is worthy to hold the vintage of the human mind.
https://archive.nytimes.com/www.nytimes.com/books/97/03/09/reviews/clarke-childhood.html
The New York Times
August 27, 1953
Childhood's End
By WILLIAM DU BOIS
Books of the Times
Most pundits will agree that the noblest theme in all our literature is the destiny of man. Poets and philosophers (and even an occasional politician with an itch for empire building on the side) have wrestled with the riddle since the dawn of recorded history. Inasmuch as man is an ingenious creature, many solutions have been invented down the ages. The empire builders, from Caesar to Hitler, have foundered on the fallacy of the master race. The humanitarians from the ancient prophets to the one-worlders, have foundered just as fatally. Meanwhile, the destiny of man remains clouded by the towering indecisions of the twentieth century, when only the physicists and the Kremlin seem capable of writing tomorrow's headlines in advance. The average reader can hardly be blamed for wondering if man might not be happier if he were transformed into another species altogether—perhaps with a one-way ticket to a more hospitable cosmos. The question is faced squarely and answered with frightening candor in "Childhood's End." Arthur C. Clarke's novel of the twenty-first century—a first rate tour de force that is well worth the attention of every thoughtful citizen in this age of anxiety.
It must be said at the outset that Mr. Clarke's publishers have offered his novel as science-fiction, a label that too many readers still associate with Captain Video, rocket-ship sagas and invasions of super-gremlins from universes other than our own. It is quite true that "Childhood's End" contains some of these standard ingredients, but Mr. Clarke has mixed them with a master's hand.
Compassion for the Modern Man
A fellow of the Royal Astronomical Society and chairman of the British Interplanetary Society since 1949, he is the author of "The Exploration of Space," a stimulating examination of the possibilities of space travel. He is equally at home in the outer galaxies and the troubled psyche of modern man. And, if he seems to agree with Norman Cousins that modern man is rather obsolete, his pity for that same homo sapiens never wavers. When he rings his curtain down, man as we know him today is as dead as all man's pathetic schemes for self-destruction. But no one can escape the conviction that the phoenix just risen from the ashes is destined for higher things.
Mr. Clarke's point of departure is a day late in the twentieth century when the United States and the Soviet Union, each racing feverishly against time, are preparing to launch rival rockets on the first voyage to the moon. Each great power, spying shamelessly on the other, is certain of success, since scientific efficiency has made war a meaningless waste of energy, the only possible triumphs now lie in the conquest of space. At this precise moment, the Overlords appear—mystic beings in gigantic space-ships, anchored fifty kilometers above each of the world's capitals, enforcing their will with devices that will never be revealed in this review.
Man is forbidden to explore the universe, and ordered to mend his ways on earth. National rivalries are abolished, trade barriers dissolved. One World is made a reality under the jurisdiction of a truly powerful United Nations. Racial discrimination is outlawed with the same patient efficiency—in South Africa, for example, the black majority on the point of exterminating the white minority in payment for past outrages, is stopped just in time. Even the ancient, all-too-human sport of cruelty to animals is universally outlawed. Utopia and the twenty-first century dawn together. Mankind, thanks to the constant, always-benign presence of the Overlords, has achieved perfection at last. Yet mankind, in its secret heart, is just as uneasy as before. What could be more unsettling than perfection in a world that can no longer be improved?
A Jonah and a Stuffed Whale
What happens thereafter is best left to Mr. Clarke and his readers. A century and a half elapse in all before the transformation is complete. Individuals revolt here and there. A Negro astrophysicist, emulating Jonah in reverse, stows away in a stuffed whale destined for a museum in the Overlords' cosmos, and lives to return to earth with a few of their less important secrets. A TV writer, bored with producing dramas without conflicts, takes his family to the South Seas, to one of several New- Athens communities that are springing up in out-of-the-way corners. These, of course, are evidence of man's protest against a world where production for use has made manual labor quite needless and ambition a word for the history books. It is here, at long last, that George Greggson, who serves as Mr. Clarke's raisonneur, glimpses the first, chilling intimations of the Overlords' larger purpose—and understands that the Overlords themselves are only minions of some distant, all-powerful master.
The astrophysicist, returning to earth when that awful purpose is a reality, is just in time to speak the sober epitaph for man, as well as a hope for man's future.
"In a soundless concussion of light, Earth's core gave up its hoarded energies. For a little while the gravitational waves crossed and recrossed the Solar System, disturbing ever so slightly the orbits of the planets. Then the Sun's remaining children pursued their ancient paths once more, as corks floating on a placid lake ride out the tiny ripples set in motion by a falling stone. There was nothing left of Earth. They had leached away the last atoms of its substance. It had nourished them, through the fierce moments of their inconceivable metamorphosis, as the food stored in a grain of wheat feeds the infant plant while it climbs toward the Sun."
This review can only hint at the stimulation Mr. Clark's novel offers. Above all, it must be emphasized that this is not a gloomy book, despite its holocausts. It is true that the invaders from outer space manage to steal the big scenes. But homo sapiens fights back to the end with resourcefulness and wit. What's more, he rarely allows himself to be upstaged, even when he is faced with his own extinction.
From 5/2/1960 ( Dwight D. Eisenhower Presidential Library - Cover plan for downed U-2 flight ) To 1/17/1984 ( the Supreme Court of the United States decides Sony Corporation of America v. Universal City Studios, Inc. ) is 8660 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) is 8660 days
From 2/10/1937 ( Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd President of USA: Message to Congress on a Program for the Great Plains Area ) To 7/13/1984 ( premiere US film "The Last Starfighter" ) is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( ) is 8660 days
From 5/31/1927 ( Ford Motor Company ends production of the Model T automobile ) To 10/31/1974 ( Gerald Ford, 38th President of USA: Remarks at Sioux City, Iowa ) is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( ) is 8660 days
From 12/12/1942 ( the fictional date setting 1946 film "Somewhere in the Night" ) To 5/14/1990 ( departing as United States Navy Fire Controlman Second Class Petty Officer Kerry Wayne Burgess my honorable discharge from United States Navy active service ) is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( ) is 8660 days
From 7/3/1985 ( premiere US film "Back to the Future" ) To 7/19/1989 is 1477 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/18/1969 ( Richard Nixon, 37th President of USA: Statement on the Death of Joseph P. Kennedy ) is 1477 days
http://articles.latimes.com/1989-07-20/news/mn-5139_1_crash-landing
Los Angeles Times
Jet Carrying 293 Crashes, Burns in Iowa; 166 Survive
July 20, 1989 J. MICHAEL KENNEDY and BOB BAKER Times Staff Writers
SIOUX CITY, Iowa — A crippled United Airlines DC-10 crashed a half-mile short of a runway while trying to make an emergency landing Wednesday afternoon, bursting into a cartwheeling fireball that broke into what one eyewitness described as "15,000 pieces" and killing at least 123 of the 293 passengers and crew members on board.
Remarkably, as many as 166 persons survived the violent crash, according to Richard Vohs, a spokesman for Iowa Gov. Terry E. Branstad. The fate of four others was not immediately known.
Tail Engine Explodes
The plane's tail engine exploded before the crash but it was not immediately clear how the explosion contributed to what a Federal Aviation Administration spokesman called "complete hydraulic failure," an occurrence regarded as extremely rare in the wide-bodied DC-10, which has three independent hydraulic systems that operate all the plane's control surfaces on its wings and tail, and landing gear and brakes.
As rescuers worked underneath floodlights to remove bodies from the crash site, original estimates of the death toll--one as high as 190, which would have made the crash the second worst in U.S. history--were reduced.
"We don't have a firm count" of the dead, Vohs acknowledged at a press conference seven hours after the crash. "But right now, the number (of survivors) confirmed is 166."
The survivors of Wednesday's United Flight 232 from Denver to Philadelphia via Chicago included several dozen passengers who managed to walk out of a dark, smoke-filled, upside-down section of the jet after it broke off and came to rest in a tall cornfield off the runway.
"I walked out (through the back of the plane) and found myself in the cornfield," passenger David Landsberger told Cable News Network. "We were all walking around in shock. I just walked through it like it was a dream. I was a little dazed."
"It's the goddamndest thing I ever saw in my life," said Charles Mertz of Castle Rock, Colo., another of those who walked away.
Suitcases, paper, mail, clothes, chunks of burning metal and bodies were strewn over the inactive runway at Sioux Gateway Airport, where the plane crashed after desperately circling for a half-hour.
One hundred ambulances, fire trucks and helicopters from as far away as South Dakota plucked out the victims. The search for bodies was difficult because some of them were scattered in the cornfield. Many of the survivors were listed in critical condition with burns or broken bones.
United Airlines declined to comment on the number of survivors or to release the names of the 282 passengers and 11 crew members.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088763/quotes
IMDb
Back to the Future (1985)
Quotes
Sherman Peabody: It's already mutated into human form! Shoot it!
Old Man Peabody: [firing shotgun at barn] Take that, you mutated son of a bitch!
https://supreme.justia.com/cases/federal/us/464/417/
Justia
Sony Corp. v. Universal City Studios, 464 U.S. 417 (1984)
U.S. Supreme Court
Sony Corp. v. Universal City Studios, 464 U.S. 417 (1984)
Sony Corporation of America v. Universal City Studios, Inc.
No. 81-1687
Argued January 18, 1983
Reargued October 3, 1983
Decided January 17, 1984
Somewhere in the Night (1946)
Christy Smith: How far do you think you'll get?
George Taylor: The nearest foxhole maybe. They'll be watching my hotel - all sorts of people.
Christy Smith: What's your name?
George Taylor: Taylor. George Taylor. It's all over town. I may run for dogcatcher. Look, I've gotta talk to somebody. I'll go crazy if I don't talk to somebody.
Christy Smith: I'm somebody.
George Taylor: I think you are. What do you know about amnesia?
Christy Smith: Not much. Something that happens to you. You forget who you are or where you belong. Isn't that it?
George Taylor: Yeah. Every now and then you read about it in the newspaper - a guy named John Doe was picked up in a fog. Never happens to anybody you know. It happened to me. Yeah. For all I know, I might have been born six months ago. That's a joke because six months ago I woke up in a hospital. That's where babies are born, in a hospital. Only this was different. It was in the South Pacific, and it wasn't the maternity ward.
https://mynavyhr.navy.mil/Portals/55/Reference/MILPERSMAN/1000/1500Training/1510-030.pdf
ADVANCED ELECTRONICS FIELD
Assignment in AEF, ATF, or NF requires a 6-year active service obligation.
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RoboCop (1987)
Quotes
Johnson: [about RoboCop project] When do we start?
Bob Morton: As soon as some poor schmuck volunteers.
From 8/14/1984 ( ) To 7/19/1989 ( ) is 1800 days
1800 = 900 + 900
From 11/2/1965 ( ) To 4/20/1968 ( Lyndon Johnson, 36th President of USA: Statement by the President Upon Signing Bill Relating to Indemnity Payments for Law Enforcement Officers ) is 900 days
From 5/21/1983 ( as Kerry Burgess my official United States Navy documents includes: "I accept him for enlistment on behalf of the United States Navy" ) To 8/14/1984 ( ) is 451 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/27/1967 ( the Apollo 1 fire ) is 451 days
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/nomination-melvyn-levitsky-be-united-states-ambassador-bulgaria
The American Presidency Project
RONALD REAGAN
40th President of the United States: 1981 ‐ 1989
Nomination of Melvyn Levitsky To Be United States Ambassador to Bulgaria
August 14, 1984
The President today announced his intention to nominate Melvyn Levitsky to be Ambassador to the People's Republic of Bulgaria.
He was born March 19, 1938, in Sioux City, IA.
IMDb (dot) com
RoboCop (1987)
Quotes
Commercial Voice-Over: It's back. Big is back, because bigger is better. 6000 SUX - an American tradition!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lists_of_airports_by_IATA_and_ICAO_code
Lists of airports by IATA and ICAO code
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- posted by me, Kerry Burgess 07:32 AM Pacific-time USA Wednesday 04/13/2022
