Tgu78 @Tgu78160488 Jul 3, 2025
by me, Kerry Burgess, 07/03/2025 7:36 PM
The hardest part about the upcoming July 9th is my reluctance to accept certain possibilities
I am myself looking at the message and rejecting it because of the messenger
I must accept that (arbitrary) 90% of the code is important
Tgu78 @Tgu78160488 Jul 3, 2025
by me, Kerry Burgess, 07/03/2025 7:40 PM
I just want to know there is a real way out for me that I want to take
That I didn't waste 20 years on this campaign of mine for no good reason
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 14
It was quarter of twelve. Outside the small pillbox window, dark pressed evenly against the glass. Deitz sat alone in the office cubicle, tie pulled down, collar button undone. His feet were up on the anonymous metal desk, and he was holding a microphone. On top of the desk, the reels of an old-fashioned Wollensak tape recorder turned and turned.
“This is Colonel Deitz,” he said. “Located Atlanta facility code PB-2. This is Report 16, subject file Project Blue, subfile Princess/Prince. This report, file, and subfile are Top Secret, classification 2-2-3, eyes only. If you are not classified to receive this material, fuck off, Jack.”
He stopped and let his eyes fall closed for a moment. The tape reels ran on smoothly, undergoing all the correct electrical and magnetic changes.
“Prince gave me one helluva scare tonight,” he said at last. “I won’t go into it; it’ll be in Denninger’s report. That guy will be more than willing to quote chapter and verse. Plus, of course, a transcription of my conversation with Prince will be on the telecommunications disc which also contains the transcription of this tape, which is being made at 2345 hours. I was almost pissed enough to hit him, because he scared the living Jesus out of me. I am not pissed anymore, however. The man put me into his shoes, and for just a second there I knew exactly how it feels to shake in them. He’s a fairly bright man once you get past the Gary Cooper exterior, and one independent sonofabitch. If it suits him, he’ll find all sorts of novel monkey-wrenches to throw into the gears. He has no close family in Arnette or anyplace else, so we can’t put much of a hammerlock on him. Denninger has volunteers—or says he does—who’ll be happy to go in and muscle him into a more cooperative frame of mind, and it may come to that, but if I may be pardoned another personal observation, I believe it would take more muscle than Denninger thinks. Maybe a whole lot more. For the record, I am still against it. My mother used to say you can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar, and I guess I still believe it.
“Again, for the record, he still tests virus-clean. You figure it out.”
He paused again, fighting the urge to doze off. He had managed only four hours of sleep in the last seventy-two.
“Records as of twenty-two-hundred hours,” he said formally, and picked a sheaf of reports off the desk. “Henry Carmichael died while I was talking with Prince. The cop, Joseph Robert Brentwood, died half an hour ago. This won’t be in Dr. D’s report, but he was all but shitting green apples over that one. Brentwood showed a sudden positive response to the vaccine type… uh…” He shuffled papers. “Here it is. 63-A-3. See subfile, if you like. Brentwood’s fever broke, the characteristic swellings in the glands of the neck went down, he reported hunger, and ate a poached egg and a slice of unbuttered toast. Spoke rationally, wanted to know where he was, and so on and so on and scooby-dooby-do. Then, around twenty-hundred hours, the fever came back with a bang. Delirious. He broke the restraints on his bed and went reeling around the room, yelling, coughing, blowing snot, the whole bit. Then he fell over and died. Kaboom. The opinion of the team is that the vaccine killed him. It made him better for a while, but he was getting sick again even before it killed him. So, it’s back to the old drawing boards.”
He paused.
“I saved the worst for last. We can declassify Princess back to plain old Eva Hodges, female, age four, Caucasian. Her coach-and-four turned back into a pumpkin and a bunch of mice late this afternoon. To look at her, you’d think she was perfectly normal, not even a sniffle. She’s down-hearted, of course; she misses her mom. Other than that, she appears perfectly normal. She’s got it, though. Her post-lunch BP first showed a drop, then a rise, which is the only halfway decent diagnostic tool Denninger’s got so far. Before supper Denninger showed me her sputum slides—as an incentive to diet, sputum slides are really primo, believe me—and they’re lousy with those wagon-wheel germs he says aren’t really germs at all, but incubators. I can’t understand how he can know where this thing is and what it looks like and still not be able to stop it. He gives me a lot of jargon, but I don’t think he understands it, either.”
Deitz lit a cigarette.
“So where are we tonight? We’ve got a disease that’s got several well-defined stages… but some people may skip a stage. Some people may backtrack a stage. Some people may do both. Some people stay in one stage for a relatively long time and others zoom through all four as if they were on a rocket-sled. One of our two ‘clean’ subjects is no longer clean. The other is a thirty-year-old redneck who seems to be as healthy as I am. Denninger has done about thirty million tests on him and has succeeded in isolating only four abnormalities: Redman appears to have a great many moles on his body. He has a slight hypertensive condition, too slight to medicate right now. He develops a mild tic under his left eye when he’s under stress. And Denninger says he dreams a great deal more than average—almost all night, every night. They got that from the standard EEG series they ran before he went on strike. And that’s it. I can’t make anything out of it, neither can Dr. Denninger, and neither can the people who check Dr. Demento’s Work.
“This scares me, Starkey. It scares me because nobody but a very smart doctor with all the facts is going to be able to diagnose anything but a common cold in the people who are out there carrying this. Christ, nobody goes to the doctor anymore unless they’ve got pneumonia or a suspicious lump on the tit or a bad case of the dancing hives. Too hard to get one to look at you. So they’re going to stay home, drink fluids and get plenty of bedrest, and then they’re going to die. Before they do, they’re going to infect everyone who comes into the same room with them. All of us are still expecting the Prince—I think I used his real name here someplace, but at this juncture I don’t really give a fuck—to come down with it tonight or tomorrow or the day after, at the latest. And so far, no one who’s come down with it has gotten better. Those sonsofbitches out in California did this job a little too well for my taste.
“Deitz, Atlanta PB facility 2, this report ends.”
He turned off the recorder and stared at it for a long time. Then he lit another cigarette.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 28
Since her father had died at half past eight the night before, her ability to focus mentally seemed to have gotten fragmented. She would forget things she had been doing, her mind would go off on some dreamy tangent, or she would simply sit, not thinking of anything at all, no more aware of the world than a head of cabbage.
After her father died she had sat beside his bed for a long time. At last she had gone downstairs and turned on the TV. No particular reason; like the man said, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. The only station broadcasting had been the NBC affiliate in Portland, WCSH, and they seemed to be broadcasting some sort of crazy trial show. A black man, who looked like a Ku Klux Klansman’s worst nightmare of headhunting Africans, had been pretending to execute white men with a pistol while other men in the audience applauded. It had to be pretend, of course—they didn’t show things like that on TV if they were real—but it hadn’t looked like pretend. It reminded her crazily of Alice in Wonderland, only it wasn’t the Red Queen yelling “Off with their heads!” in this case, but… what? Who? The Black Prince, she had supposed. Not that the beef in the loincloth had looked much like Prince.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 50
And strangest of all, none of them seemed to be questioning the profound theological implications of the dreams… and of the plague itself. Boulder itself was a cloned society, a tabula so rasa that it could not sense its own novel beauty.
Harold sensed it, and hated it.
Far away over the mountains was another cloned creature. A cutting from the dark malignancy, a single wild cell taken from the dying corpus of the old body politic, a lone representative of the carcinoma that had been eating the old society alive. One single cell, but it had already begun to reproduce itself and spawn other wild cells. For society it would be the old struggle, the effort of healthy tissue to reject the malignant incursion. But for each individual cell there was the old, old question, the one that went back to the Garden—did you eat the apple or leave it alone? Over there, in the West, they were already eating them a mess of apple pie and apple cobbler. The assassins of Eden were there, the dark fusiliers.
And he himself, when faced with the knowledge that he was free to accept what was, had rejected the new opportunity. To seize it would have been to murder himself. The ghost of every humiliation he had ever suffered cried out against it. His murdered dreams and ambitions came back to eldritch life and asked if he could forget them so easily. In the new Free Zone society he could only be Harold Lauder. Over there he could be a prince.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 39
“Did I introduce myself? The name is Flagg, with the double g. Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Lloyd croaked.
“And I think, before I open this cell and we go get some dinner, we ought to have a little understanding, Lloyd.”
“Sure thing,” Lloyd croaked, and began to cry again.
“I’m going to make you my righthand man, Lloyd. Going to put you right up there with Saint Peter. When I open this door, I’m going to slip the keys to the kingdom right into your hand. What a deal, right?”
“Yeah,” Lloyd whispered, growing frightened again. It was almost full dark now. Flagg was little more than a dark shape, but his eyes were still perfectly visible. They seemed to glow in the dark like the eyes of a lynx, one to the left of the bar that ended in the lockbox, one to the right. Lloyd felt terror, but something else as well: a kind of religious ecstasy. A pleasure. The pleasure of being chosen. The feeling that he had somehow won through… to something.
“You’d like to get even with the people who left you here, isn’t that right?”
“Boy, that sure is,” Lloyd said, forgetting his terror momentarily. It was swallowed up by a starving, sinewy anger.
“Not just those people, but everyone who would do a thing like that,” Flagg suggested. “It’s a type of person, isn’t it? To a certain type of person, a man like you is nothing but garbage. Because they are high up. They don’t think a person like you has a right to live.”
“That’s just right,” Lloyd said. His great hunger had suddenly been changed into a different kind of hunger. It had changed just as surely as the black stone had changed into the silver key. This man had expressed all the complex things he had felt in just a handful of sentences. It wasn’t just the gate-guard he wanted to get even with—why, here’s the wise-ass pusbag, what’s the story, pusbag, got anything smart to say? —because the gate-guard wasn’t the one. The gate-guard had had THE KEY, all right, but the gate-guard had not made THE KEY. Someone had given it to him. The warden, Lloyd supposed, but the warden hadn’t made THE KEY, either. Lloyd wanted to find the makers and forgers. They would be immune to the flu, and he had business with them. Oh yes, and it was good business.
“You know what the Bible says about people like that?” Flagg asked quietly. “It says the exalted shall be abased and the mighty shall be brought low and the stiffnecked shall be broken. And you know what it says about people like you, Lloyd? It says blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. And it says blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall see God.”
Lloyd was nodding. Nodding and crying. For a moment it seemed that a blazing corona had formed around Flagg’s head, a light so bright that if Lloyd looked at it for long it would burn his eyes to cinders. Then it was gone… if it had ever been there at all, and it must not have been, because Lloyd had not even lost his night vision.
“Now you aren’t very bright,” Flagg said, “but you are the first. And I have the feeling you might be very loyal. You and I, Lloyd, we’re going to go far. It’s a good time for people like us. Everything is starting up for us. All I need is your word.”
“W-word?”
“That we’re going to stick together, you and me. No denials. No falling asleep on guard duty. There will be others very soon—they’re on their way west already—but for now, there’s just us. I’ll give you the key if you give me your promise.”
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-66026967
From 12/17/1994 ( ) To 6/26/2023 ( Monday ) is 10418 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/12/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries finale "The Stand" ) is 10418 days
From 11/7/2006 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, from my official United States of America Veterans Affairs psychiatric-hospital documents, the final appointment with the psychiatrist ) To 6/26/2023 ( ) is 6075 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/21/1982 ( Britain's Prince William the Duke of Cambridge ) is 6075 days
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-66026967
BBC
Prosecutors seek death penalty in Idaho murder case
26 June 2023
Prosecutors say they will seek the death penalty against a man accused of killing four university students in Moscow, Idaho.
Bryan Kohberger, 28, faces four counts of first degree murder in the stabbing deaths of the students in an off-campus house last November.
He was arrested following a six-week manhunt.
A judge entered a not guilty plea on his behalf last May after he chose to "stand silent" in court.
In new court filing on Monday, prosecutors wrote that "considering all evidence currently known to the State, the State is compelled to file this notice of intent to seek the death penalty".
The top prosecutor, Bill Thompson, wrote in the court filing that this case met the standard for the death penalty as Mr Kohberger's acts were "especially heinous, atrocious or cruel" and "exhibited utter disregard for human life".
Kaylee Goncalves and Madison Mogen, aged 21, and Xana Kernodle and Ethan Chapin, both 20, were killed in an off-campus apartment on 13 November.
The gruesome murder of the four college students days before Thanksgiving in 2022 shocked the nation.
Goncalves' family said they are "grateful" that prosecutors are pursuing the death penalty in the case.
"We continue to pray for all the victims families and appreciate all the support we have received," the family said in a statement on Monday.
Investigators have said the killer left DNA on a "leather knife sheath" found at the crime scene.
In January, unsealed court documents revealed police collected a knife, Glock pistol, black gloves, a black hat and a black face mask during a search of Mr Kohberger's home.
Documents also show police seized and later dismantled a white 2015 Hyundai Elantra that Mr Kohberger had occasionally driven.
Mr Kohberger's attorney criticised the prosecution's reliance on investigative genetic genealogy in its own recent court filings, calling it a "bizarrely complex DNA tree experiment".
Investigative genetic genealogy - using DNA from crime scenes and seeking to identify suspects through other genetic DNA profiles or matches - has been used with growing frequency in recent years to solve crime cases.
Prosecutors have said the FBI went to public DNA sites with results from the knife sheath, which allowed them to hone in their investigation on Mr Kohberger.
At the time of his arrest, Mr Kohberger was studying to earn a PhD in criminology from Washington State University, eight miles from Moscow over the Idaho/Washington border.
His trial is set for 2 October.
The BBC has reached out to Mr Kohberger's lawyer for comment.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 24
A slight, angry discomfiture passed over the guard’s face, and he exchanged a glance with the two that had brought Lloyd in. Lloyd smiled. Maybe the kid was okay at that. The last two CAs he’d had were old hacks; one of them had come into court lugging a colostomy bag, could you believe that, a fucking colostomy bag? The old hacks didn’t give a shit for you. Plead and leave, that was their motto, let’s get rid of him so we can get back to swapping dirty stories with the judge. But maybe this guy could get him a straight ten, armed robbery. Maybe even time served. After all, the only one he’d actually pokerized was the wife of the guy in the white Connie, and maybe he could just roll that off on ole Poke. Poke wouldn’t mind. Poke was just as dead as old Dad’s hatband. Lloyd’s smile broadened a little. You had to look on the sunny side. That was the ticket. Life was too short to do anything else.
He became aware that the guard had left them alone and that his lawyer—his name was Andy Devins, Lloyd remembered—was looking at him in a strange way. It was the way you might look at a rattlesnake whose back has been broken but whose deadly bite is probably still unimpaired.
“You’re in deep shit, Sylvester!” Devins exclaimed suddenly.
Lloyd jumped. “What? What the hell do you mean, I’m in deep shit? By the way, I thought you handled ole fatty there real good. He looked mad enough to chew nails and spit out—”
“Listen to me, Sylvester, and listen very carefully.”
“My name’s not—”
“You don’t have the slightest idea how big a jam you’re in, Sylvester.”
https://www.eonline.com/news/1420403/bryan-kohberger-case-kaylee-goncalves-family-receives-threats
E News
Kaylee Goncalves' Family Reveals Threatening Text Message They Received During Bryan Kohberger Sentencing
Steve Goncalves, the father of slain University of Idaho student Kaylee Goncalves, shared text messages his wife Kristi Goncalves received after speaking at Bryan Kohberger's July 23 sentencing.
By Brahmjot Kaur Jul 28, 2025 8:28 AM
Kaylee Goncalves' family is facing another concern amid their grief journey.
After the University of Idaho student's mom Kristi Goncalves delivered a scathing victim impact statement during Bryan Kohberger's sentencing for the 2022 murders of the 21-year-old and three of her roommates, the family received a threatening text message while in the courtroom.
"Sitting near you in court and watching you is a joke," the text sent to Kristi purportedly sent on July 23, shared on NewsNation's Banfield, July 26, read. "You know that Bryan is innocent. Making threats to Bryan about getting r4ped in prison is very silly. I am in contact with a lot of serial killers."
The anonymous person—who claimed to know BTK killer Dennis Rader—added, "I've been put in contact with a wannabe serial killer who is in Moscow, Idaho, and I have given him your address."
After sharing the unnerving texts, Kaylee's dad, Steve Goncalves, told correspondent Brian Entin that they passed the message to their attorney, who has been working with the authorities to identify the texter.
He also shared that the family believes that the perpetrator is actually in another state, explaining, "They wanted to piggyback off something she had said 'cause it was live TV."
"They'll be held accountable," Steve continued. "Just one less crazy person on the street trying to find a family to harass."
The patriarch emphasized that "there's definitely an element of crazy people that gravitate towards these types of events."
But the Goncalves family is grateful they had the opportunity to share their statements on July 23 with Bryan, in which they opted to mock and belittle him.
"For the first time, we set the tone, and we wanted to have some power in that courtroom and dictate some things to him, so he was just sitting there getting railed on," Steve said. "That's the best we could do and I appreciate the court for allowing us to do that. It was very helpful."
Indeed, he, Kristi and their daughter Alivea Goncalves slammed Bryan, who will serve four life sentences for the murders of Kaylee, Madison Mogen, Xana Kernodle and Ethan Chapin.
For Kristi's part, she focused on Bryan's life in prison, emphasizing to him, "You are entering a place where no one will care who you are and no one will ever respect you."
"You will be forgotten, discarded, used and erased," she said. "You will always be remembered as a loser and an absolute failure. When those prison doors shut behind you, I hope that sound echoes in your heart for the rest of your meaningless days. I hope it reminds you of what we all already know: you're nothing."
She also shared a message from their youngest daughter, telling Bryan, "Aubrie wanted to say, 'You may have received As in high school, but you're gonna be getting big Ds in prison.'"
shared on NewsNation's Banfield
Kaylee's dad, Steve Goncalves, told correspondent Brian Entin
Steve Gonclaves, the father of victim Kaylee, later reacted to the image calling it a "trophy" in an interview with Fox and Friends.
her friend Jordyn Quesnell told The New York Times
family friend Jessie Frost shared with The Idaho Statesman
the roommates’ neighbor Ellie McKnight told NBC News
https://theconversation.com/theyre-making-money-off-tragedy-netflixs-dahmer-series-shows-the-dangers-of-fictionalising-real-horrors-192006
Some of the families of Dahmer’s victims have expressed outrage at the Netflix series, noting that they were never approached about the show’s release. Rital Isbell, whose brother was murdered by Dahmer, had her heart-breaking victim impact statement dramatised in the series without her knowledge or consent. She called the series “harsh and careless” in a piece in Insider expressing that “It’s sad that they’re just making money off of this tragedy”.
The question of who benefits from depictions of real-life crimes is an important one, with large studios and streaming platforms earning millions while victims and their families are often left to bear the consequences of increased public attention.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 09:26 AM Pacific-timezone USA Tuesday 07/29/2025
