Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home: July 2025

Thursday, July 31, 2025

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https://www.yahoo.com/news/articles/existing-nasa-spacecraft-could-intercept-182148643.html

Existing NASA Spacecraft Could Intercept the Weird Interstellar Object Cruising Into Our Star System

Victor Tangermann

Wed, July 30, 2025 at 11:21 AM PDT

In a yet-to-be-peer-reviewed paper, the researcher argued that NASA's Juno spacecraft, which was designed to study Jupiter and launched in 2011, could get eerily close to 3I/ATLAS by March 14, 2026.

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BATTLESTAR GALACTICA

2X12 - RESURRECTION SHIP (2)

Original Airdate (SciFi): 13-JAN-2006

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Fisk: Specialist Gage, let me ask you something. Those men in there, are they wearing Colonial uniforms?

Gage: Yes, sir.

Fisk: Specialist Vireem, do you agree with Specialist Gage here that those are, in fact, Colonial officers?

Vireem: Yes, sir. They killed lieutenant--

Fisk: Shut your frakkin' mouth! You see, I don't quite understand what I just saw because I think I saw you two knuckledraggers treating those men like they were Cylons, which, of course, couldn't be right because if, in fact, that was the case, then you're both subject to charges of assaulting a chief and a lieutenant under color of authority in a time of war. Which, if I'm not mistaken, carries a penalty on this ship that is quite severe.

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA

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Original Airdate (SciFi): 16-SEP-05

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Gage: Think Thorne'll give us a chance at this one too?

Vireem: Nah, I heard him say he's going to have to break her in a little first.

Helo moves toward Vireem aggressively. Tyrol stops him

Tyrol: Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no, not here, not here, not here.

Helo: Who the hell's this Thorne?

Gage: Lieutenant Thorne, sir, cylon interrogator. Rides 'em hard and keeps 'em talkin'.

Vireem: Your little robot girl is in for quite a ride. [Laughs] Yee-ha!

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The Postman (1997)

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General Bethlehem: Law one. You will obey orders without question. Law two: Punishment shall be swift. Law three: Mercy is for the weak. Four: Terror will defeat reason. Five: Your allegiance is to the clan. Six: Justice can be dictated. Seven: Any clansman may challenge for leadership of the clan.

by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals:

10/23/07 9:53 AM

A Steve Ballmer look-alike in a U.S. Postal Service uniform passed in front of me at 4th and Union this morning as I was outbound.

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by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals:

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From 5/7/1976 (Michael Murphy) to 12/7/1998 (my special operation) is: 8249 days

From 7/16/1963 to 2/14/1986 is: 8249 days

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Michael Patrick Murphy (May 7, 1976 June 28, 2005) was a United States Navy SEAL posthumously awarded the United States military's highest decoration, the Medal of Honor, for his actions during the current War in Afghanistan. He was the first person to be awarded the medal for actions in Afghanistan; and the first member of the U.S. Navy to receive the award since the Vietnam War.

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The Delta Force

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United States February 14, 1986

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Maj. Scott McCoy: Better hurry, Nick... I think there's gonna be reinforcements on the way.

by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals:

11/19/07 9:39 PM

I have been wondering if Comet Holmes is either photos from 1976 and you can't actually see it in the night sky as it is being reported, or it is a test mission where someone fired up my Orion ship and blew up another comet.

From 12/12/1997 ( premiere USA film "The Postman" ) To 10/23/2007 ( ) is 3602 days

3602 = 1801 + 1801

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/8/1970 ( from The Daily Princetonian publication, Princeton University: Frisbee Fans Flying Saucer Fanatics Tell Why They Can't Resist The Urge To Hip Those Plastic Platters ) is 1801 days

From 8/4/1943 ( ) To 10/23/2007 ( ) is 23456 days

23456 = 11728 + 11728

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/12/1997 ( premiere USA film "The Postman" ) is 11728 days

From 7/4/1976 ( at extreme personal risk to himself my biological brother Thomas Reagan the civilian and privately financed astronaut in his privately financed atom-pulse propulsion spaceship successfully intercepts the comet nicknamed "Lucifer" - threatening extinction by death and destruction of all life on this planet Earth - in the outer solar system beyond planet Saturn and diverts it away from our planet Earth ) To 10/23/2007 ( ) is 11433 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/20/1997 ( NASA STS-82 astronaut press conference ) is 11433 days

From 5/14/1992 ( the Intelsat 6 successful rescue during US space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-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 10/23/2007 ( ) is 5640 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/12/1981 ( my biological brother US Navy Fleet Admiral Thomas Reagan was the commander aboard the United States STS-1 Columbia spacecraft ) is 5640 days

From 5/14/1992 ( the Intelsat 6 successful rescue during US space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-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 10/23/2007 ( ) is 5640 days

5640 = 2820 + 2820

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/23/1973 ( my biological brother Thomas Reagan the 1969 medical-doctor graduate of Princeton University and the 1973 law-doctorate graduate of University of Oxford, England, passes the United States of America Multistate Bar Examination ) is 2820 days

From 2/6/2004 ( as Kerry Burgess my final day as full-time employee of Microsoft Corporation in Seattle beginning 12/07/1998 as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and the deputy director of the United States Marshals Service and the United States Marine Corps brigadier general circa 2004 ) To 10/23/2007 ( ) is 1355 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1969 ( from UPI: Moon walk up to Armstrong ; Apollo 11 dropped into orbit around the moon today ) is 1355 days

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comet_Holmes

Comet Holmes

Comet Holmes (official designation: 17P/Holmes) is a periodic comet in the Solar System, discovered by the British amateur astronomer Edwin Holmes on November 6, 1892. Although normally a very faint object, Holmes became notable during its October 2007 return when it temporarily brightened by a factor of a million, in what was the largest known outburst by a comet, and became visible to the naked eye. It also briefly became the largest object in the Solar System

During its 2007 return, Holmes unexpectedly brightened from a magnitude of about 17 to about 2.8 in a period of only 42 hours, making it visible to the naked eye. This represents a change of brightness by a factor of a million and is the largest known outburst by a comet thus far. The outburst took place from October 23 to 24, 2007.

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Existing NASA Spacecraft Could Intercept the Weird Interstellar Object Cruising Into Our Star System

Victor Tangermann

Wed, July 30, 2025 at 11:21 AM PDT

Earlier this month, astronomers noticed a mysterious object speeding toward the inner solar system from outside of our star system.

It's an exceedingly rare occurrence, marking only the third confirmed interstellar object to have ventured into our solar system, all of which have been detected since 2017.

Harvard astronomer and alien hunter Avi Loeb was quick to raise the tantalizing — albeit admittedly far-fetched — possibility that the object, dubbed 3I/ATLAS, could have been an alien probe sent to us by an intelligent civilization.

And now, in a twist right out of Stanley Kubrick's 1968 "2001: A Space Odyssey," he's suggesting a way that we could use an existing spacecraft to intercept the object's path to test that very hypothesis.

In a yet-to-be-peer-reviewed paper, the researcher argued that NASA's Juno spacecraft, which was designed to study Jupiter and launched in 2011, could get eerily close to 3I/ATLAS by March 14, 2026.

Juno would have to apply a thrust of 1.66 miles per second on September 14, 2025, Loeb calculated, to intercept the mysterious object's path.

"The close encounter of 3I/ATLAS to Jupiter provides a rare opportunity to shift Juno from its current orbit around Jupiter to intercept the path of 3I/ATLAS at its closest approach to Jupiter," he wrote in a new blog post about the proposal.

While it's technically not a rendezvous — the object's "excessively high hyperbolic speed" wouldn't allow for such a meeting — Juno's arsenal of scientific instruments "can all be used to probe the nature of 3I/ATLAS from a close distance," Loeb argued.

Whether the spacecraft, which has been soaring through space for 14 years now, would have enough fuel to even pull off such a stunt remains unclear.

But Loeb argues it could "rejuvenate Juno’s mission and extend its scientific lifespan beyond" the potential intercept some eight months from now.

The news comes as scientists are still racing to get a better sense of 3I/ATLAS' exact nature. Last week, the recently inaugurated Vera C. Rubin Observatory in Chile had a closer look, finding that the object is roughly seven miles wide, making it the largest interstellar object ever spotted.

The prevailing and most widely accepted theory suggests that 3I/ATLAS is a comet, with previous observations supporting the idea that its coma, or surrounding cloud of ice, dust, and gas, was anywhere up to 15 miles across.

The Vera C. Rubin observations identified large amounts of dust and water ice surrounding its solid nucleus, as detailed in a July 17 preprint, further adding evidence that it's a comet.

Yet many questions surrounding its origin remain a mystery. Some researchers believe it came from our galaxy's "thick disk," a dense layer that features chemically distinct populations of stars.

Other researchers suggest it could be around three to 11 billion years old, dating it back to the earliest days of the Milky Way.

It seems unlikely that NASA will find Loeb's suggestion compelling enough to fire up Juno's thrusters for an intercept. But it's an extremely rare opportunity to finally get a close glimpse of an interstellar visitor nonetheless — so hopefully they're at least checking his math to see if it's possible.

- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 12:52 PM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 07/31/2025

Today is 07/31/2025, Post #2

posted by me, Kerry Burgess: December 31, 2020

http://www. online-literature. com/bible/Genesis/

Literature Network

Genesis

6:5 And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.

6:6 And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart.

6:7 And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.

Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy

(from internet transcript)

excerpts, Chapter 26

"Welcome, Comrade General," said a dirty-faced Red Army colonel.

"Where is the divisional commander?"

"I'm in command. The General was killed day before yesterday by enemy artillery fire. We have to move the CP twice a day. They are becoming very skilled at locating us."

"Your situation?" Alekseyev asked curtly.

"The men are tired, but they can still fight. We are not getting sufficient air support, and the NATO fighters give us no rest at night. We have about half our nominal combat strength, except in artillery. That's down to a third. The Americans have just changed tactics on us. Now, instead of attacking the leading tank formations, they are sending their aircraft after our guns first. We were badly hurt last night. Just as we were launching a regimental attack, four of their ground-attack fighters nearly wiped out a battalion of mobile guns. The attack failed."

"What about concealment!" Alekseyev demanded.

"Ask the devil's mother why it doesn't work," the colonel shot back. "Their radar aircraft can evidently track vehicles on the ground-we've tried jamming, we've tried lures. Sometimes it works, but sometimes not. The division command post has been attacked twice. My regiments are commanded by majors, my battalions by captains. NATO tactics are to go for the unit commanders, and the bastards are good at it.

Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy

(from internet transcript)

excerpts, Chapter 27

NORWEGIAN SEA

Cruising at an altitude of thirty-six thousand feet the Tomcats flew racetrack-shaped patterns north and south of the predicted course for the Soviet tankers. Their powerful search/missile-guidance radars were shut down. Instead, they swept the skies with a built-in TV camera that could identify aircraft as far as forty miles away. Conditions were ideal, a clear sky with only a few high cirrus clouds; the fighters left no contrails that might warn another aircraft of their presence. The pilots curved their fighters around the sky, their eyes shifting out to check the horizon, then in to check engine instruments, a cycle repeated every ten seconds.

"Well, lookie here . . ." the squadron commander said to his weapons operator. The flight officer in the Tomcat's back seat centered the TV camera on the aircraft.

"Looks like a Badger to me."

"I don't suppose he's alone. Let's wait."

"Roge."

The bomber was over forty miles off. Soon two more appeared, along with something smaller.

"That's a fighter. So, they have fighter escorts this far out, eh? I count a total of . . . six targets." The weapons operator tightened up his shoulder straps, then activated his missile controls. "All weapons armed and ready. Fighters first?"

"Fighters first, light 'em up," the pilot agreed. He toggled up his radio. "Two, this is Lead, we have four tankers and a pair of fighters on a course of about zero-eight-five, forty miles west of my position. We are engaging now. Come on in. Over."

"Roger that. On the way, Lead. Out." Two brought his interceptor into a tight turn and advanced his throttles to the stops.

The leader's radar activated. They now had two fighters and four tankers identified. The first two Phoenixes would be targeted on the fighters.

"Shoot!"

The two missiles dropped clear of their shackle points and ignited, leading the Tomcat to the targets.

The Russian tankers had detected the fighter's AWG-9 radar and were already trying to evade. Their escorting fighters went to full power and activated their own missile-guidance radars, only to find that they were still outside missile range to the attacking fighters. Both switched on their jamming pods and began to jink their aircraft up and down as they closed in hope of launching their own missiles. They couldn't run away, there wasn't enough fuel for that, and their mission was to keep the fighters off the tankers.

The Phoenix missiles burned through the air at Mach 5, closing the distance to their targets in just under a minute. One Soviet pilot never saw the missile, and was blotted from the sky in a ball of red and black. The other did, and threw his stick over, a second before the missile exploded. It nearly missed, but fragments tore into the fighter's port wing. The pilot struggled to regain control as he fell from the sky.

Behind the fighters, the tankers split up, two heading north, the other pair south. The lead Tomcat took the northern pair and killed both with his remaining two Phoenixes. His wingman racing up from the north fired two missiles, hitting with one, and missing with the other, as the missile was confused by the Badger's jamming gear.

Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy

(from internet transcript)

excerpts, Chapter 20 – The Dance of the Vampires

The Badger crews exchanged looks of relief. They had detected the American radar signals fifteen minutes before, and knew that each kilometer south meant a greater chance that they would run into a cloud of enemy fighters. Aboard each aircraft the navigator and bombardier worked quickly to feed strike information into the Kelt missiles slung under each wing.

Eight hundred miles to their southwest, the Backfire crews advanced their throttles slightly, plotting a course to the datum point supplied by the raid commander. Having circled far around the American formation, they would now be controlled by the strike officer aboard the first Bear to make electronic contact with the Hawkeyes. They had a solid fix on the NATO formation, but they needed better if they were to locate and engage the carriers. These crews were not relieved, but excited. Now came the challenging part. The battle plan had been formulated a year before and practiced-over land exclusively-five times. Four times it had worked.

Aboard eighty Badger bombers, pilots checked their watches, counting off the seconds to 0615 Zulu.

"Launch!"

The lead Badger launched eight seconds early. First one, then the second, aircraft-shaped Kelt dropped free of its pylon, falling several hundred feet before their turbojet engines ran up to full power. Running on autopilot, the Kelts climbed back to thirty thousand feet and cruised on south at six hundred knots indicated air speed. The bomber crews watched their birds proceed for a minute or two, then each of the bombers turned slowly and gracefully for home, their mission done. Six Badger-J stand-off jamming aircraft continued south. They would stay sixty kilometers behind the Kelts. Their crews were nervous but confident. It would not be easy for American radar to bum through their powerful jammers, and in any case, the Americans would soon have many targets to concern them.

The Kelts continued on, straight and level. They carried their own electronic equipment, which would be triggered automatically by sensors in their tail fins. When they entered the theoretical arc of the Hawkeyes' radar range, transponders in their noses clicked on.

USS NIMITZ

"Radar contacts! Designate Raid-1, bearing three-four-niner, range four-six-zero miles. Numerous contacts, count one-four-zero contacts, course one-seven-five, speed six hundred knots."

The master tactical scope plotted the contacts electronically, and a pair of plexiglass plates showed another visual display.

"So, here they come," Baker said quietly. "Right on time. Comments?"

"I-" Toland didn't get a chance.

The computer display went white.

"Clipper Base, this is Hawk-Three. We're getting some jamming," reported the senior airborne control officer. "We plot six, possibly seven jammers, bearing three-four-zero to zero-three-zero. Pretty powerful stuff. Estimate we have stand-off jammers

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Event Date variable: 12/31/2020

Search Date variable: 11/21/1994

From 11/21/1994 ( ) To 12/31/2020 ( ) is 9537 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/13/1991 ( ) is 9537 days

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt9721660/

The Stand

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Flagg communicates with Nick and Nadine, and sends a message to Abigail and the Committee

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In Harm's Way (1965)

Quotes

Admiral Kimmel: It is my duty to inform you that you have been relieved of your command, pending the findings of a court of inquiry.

Captain Torrey: I don't understand, sir.

Admiral Kimmel: You weren't zig-zagging when you took the two torpedoes.

Captain Torrey: I was stretching my fuel, sir.

Admiral Kimmel: If you didn't have fuel to complete your mission, why didn't you turn back for Pearl?

Captain Torrey: My mission was to intercept and engage an enemy of greatly superior strength, sir. I could only take that one way: that my group was expendable.

Admiral Kimmel: I doubt if a court of inquiry will accept that. Captain, you're about to be caught in a vacuum between a peacetime Navy and a wartime Navy. Six months from now, they'll be making admirals out of captains who exhibit some guts. But right now, they're only reacting to the Pearl Harbor disaster, and punishment is order-of-the-day. Of course, you don't have to abide by what a court of inquiry decides. You can ask for general court-martial, get yourself a couple of crack sea lawyers, and make a fight of it.

Captain Torrey: I wouldn't care to do that, sir.

Admiral Kimmel: Why not?

Captain Torrey: Second-generation Navy, Admiral.

Admiral Kimmel: I see. I don't plan to ask for court-martial either, Captain, and I've lost a fleet. So I expect we'll both just take what they give us, and trust it will be a useful job somewhere.

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The Last Boy Scout (1991)

Quotes

[Joe gets to his office, after waking up next to a dead squirrel a bunch of kids threw in his car]

Mike Matthews: What'd you do last night?

Joe Hallenbeck: I think I fucked a squirrel to death, and don't remember.

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The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

(from internet transcript)

excerpts, Chapter 23

Randall Flagg, the dark man, strode south on US 51, listening to the nightsounds that pressed close on both sides of this narrow road that would take him sooner or later out of Idaho and into Nevada. From Nevada he might go anywhere. From New Orleans to Nogales, from Portland, Oregon, to Portland, Maine, it was his country, and none knew or loved it better. He knew where the roads went, and he walked them at night. Now, an hour before dawn, he was somewhere between Grasmere and Riddle, west of Twin Falls, still north of the Duck Valley Reservation that spreads across two states. And wasn’t it fine?

He walked rapidly, rundown bootheels clocking against the paved surface of the road, and if car lights showed on the horizon he faded back and back, down over the soft shoulder to the high grass where the night bugs made their homes… and the car would pass him, the driver perhaps feeling a slight chill as if he had driven through an air pocket, his sleeping wife and children stirring uneasily, as if all had been touched with a bad dream at the same instant.

He walked south, south on US 51, the worn heels of his sharp-toed cowboy boots clocking on the pavement; a tall man of no age in faded, pegged jeans and a denim jacket. His pockets were stuffed with fifty different kinds of conflicting literature—pamphlets for all seasons, rhetoric for all reasons. When this man handed you a tract you took it no matter what the subject: the dangers of atomic power plants, the role played by the International Jewish Cartel in the overthrow of friendly governments, the CIA-Contra-cocaine connection, the farm workers’ unions, the Jehovah’s Witnesses (If You Can Answer These Ten Questions “Yes,” You Have Been SAVED!), the Blacks for Militant Equality, the Kode of the Klan. He had them all, and more, too. There was a button on each breast of his denim jacket. On the right, a yellow smile-face. On the left, a pig wearing a policeman’s cap. The legend was written beneath in red letters which dripped to simulate blood: HOW’S YOUR PORK?

He moved on, not pausing, not slowing, but alive to the night. His eyes seemed almost frantic with the night’s possibilities. There was a Boy Scout knapsack on his back, old and battered. There was a dark hilarity in his face, and perhaps in his heart, too, you would think—and you would be right.

The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

(from internet transcript)

excerpts, Chapter 32

The guard said he was feeling fine himself, but he was going to get the Christ out just as soon as his shift was over. He had heard the army was going to roadblock US 17 and I-10 and US 80 by tomorrow morning, and he was going to load up his wife and kid and all the food he could get his hands on and stay up in the mountains until it all blew over. He had a cabin up there, the guard said, and if anyone tried to get within thirty yards of it, he would put a bullet in his head.

The next morning Trask had a runny nose and said he felt feverish. He had been nearly gibbering with panic, Lloyd remembered as he sucked his fingers. Trask had yelled at every guard who passed to get him the fuck out before he got really sick or something. The guards never even looked at him, or at any of the other prisoners, who were now as restless as underfed lions in the zoo. That was when Lloyd started to feel scared. Usually there were as many as twenty different screws on the floor at any given time. So how come he had seen only four or five different faces on the other side of the bars?

That day, the twenty-seventh, Lloyd had begun eating only half of the meals that were thrust through the bars at him, and saving the other half—precious little—under his bunk mattress.

Yesterday Trask had gone into sudden convulsions. His face had turned as black as the ace of spades and he had died. Lloyd had looked longingly at Trask’s half-eaten lunch, but he had no way to reach it. Yesterday afternoon there had still been a few guards on the floor, but they weren’t carrying anyone down to the infirmary anymore, no matter how sick. Maybe they were dying down in the infirmary, too, and the warden decided to stop wasting the effort. No one came to remove Trask’s body.

Lloyd napped late yesterday afternoon. When he woke, the Maximum Security corridors were empty. No supper had been served. Now the place really did sound like the lion house at the zoo. Lloyd wasn’t imaginative enough to wonder how much more savage it would have sounded if Maximum Security had been filled to its capacity. He had no idea how many were still alive and lively enough to yell for their supper, but the echoes made it sound like more. All Lloyd knew for sure was that Trask was gathering flies on his right, and the cell on his left was empty. The former occupant, a young jive-talking black guy who had tried to mug an old lady and had killed her instead, had been taken to the infirmary days back. Across the way he could see two empty cells and the dangling feet of a man who was in for killing his wife and his brother-in-law during a penny Pokeno game. The Pokeno Killer, as he had been called, had apparently opted out with his belt, or if they had taken that, his own pair of pants.

Later that night, after the lights had come on automatically, Lloyd had eaten some of the beans he had saved from two days ago. They tasted horrible but he ate them anyway. He washed them down with water from the toilet bowl and then crawled up on his bunk and clasped his knees against his chest, cursing Poke for getting him into such a mess. It was all Poke’s fault. On his own, Lloyd never would have been ambitious to get into more than small-time trouble.

Little by little, the roaring for food had quieted down, and Lloyd suspected he wasn’t the only one who had been squirreling away some insurance. But he didn’t have much. If he had really believed this was going to happen, he would have put away more. There was something in the back of his mind that he didn’t want to see. It was as if there was a set of flapping drapes in the back of his mind, with something behind them. You could only see that thing’s bony, skeletal feet below the hem of the drapes. That’s all you wanted to see. Because the feet belonged to a nodding, emaciated corpse, and his name was STARVATION.

“Oh no,” Lloyd said. “Someone’s gonna come. Sure they are. Just as sure as shit sticks to a blanket.”

But he kept remembering the rabbit.

The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

(from internet transcript)

“Mother? ”

“I know what you can do with your mother,” Lloyd muttered.

The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

(from internet transcript)

“MOOOOTHERRRR —” The voice came drifting up at the steel throat of the holding cells again, as mournful as a foghorn.

“Jesus,” Lloyd muttered. “Holy Jesus. SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP, YA FUCKIN DIMWIT! ”

“MOOOOOOOTHERRRRRRRRRR —”

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https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/radio-and-television-address-the-american-people-the-nuclear-test-ban-treaty

The American Presidency Project

JOHN F. KENNEDY

35th President of the United States: 1961 ‐ 1963

Radio and Television Address to the American People on the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty

July 26, 1963

A war today or tomorrow, if it led to nuclear war, would not be like any war in history. A full-scale nuclear exchange, lasting less than 60 minutes, with the weapons now in existence, could wipe out more than 300 million Americans, Europeans, and Russians, as well as untold numbers elsewhere. And the survivors, as Chairman Khrushchev warned the Communist Chinese, "the survivors would envy the dead." For they would inherit a world so devastated by explosions and poison and fire that today we cannot even conceive of its horrors.

From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 12/31/2020 ( ) is 8186 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/1/1988 ( premiere USA film "The Seventh Sign" ) is 8186 days

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- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:25 AM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 07/31/2025

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by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: November 25, 2020

"Somebody or Some Thing *HAS* to be in control of the Universe!", shrieks idiotically the Jesus Christ bible-thumper, too ignorant to ever grasp his own vast, stupendous ignorance.

Motivation

From Wikipedia

Motivation is an internal state that propels individuals to engage in goal-directed behavior. It is often understood as a force that explains why people or animals initiate, continue, or terminate a certain behavior at a particular time. It is a complex phenomenon and its precise definition is disputed. It contrasts with amotivation, which is a state of apathy or listlessness.

by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, September 11, 2024

[ by me, Kerry Burgess: The Catholic Pope and any other clergy of any religion are being paid real money to peddle their bunk to you. {Those Catholic-superstition purveyors and their gullible, willing victims just stopped reading at this point} *You* are gullible and naive and cowardly terrified of mortality and *you* are paying real money to those scam-artists to deliver their false promises and superstition to you. Pathetic. Immoral. Theology is nothing better than circular-reasoning. ]

by me, Kerry Burgess, September 24, 2019

During my waking hours sitting here at this desk, I'm often scanning the news headlines on the sites I track on the internet.

One of the topics that I've seen come up a few times lately are articles from seemingly credible news sources that talk about the archaeological search for dwellings associated with Jesus Christ, that Imaginary Friend of yours who lives in the clouds and who thinks you're the most special person in the entire galaxy and universe beyond that in your blithering idiocy you're completely and absolutely ignorant about.

I've heard those moronic Jesus Christ bible-thumpers - cowards terrified of mortality as are all religious, "spiritual" types - talk about proof.

Proof that they don't know anything about anything.

Religious scholars are experts only in circular reasoning.

I keep watch for the so-called "religious professor" - notable graduates of the clown-colleges infesting the United States of America - for those intelligent persons who learn enough about the subject to finally figure out that monkeys invented their god. Bible-thumpers are too weak- and lazy-minded to ever put in any serious effort at understanding *why* the human psyche *needs* a god.

So in their delusions they read such news article about discoveries and in their idiocy they think that somehow equates to proof of their delusions.

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Ezra Miller reveals his wild top-secret role in The Stand

Exclusive interview and first look photos of Miller as you've never seen him before.

By James Hibberd Published on November 18, 2020 10:32 AM EST

actor will play Trashcan Man, a pivotal character from Stephen King’s 1978 post-apocalyptic novel.

The casting details have been kept under wraps until now. Take a look Miller’s dramatic transformation above.

The Stand is about a global pandemic that kills more than 99 percent of the population and leaves two groups of survivors to battle for the soul of America. Trash is an unstable pyromaniac who joins a group of survivors in "New Vegas" led by the demonic Randall Flagg (Alexander Skarsgard).

“It’s so different from any way that anyone has seen Erza before, and he's so committed to it,” says The Stand showrunner Benjamin Cavell.

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Judge moves trial of Idaho student killings suspect Bryan Kohberger due to presumed prejudice

By Cheri Mossburg and Eric Levenson, CNN

Updated 7:12 PM EDT, Mon September 9, 2024

CNN — An Idaho judge ruled Monday to move the upcoming murder trial of Bryan Kohberger, the man charged with killing four University of Idaho students in 2022, due to concerns that the local community in Moscow is prejudiced against him.

“Considering the undisputed evidence presented by the defense, the extreme nature of the news coverage in this case, and the smaller population in Latah County, the defense has met the rather low standard of demonstrating ‘reasonable likelihood’ that prejudicial news coverage will compromise a fair trial in Latah County,” the judge wrote in the order granting the change.

Kohberger’s defense team had requested to move the case out of town, saying in a recent memorandum and August hearing that he can’t receive a fair trial in Latah County because of “inflammatory” publicity. But prosecutors rejected that argument, saying the court could put in place other measures to ensure a fair trial.

Judge John Judge sided with the defense in Monday’s change of venue ruling.

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Idaho murder suspect wants trial moved after survey results say town will ‘burn the courthouse down’ if he’s acquitted

“The court has spent many months carefully considering the legal and logistical concerns with a trial of this length and magnitude, carefully reading each submission, listening to each expert, and evaluating each party’s position,” he wrote. “Based upon the totality of the factors, Defendant’s Motion for Change of Venue is granted.”

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“Ray? You there, Ray?” The voice was tired, nasal. “I listen to your program all the time, me and my husband both, and we just wanted to say keep up the good work and don’t let them bully you. Okay, Ray? Ray?… Ray?…”

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In Boulder, Colorado, a rumor that the U.S. Meteorological Air Testing Center was really a biological warfare installation began to spread. The rumor was repeated on the air by a semidelirious Denver FM disc jockey. By 11 P.M. on the night of June 26, a vast, lemminglike exodus from Boulder had begun. A company of soldiers was sent out from Denver-Arvada to stop them, but it was like sending a man with a whisk-broom to clean out the Augean stables. Better than eleven thousand civilians—sick, scared, and with no other thought but to put as many miles between themselves and the Air Testing Center as possible—rolled over them. Thousands of other Boulderites fled to other points of the compass.

At quarter past eleven a shattering explosion lit the night at the Air Testing Center’s location on Broadway. A young radical named Desmond Ramage had planted better than sixteen pounds of plastique, originally earmarked for various Midwestern courthouses and state legislatures, in the ATC lobby. The explosive was great; the timer was cruddy. Ramage was vaporized along with all sorts of harmless weather equipment and particle-for-particle pollution-measuring gadgets.

Meanwhile, the exodus from Boulder went on.

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excerpts, Chapter 45

“What other fella?”

Nick wrote. Circled what he had written. Handed it to her directly. Her eyes were not much good for close work without her specs or the lighted magnifying glass she’d gotten in Hemingford Center last year, but she could read this. It was writ large, like the writing God had put on the wall of Belshazzar’s palace. Circled, it gave her a cold chill just looking at it. She thought of weasels squirming across the road on their bellies, yanking at her towsack with their needle-sharp killers’ teeth. She thought of a single red eye opening, disclosing itself in the darkness, looking, searching, now not just for an old woman but a whole party of men and women… and one little girl.

The two circled words were: dark man.

“I’ve been told,” she said, folding the paper, straightening it, then folding it again, for the time being unmindful of the misery of her arthritis, “that we’re to go west. I’ve been told in a dream, by the Lord God. I didn’t want to listen. I’m an old woman, and all I want to do is die on this little piece of land. It’s been my family’s freehold for a hundred and twelve years, but I wasn’t meant to die here any more than Moses was meant to go over into Canaan with the Children of Israel.”

She paused. The two men watched her soberly in the lamplight, and outside the rain continued to fall, slow and ceaseless. There was no more thunder. Lord, she thought, these dentures hurt my mouth. I want to take them out and go to bed.

“I started having dreams two years before this plague ever fell. I’ve always dreamed, and sometimes my dreams have come true. Prophecy is the gift of God and everyone has a smidge of it. My own grandmother used to call it the shining lamp of God, sometimes just the shine. In my dreams I saw myself going west. At first with just a few people, then a few more, then a few more. West, always west, until I could see the Rocky Mountains. It got so there was a whole caravan of us, two hundred or more. And there would be signs… no, not signs from God but regular road-signs, and every one of them saying things like BOULDER, COLORADO, 609 MILES or THIS WAY TO BOULDER.”

The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

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excerpts, Chapter 62

Lloyd brightened. The Indian Springs project was his baby. “Good. Real good. We’re going to have three guys checked out on the Skyhawk planes by the first of October, maybe sooner. Hank Rawson really looks great. And that Trashcan Man, he’s a fucking genius. About some things he’s not too bright, but when it comes to weapons, he’s incredible.”

She had met Trashcan Man twice. Both times she had felt a chill slip over her when his strange, muddy eyes happened to light upon her, and a palpable sense of relief when those eyes passed on. It was obvious that many of the others—Lloyd, Hank Rawson, Ronnie Sykes, the Rat-Man—saw him as a kind of mascot, a good luck charm. One of his arms was a horrid mass of freshly healed burn tissue, and she remembered something peculiar that had happened two nights ago. Hank Rawson had been talking. He put a cigarette in his mouth, struck a match, and finished what he was saying before lighting the cigarette and shaking out the match. Dayna saw the way that Trashcan Man’s eyes homed in on the match flame, the way his breathing seemed to stop. It was as if his whole being had focused on the tiny flame. It was like watching a starving man contemplate a nine-course dinner. Then Hank shook out the match and dropped the blackened stub into an ashtray. The moment had ended.

“He’s good with weapons?” she asked Lloyd.

“He’s great with them. The Skyhawks have under-wing missiles, air-to-ground. Shrikes. Weird how they name all that shit, isn’t it? No one could figure out how the goddam things went on the planes. No one could figure out how to arm them or safety-control them. Christ, it took us most of one day to figure out how to get them off the storage racks. So Hank says, ‘We better get Trashy out here when he gets back and see if he can figure it out.’”

“When he gets back?”

“Yeah, he’s a funny dude. He’s been in Vegas almost a week now, but he’ll be taking off again pretty quick.”

“Where does he go?”

“Into the desert. He takes a Land-Rover and just goes. He’s a strange guy, I tell you. In his way, Trash is almost as strange as the big guy himself. West of here there’s nothing but empty desert and godforsaken waste. I ought to know. I did time way up west in a hellhole called Brownsville Station. I don’t know how he lives out there, but he does. He looks for new toys, and he always comes back with a few. About a week after him and me got back from L.A., he brought back a pile of army machine guns with laser sights—never-miss machine guns, Hank calls them. This time it was Teller mines, contact mines, fragment mines, and a canister of Parathion. He said he found a whole stockpile of Parathion. Also enough defoliant to turn the whole state of Colorado bald as an egg.”

“Where does he find it?”

“Everywhere,” Lloyd said simply. “He sniffs it out, sweetbuns. It isn’t really so strange. Most of western Nevada and eastern California was owned by the good old U.S.A. It’s where they tested their toys, all the way up to A-bombs. He’ll be dragging one of those back someday.”

- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 06:31 AM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 07/31/2025

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- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 6:12 PM Pacific-timezone USA Wednesday 07/30/2025

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by me, Kerry Burgess, 07/30/2025 4:16 PM

Earlier, I speculated - with completely no source suggesting evidence - that Bryan Kohberger was lured to that house that night

He admitted to the crimes because he was caught doing something much worse

Today, seeing this on local tv-news, an explanation formed in my mind

He was part of a crew going around staging stuff like that

He's in prison now because he got greedy and wanted more loot

Recently, I speculated the overall purpose of that grand conspiracy THEY are building

If I can figure that out then their activities are less than meaningless and pointless

Establishing some sort of camouflage

That 2004 "Tic Tac" hoax that drives that UFO-bunkers into frenzy is one possible example

See, you people are incapable of independent-thought

The "artificial intelligence" fad hype is another good example, seems to me

You people are incapable of thinking anything other than what you are told to think

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https://www.newsweek.com/new-video-shows-bryan-kohberger-stopped-police-months-before-killing-2106460

From 5/12/1991 ( disguised as McLaren driver Ayrton Senna, I was the winning race driver at the Formula One Monaco Grand Prix as the unpublished Formula One driver and the financial partner of McLaren Honda and the legitimate agent of Interpol ) To 8/21/2022 ( ) is 11424 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/11/1997 ( Hubble Space Telescope repair mission - the launch of the US space shuttle Discovery orbiter vehicle mission STS-82 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-82 pilot astronaut and my 4th US NASA orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 11424 days

From 4/18/1988 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2), from my official enlisted US Navy records: during USA Armed Forces Expeditionary Operation Earnest Will with my personal participation and commendation - 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) - aboard the USS Wainwright CG-28 US Navy the United States Operation Praying Mantis ) To 8/21/2022 ( ) is 12543 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/6/2000 ( premiere USA film "Mission to Mars" ) is 12543 days

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Newsweek

New Video Shows Bryan Kohberger Stopped by Police Months Before Killing

Published Jul 30, 2025 at 12:10 PM EDT Updated Jul 30, 2025 at 1:18 PM EDT

New Video Shows Bryan Kohberger Stopped By Police

By Hollie Silverman and Jenna Sundel

New body camera video released by the Latah County Prosecutor's Office shows convicted killer Bryan Kohberger interacting with law enforcement after being pulled over for speeding months before the University of Idaho murders.

What To Know

The traffic stop happened on August 21, 2022, in Latah County, according to an incident report released by the prosecutor's office. The officer stated that he stopped Kohberger's vehicle for traveling at a speed of 42 mph in a 35 mph zone.

In the newly released video, Kohberger tells the officer twice that he is an "honest" person.

He first admits that he was not wearing a seat belt.

"Were you wearing your seat belt when I stopped you?" the officer is heard asking in the video, to which Kohberger replies, "No."

When the officer tells him, "That's no good," Kohberger responds with, "I'm just being honest with you."

"There's absolutely no point in not being honest, you have a radar," Kohberger says.