excerpts, must read also:
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2025/02/today-is-02022025-post-1.html
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 02:44 AM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
If this is the first blog-post by me you're reading then you are galactically uninformed.
Sunday, February 02, 2025
Today is 02/02/2025, Post #1
by me, Kerry Burgess, 02/02/2025 01:23 AM
Want to sleep. Looking around on the internet for a video to watch
Settled on an episode of "Star Trek: Voyager" that had just started streaming on Pluto
From 2/28/1915 ( ) To 2/2/2025 ( ) is 40152 days
40152 = 20076 + 20076
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/20/2020 ( ) is 20076 days
CCR (CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL)
"Fortunate Son"
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more!
Star Trek: Voyager
"Course: Oblivion"
TV-series season 5 episode 17, 03/03/1999
(from internet transcript)
EMH: I've tried everything I could think of. Biomolecular enhancers, gene splicing with replicated DNA, and I'm no closer to finding a cure. But I do have an idea.
JANEWAY: I'm listening.
EMH: Find the original Voyager. If the real Captain Janeway were here, we could sample her DNA and imprint it onto your mimetic pattern.
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https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/medicine/1960/medawar/facts/
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, January 16, 2025
What an absolutely moronic and ridiculous comparison from those Wastefulnaut Jeff Bezos clowns.
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 4
Killgore didn't have to be here, and it troubled his conscience to look at them so much, but they were his lab rats, and he was supposed to keep an eye on them, and so he did, behind the mirror, while he did his paperwork and listened to Bach on his portable CD player. Three were - claimed to be - Vietnam veterans. So they'd killed their share of Asians -"gooks" was the word they'd used in the interview - before coming apart and ending up as street drunks. Well, homeless people was the current term society used for them, somewhat more dignified than bums, the term Killgore vaguely remembered his mother using. Not the best example of humanity he'd ever seen. Yet the Project had managed to change them quite a bit. All bathed regularly now and dressed in clean clothes and watched TV. Some even read books from time to time Killgore had thought that providing a library, while cheap, was an outrageously foolish waste of time and money. But always they drank, and the drinking relegated each of the ten to perhaps six hours of full consciousness per day. And the Valium calmed them further, limiting any altercations that his security staff would have to break up. Two of them were always on duty in the next room over, also watching the group of ten. Microphones buried in the ceiling allowed them to listen in to the disjointed conversations. One of the group was something of an authority on baseball and talked about Mantle and Maris all the time to whoever would listen. Enough of them talked about sex that Killgore wondered if he should send the snatch team back out to get some female "homeless" subjects for the experiment - he would tell Barb Archer that. After all, they needed to know if gender had an effect on the experiment. She'd have to buy into that one, wouldn't she? And there'd be none of the sisterly solidarity with them. There couldn't be, even from the feminazi who joined him in running this experiment. Her ideology was too pure for that. Killgore turned when there came a knock at the door.
"Hey, doc." It was Benny, one of the security guys.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Falling asleep," Benjamin Farmer replied. "The kids are playing pretty nice."
"Yeah, they sure are." It was so easy. Most had to be prodded a little to leave the room and go out to the courtyard for an hour of walking around every afternoon. But they had to be kept fit - which was to say, to simulate the amount of exercise they got on a normal day in Manhattan, staggering from one dreary corner to another.
"Damn, doc, I never knew anybody could put it away the way these guys do! I mean, I had to bring in a whole case of Grand-Dad today, and there's only two bottles left."
"That their favorite?" Killgore asked. He hadn't paid much attention to that.
"Seems to be, sir. I'm a Jack Daniel's man myself - but with me, maybe two a night, say, for Monday Night Football, if it's a good game. I don't drink water the way the kids drink hard booze." A chuckle from the ex-Marine who ran the night security shift. A good man, Farmer. He did a lot of things with injured animals at the company's rural shelter. He was also the one who'd taken to calling the test subjects the kids. It had caught on with the security staff and from them to the others. Killgore chuckled. You had to call them something, and lab rats just wasn't respectful enough. After all, they were human beings, after a fashion, all the more valuable for their place in this test. He turned to see one of them pour himself another drink, wander back to his bed, and lie down to watch some TV before he passed out. He wondered what the poor bastard would dream about. Some did, and talked loudly in their sleep. Something to interest a psychiatrist, perhaps, or someone doing sleep studies. They all snored, to the point that when all were asleep it sounded like an old steam-powered railroad yard in there.
Choo-choo, Killgore thought, looking back down at his last bit of paperwork. Ten more minutes, and he could head home. Too late to put his kids to bed. Too bad. Well, in due course they would awaken to a new day and a new world, and wouldn't that be some present to give them, however heavy and nasty the price for it might be. Hmph, the physician thought, I could use a drink myself.
***
"The future has never been so bright as this," John Brightling told his audience, his demeanor even more charismatic after two glasses of a select California Chardonnay. "The bio-sciences are pushing back frontiers we didn't even know existed fifteen years ago. A hundred years of basic research are coming to bloom even as we speak. We're building on the work of Pasteur, Ehrlich, Salk, Sabin, and so many others. We see so far today because we stand on the shoulders of giants.
"Well," John Brightling went on, "it's been a long climb, but the top of the mountain is in sight, and we will get there in the next few years."
"He's smooth," Liz Murray observed to her husband.
"Very," FBI Director Dan Murray whispered back. "Smart, too. Jimmy Hicks says he's the top guy in the world."
https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/national-security/senior-fbi-official-forcefully-resisted-trump-administration-firings-rcna190301
NBC News
Senior FBI official forcefully resisted Trump administration firings
Brian Driscoll, the acting FBI director and head of the bureau's Newark field office, pushed back so aggressively that some feared he would be dismissed.
Feb. 1, 2025, 1:07 PM PST
By Ken Dilanian, Tom Winter, Jonathan Dienst and Ryan J. Reilly
“All FBI employees will be protected against political retribution,” Patel said under oath on Thursday.
Just over 24 hours later, Driscoll notified the FBI workforce that he had been ordered to remove eight senior FBI executives by Emil Bove, the acting Deputy Attorney General and Trump’s former personal defense lawyer.
Driscoll also said he had been told to turn over the names of every FBI employee involved in investigating Jan. 6 rioters.
https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/trump-administration-compiling-list-fbi-agents-potentially-fire/story?id=118324713
ABC News
DOJ seeks list of potentially thousands of FBI employees who worked on Jan. 6 cases
Eight senior FBI executive were also to be terminated, per an email.
By Katherine Faulders, Alexander Mallin, Mike Levine, Jack Date, Aaron Katersky, Pierre Thomas, and Luke Barr
January 31, 2025, 5:26 PM
https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/trump-administration-compiling-list-fbi-agents-potentially-fire/story?id=118324713
January 31, 2025, 5:26 PM
Patel said. "All FBI employees will be protected against political retribution."
https://www.yahoo.com/news/top-fbi-agent-warns-staff-232038954.html
Yasmeen Hamadeh
Sun, February 2, 2025 at 3:20 PM PST
A questionnaire has also been sent out to bureau employees requesting they describe what role they had in Jan. 6 investigations and prosecutions, including collecting evidence and interviewing witnesses—standard FBI protocol. Staff reportedly have until 3 p.m. Monday to complete the forms.
https://www.yahoo.com/news/top-fbi-agent-warns-staff-232038954.html
Yasmeen Hamadeh
Sun, February 2, 2025 at 3:20 PM PST
The number of employees affected by this purge could reach 6,000, which makes up about a sixth of the FBI’s 38,000 employees, according to The Times.
Over the past few years, Trump has repeatedly criticized the FBI and claimed that they were used against him by former President Joe Biden and the Democratic Party.
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 16
"How's her blood work look, Barb?"
"Loaded with antibodies, and starting to get some small bricks. She ought to be symptomatic in another few days."
"Eat, drink, and be merry, people, for next week, you die," the other physician told the TV screen.
"Too bad," Dr. Archer agreed. She showed the emotion one might display on seeing a dead dog at the side of the road.
"Nice figure," the man said, as the pajama tops came off. "I haven't seen an X-rated movie in a longtime, Barb." A videotape was running, of course. The experimental protocol was set in stone. Everything had to be recorded so that the staff could monitor the entire test program. Nice tits, he thought, about the same time Chip did, right before he caressed them on the screen.
"She was fairly inhibited when she got here. The tranquilizers really work, depressing them that way." Another clinical observation. Things progressed rapidly frond that point on. Both doctors sipped their coffee as they watched. Tranquilizers or not, the baser human instincts charged forward, and within five minutes Chip and Mary were humping madly away, with the usual sound elects, though the picture, blessedly, wasn't all that clear. A few minutes later, they were lying side by side on the thick shag rug, kissing tiredly and contentedly, his hand stroking her breasts, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and regular as he rolled onto his back.
"Well, Barb, if nothing else, we have a pretty good weekend getaway for couples here," the man observed with a sly grin. "How long do you figure on his blood work?"
"Three or four days until he starts showing antibodies, probably." Chip hadn't been exposed in the shower as Mary had.
"What about the vaccine testers?"
"Five with -A. We have three left as uncontaminated controls for -B testing."
"Oh? Who are we letting live?"
"M2, M3, and F9," Dr. Archer replied. "They seem to have proper attitudes. One's a member of the Sierra Club, would you believe? The others like it outdoors, and they should be okay with what we're doing."
"Political criteria for scientific tests - what are we coming to?" the man asked with another chuckle.
"Well, if they're going to live, they might as well be people we can get along with," Archer observed.
"True." A nod. "How confident are you with -B?"
"Very. I expect it to be about ninety-seven percent effective, perhaps a little better," she added conservatively.
"But not a hundred?"
"No, Shiva's a little too nasty for that," Archer told him. "The animal testing is a little crude, I admit, but the results follow the computer model almost exactly, well within the testing-error criteria. Steve's been pretty good on that side."
"Berg's pretty smart," the other doctor agreed. Then he shifted in his chair. "You know, Barb, what we're doing here isn't exactly-"
"I know that," she assured him. "But we all knew that coming in."
"True." He nodded submission, annoyed at himself for the second thoughts. Well, his family would survive, and they all shared his love of the world and its many sorts of inhabitants. Still, these two people on the TV, they were humans, just like himself, and he'd just peeped in on them like some sort of pervert. Oh, yeah, they'd only done it because both were loaded with drugs fed to them through their food or in pill form, but they were both sentenced to death and
"Relax, will you?" Archer said, looking at his face and reading his mind. "At least they're getting a little love, aren't they? That's a hell of a lot more than the rest of the world'll get-"
"I won't have to watch them. " Being a voyeur wasn't his idea of fun, and he'd told himself often enough that he wouldn't have to watch what he'd be helping to start.
"No, but we'll know about it. It'll be on the TV news, won't it? But then it will be too late, and if they find out, their last conscious act will be to come after us. That's -he part that has me worried."
"The Project enclave in Kansas is pretty damned insecure, Barb," the man assured her. The one in Brazil's even more so." Which was where he'd be going eventually. The rain forest had always fascinated him.
"Could be better," Barbara Archer thought.
"The world isn't a laboratory, doctor, remember?" Wasn't that what the whole Shiva project was about, or Christ's sake? Christ? he wondered. Well, another ice a that had to be set aside. He wasn't cynical enough to invoke the name of God into what they were doing. Nature, perhaps, which wasn't quite the same thing, he thought.
From 11/14/1938 ( ) To 2/2/2025 ( ) is 31492 days
31492 = 15746 + 15746
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/12/2008 ( premiere USA film "The Day the Earth Stood Still" ) is 15746 days
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From 11/4/1875 ( ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere "The Plague" ) is 43284 days
43284 = 21642 + 21642
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/2/2025 ( ) is 21642 days
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by me, Kerry Burgess: March 26, 2019
The typical United States American is childish and naive.
Your feeble, dim-wit mind always thinks that movies, especially action, are always about *somebody*.
Americans, in their pathetic lives, are incapable of seeing through the messenger to the message.
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Star Trek: Voyager
"Course: Oblivion"
TV-series season 5 episode 17, 03/03/1999
(from internet transcript)
TUVOK: We are all duplicates. None of us are real.
(Later, Janeway is looking at a flask of silver liquid.)
EMH: Behold the primordial soup.
JANEWAY: That's what created us?
CHAKOTAY: Not just us. The entire ship is composed of the same material.
EMH: It's a biomimetic compound that duplicated the crew's molecular structure so precisely that I would never have detected it, if I hadn't known what to look for.
JANEWAY: I was born on Earth in Indiana. I remember growing up there. I remember graduating from the Academy. I have no memory of being a copy.
EMH: Apparently, the original Kathryn Janeway's memories were duplicated as well. Somehow, after the real Voyager left, we began to forget we were duplicates.
CHAKOTAY: Eventually, we assumed their lives and set a course for Earth.
JANEWAY: And now the warp core is breaking down our cellular structure. We didn't think the radiation would hurt us because it isn't harmful to humanoids.
EMH: Each and every one of you will disintegrate just as B'Elanna did. I'm not immune, either. The holo-emitters, like everything else, are copies. It's only a matter of time before my programme begins to degrade.
JANEWAY: What can we do to stop the process?
CHAKOTAY: There is one option. Go back.
JANEWAY: To the Demon class planet?
CHAKOTAY: We were created to survive there.
From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 2/2/2025 ( ) is 9680 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/4/1992 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Baywatch"::"The Big Spill" ) is 9680 days
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- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:57 PM Pacific-timezone USA Sunday 02/02/2025
