by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 6:49 PM Sep 17, 2021
Two things an Old Geezer such as myself should never re-tweet:
1. Personal interests of a young, 20-something female journalist
2. Taylor Swift
But they just keep pulling me in to that quagmire.
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Big day at the Statehouse.
— Morgan Trau (@MorganTrau) May 19, 2022
The ‘Human Life Protection’ Act & the ‘Save Adolescents From Experimentation’ Act are being heard.
First 2 pics show trigger abortion ban crowd. The 3 is security, roping off area. 4 is ban of gender affirming care for minors crowd. @WEWS pic.twitter.com/Qt2vQBg2F8
https://twitter.com/MorganTrau/status/1527276981884268546
Morgan Trau
@MorganTrau
Award-winning & losing #Ohio Statehouse reporter for @WEWS • covers trending legislation • CLE native • @newhouseSU alum • Morgan.Trau@wews.com • She/her
Big day at the Statehouse.
The ‘Human Life Protection’ Act & the ‘Save Adolescents From Experimentation’ Act are being heard.
First 2 pics show trigger abortion ban crowd. The 3 is security, roping off area. 4 is ban of gender affirming care for minors crowd.
@WEWS
Pro-Choice Ohio and 3 others
6:16 AM May 19, 2022 from Ohio Statehouse
From 5/11/1994 ( premiere US TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Betrayal" ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 10235 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/10/1993 ( premiere US TV series "The Nanny" ) is 10235 days
From 10/28/1955 ( Microsoft Corbis Bill Gates the transvestite and 100% female gender as born to brother-sister sibling parents ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 24310 days
24310 = 12155 + 12155
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/12/1999 ( the Senate voting to acquit Bill Clinton on both articles of impeachment ) is 12155 days
From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 8690 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/18/1989 ( premiere US film "Casualties of War" ) is 8690 days
From 7/23/1973 ( Monica Lewinsky ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 17832 days
17832 = 8916 + 8916
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/1/1990 ( referenced previously in my blog, as me, Kerry Burgess, the first day of my first civilian job after Honorable Discharge from active duty United States Navy, employed in Greenville, South Carolina, by Dallas-based Ketterman's, title Field Engineer {archaic context, so don't get grammar-snobbish}, providing electrical- and electronic-maintenance support to banking computing hardware for First Federal of South Carolina ) is 8916 days
From 7/23/1973 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: my biological brother Thomas Reagan the medical-doctor graduate of Princeton University and the law-doctorate graduate of University of Oxford, England, passes the United States of America Multistate Bar Examination ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 17832 days
17832 = 8916 + 8916
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/1/1990 ( referenced previously in my blog, as me, Kerry Burgess, the first day of my first civilian job after Honorable Discharge from active duty United States Navy, employed in Greenville, South Carolina, by Dallas-based Ketterman's, title Field Engineer {archaic context, so don't get grammar-snobbish}, providing electrical- and electronic-maintenance support to banking computing hardware for First Federal of South Carolina ) is 8916 days
From 1/17/1990 ( United States NASA announces the selection of the Group 13 Astronauts ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 11810 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/4/1998 ( premiere US TV series episode "Chicago Hope"::"The Things We Do for Love" ) is 11810 days
From 5/7/1992 ( the first launch of the United States space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps officer and United States STS-49 pilot astronaut and my 1st official United States of America National Aeronautics and Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 10969 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/14/1995 ( premiere US film "The American President" ) is 10969 days
From 10/28/1994 ( premiere US film "Stargate" ) To 5/19/2022 ( ) is 10065 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/24/1993 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek: The Next Generation"::"Second Chances" ) is 10065 days
https://www.deseret.com/1992/2/6/18966079/clinton-dodged-draft-in-1969-journal-says-br
Deseret News
CLINTON DODGED DRAFT IN 1969, JOURNAL SAYS
By Deseret News Feb 5, 1992, 11:00pm PDT
The Journal quoted Ellis as saying Clinton "went in and told me he was too well-educated to go" and that he also told her that "he was going to fix my wagon (and) pull every string he could think of."
Clinton told the Journal he did not recall a confrontation with Ellis and denied he used strong-arm tactics to avoid the draft. Anyone who says he did, Clinton said, "has, at best, a faulty memory."
"Treehouse of Horror VII" [ The Simpsons ]
Original airdate in U.S.: 27-Oct-96
The next morning, Marge and the kids watch a portable TV in the kitchen.
Kent: Kent Brockman here, with Campaign '96: America Flips A Coin. At an appearance this morning, Bill Clinton made some rather cryptic remarks, which aides attributed to an overly tight necktie.
Kodos: I am Clin-Ton. As overlord, all will kneel trembling before me and obey my brutal commands. [crosses arms] End communication.
Marge: Hmm, that's Slick Willie for you, always with the smooth talk.
"Second Chances" [ Star Trek: The Next Generation ]
Original Airdate: 24 May, 1993
PICARD: Jean-Luc Picard.
RIKER 2: Lieutenant Will Riker.
PICARD: I hope you understand our need to verify your claim.
RIKER 2: Yes, sir.
CRUSHER: Genetically, he's indistinguishable from Commander Riker.
Stephen King's The Stand (1994)
(from internet transcript)
Big day today.
How so?
Oh, the power station. Oh, yeah.
I can't believe you forgot that.
I didn't forget it. I blocked it out.
The plague took the people, but it
couldn't take the gadgets, could it?
No, they're all still out there.
Everything from electric can openers
to cobalt bombs,
just waiting for someone
to come along and pick them up.
And the scavenger hunt starts today.
Now, hell, professor.
What's so bad about putting
the rocks back in people's Scotch?
It's the old way.
And the old way was a death trip.
That's a little heavy, don't you think?
Do you?
There's an old woman down there who
might tell you different, East Texas.
If she'd talk about this end of it at all,
that is.
What's the problem?
I don't know if there is one.
But I know I'm very concerned
about the way things are going.
She wants a mass meeting.
Except she says it's really God
who wants the meeting.
We say, "Fine. You're fine, Mother.
God's fine too."
And then we go right back
to tinkering with the power station,
trying to re-create the world
that damn near choked
the human race to death.
What's wrong with this picture?
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 54
Fran: “That’s very interesting, and I agree that it’s something we ought to think about, but right now I’m going to move that we adjourn. It’s late, and I’m very tired.”
Ralph: “Boy, I second that motion. Let’s talk about courts next time. My head’s got so much in it right now that it’s going round and round. This reinventing the country is a lot tougher than it looked at first.”
Larry: “Amen.”
Stu: “There’s a motion to adjourn on the floor. Do you like it, people?”
The motion to adjourn was voted, 7–0.
Frances Goldsmith, Secretary
“Why are you stopping?” Fran asked as Stu slowly biked over to the curb and put his feet down. “It’s a block further up.” Her eyes were still red from her burst of tears during the meeting, and Stu thought he had never seen her looking so tired.
“This marshal thing—” he began.
“Stu, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Somebody has to do it, honey. And Nick was right. I’m the logical choice.”
“Fuck logic. What about me and the baby? Do you see no logic in us, Stu?”
“I ought to know what you want for the baby,” he said softly. “Haven’t you told me enough times? You want him brought into a world that isn’t totally crazy. You want things safe for him—or her. I want that, too. But I wasn’t going to say that in front of the rest. It’s between you and me. You and the baby are the two main reasons I said okay.”
“I know that,” she said in a low, choked voice.
He put his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up. He smiled at her and she made an effort to smile back. It was a weary smile, and tears were coursing down her cheeks, but it was better than no smile at all.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” he said.
She was shaking her head back and forth slowly, and some of her tears flew off into the warm summer night.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “No, I really don’t think it is.”
She lay awake long into the night, thinking that warmth can only come from a burning—Prometheus got his eyes pecked out on that one—and that love always comes due in blood.
And a queer certainty stole over her, as numbing as some creeping anesthesia, that they would finish by wading in blood. The thought made her place her hands protectively over her belly, and she found herself thinking for the first time in weeks of her dream: the dark man with his grin… and his twisted coathanger.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 23
He stopped.
Because something was coming. He could feel it, almost taste it on the night air. He could taste it, a sooty hot taste that came from everywhere, as if God was planning a cookout and all of civilization was going to be the barbecue. Already the charcoal was hot, white and flaky outside, as red as demons’ eyes inside. A huge thing, a great thing.
His time of transfiguration was at hand. He was going to be born for the second time, he was going to be squeezed out of the laboring cunt of some great sand-colored beast that even now lay in the throes of its contractions, its legs moving slowly as the birthblood gushed, its sun-hot eyes glaring into the emptiness.
He had been born when times changed, and the times were going to change again. It was in the wind, in the wind of this soft Idaho evening.
It was almost time to be reborn. He knew. Why else could he suddenly do magic?
He closed his eyes, his hot face turning up slightly to the dark sky, which was prepared to receive the dawn. He concentrated. Smiled. The dusty, rundown heels of, his boots began to rise off the road. An inch. Two. Three inches. The smile broadened into a grin. Now he was a foot up And two feet off the ground, he hung steady over the road with a little dust blowing beneath him.
Then he felt the first inches of dawn stain the sky, and he lowered himself down again. The time was not yet.
But the time was soon.
He began to walk again, grinning, now looking for a place to lay up for the day. The time was soon, and that was enough to know for now.
- posted by me, Kerry Burgess 08:30 AM Pacific-time USA Thursday 05/19/2022
