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Thursday, January 15, 2026

Today is 01/15/2026, Post 4






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From 1/31/1964 ( ) To 4/12/2024 ( ) is 21987 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/13/2026 ( ) is 21987 days









https://www.imdb.com/title/tt17279496/releaseinfo/

IMDb

Civil War

Release info

United States April 12, 2024









https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0734557/?ref_=ttep_ep_18

IMDb

The Twilight Zone

S5.E18

Black Leather Jackets

Episode aired Jan 31, 1964










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by me, Kerry Burgess, 11/14/2024 10:08 AM

Too complex.

Never will believe that dim-wit Elon Musk would think up this on his own.

Donald J. Trump probably does not even know how to find the power switch on a desktop-computer









From 1/4/1969 ( ) To 1/13/2026 ( ) is 20828 days

20828 = 10414 + 10414

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand" ) is 10414 days










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https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/statement-the-president-upon-releasing-report-problems-involved-powerplant-site-selection









The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

(from internet transcript)

excerpt, Chapter 56

“It’s done?”

“Yes. Done.”

“Will it work?”

“Would you like to try it and find out?” His words were bitterly sarcastic, but she didn’t mind. His eyes were working her over in that greedy, crawling little boy’s way that she had come to recognize. He had returned from that distant place—the place from which he had written what was in the ledger that she had read and then replaced carelessly under the loose hearthstone where it had originally been. Now she could handle him. Now his talk was just talk.

“Would you like to watch me play with myself first?” she asked. “Like last night?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Okay. Good.”

“Let’s go upstairs then.” She batted her eyelashes at him. “I’ll go first.”

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. Little dots of sweat stood out on his brow, but fear hadn’t put them there this time. “Go first.”

So she went up first, and she could feel him looking up the short skirt of the little-girl sailor dress she was wearing. She was bare beneath it.

The door closed, and the thing that Harold had made sat in the open shoebox in the gloom. There was a battery-powered Realistic walkie-talkie handset from Radio Shack. Its back was off. Wired to it were eight sticks of dynamite. The book was still open. It was from the Boulder Public Library, and the title was 65 National Science Fair Prize Winners. The diagram showed a doorbell wired up to a walkie-talkie similar to the one in the shoebox. The caption beneath said: Third Prize, 1977 National Science Fair, Constructed by Brian Ball, Rutland, Vermont. Say the word and ring the bell up to twelve miles away!

Some hours later that evening, Harold came back downstairs, put the cover on the shoebox, and carried it carefully upstairs. He put it on the top shelf of a kitchen cupboard. Ralph Brentner had told him that afternoon that the Free Zone Committee was inviting Chad Norris to speak at their next meeting. When was that going to be?



- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 3:27 PM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 01/15/2026