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.
The Stand (2020) s01e09
"The Circle Closes"
(from internet transcript)
[Mother Abagail] I'm in the way of knowing things, Frannie Goldsmith.
The Stand (2020) s01e09
"The Circle Closes"
(from internet transcript)
[rock playing in distance]
[people whooping in distance]
Shoo fly, dragon fly
Get back to your mother
Pick up a flat rock
Skip it across Green River
IMDb
The Twilight Zone
Kick the Can
Quotes
Charles Whitley: Maybe, the fountain of youth isn't a fountain at all. Maybe, it's a way of looking at things - a way of thinking.
The Twilight Zone
Kick the Can
Quotes
[opening narration]
Rod Serling - Narrator: Sunnyvale Rest, a home for the aged - a dying place and a common children's game called kick-the-can, that will shortly become a refuge for a man who knows he will die in this world, if he doesn't escape into - The Twilight Zone.
The Twilight Zone
Kick the Can
Quotes
Charles Whitley: Well, maybe you gotta be a little crazy to make the magic work!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Denver
excerpts
https://ew.com/tv/ezra-miller-the-stand/
Entertainment Weekly
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.
From 9/30/1992 ( ) To 9/9/2024 ( ) is 11667 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/12/1997 ( ) is 11667 days
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From 2/9/1962 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"Kick the Can" ) To 12/17/2020 ( debut "The Stand" the CBS streaming-video adaption of the Stephen King novel ) is 21496 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/9/2024 ( ) is 21496 days
From 3/30/1962 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"The Little People" ) To 2/4/2021 ( debut "The Stand" s1e8 CBS streaming-video adaption of the Stephen King novel ) is 21496 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/9/2024 ( ) is 21496 days
https://www.cnn.com/2024/09/09/us/bryan-kohberger-idaho-murders-trial-venue-change
CNN
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.
Related article
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.”
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 26
“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?…”
COMMUNIQUE 234 ZONE 2 SECRET SCRAMBLE
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LANDON ZONE 2 NEW YORK
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.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
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
(from internet transcript)
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
