by me, Kerry Burgess, 01/29/2026 6:19 PM
If the human-race on this planet Earth is fortunate enough ("fortunate" meaning simply 'natural variability') then the reason I continue finding subtle references out there in the real-world has a simple explanation: because that is what I am looking for
Sort of - not really at all - but sort of how bible-thumpers delude themselves into thinking they have an Imaginary Friend "up there" on the clouds and when all good little bible-thumpers die - in their cowardly terror of mortality - they become ghosts with wings and flap their narcissistic moron self up to those same clouds.
Pathetic.
So, I wonder: why am I finding this stuff.
And it's simple: the people actually causing it probably are motivated by thinking it's a prank.
Because they cannot think in terms of long ago
Long ago, this all - all this I am now experiencing - began on one specific day.
That day was May 10, 2006.
The previous day was May 09, 2006.
In December 2020, an updated version of Stephen King's "The Stand" was unleashed on the global population.
I think it is a better version of a relevant scene, a pivotal scene.
I had nothing to do with it. I just wrote about what I saw that day.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 01/29/2026 7:04 PM
Here we see the reason Donald J. Trump was installed the first time
The we see why Donald J. Trump lost to Bumblin' Biden
Now that scumbag is back
Not For Merit.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 29
Stuart Redman was waiting for Elder. He had been waiting for three days—and this evening Elder did not disappoint him.
At just past noon on the twenty-fourth, Elder and two male nurses had come and taken away the television. The nurses had removed it while Elder stood by, holding his revolver (neatly wrapped in a Baggie) on Stu. But by then Stu hadn’t wanted or needed the TV - it was just putting out a lot of confused shit anyway. All he had to do was stand at his barred window and look out at the town on the river below. Like the man on the record said, “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2024/10/today-is-10182024-post-4.html
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 9:30 PM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Friday, October 18, 2024
Today is 10/18/2024, Post #4
The channel 4 KOMO tv news studio is across the street from the Space Needle in downtown Seattle
On May 9, 2006, as I watched the tv from a few miles away, the weather guy gesturing to a video image on the sidewalk below where he was standing and there was a guy standing there on the sidewalk with a canvas on an easel and he seemed to be painting a picture of the Space Needle across the street from him
The next morning, May 10, 2006, I awoke in that grungy homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle and I knew with absolute certainty everything I remember about my past was wrong.
Originally, after that day US Senator Patty Murray had her photo-op at the USA Veterans Affairs hospital in Seattle, where I was being escorted by social-workers hurriedly out a door on a different side of the building, those same gals seemingly distressed by the presence of the senator, they dropped me off a senior-citizens home named Theodora and eventually I was allowed to stay at the Shoreline Homeless Veterans shelter a few miles away. They kicked me out of there to that less-comfortable but clean, old place in downtown Seattle because I did not want to settle in and conform with a plan they knew only to work, mostly unsuccessfully in my view, for those people too weak to be anything other than substance and alcohol abusers. I had a real problem. Other than those losers they worked with, I had a real problem and it was not a problem I created for myself. All I can guess is that my presence gave other people the authority to justifiably assess the operation of that place I was staying. And those people working there didn't like that. It's some sort of complex, multi-faceted operation and it culminates with me - finally - getting to do what I have been selected to do. And prepare to be amazed when that finally happens.
May 10, 2006.
There has not been one single since then I have not sat here at a desk and tried to understand what happened to me.
And May 10, 2006, is when it got really weird.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, May 9, 2006 6:01:15 PM
Subject: Right
I wonder if this is where that guy painting the picture was standing?
http://local.live.com/?v=2&sp=aN.47.619681_-122.348911
https://www.google.com/maps/@47.619319,-122.3489358,3a,75y,1h,115.22t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sJl7U-6IaDw6_Do88gpLDYg!2e0!7i16384!8i8192
"I watched the first shoots
like wings tearing the soil, and it was my heart
broken by the blight, the black spot so quickly
multiplying in the rows. I doubt
you have a heart, in our understanding of
that term. You who do not discriminate
between the dead and the living, who are, in consequence,
immune to foreshadowing..."
- Louise Glück, quote from internet, from The Wild Iris
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Gl%C3%BCck
Louise Glück
From Wikipedia
Louise Elisabeth Glück (April 22, 1943 – October 13, 2023) was an American poet and essayist. She won the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature
From 4/22/1943 ( ) To 4/13/1967 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Operation - Annihilate!" ) is 8757 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/24/1989 ( "The Stand" complete edition, by Stephen King ) is 8757 days
Star Trek
"Operation -- Annihilate!"
TV-series season 1 episode 29, 04/13/1967
(from internet transcript)
[Bridge]
(McCoy enters in his surgical scrubs, carrying a jar.)
KIRK: How is he?
MCCOY: To be very frank, Jim, I don't know that I can do anything for Spock or your nephew. (hold up the jar) They're pieces of some form of living tissue. I removed one from Spock's spinal cord, the other from your sister-in-law's body. They're both the same. The boy's too weak to touch. Besides, removal of the tissue wouldn't stop the pain anyhow as far as I can tell.
KIRK: Did you operate on Spock in time?
MCCOY: No. I just removed these for examination. His body's full of these tentacles, entwining and growing all about his nervous system.
KIRK: My nephew?
MCCOY: The same. Evidently, when the creature attacks, it leaves a stinger much like a bee or wasp, leaving one of these in the victim's body. It takes over the victim very rapidly, and the entwining is far, far too involved for conventional surgery to remove.
KIRK: Recommendations?
MCCOY: I'm sorry, Jim. The lab, the science departments, we're all stumped.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 37
At first Stu accepted the sound without question; it was such a typical part of a bright summer morning. He had just passed through the town of South Ryegate, New Hampshire, and now the highway wound through a pretty country of overhanging elms that dappled the road with coins of moving sunlight. The underbrush on either side was thick—bright sumac, blue-gray juniper, lots of bushes he couldn’t name. The profusion of them was still a wonder to his eyes, accustomed as they were to East Texas, where the roadside flora had nothing like this variety. On the left, an ancient rock wall meandered in and out of the brush, and on the right a small brook gurgled cheerily east. Every now and then small animals would move in the underbrush (yesterday he had been transfixed by the sight of a large doe standing on the white line of 302, scenting the morning air), and birds called raucously. And against that background of sound, the barking dog sounded like the most natural thing in the world.
He walked almost another mile before it occurred to him that the dog—closer now, by the sound—might be out of the ordinary after all. He had seen a great many dead dogs since leaving Stovington, but no live ones. Well, he supposed, the flu had killed most but not all of the people. Apparently it had killed most but not all of the dogs, as well. Probably it would be extremely people-shy by now. When it scented him, it would most likely crawl back into the bushes and bark hysterically at him until Stu left its territory.
He adjusted the straps of the Day-Glo pack he was wearing and refolded the handkerchiefs that lay under the straps at each shoulder. He was wearing a pair of Georgia Giants, and three days of walking had rubbed most of the new from them. On his head was a jaunty, wide-brimmed red felt hat, and there was an army carbine slung across his shoulder. He did not expect to run across marauders, but he had a vague idea that it might be a good idea to have a gun. Fresh meat, maybe. Well, he had seen fresh meat yesterday, still on the hoof, and he had been too amazed and pleased to even think about shooting it.
The pack riding easily again, he went on up the road. The dog sounded as if it was just beyond the next bend. Maybe I’ll see him after all, Stu thought.
He had picked up 302 going east because he supposed that sooner or later it would take him to the ocean. He had made a kind of compact with himself: When I get to the ocean, I’ll decide what I’m going to do. Until then, I won’t think about it at all. His walk, now in its fourth day, had been a kind of healing process. He had thought about taking a ten-speed bike or maybe a motorcycle with which he could thread his way through—the occasional crashes that blocked the road, but instead had decided to walk. He had always enjoyed hiking, and his body cried out for exercise. Until his escape from Stovington he had been cooped up for nearly two weeks, and he felt flabby and out of shape. He supposed that sooner or later his slow progress would make him impatient and he would get the bike or motorcycle, but for now he was content to hike east on this road, looking at whatever he wanted to look at, taking five when he wanted to, or in the afternoon, dropping off for a snooze during the hottest part of the day. It was good for him to be doing this. Little by little the lunatic search for a way out was fading into memory, just something that had happened instead of a thing so vivid it brought cold sweat out onto his skin. The memory of that feeling of someone following him had been the hardest to shake. The first two nights on the road he had dreamed again and again of his final encounter with Elder, when Elder had come to carry out his orders. In the dreams Stu was always too slow with the chair. Elder stepped back out of its arc, pulled the trigger of his pistol, and Stu felt a heavy but painless boxing glove weighted with lead shot land on his chest. He dreamed this over and over until he woke unrested in the morning, but so glad to be alive that he hardly realized it. Last night the dream hadn’t come. He doubted if the willies would stop all at once, but he thought he might be walking the poison out of his system little by little. Maybe he would never get rid of all of it, but when most of it was gone he felt sure he would be able to think better about what came next, whether he had reached the ocean by then or not.
He came around the bend and there was the dog, an auburn-colored Irish setter. It barked joyously at the sight of Stu and ran up the road, toenails clicking on the composition surface, tail wagging frantically back and forth. It jumped up, placing its forepaws on Stu’s belly, and its forward motion made him stagger back a step. “Whoa, boy,” he said, grinning.
The dog barked happily at the sound of his voice and leaped up again.
“Kojak!” a stern voice said, and Stu jumped and stared around. “Get down! Leave that man alone! You’re going to track all over his shirt! Miserable dog!”
Kojak put all four feet on the road again and walked around Stu with his tail between his legs. The tail was still flipping back and forth in suppressed joy despite its confinement, however, and Stu decided this one would never make much of a canine put-on artist.
Now he could see the owner of the voice—and of Kojak, it seemed like. A man of about sixty wearing a ragged sweater, old gray pants… and a beret. He was sitting on a piano stool and holding a palette. An easel with a canvas on it stood before him.
Now he stood up, placed the palette on the piano stool (under his breath Stu heard him mutter, “Now don’t forget and sit on that”), and walked toward Stu with his hand extended. Beneath the beret his fluffy grayish hair bounced in a small and mellow breeze.
“I hope you intend no foul play with that rifle, sir. Glen Bateman, at your service.”
From 9/30/1958 ( premiere US TV series "The Rifleman"::series premiere "The Sharpshooter" ) To 4/21/1988 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, my official enlisted United States Navy documents includes: Qualified M-14 Rifle, USS Wainwright CG-28, United States Navy, primary-duty: CF-division, Missile Plot - guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex (UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance), while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Petty Officer Second Class Fire Controlman (FC2) ) is 10796 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/25/1995 ( ) is 10796 days
From 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) To 5/25/1995 ( ) is 1589 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/10/1970 ( Richard Nixon, 37th President of USA: Remarks at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Congressional Banquet ) is 1589 days
From 5/10/1991 ( George Bush, 41st President of USA: Remarks at Dedication Ceremony of the Social Sciences Complex at Princeton University in Princeton, New Jersey ) To 5/25/1995 ( ) is 1476 days
1476 = 738 + 738
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/10/1967 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Metamorphosis" ) is 738 days
http://www.boeing.com/news/releases/boeingarchive.htm
BOEING
Boeing Pre-Merger News Release Archive, 1995 to July 31, 1997
May 25, 1995 First Comanche Helicopter Prototype Unveiled
https://www.nbcnews.com/think/opinion/supreme-court-prayer-case-rights-christians-football-coach-rcna25673
NBC News
April 25, 2022, 12:13 PM PDT
By Caroline Mala Corbin, professor of law at the University of Miami School of Law
These moments often turned into Christian prayers [Superstitions] to the youngsters [indoctrinating the vulnerable with superstitions that will affect them negatively their entire life] on his team. The school repeatedly offered Kennedy alternatives — like praying in the press box or praying midfield after the stadium had emptied — but the coach refused them.
More specifically, according to the Supreme Court, public employee speech on the job that owes its existence to that job is not protected at all. The logic behind this rule is that the government is paying you for your services and your speech, and it is therefore theirs to control.
This logic applies here. As Kennedy now concedes, he was still on the clock during his public prayers, as his responsibilities extended to supervising students immediately after the game. Moreover, the school was paying the coach to give inspirational speeches to his team, and he simply would not have had access to either the team or the football field but for his job.
IMDb
From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)
Quotes
Seth: You've never been here before?
Carlos: No. I drove by it a couple of times. It's a rowdy place, it's out in the middle of nowhere, there'd be no cops and it's open from dusk till dawn.
IMDb
From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)
Quotes
Jacob: Does anybody know what's going on here?
Seth: I know what's going on. We got a bunch of fucking vampires out there
From 1/28/1972 ( ) To 1/19/1996 ( premiere USA film "From Dusk Till Dawn" ) is 8757 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/24/1989 ( "The Stand" complete edition, by Stephen King ) is 8757 days
From 1/28/1972 ( ) To 12/20/1994 ( an aviator in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 8362 days
8362 = 4181 + 4181
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/14/1977 ( departed this planet Earth on 11/02/1975, my biological brother Thomas Reagan the civilian and privately financed astronaut in his privately financed nuclear-pulse propulsion spaceship returned to the planet Earth from solar system deep space from his successful strike in the outer solar system beyond Saturn to divert comet nicknamed "Lucifer", threatening the existence of all life on this planet Earth ) is 4181 days
From 9/24/1902 ( Ayatollah Khomeini ) To 1/28/1972 ( ) is 25328 days
25328 = 12664 + 12664
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/5/2000 ( premiere US TV series episode "Big Brother" ) is 12664 days
From 1/28/1972 ( ) To 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) is 9684 days
9684 = 4842 + 4842
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/4/1979 ( premiere USA TV series "Co-ed Fever" ) is 4842 days
From 1/28/1972 ( ) To 5/26/2008 ( premiere US TV miniseries "The Andromeda Strain" ) is 13268 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/1/2002 ( USA NASA announces the Mars Odyssey spacecraft has discovered ice on planet Mars ) is 13268 days
From 1/28/1972 ( ) To 6/25/1982 ( premiere US film "The Thing" ) is 3801 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/30/1976 ( Mitsuo Fuchida dead ) is 3801 days
From 3/22/1989 ( George Bush, 41st President of USA: Remarks at a Meeting With Amish and Mennonite Leaders in Lancaster, Pennsylvania ) To 9/11/2001 ( ) is 4556 days
4556 = 2278 + 2278
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/28/1972 ( ) is 2278 days
From 1/28/1972 ( ) To 5/2/2014 ( for me personally as Kerry Burgess - Homestead Day 217 - The Homestead Apartments Phase 2 Day 1 - Spokane Valley, Washington State, United States ) is 15435 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/5/2008 ( Maharishi Mahesh Yogi dead ) is 15435 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Coney_Barrett
Amy Coney Barrett
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Amy Coney Barrett (born January 28, 1972) is an American lawyer, jurist, and academic who serves as a circuit judge on the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit.
Barrett was added to President Trump's list of potential Supreme Court nominees.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Maharishi-Mahesh-Yogi
Britannica
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
Indian religious leader
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, original name Mahesh Prasad Varma, (born 1917?, Jabalpur, India—died Feb. 5, 2008, Vlodrop, Neth.), Hindu religious leader who introduced the practice of transcendental meditation (TM) to the West.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maharishi_Mahesh_Yogi
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
From Wikipedia
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (born Mahesh Prasad Varma, 12 January 1918 – 5 February 2008) was an Indian yoga guru, known for developing and popularizing Transcendental Meditation (TM), and for being the leader and guru of a worldwide organization that has been characterized in multiple ways including as a new religious movement and as non-religious. He became known as Maharishi (meaning "great seer") and Yogi as an adult.
His first global tour began in 1958. His devotees referred to him as His Holiness, and because he often laughed in TV interviews he was sometimes referred to as the "giggling guru".
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 44
At last he slept again, and until he woke up the next morning at seven, stiff, cold, hungry, and needing to go to the bathroom, his sleep was dreamless.
“Oh God,” Nadine said emptily. Larry looked at her and saw a disappointment too deep for tears. Her face was pale, her remarkable eyes clouded and dull.
It was quarter past seven, July 19, and the shadows were drawing long. They had ridden all day, their few rest stops only five minutes long, their lunch break, which they had taken in Randolph, only half an hour. None of them had complained, although after six hours on a cycle Larry’s whole body felt numb and achy and full of pins.
Now they stood together in a line outside a wrought-iron fence. Below and behind them lay the town of Stovington, not much changed from the way Stu Redman had seen it on his last couple of days in this institution. Beyond the fence and a lawn that had once been well kept but which was now shaggy and littered by sticks and leaves that had blown onto it during afternoon thunderstorms, was the institution itself, three stories high, more of it buried underground, Larry surmised.
The place was deserted, silent, empty.
In the center of the lawn was a sign which read:
STOVINGTON PLAGUE CONTROL CENTER
THIS IS A GOVERNMENT INSTALLATION!
VISITORS MUST CHECK IN AT MAIN DESK
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 50
“And behold, the Wicked Witch of the West, or some Pentagon assholes, visited the country with a great plague, and before you could say, ‘Here comes Captain Trips,’ just about everyone in New York was dead. Including Larry’s mother.”
“I’m sorry. My mom and dad, too.”
“Yeah—everybody’s mom and dad. If we all sent each other sympathy cards, there wouldn’t be any left. But Larry was one of the lucky ones. He made it out of the city with a lady named Rita who wasn’t very well equipped to deal with what had happened. And unfortunately, Larry wasn’t very well equipped to help her deal with it.”
“No one had the equipment.”
“But some developed it quicker than others.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 52
But if Harold’s visitor decided to try the back door—
The knob of the front door—Frannie could see it down the short length of hall—began to turn back and forth in frustrated half-circles.
Whoever she is, I hope she’s no better at locks than I am, Frannie thought, and then had to squeeze both hands over her mouth to stop an insane bray of laughter. That was when she looked down at her cotton slacks and saw how badly she had been frightened. At least she didn’t scare the shit out of me, Fran thought. At least, not yet. The laughter bubbled up again, hysterical and frightened, just below the surface.
Then, with an indescribable sense of relief, she heard footfalls clicking away from the door and down Harold’s concrete path.
What Fran did next she did with no conscious decision at all. She ran quietly down the hall to the front door and put her eye to the small crack between the shade and the edge of the window. She saw a woman with long dark hair that was streaked with white. She climbed onto a small Vespa motorscooter that was parked at the curb. As the motor burped into life, she tossed her hair back and clipped it.
It’s the Cross woman—the one who came over with Larry Underwood! Does she know Harold?
Then Nadine had the scooter in gear. She started off with a little jerk and was soon out of sight. Fran uttered a huge sigh, and her legs turned to water. She opened her mouth to let out the laugh that had been bubbling below the surface, knowing already how it would sound—shaky and relieved. Instead, she burst into tears.
Five minutes later, too nervous now to search any further, she was boosting herself back through the cellar window from the seat of a wicker chair she had pulled over. Once out, she was able to push the chair far enough so that it wouldn’t be obvious someone had used it to climb out. It was still out of position, but people rarely noticed things like that… and it didn’t look as if Harold used the basement at all, except to store his Coca-Cola.
She reclosed the window and got her bike. She still felt weak and stunned and a little nauseated from her scare. At least my pants are drying, she thought. Next time you go housebreaking, Frances Rebecca, remember to wear your continence pants.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 26
The highest-rated morning program in Springfield, Missouri, was KLFT’s morning phone-in show, “Speak Your Piece,” with Ray Flowers. He had six phone lines into his studio booth, and on the morning of June 26, he was the only KLFT employee to show up for work. He was aware of what was going on in the outside world and it scared him. In the last week or so, it seemed to Ray that everyone he knew had come down sick. There were no troops in Springfield, but he had heard that the National Guard had been called into K.C. and St. Louis to “stop the spread of panic” and “prevent looting.” Ray Flowers himself felt fine. He looked thoughtfully at his equipment—phones, time-delay device to edit those callers who lapsed into profanity from time to time, racks of commercials on cassettes (“If your toilet overflows/And you don’t know just what goes/Call for the man with the big steel hose/Call your Kleen-Owt Man! ”), and of course, the mike.
He lit a cigarette, went to the studio door, and locked it. Went into his booth and locked that. He turned off the canned music that had been playing from a tape reel, turned on his own theme music, and then settled in at the microphone.
“Hi, y’all,” he said, “this is Ray Flowers on ‘Speak Your Piece,’ and this morning I guess there’s only one thing to call about, isn’t there? You can call it Tube Neck or superflu—or Captain Trips, but it all means the same thing. I’ve heard some horror stories about the army clamping down on everything, and if you want to talk about that, I’m ready to listen. It’s still a free country, right? And since I’m here by myself this morning, we’re going to do things just a little bit differently. I’ve got the time-delay turned off, and I think we can dispense with the commercials. If the Springfield you’re seeing is anything like the one I’m seeing from the KLFT windows, no one feels much like shopping, anyway.
“Okay—if you’re spo’s to be up and around, as my mother used to say, let’s get going. Our toll-free numbers are 555-8600 and 555-8601. If you get a busy, just be patient. Remember, I’m doing it all myself.”
There was an army unit in Carthage, fifty miles from Springfield, and a twenty-man patrol was dispatched to take care of Ray Flowers. Two men refused the order. They were shot on the spot.
In the hour it took them to get to Springfield, Ray Flowers took calls from: a doctor who said people were dying like flies and who thought the government was lying through its teeth about a vaccine; a hospital nurse who confirmed that bodies were being removed from Kansas City hospitals by the truckload; a delirious woman who claimed it was flying saucers from outer space
From 1/31/1980 ( premiere USA TV series episode "In Search of..."::"Earth Visitors" ) To 10/24/1989 ( "The Stand" complete edition, by Stephen King ) is 3554 days
3554 = 1777 + 1777
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/14/1970 ( ) is 1777 days
From 9/14/1970 ( ) To 6/27/2005 ( as Kerry Burgess I was discharged from the Seattle's Puget Sound Veterans Affairs Health Care System hospital - United States of America Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital ) is 12705 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/15/2000 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Biography"::"Jimi Hendrix: The Man They Made God" ) is 12705 days
From 11/14/1964 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Outer Limits"::"I, Robot" ) To 8/8/1974 ( Richard Nixon, 37th president of USA federal government 1969-1974: Address to the Nation Announcing Decision To Resign the Office of President of the United States ) is 3554 days
3554 = 1777 + 1777
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/14/1970 ( ) is 1777 days
From 2/13/1997 ( as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-82 pilot astronaut and my 4th official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall I begin repairing the US Hubble Telescope while in space and orbit of the planet Earth ) To 11/7/2006 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, from my official United States of America Veterans Affairs psychiatric-hospital documents, the final appointment with the psychiatrist ) is 3554 days
3554 = 1777 + 1777
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/14/1970 ( ) is 1777 days
From 2/13/1997 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Biography"::"G. Gordon Liddy: Warrior with a Cause" ) To 11/7/2006 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, from my official United States of America Veterans Affairs psychiatric-hospital documents, the final appointment with the psychiatrist ) is 3554 days
3554 = 1777 + 1777
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/14/1970 ( ) is 1777 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketanji_Brown_Jackson
Ketanji Brown Jackson
From Wikipedia
Ketanji Onyika Brown Jackson (née Brown; born September 14, 1970) is an American lawyer and jurist who is an associate justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. Jackson was nominated to the Supreme Court by President Joe Biden on February 25, 2022, and confirmed by the U.S. Senate and sworn into office that same year. She is the first black woman, the first former federal public defender, and the sixth woman to serve on the United States Supreme Court.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G._Gordon_Liddy
G. Gordon Liddy
From Wikipedia
George Gordon Battle Liddy (November 30, 1930 – March 30, 2021) was an American lawyer and FBI agent who was convicted of conspiracy, burglary, and illegal wiretapping for his role in the Watergate scandal during the Nixon administration.
Working alongside E. Howard Hunt, Liddy organized and directed the burglary of the Democratic National Committee headquarters in the Watergate building in May and June 1972. After five of Liddy's operatives were arrested inside the DNC offices on June 17, 1972, subsequent investigations of the Watergate scandal led to Nixon's resignation in 1974. Liddy was convicted of burglary, conspiracy, and refusing to testify to the Senate committee investigating Watergate. He served nearly 52 months in federal prisons.
He later joined with Timothy Leary for a series of debates on multiple college campuses, and similarly worked with Al Franken in the late 1990s. Liddy served as a radio talk show host from 1992 until his retirement on July 27, 2012. His radio show was syndicated in 160 markets by Radio America and on both Sirius Satellite Radio and XM Satellite Radio stations in the United States. He was a guest panelist for Fox News Channel in addition to appearing in a cameo role or as a guest celebrity talent on several television shows.
After serving in several mid-level law enforcement and domestic policy roles in the Nixon administration, Liddy was moved to Nixon's 1972 re-election campaign in 1971 order to extend the scope and reach of the White House Plumbers "special investigations unit", which had been created in response to damaging leaks of information to the press. Liddy's own name for the group was ODESSA, a reference to escape plans made by the Nazis.
At CRP, Liddy concocted several plots in early 1972, collectively known under the title "Operation Gemstone". Some of these were far-fetched, intended to embarrass the Democratic opposition. These included kidnapping anti-war protest organizers and transporting them to Mexico during the Republican National Convention (which at the time was planned for San Diego), as well as luring mid-level Democratic campaign officials to a house boat in Miami, where they would be secretly photographed in compromising positions with prostitutes. Most of Liddy's ideas were rejected by Attorney General John N. Mitchell (who became campaign manager in March 1972), but a few were approved by Nixon administration officials, including the 1971 break-in at Daniel Ellsberg's psychiatrist's office in Los Angeles. Ellsberg had leaked the Pentagon Papers to The New York Times. At some point, Liddy was instructed to break into the Democratic National Committee offices in the Watergate Complex.
Watergate scandal
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Liddy was the Nixon administration liaison and leader of the group of five men who broke into the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee at the Watergate Complex. At least two separate entries were made in May and June 1972; the burglars were apprehended on June 17.
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