https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102005/quotes/
IMDb
Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man (1991)
Quotes
Marlboro: [Walking along brightly lit Las Vegas strip] I hate this fucking town.
Harley Davidson: Hey, man, you don't know anything about this city.
Marlboro: I grew up here, you dumb bastard.
Harley Davidson: I didn't know that.
Marlboro: Yeah, well, what you don't know is a lot.
Harley Davidson: You mean to tell me that real cowboys - I mean shit-kicking rodeo cowboys - come from Vegas?
excerpts
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_entry_into_World_War_I
American entry into World War I
From Wikipedia
a British economic embargo and naval blockade were causing severe shortages of fuel and food in Germany. Berlin then decided to resume unrestricted submarine warfare. The aim was to break the trans-atlantic supply chain to Britain from other nations to the West, although the German high command realized that sinking American-flagged ships would almost certainly bring the United States into the war.
Imperial Germany also made a secret offer to help Mexico regain territories of the Mexican Cession of 1849, lost seven decades before in the Mexican–American War of 1846–1848, (now incorporated in the Southwestern United States) in an encoded diplomatic secret telegram known as the Zimmermann Telegram, which was intercepted by British intelligence. Publication in the media of that communique outraged Americans just as German submarines started sinking American merchant ships in the North Atlantic in their U-boat campaign. President Wilson then asked Congress for "a war to end all wars" that would "make the world safe for democracy", and Congress voted to declare war on Germany on April 6, 1917. US troops began major combat operations on the Western Front under General John J. Pershing in the summer of 1918.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zimmermann_telegram
https://edition.cnn.com/interactive/2020/10/politics/covid-disappearing-trump-comment-tracker/
From 3/3/1917 ( ) To 6/28/1971 ( Elon Musk ) is 19840 days
From 11/2/1965 ( ) To 2/27/2020 ( ) is 19840 days
From 3/4/1917 ( ) To 6/28/1971 ( Elon Musk ) is 19839 days
From 11/2/1965 ( ) To 2/26/2020 ( ) is 19839 days
https://www.nytimes.com/1917/03/04/archives/swiss-blame-germans-for-being-found-out-zimmermanns-blunder.html
From 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere episode "The Plague" ) To 2/26/2020 ( ) is 9425 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/23/1991 ( premiere USA film "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" ) is 9425 days
From 1/13/1940 ( premiere USA film "Brother Rat and a Baby" Ronald Reagan and Jane Wyman {from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: my biological, genetic maternal-grandparents} ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere episode "The Plague" ) is 19839 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/26/2020 ( ) is 19839 days
From 5/9/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Dreams" ) To 2/27/2020 ( ) is 9425 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/23/1991 ( premiere USA film "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" ) is 9425 days
From 1/13/1940 ( premiere USA film "Brother Rat and a Baby" Ronald Reagan and Jane Wyman {from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: my biological, genetic maternal-grandparents} ) To 5/9/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Dreams" ) is 19840 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/27/2020 ( ) is 19840 days
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 47
They sat quiet for a while. The sun peered through the clouds, as if to say a quick goodbye before sinking below the horizon. Fran could understand why primitive people worshiped it. As the gigantic quiet of the nearly empty country accumulated on her day by day, imprinting its truth on her brain by its very weight, the sun—the moon, too, for that matter—began to seem bigger and more important. More personal. Those bright skyships began to look to you as they had when you were a child.
“Anyway, I stopped,” Stu said. “Last night I dreamed about that black man again. It was the worst yet. He’s setting up somewhere out in the desert. Las Vegas, I think. And Frannie… I think he’s crucifying people. The ones who give him trouble.”
“He’s doing what?”
“That’s what I dreamed. Lines of crosses along Highway 15 made out of barn-beams and telephone poles. People hanging off them.”
“Just a dream,” she said uneasily.
“Maybe.” He smoked and looked west at the red-tinged clouds. “But the other two nights, just before we run on those maniacs holding the women, I dreamed about her—the woman who calls herself Mother Abigail. She was sitting in the cab of an old pickup truck parked on the shoulder of Highway 76. I was standing on the ground with one arm leaning on the window, talking to her just as natural as I’m talking to you. And she says, ‘You got to move em along faster still, Stuart; if an old lady like me can do it, a big tough fella from Texas like you should be able to.’” Stu laughed, threw down his cigar, and crushed it under his heel. In kind of an absent way, as if not knowing what he was doing, he put an arm around Frannie’s shoulders.
“They’re going to Colorado,” she said.
“Why, yes, I think they are.”
“Has… has either Dayna or Susan dreamed of her?”
“Both. And last night Susan dreamed of the crosses. Just like I did.”
“There’s a lot of people with that old woman now.”
Stu agreed. “Twenty, maybe more. You know, we’re passing people nearly every day. They just hunker down and wait for us to go by. They’re scared of us, but her… they’ll come to her, I guess. In their own good time.”
“Or to the other one,” Frannie said.
Stu nodded. “Yeah, or to him.
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 9:30 PM October 18, 2024
The channel 4 KOMO tv news studio is across the street from the Space Needle in downtown Seattle
On May 9, 2006, as I watched the tv from a few miles away, the weather guy gesturing to a video image on the sidewalk below where he was standing and there was a guy standing there on the sidewalk with a canvas on an easel and he seemed to be painting a picture of the Space Needle across the street from him
The next morning, May 10, 2006, I awoke in that grungy homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle and I knew with absolute certainty everything I remember about my past was wrong.
From 1/14/1952 ( ) To 5/9/2006 ( ) is 19839 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/26/2020 ( ) is 19839 days
From 1/14/1952 ( ) To 5/10/2006 ( ) is 19840 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/27/2020 ( ) is 19840 days
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess {me}
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess {me}
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: 9/26/2006 3:06 PM
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I had a thought that I have a doctorate in computer science from Princeton.
and I had thoughts that I studied music as well at Princeton.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 9/28/2006 7:13 PM
This sounds very interesting. In my memory of taking Physics my Senior year at Ashdown, I remember being very interested in the class, but we didn’t cover such an interesting topic.
http://www.princeton.edu/main/about/present/
Ayan Chatterjee (left) and Mark Daly measure piano strings as part of a lab project for professor Pierre Piroué's freshman seminar on "Sound, Music and ... Physics."
9/28/2006 7:37 PM
I think I even have memories of the graduate degree process. I am not sure of the terms to describe the process.
9/28/2006 7:47 PM
I actually do remember... something... I can’t explain it. It feels that I am holding an unmarked, undistinguishable book that I don’t know the name of or the contents but I know I have read it already.
9/28/2006 8:34 PM
A few minutes ago I started thinking that maybe I started at Princeton University in 1972. I would have been 13 at the time as Thomas Ray. I remember that Kerry Burgess started first grade in 1972. But then I decided that I probably started Princeton earlier than 1972 and maybe 1972 was the year I completed my first major degree. Or 1972 doesn’t really mean anything in particular to Thomas Ray; rather it is there for continuity sake for the life of Kerry Burgess.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 3:06 AM Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Salesman
Also, "Salesman." I saw that in a dream while sleeping recently. I saw myself going through an induction process in the United States Marine Corps and I woke up understanding that I was dreaming of my actual experience in 1990. I saw a document that indicated I was being inducted to the United States Marine Corps with the officer grade of Chief Warrant Officer 2. I saw in the dream another document associated with my induction and that document indicated I had been assigned the informal name "Salesman."
excerpts
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/address-commencement-exercises-seton-hall-university-south-orange-new-jersey
The American Presidency Project
Ronald Reagan
40th President of the United States: 1981 ‐ 1989
Address at Commencement Exercises at Seton Hall University in South Orange, New Jersey
May 21, 1983
Because this graduation year is so similar to that one of 50 and 51 years ago, in the depths of that Great Depression, I remember, diploma in hand, going back to my summer job that I'd had for 7 years, lifeguarding on a river beach out there in Illinois. And I remember all—you didn't think of career, listening to those announcements I mentioned a little while ago on the radio—all you thought about was how, how when the beach closes this fall, where do I go? What job is there?
And I was fortunate. A man who had survived the Great Depression until then, and was doing well out in the business world, gave me some advice. He said, "Look, I could tell you that maybe I could speak to someone and they might give you a job. But," he said, "they'd only do it because of me." And then he said, "They wouldn't have a particular interest in you." He said, "May I tell you that even in the depths of this depression," and so I will say to you even in the depths of this recession, there are people out there who know that the future is going to depend on taking young people into whatever their undertaking is and starting them out so that—whether it's business, industry, or whatever it might be—it will continue on.
"Now," he said, "a salesman has to knock on a lot of doors before he makes a sale. So," he said, "if you will make up your mind what line of work you want to be in, what industry, what business, whatever it is, profession or other," he said, "and then start knocking on doors, eventually you'll come to one of those men or women who feels that way. And all you have to do-don't ask for the particular job you want; tell them you'll take any job in that industry or that business, whatever it may be, because you believe in it and its future and you'll take your chances on progressing from there."
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19540114-01.2.12&e=-------en-20--81-byDA-txt-txIN-------
excerpts
https://theprince.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19540114-01.2.12&e=-------en-20--81-byDA-txt-txIN-------
Princeton University
Daily Princetonian, Volume 77, Number 147, 14 January 1954
The Princeton Man And His Education - VI
There Are No Bumps Or Grooves
Each Freshman class is intellectually superior to the society at large
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
4X09 - THE HUB (tv series episode)
ORIGINAL AIRDATE (SciFi): 06-JUN-2008
(from internet transcript)
Roslin: Man, that morpha worked fast.
Baltar: Still... Do you know why I'm so serene right now?
Roslin, indulging and funny: You're doped out of your mind?
Baltar: Because I know God. You need God, Laura. Really, you'd be a different woman. I know God, therefore I know myself. Truth is... I was harboring the most awful, desperate guilt. A heavy, dark... Unimaginable, soul-breaking guilt. Now it's gone. Now it's gone, it's been transformed. Into ... I have been transformed.
Roslin: What was your guilt about?
Baltar: I have no guilt.
Roslin: What was your guilt about?
Baltar: I gave the access codes to the Cylons. They wiped out most of humanity. Of course, I didn't know that's what I was doing at the time, exactly, but that's what I did. And when I realized what I had done, the magnitude... In that moment, I was saved. I was loved. By God. Looking back... I think I was rewarded.
Roslin: Rewarded.
Baltar: Pythia talks about the flood that wiped out most of humanity. Nobody blames the flood, a flood is a force of nature. Through the flood, mankind is rejuvenated, born again. I was another flood, you see. I blamed myself. I blamed myself. But God made the man who made that choice. God made us all perfect. And in that thought, all my guilt flies away... Flies away, like a bird. I can give you that peace, Laura, that freedom. Pray with me. Pray with me.
Roslin: Okay.
Baltar: Thank you.
Roslin: Okay...
(She sits down to think, having nearly fainted during all that. She watches his blood drip down onto the floor, and makes her way back to him, tenderly removing the bandage from his abdomen.)
Baltar: What are you doing?
Roslin: Shh.
Baltar: What are you doing?
Roslin: It's all right. You're fine. Shh! You're fine.
Stargate SG-1 - "Children of the Gods" - tv series premiere Season 1 Episode 1 - 07/27/1997
Episode Summary
The System Lord Apophis launches an attack through the Stargate, tucked away by the military after the events of the movie, and the SGC program is reactivated and given a new objective - seek out and find the alien invaders and defeat them. Jack O'Neill is called out of retirement and sent to locate Daniel Jackson on Abydos.
(from internet transcript)
JACKSON: It wasn't Ra. It was Apophis.
CARTER: Who?
JACKSON: Um... it's from Egyptian mythology. Ra was the sun god who ruled the day, Apophis was the serpent god, Ra's rival, who ruled the night. It's right out of the Book of the Dead. They're living it.
Star Trek - "Metamorphosis" - tv-series Season 2 Episode 9, 11/10/1967
Episode Summary
When their shuttle is diverted to a planetoid, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy encounter Earth's Warp Drive pioneer, Zefram Cochrane, who appears to have survived there alone for 150 years.
(from internet transcript)
KIRK: How is she, Doc?
MCCOY: No change.
NANCY: Small thanks to the Starfleet.
MCCOY: Now really, Commissioner, you can't blame the Starfleet.
NANCY: I should've received the proper inoculations ahead of time.
MCCOY: Sakuro's disease is extremely rare. The chances of anyone contracting it are literally billions to one.
NANCY: I was sent to Epsilon Canaris Three to prevent a war, Doctor. Thanks to the inefficiency of the medical branch of the Starfleet, I've been forced to leave before my job was done.
KIRK: Commissioner, I can assure you that once we reach the Enterprise, with its medical facilities, we'll have you back to your job in time for you to prevent that war.
NANCY: How soon will we rendezvous with that ship of yours, Captain?
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2006 6:24 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal May 27, 2006
Went to Camp Couchdale in the summer of '81, after graduating 9th grade.
Met a girl named Phoebe, took her out on the lake in a boat and paddled around. We wrote letters for a long time afterwards.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Identification_(literature)
Identification (literature)
From Wikipedia
Identification refers to the automatic, subconscious psychological process in which an individual becomes like or closely associates themselves with another person by adopting one or more of the others' perceived personality traits, physical attributes, or some other aspect of their identity. The concept of identification was founded by psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud in the 1920’s, and has since been expanded on and applied in psychology, social studies, media studies, and literary and film criticism. In literature, identification most often refers to the audience identifying with a fictional character, however it can also be employed as a narrative device whereby one character identifies with another character within the text itself.
From 1/14/1954 ( from The Daily Princetonian publication, Princeton University: The Princeton Man And His Education ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 17918 days
17918 = 8959 + 8959
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/14/1990 ( departing as enlisted {non-commissioned officer} US Navy Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2)(enlisted paygrade E-5) Kerry Wayne Burgess my Honorable Discharge from US Navy active service ) is 8959 days
From 6/5/1987 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, my official enlisted US Navy documents includes: Earned NEC 1189 - Based on graduation from the Terrier Mk 152 Guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex course - Naval Guided Missiles School, Dam Neck, Virginia Beach, Virginia, US Navy - leading to permanent assignment until 1990 to CF-division, Missile Plot - guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex (UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance), USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2) ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 5723 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/4/1981 ( from Wikipedia: Kenji Urada (c. 1944 – July 4, 1981) was a Japanese engineer who was killed by a robot. Urada is often said to be the first person killed by a robot ) is 5723 days
From 9/17/1978 ( premiere USA TV series "Battlestar Galactica"::series premiere "Saga of a Star World" ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 8906 days
8906 = 4453 + 4453
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/11/1978 ( from The Daily Princetonian publication, Princeton University: Borough Council votes to consider adopting ordinance on genetic work ) is 4453 days
From 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} ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 4948 days
4948 = 2474 + 2474
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/11/1972 ( Last U.S. ground combat unit deactivated in South Vietnam ) is 2474 days
From 2/17/1932 ( Herbert Hoover, 31st President of USA: Message to a Dinner Honoring Disabled Veterans ) To 5/21/1969 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the Princeton University doctor of medicine degree graduation of my biological brother Dr Thomas Reagan MD and in 1973 the law-doctorate graduate of University of Oxford, England ) is 13608 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 13608 days
From 3/6/1956 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Navy Log"::"Ninety Day Wonder" ) To 6/8/1993 ( commencement, Princeton University Class of 1993 ) is 13608 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 13608 days
From 6/8/1993 ( commencement, Princeton University Class of 1993 ) To 2/4/2003 ( ) is 3528 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/1/1975 ( ARPANET was declared operational and management responsibility transferred to Defense Communications Agency {became the technical foundation of the Internet of today} ) is 3528 days
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian20030204-01.2.13&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Wainwright_(CG-28)
USS Wainwright (DLG/CG-28), a Belknap-class
From Wikipedia
Armament
1 × Mark 42 5-inch/54-caliber gun
1 × Terrier missile / SM-2ER launcher
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RIM-67_Standard
RIM-67 Standard
From Wikipedia
The RIM-67 Standard ER (SM-1ER/SM-2ER) is an extended range surface-to-air missile (SAM) with a secondary anti-ship capability, originally developed for the United States Navy (USN).
Existing ships with the Mk86 guided missile fire control system, or "Terrier" were adapted to employ the new missile in place of the older RIM-2 Terrier missile. Ships that switched from the RIM-2 Terrier to the RIM-67A were still referred to as Terrier ships even though they were equipped with the newer missile.
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19780111-01.2.3&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 12:14 PM Pacific-timezone USA Saturday 01/04/2025
