by me, Kerry Burgess, 08/02/2025
Meanwhile, in news from that political-douchebag,
Things you say only about a prostitute.
See, that douchebag does not get it
He knows you know he has always been a weak, little guy and that he has always had to pay for it
Also, a normal guy thinks she's sort of weird looking, especially the lips. Looks like a botched cosmetic-surgery.
They always post glamourized photos of themselves but she is sort of weird looking
Not For Merit.
I did not do any of that.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_O%27Neill
Jack O'Neill
From Wikipedia
Colonel Jack O'Neill leads the first team to go through the Stargate
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karoline_Leavitt
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/trump-vance-transition-press-release-president-trump-announces-karoline-leavitt-white
The American Presidency Project
Donald J. Trump (2nd Term)
47th President of the United States: 2025 - present [retrieved 08/02/2025]
Trump-Vance Transition Press Release - President Trump Announces Karoline Leavitt as White House Press Secretary
November 15, 2024
Mar-a-Lago, Florida — Today, the 45th and 47th President of the United States Donald J. Trump announced that Karoline Leavitt will serve as White House Press Secretary. Karoline was the Trump Campaign National Press Secretary and previously served in the Trump White House as Assistant Press Secretary.
"Karoline Leavitt did a phenomenal job as the National Press Secretary on my Historic Campaign, and I am pleased to announce she will serve as White House Press Secretary. Karoline is smart, tough, and has proven to be a highly effective communicator. I have the utmost confidence she will excel at the podium, and help deliver our message to the American People as we, Make America Great Again."
From 1/6/1963 ( premiere USA TV series "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom" ) To 10/28/1994 ( premiere USA film "Stargate" ) is 11618 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/24/1997 ( ) is 11618 days
From 6/8/1993 ( commencement, Princeton University Class of 1993 ) To 8/24/1997 ( ) is 1538 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/18/1970 ( ) is 1538 days
From 5/12/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries finale "The Stand" ) To 8/24/1997 ( ) is 1200 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/14/1969 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Requiem for Methuselah" ) is 1200 days
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Louis-Essen
Encyclopædia Britannica
Louis Essen
BRITISH PHYSICIST
Louis Essen, (born Sept. 6, 1908, Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, Eng.—died Aug. 24, 1997, Great Bookham, Surrey) English physicist who invented the quartz crystal ring clock and the first practical atomic clock. These devices were capable of measuring time more accurately than any previous clocks.
Essen studied physics at Nottingham University College, where he earned a University of London physics degree (1928), Ph.D. (1941), and D.Sc. (1948). In 1929 he began work on frequency and time standards at England’s National Physical Laboratory at Teddington in Middlesex, making studies of tuning forks and quartz oscillators. His investigations culminated in the quartz ring clock (1938), which used the electrically induced vibrations of a quartz crystal to measure time. Essen’s clock entered into wide use as a time standard in observatories and was the first device accurate enough to measure the minute variations in the Earth’s speed of rotation; prior to Essen’s work, scientists had thought that the speed was constant.
During World War II Essen invented several radio-wave measuring devices, and in 1946 he and A.C. Gordon-Smith used one such device, a cavity resonance wavemeter, to measure the speed of light with unprecedented accuracy. The figure they obtained, 299,792 ± 3 kilometres per second, was 16 km/sec greater than the most accurate value achieved to that time. In 1950 they used an improved cavity resonator to obtain a value of 299,792.5 ± 1 km/sec for light’s velocity, a figure differing by less than two metres per second from the more accurate laser-based value officially adopted in 1975.
By 1950 Essen had become interested in the possibility of using the frequency of atomic spectral lines to keep time with extraordinary accuracy. The clock that he and his colleague J.V.L. Parry had developed by 1955 was regulated by the natural resonance frequency of cesium atoms. It was accurate to within one part in 10 billion and was the first atomic clock to meet the required standards of accuracy for such devices. By 1957 they had developed an improved version of the clock that was accurate to within one part in one trillion. The extremely accurate value obtained by Essen and Parry for the frequency of the cesium atom in 1958 provided a new standard for measuring time, called atomic time, and was eventually (1967) used to redefine the standard SI unit of time, the second, in terms of atomic frequencies.
Essen became deputy chief scientific officer at the National Physical Laboratory in 1960 and was elected a fellow of the Royal Society that same year. He angered both the Royal Society and the British government in the early 1970s when he published criticisms of Einstein’s special theory of relativity. Essen retired in 1972.
From 12/4/1961 ( John Kennedy, 35th President of USA federal government 1961-1963: Executive Order 10977 - Establishing the Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal ) To 12/17/2020 ( premiere CBS adaption of Stephen King's "The Stand" ) is 21563 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/15/2024 ( ) is 21563 days
From 5/17/1959 ( in Lisbon, Spain, inauguration of the statue Santuário de Cristo Rei [Superstition] ) To 11/15/2024 ( ) is 23924 days
23924 = 11962 + 11962
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) is 11962 days
From 10/14/1962 ( the Cuban Missile Crisis begins ) To 11/15/2024 ( ) is 22678 days
22678 = 11339 + 11339
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) is 11339 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karoline_Leavitt
On November 15, 2024, president-elect Donald Trump named Leavitt as his White House press secretary. She is the youngest White House press secretary in history.
https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2025/07/jeffrey-epstein-accuser-trump/683717/
The Atlantic
Virginia Giuffre’s Family Was Shocked That Trump Described Her as ‘Stolen’
The siblings of one of Jeffrey Epstein’s most prominent accusers wonder what the president knows.
By Sarah Fitzpatrick
Collage with photographs of Donald Trump and Jeffrey Epstein, Virginia Giuffre, and Mar-a-Lago
July 30, 2025
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 4
Starkey pushed a button under the middle screen and the picture flashed on with the unnerving suddenness of solid state components. It showed the western California desert, looking east. It was desolate, and the desolation was rendered eerie by the reddish-purple tinge of infrared photography.
It’s out there, straight ahead, Starkey thought. Project Blue.
The fright tried to wash over him again. He reached into his pocket and brought out a blue pill. What his daughter would call a “downer.” Names didn’t matter; results did. He dry-swallowed it, his hard, unseamed face wrinkling for a moment as it went down.
Project Blue.
He looked at the other blank monitors, and then punched up pictures on all of them. 4 and 5 showed labs. 4 was physics, 5 was viral biology. The vi-bi lab was full of animal cages, mostly for guinea pigs, rhesus monkeys, and a few dogs. None of them appeared to be sleeping. In the physics lab a small centrifuge was still turning around and around. Starkey had complained about that. He had complained bitterly. There was something spooky about that centrifuge whirling gaily around and around and around while Dr. Ezwick lay dead on the floor nearby, sprawled out like a scarecrow that had tipped over in a high wind.
They had explained to him that the centrifuge was on the same circuit as the lights, and if they turned off the centrifuge, the lights would go, too. And the cameras down there were not equipped for infrared. Starkey understood. Some more brass might come down from Washington and want to look at the dead Nobel Prize winner who was lying four hundred feet under the desert less than a mile away. If we turn off the centrifuge, we turn off the professor. Elementary. What his daughter would have called a “Catch-22.”
He took another “downer” and looked into monitor 2. This was the one he liked least of all. He didn’t like the man with his face in the soup. Suppose someone walked up to you and said: You will spend eternity with your phiz in a bowl of soup. It’s like the old pie-in-the-face routine: it stops being funny when it starts being you.
Monitor 2 showed the Project Blue cafeteria. The accident had occurred almost perfectly between shifts, and the cafeteria had been only lightly populated. He supposed it hadn’t mattered much to them, whether they had died in the cafeteria or in their bedrooms or their labs. Still, the man with his face in the soup…
A man and a woman in blue coveralls were crumpled at the foot of the candy machine. A man in a white coverall lay beside the Seeburg jukebox. At the tables themselves were nine men and fourteen women, some of them slumped beside Hostess Twinkies, some with spilled cups of Coke and Sprite still clutched in their stiff hands. And at the second table, near the end, there was a man who had been identified as Frank D. Bruce. His face was in a bowl of what appeared to be Campbell’s Chunky Sirloin Soup.
The first monitor showed only a digital clock. Until June 13, all the numbers on that clock had been green. Now they had turned bright red. They had stopped. The figures read 06:13:90:02:37:16.
June 13, 1990. Thirty-seven minutes past two in the morning. And sixteen seconds.
From behind him came a brief burring noise.
Starkey turned off the monitors one by one and then turned around. He saw the sheet of flimsy on the floor and put it back on the table.
“Come.”
It was Creighton. He looked grave and his skin was a slaty color. More bad news, Starkey thought serenely. Someone else has taken a long high dive into a cold bowl of Chunky Sirloin Soup.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January_1970
January 1970
From Wikipedia
January 18, 1970
A full-page advertisement in The New York Times was taken out by a group called "The Environmental Teach-In, Inc.", with the slogan "April 22. Earth Day." in preparation for the first United States nationwide event to call attention to the ecological crisis that was facing the world. "A disease has infected our country," the text said, "It has brought smog to Yosemite, dumped garbage in the Hudson, sprayed DDT in our food, and left our cities in decay. Its carrier is man." Seeking contributions for what has now become an annual event, the Environmental Teach-In went on to say "On April 22 we start to reclaim the environment we have wrecked."
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excepts, Chapter 73
Someone was coming through the crowd, as if in answer to the dark man’s challenge.
Flagg felt terror seep into the chambers of his heart. It was a terror of the unknown and the unexpected. He had foreseen everything, even Whitney’s foolish spur-of-the-moment speech. He had foreseen everything but this. The crowd—his crowd—was parting, peeling back. There was a scream, high, clear, and freezing. Someone broke and ran. Then someone else. And then the crowd, already on an emotional hair-trigger, broke and stampeded.
“Hold still! ” Flagg cried at the top of his voice, but it was useless. The crowd had become a strong wind, and not even the dark man could stop the wind. Terrible, impotent rage rose in him, joining the fear and making some new and volatile mix. It had gone wrong again. In the last minute it had somehow gone wrong, like the old lawyer in Oregon, the woman slitting her throat on the windowglass… and Nadine… Nadine failing…
They ran, scattering to all the points of the compass, pounding across the lawn of the MGM Grand, across the street, toward the Strip. They had seen the final guest, arrived at last like some grim vision out of a horror tale. They had seen, perhaps, the raddled face of some final awful retribution.
And they had seen what the returning wanderer had brought with him.
As the crowd melted, Randall Flagg also saw, as did Larry and Ralph and a frozen Lloyd Henreid, who was still holding the torn scroll in his hands.
It was Donald Merwin Elbert, now known as the Trashcan Man, now and forever, world without end, hallelujah, amen.
He was behind the wheel of a long, dirty electric cart. The cart’s heavy-duty bank of batteries was nearly drained dry. The cart was humming and buzzing and lurching. Trashcan Man bobbed back and forth on the open seat like a mad marionette.
He was in the last stages of radiation sickness. His hair was gone. His arms, poking out of the tatters of his shirt, were covered with open running sores. His face was a cratered red soup from which one desert-faded blue eye peered with a terrible, pitiful intelligence. His teeth were gone. His nails were gone. His eyelids were frayed flaps.
He looked like a man who had driven his electric cart out of the dark and burning subterranean mouth of hell itself.
Flagg watched him come, frozen. His smile was gone. His high, rich color was gone. His face was suddenly a window made of pale clear glass.
Trashcan Man’s voice bubbled ecstatically up from his thin chest:
“I brought it… I brought you the fire… please… I’m sorry…”
It was Lloyd who moved. He took one step forward, then another. “Trashy… Trash, baby…” His voice was a croak.
That single eye moved, painfully seeking Lloyd out. “Lloyd? That you?”
“It’s me, Trash.” Lloyd was shaking violently all over, the way Whitney had been shaking. “Hey, what you got there? Is it—”
“It’s the Big One,” Trash said happily. “It’s the A-bomb.” He began to rock back and forth on the seat of the electric cart like a convert at a revival meeting. “The A-bomb, the Big One, the big fire, my life for you! ”
“Take it away, Trash,” Lloyd whispered. “It’s dangerous. It’s… it’s hot. Take it away…”
“Make him get rid of it, Lloyd,” the dark man who was now the pale man whined. “Make him take it back where he got it. Make him—”
Trashcan’s one operative eye grew puzzled. “Where is he?” he asked, and then his voice rose to an agonized howl. “Where is he? He’s gone! Where is he? What did you do to him? ”
Lloyd made one last supreme effort. “Trash, you’ve got to get rid of that thing. You—”
And suddenly Ralph shrieked: “Larry! Larry! The Hand of God! ” Ralph’s face was transported in a terrible joy. His eyes shone. He was pointing into the sky.
Larry looked up. He saw the ball of electricity Flagg had flicked from the end of his finger. It had grown to a tremendous size. It hung in the sky, jittering toward Trashcan Man, giving off sparks like hair. Larry realized dimly that the air was now so full of electricity that every hair on his own body was standing on end.
And the thing in the sky did look like a hand.
“Noooo! ” the dark man wailed.
Larry looked at him… but Flagg was no longer there. He had a bare impression of something monstrous standing in front of where Flagg had been. Something slumped and hunched and almost without shape—something with enormous yellow eyes slit by dark cat’s pupils.
Then it was gone.
Larry saw Flagg’s clothes—the jacket, the jeans, the boots—standing upright with nothing in them. For a split second they held the shape of the body that had been inside them. And then they collapsed.
The crackling blue fire in the air rushed at the yellow electric cart that Trashcan Man had somehow driven back from the Nellis Range. He had lost hair and thrown up blood and finally vomited out his own teeth as the radiation sickness sank deeper and deeper into him, yet he had never faltered in his resolve to bring it back to the dark man… you could say that he had never flagged in his determination.
The blue ball of fire flung itself into the back of the cart, seeking what was there, drawn to it.
“Oh shit we’re all fucked! ” Lloyd Henreid cried. He put his hands over his head and fell to his knees.
Oh God, thank God, Larry thought. I will fear no evil, I will f
Silent white light filled the world.
And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.
https://www.cdc.gov/radiation-emergencies/about/nuclear-blast-faq.html
CDC
When a nuclear device is exploded, a large fireball is created. Everything inside of this fireball vaporizes
Effects of a nuclear blast
The effects on a person from a nuclear blast will depend on the size of the bomb and the distance the person is from the explosion. However, a nuclear blast would likely cause great destruction, death, and injury, and have a wide area of impact.
In a nuclear blast, injury or death may occur as a result of the blast itself or as a result of debris thrown from the blast.
You may experience moderate to severe skin burns, depending on your distance from the blast site.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 2:27 PM Pacific-timezone USA Saturday 08/02/2025
