by me, Kerry Burgess, 01/27/2026 8:25 PM
It is tragic that any person would have to endure any physical attack simply for words that don't really actually mean anything, even from a person of her stature, her superstition clothing withstanding.
Surprising she has not publicly chastised herself for needing "muscle" to protect herself
Hypocritical?
Will she apologize to the USA for exploiting the labor of her own "untrained bullies"?
I am now wondering why that happened this day today
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/address-accepting-the-presidential-nomination-the-republican-national-convention-chicago
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/statement-the-president-concerning-program-for-the-development-peru
http://www.flasking.com/blog/fast-facts-richard-m-nixon-americas-lousiest-president/
Flasking
Fast Facts About Richard M. Nixon, America’s Lousiest President
WORDS BY JEF HARMATZ
POSTED ON AUGUST 8, 2014
Early in his congressional career, Richard Nixon would frequently urinate in the offices of his staff. The future president considered it “hilarious,” and, as photography became less expensive in his later life, wished that he had been photographed during one of these acts.
From 10/3/1993 ( the Battle of Mogadishu Somalia begins ) To 1/27/2026 ( ) is 11804 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/26/1998 ( premiere USA TV series episode "48 Hours"::"Dying to Be Thin" ) is 11804 days
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
CHAPTER 9
STALKERS
Chester wasn't going to make it even as far as Killgore had thought. His liver function tests were heading downhill faster than anything he'd ever seen-or read about in the medical literature. The man's skin was yellow now, like a pale lemon, and slack over his flaccid musculature. Respiration was already a little worrisome, too, partly because of the large dose of morphine he was getting to keep him unconscious or at least stuporous. Both Killgore and Barbara Archer had wanted to treat him as aggressively as possible, to see if there were really a treatment modality that might work on Shiva, but the fact of the matter was that Chester's underlying medical conditions were so serious that no treatment regimen could overcome both those problems and the Shiva.
"Two days," Killgore said. "Maybe less."
"I'm afraid you're right," Dr. Archer agreed. She had all manner of ideas for handling this, from conventional-and almost certainly useless-antibiotics to Interleukin-2, which some thought might have clinical applications to such a case. Of course, modern medicine had yet to defeat any viral disease, but some thought that buttressing the body's immune system from one direction might have the effect of helping it in another, and there were a lot of powerful new synthetic antibiotics on the market now. Sooner or later, someone would find a magic bullet for viral diseases. But not yet: "Potassium?" she asked, after considering the prospects for the patient and the negligible value of treating him at all. Killgore shrugged agreement.
"I suppose. You can do it if you want." Killgore waved to the medication cabinet in the corner.
Dr. Archer walked over, tore a 40cc disposable syringe out of its paper and plastic container, then inserted the needle in a glass vial of potassium-and-water solution, and filled the needle by pulling back on the plunger. Then she returned to the bed and inserted the needle into the medication drip, pushing the plunger now to give the patient a hard bolus of the lethal chemical. It took a few seconds, longer than if she had done the injection straight into a major vein, but Archer didn't want to touch the patient any more than necessary, even with gloves. It didn't really matter that much. Chester's breathing within the clear plastic oxygen mask seemed to hesitate, then restart, then hesitate again, then become ragged and irregular for six or eight breaths. Then… it stopped. The chest settled into itself and didn't rise. His eyes had been semi-open, like those of a man in shallow sleep or shock, aimed in her direction but not really focused. Now they closed for the last time. Dr. Archer took her stethoscope and held it on the alcoholic's chest. There was no sound at all. Archer stood up, took off her stethoscope, and pocketed it.
So long, Chester, Killgore thought.
Star Trek: First Contact (1996)
(from internet transcript)
[Phoenix cockpit]
RIKER: Only got an hour to go, Doc. How are you feeling?
Dr. Zefram COCHRANE: I've got a four-alarm hangover either from the whiskey or your laser beam, ...or both, ...but I'm ready to make history! Ha, ha, ha.
album: "A Boy Named Goo" (1995)
Goo Goo Dolls
"Name"
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Get tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away
And now we're grown-up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one, that's a shame
You could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell 'em your name
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
And did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are?
You grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
Then reruns all become our history
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 9:11 PM Pacific-timezone USA Tuesday 01/27/2026
