by me, Kerry Burgess, 03/06/2026 4:58 PM
Not For Merit.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 03/06/2026 7:41 PM
The same velocity as light.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted on the internet by me: January 27, 2017 8:55 am
SIMMONS
Need I remind you, Dr Jackson, of the dangers that we're trying to defend Earth against.
DANIEL
Oh, could you? Go slow.
CARTER
General, I believe that using the device caused an atmospheric weather anomaly big enough to destroy the civilisation on 636.
DANIEL
You do?
SIMMONS
That wasn't in your report.
[excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Burgess, posted on the internet by me: January 27, 2017 8:55 am]
Markwayne Mullin
From Wikipedia
On March 5, 2026, President Donald Trump nominated Mullin as the secretary of homeland security to replace Kristi Noem.
From 7/26/1977 ( ) To 1/27/2017 ( ) is 14430 days
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From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/4/1985 ( ) is 7215 days
From 7/26/1977 ( ) To 7/31/2018 ( ) is 14980 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/7/2006 ( ) is 14980 days
From 7/26/1977 ( ) To 7/11/1997 ( premiere USA film "Contact" ) is 7290 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/18/1985 ( premiere USA film "The Quiet Earth" ) is 7290 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Markwayne_Mullin
Markwayne Mullin
From Wikipedia
Markwayne Mullin (born July 26, 1977) is an American politician and businessman who has served as the junior United States senator from Oklahoma since 2023. A member of the Republican Party, he was elected in a special election in 2022 to serve the remainder of Jim Inhofe's term.
He graduated from Stilwell High School in Stilwell, Oklahoma.
Oklahoma's 2nd congressional district
From Wikipedia
Oklahoma's 2nd congressional district is one of five United States congressional districts in Oklahoma and covers approximately one-fourth of the state in the east.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Markwayne_Mullin
Find A Grave
J Wayne Burgess
APR. 9, 1946
AUG. 4, 1985
Morrison Cemetery
Morrison, Noble County, Oklahoma, USA
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Secretary_of_Homeland_Security
United States Secretary of Homeland Security
From Wikipedia
On March 5, 2026, President Donald Trump nominated Senator Markwayne Mullin of Oklahoma to replace Kristi Noem for the position, saying he expects him to begin serving on March 31.
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From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/24/2025 ( ) is 21967 days
From 5/14/1990 ( departing as enlisted US Navy Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2)(E-5) Kerry Wayne Burgess my Honorable Discharge from US Navy active service ) To 3/5/2026 ( ) is 13079 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/24/2001 ( premiere USA film "Ghosts of Mars" AND the Microsoft antitrust proceedings ) is 13079 days
From 10/3/1978 ( "The Stand" by Stephen King, author - original version ) To 3/5/2026 ( ) is 17320 days
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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
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Chica_o_El_Mundo
La Chica o El Mundo
From Wikipedia
"La Chica o El Mundo" is the ninth episode and first season finale of the American post-apocalyptic science fiction television series Pluribus. The episode was written by executive producers Alison Tatlock and Gordon Smith, and directed by Smith. It was released on Apple TV on December 24, 2025.
The series is set in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and follows author Carol Sturka, who is one of only thirteen people in the world immune to the effects of "the Joining", resulting from an extraterrestrial virus that had transformed the world's human population into a peaceful and content hive mind (the "Others"). In the episode, Manousos finally reaches Albuquerque, leaving Carol to debate whether to help him in making a plan to destroy the Others.
The episode received critical acclaim, with critics praising the scenes between Carol and Manousos, the performances and the cliffhanger.
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/book-review-senator-john-f-kennedy-deterrent-or-defense-bh-lidell-hart-the-saturday-review
by me, Kerry Burgess - - posted by H.V.O.M - 12:24 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 04 January 2016
I know I wrote about that in my journal in recent years. What I have been wondering about in recent days is about how specific I was in my notes. I remember this like yesterday. The part I remember clearly is that after I sent the email I was certain that a black van was going to show up and haul me away somewhere. So what did I do? I went to take a shower and I remember shaving my face. I remember that because I haven't used a razor to shave my face since the year 2005. After they secretly drugged me and after I was hospitalized so long I have never used a shaving razor on my face.
And so I was thinking the past couple days: maybe a black van did show up and haul me off somewhere.
The reason I do not recall that detail? Well, no witnesses for one. No co-conspirators for another.
But see, that's fascinating to me. I remember details that are compelling to me about the fantastic details I blog about. I have noted here in my blog many times that the more fantastic details I blog about are just thoughts in my mind. I write about how I have no actual memory of the more fantastic details that I write about. My memory seems to be just about dates and events. I remember a date on the calendar and an event associated with it. That's it. I have memories of the 1990s but what does that mean really? Those memories I have are what I guess are safe memories. In this GOTCHA age of NO FED LIVES MATTER there is a time and place for what I recall.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 13
Rage struck him with all the unexpectedness of a sweet surprise. He was up, and then he had hold of Deitz’s lapels, and he was shaking him back and forth. From the corner of his eye he saw startled movement behind the double-paned glass. Dimly, muffled by distance and soundproofed walls, he heard a hooter go off.
“What did you people do?” he shouted. “What did you do? What in Christ’s name did you do?”
“Mr. Redman—”
“Huh? What the fuck did you people do?”
The door hissed open. Three large men in olive-drab uniforms stepped in. They were all wearing nose-filters.
Deitz looked over at them and snapped, “Get the hell out of here!”
The three men looked uncertain.
“Our orders—”
“Get out of here and that’s an order!”
They retreated. Deitz sat calmly on the bed. His lapels were rumpled and his hair had tumbled over his forehead. That was all. He was looking at Stu calmly, even compassionately. For a wild moment Stu considered ripping his nose-filter out, and then he remembered Geraldo, what a stupid name for a guinea pig. Dull despair struck him like cold water. He sat down.
“Christ in a sidecar,” he muttered.
“Listen to me,” Deitz said. “I’m not responsible for you being here. Neither is Denninger, or the nurses who come in to take your blood pressure. If there was a responsible party it was Campion, but you can’t lay it all on him, either. He ran, but under the circumstances, you or I might have run, too. It was a technical slipup that allowed him to run. The situation exists. We are trying to cope with it, all of us. But that doesn’t make us responsible.”
“Then who is?”
“Nobody,” Deitz said, and smiled. “On this one the responsibility spreads in so many directions that it’s invisible. It was an accident. It could have happened in any number of other ways.”
“Some accident,” Stu said, his voice nearly a whisper. “What about the others? Hap and Hank Carmichael and Lila Bruett? Their boy Luke? Monty Sullivan—”
“Classified,” Deitz said. “Going to shake me some more? If it will make you feel better, shake away.”
Stu said nothing, but the way he was looking at Deitz made Deitz suddenly look down and begin to fiddle with the creases of his pants.
“They’re alive,” he said, “and you may see them in time.”
“What about Arnette?”
“Quarantined.”
“Who’s dead there?”
“Nobody.”
“You’re lying.”
“Sorry you think so.”
“When do I get out of here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Classified?” Stu asked bitterly.
“No, just unknown. You don’t seem to have this disease. We want to know why you don’t have it. Then we’re home free.”
“Can I get a shave? I itch.”
Deitz smiled. “If you’ll allow Denninger to start running his tests again, I’ll get an orderly in to shave you right now.”
“I can handle it. I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen.”
Deitz shook his head firmly. “I think not.”
Stu smiled dryly at him. “Afraid I might cut my own throat?”
“Let’s just say—”
Stu interrupted him with a series of harsh, dry coughs. He bent over with the force of them.
The effect on Deitz was galvanic. He was up off the bed like a shot and across to the airlock with his feet seeming not to touch the floor at all. Then he was fumbling in his pocket for the square key and ramming it into the slot.
“Don’t bother,” Stu said mildly. “I was faking.”
Deitz turned to him slowly. Now his face had changed. His lips were thinned with anger, his eyes staring. “You were what?”
“Faking,” Stu said. His smile broadened.
Deitz took two uncertain steps toward him. His fists closed, opened, then closed again. “But why? Why would you want to do something like that?”
“Sorry,” Stu said, smiling. “That’s classified.”
“You shit sonofabitch,” Deitz said with soft wonder.
“Go on. Go on out and tell them they can do their tests.”
He slept better that night than he had since they had brought him here. And he had an extremely vivid dream. He had always dreamed a great deal—his wife had complained about him thrashing and muttering in his sleep—but he had never had a dream like this.
He was standing on a country road, at the precise place where the black hottop gave up to bone-white dirt. A blazing summer sun shone down. On both sides of the road there was green corn, and it stretched away endlessly. There was a sign, but it was dusty and he couldn’t read it. There was the sound of crows, harsh and far away. Closer by, someone was playing an acoustic guitar, fingerpicking it. Vic Palfrey had been a picker, and it was a fine sound.
This is where I ought to get to, Stu thought dimly. Yeah, this is the place, all right.
What was that tune? “Beautiful Zion”? “The Fields of My Father’s Home”? “Sweet Bye and Bye”? Some hymn he remembered from his childhood, something he associated with full immersion and picnic lunches. But he couldn’t remember which one.
Then the music stopped. A cloud came over the sun. He began to be afraid. He began to feel that there was something terrible, something worse than plague, fire, or earthquake. Something was in the corn and it was watching him. Something dark was in the corn.
He looked, and saw two burning red eyes far back in the shadows, far back in the corn. Those eyes filled him with the paralyzed, hopeless horror that the hen feels for the weasel. Him, he thought. The man with no face. Oh dear God. Oh dear God no.
Then the dream was fading and he awoke with feelings of disquiet, dislocation, and relief. He went to the bathroom and then to his window. He looked out at the moon. He went back to bed but it was an hour before he got back to sleep. All that corn, he thought sleepily. Must have been Iowa or Nebraska, maybe northern Kansas. But he had never been in any of those places in his life.
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, CHAPTER 24
Insofar as there was a god, it was Nature. From his office windows, he could see out over the plains of Kansas, the swaying young wheat… it was so beautiful. Almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. Nature. She could be cruel to individuals, but individuals didn't matter. Despite all the warnings, humankind hadn't learned that.
Well, learn it they would, the way Nature taught all Her lessons. The hard way.
excerpts
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_special_relativity
History of special relativity
From Wikipedia
The history of special relativity consists of many theoretical results and empirical findings obtained by Albert A. Michelson, Hendrik Lorentz, Henri Poincaré and others. It culminated in the theory of special relativity proposed by Albert Einstein and subsequent work of Max Planck, Hermann Minkowski and others.
Aether and electrodynamics of moving bodies
Search for the aether
Regarding the relative motion and the mutual influence of matter and aether, there were two theories, neither entirely satisfactory. One was developed by Fresnel (and subsequently Lorentz). This model (stationary aether theory) supposed that light propagates as a transverse wave and aether is partially dragged with a certain coefficient by matter. Based on this assumption, Fresnel was able to explain the aberration of light and many optical phenomena.
The other hypothesis was proposed by George Gabriel Stokes, who stated in 1845 that the aether was fully dragged by matter (later this view was also shared by Hertz). In this model the aether might be (by analogy with pine pitch) rigid for fast objects and fluid for slower objects. Thus the Earth could move through it fairly freely, but it would be rigid enough to transport light.
Albert A. Michelson (1881) tried to measure the relative motion of the Earth and aether (the "aether-wind"), as it was expected in Fresnel's theory, by using an interferometer. He could not determine any relative motion, so he interpreted the result as a confirmation of the thesis of Stokes. However, Lorentz (1886) showed Michelson's calculations were wrong and that he had overestimated the accuracy of the measurement. This, together with the large margin of error, made the result of Michelson's experiment inconclusive. In addition, Lorentz showed that Stokes' completely dragged aether led to contradictory consequences, and therefore he supported an aether theory similar to Fresnel's. To check Fresnel's theory again, Michelson and Edward W. Morley (1886) performed a repetition of the Fizeau experiment. Fresnel's dragging coefficient was confirmed very exactly on that occasion, and Michelson was now of the opinion that Fresnel's stationary aether theory was correct. To clarify the situation, Michelson and Morley (1887) repeated Michelson's 1881 experiment, and they substantially increased the accuracy of the measurement. However, this now famous Michelson–Morley experiment again yielded a negative result: no motion of the apparatus through the aether was detected (although the Earth's velocity differs by 60 km/s in the northern winter compared to the summer). So the physicists were confronted with two seemingly contradictory experiments: the 1886 experiment as an apparent confirmation of Fresnel's stationary aether, and the 1887 experiment as an apparent confirmation of Stokes' completely dragged aether.
https://www.fourmilab.ch/etexts/einstein/E_mc2/e_mc2.pdf
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass%E2%80%93energy_equivalence
https://www.edn.com/einstein-paper-outlines-mass-energy-equivalence-november-21-1905/
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 34
"What do you think of killing people, Dmitriy?" Killgore asked then.
"That depends on who they are. There are many people who deserve to die for one reason or another. But Western culture has this strange notion that taking life is almost always wrong-you Americans cannot even kill your criminals, murderers and such, without jumping through hoops, as you say here. I find that very curious."
"What about crimes against Nature?" Killgore said, staring off into the distance.
"I do not understand."
"Well, things that hurt the whole planet, killing off whole living species, polluting the land and the sea. What about that?"
"Kirk, that is also a barbaric act, and it should be punished severely. But how do you identify the criminals? Is it the industrialist who gives the order and makes the profit from it? Or is it the worker who takes his wages and does what he is told?"
"What did they say at Nuremberg?" Killgore said next.
"The war-crimes trial, you mean? It was decided that following orders is not a defense." Not a concept he'd been taught to consider in the KGB Academy, where he'd learned that the State Was Always Right.
"Right," the epidemiologist agreed. "But you know. nobody ever went after Harry Truman for bombing Hiroshima."
Because he won, you fool, Popov didn't reply. "Do you ask if this was a crime? No, it was not, because he ended a greater evil, and the sacrifice of those people was necessary to restore the peace."
"What about saving the planet?"
"I do not understand."
"If the planet was dying, what would one have to do-what would be right to do, to save it?"
This discussion had all the ideological and philosophical purity of a classroom discussion of the Marxist dialectic at Moscow State University-and about as much relevance to the real world. Kill the whole planet? That was not possible. A full-blown nuclear war, yes, maybe that could have such an effect, but that was no longer possible. The world had changed, and America was the nation that had made it happen. Didn't these two druids see the wonder of that? More than once, the world had been close to loosing nuclear weapons, but today that was a thing of the past.
"I have never considered that question, my friends."
"We have," Maclean responded. "Dmitriy, there are people and forces at work today that could easily kill off everything here. Somebody has to stop that from happening, but how do you do it?"
"You do not mean simply political action, do you?" the former KGB spook observed.
"No, it's too late for that, and not enough people would listen anyway." Killgore turned his horse to the right and the others followed. "I'm afraid you have to take more drastic measures."
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 12:21 AM Pacific-timezone USA Saturday 03/07/2026
