https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/address-joint-session-congress-requesting-declaration-war-against-germany
The American Presidency Project
University of California
WOODROW WILSON
28th President of the United States: 1913 - 1921
Address to a Joint Session of Congress Requesting a Declaration of War Against Germany
April 02, 1917
It is a distressing and oppressive duty, Gentlemen of the Congress, which I have performed in thus addressing you. There are, it may be many months of fiery trial and sacrifice ahead of us. It is a fearful thing to lead this great peaceful people into war, into the most terrible and disastrous of all wars, civilization itself seeming to be in the balance.
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 08/29/10 7:28 PM
I am starting to watch for another date in the near future, as I have done many times in the past couple years.
I just started to wonder about why nothing happened at a point three years ago when I seemed to reach some kind of spiritual point similar to the ending of the 1998 film "The Sixth Sense." I reached the point where I gained conscious awareness that I have a wife and who she is specifically. To interpret literally that literary work would suggest that was the end of it all and I could move out of here and consider my mission accomplished. But that was just the beginning of another phase. I did not really start to get my calculations correct until December 2007, seeming to coincide with Will Smith's "I Am Legend" and even now I am still figuring out what the bad guys are up to.
So this seems to be another phase.
As with every other one, this phase will end too. I guess that could be the date I am looking at but I do not know for certain.
There also must be a reason I changed my reporting format back around the first of June 2010. I was looking back at that a while back and I wondered if I started that change during that Memorial Day weekend. That might have been it. I was thinking the change was on June 1st, but that is close enough.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Monday, June 12, 2006 4:58 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Journal June 12, 2006, Supplemental
There must be some reason to these thoughts [ , I think now having just awoken from sleep, ] I was having awhile back about the opening scenes to the upcoming movie HALO. I was thinking of how the story goes behind the military person that inspired Master Chief. It begins with the real MCPO arriving at his post on some planet. It is an isolated post in some kind of wasteland, desert, mountainous region. He arrives, talks with a few people, walks around. The structure is some kind of pre-fab building with a lot of walkways and observation positions, a lot of defensive positions. You can hear the clanking of deckplates and gratings as people walk around. MCPO finds a place to sit down his gear and look out over the land. He places a photo of an attractive blond woman, a weather forecaster, on a ledge in front of him and wistfully remembers better times. After awhile, he is sent on some kind of recon mission and climbs into an aircraft that is sitting on a landing pad a few levels above the other troops. The aircraft is some kind of advanced vtol craft and you can see some similarities in the window structure to a Seahawk helo. as MCPO pilots the craft up and starts moving out, he sees a large threatening group of one of the planets native species approaching. They move in a long, herd-like stream and he can tell that at their speed, they will definitely over-run the station. He immediately lands back on the pad and runs, with deckplates clanking, but leaving his weapon in the aircraft, and runs down to the main level and jumps over the ledge to the ground. He grabbed a couple of flares on the way out and starts trying to distract the herd towards him and away from the station. They are large cow-sized rat-looking creatures, that are fast, but at his peak speed, he can out run them but he isn't sure if they have greater endurance. He runs out and away for a while and then runs into a cave system that turns into a maze. He has some near-misses from the lead rats, but he manages to leap up onto a ledge and run in another direction although they manage to keep following him. He finds his way out of the cave and sees the station in the distance, thankfully he has bought them enough time to bring all the defenses online and there is a pretty chance they will be able to fight off the herd. As he run towards the safety of the station, he finds himself with one leg hanging over the ledge of a deep gorge, having almost run over the edge. He turns around that the herd is running flat out lemming-style towards him. He curses the rat-bastards just as the first one slams into him and drives him over the ledge along with all of them to their death a thousand feet below. Later, a group of marines venture out to dig him out from under that carcasses of the rats. One makes an off-hand comment about how he thought MCPO was invincible. The scene moves around MCPO as he is lying on the ground and you see a similarity in the shape of his helmet to the look of Master Chief in Halo. Then, the scene changes to the construction of Master Chief. I don't know what MC is constructed of, but if his smallest compenent are nuts and bolts, that is how this scene begins, of his smallest components being brought together through an automated process of construction. The musical theme is some form of classical music but I don't know of any work that would fit. It should match the crude start of his contruction and them progress into some form of elegant theme, an artful dance. After MC is finished, he steps out of the construction chamber, the perspective changes to show that 11 other cyborgs, whatever they are, were being constructed at the same time. As the music score dramatizes the movements, they all step out, then the focus returns to MC. He turns his head to look into the camera and says "I need a weapon." Later, it is revealed that the camera recording all this construction of the cyborgs was actually one of the bad guys recording it all, a spy that had snuck in to the construction facility. The is a subtle difference to the scenes that can later be recognized as being seen through the eyes, or ocular devices, whatever, of the bad guy. It is only later that it is revealed that they special scenes were being seen by the bad guy and that you realize there were earlier scenes where he was watching. The scene changes to some military office. A company officer, I think that would be considered a Major, wants to see an Admiral. The Major appears to have just come from a battle or something, he has mud on him and his uniform isn't really presentable. He is arriving after enduring 12 hours of being trapped in an overcrowded, dark bunker with a blistering, fierce mortar barrage from the enemy outside trying to break the bunker and then he is on a transport, some kind of windowless conveyance that is also overcrowded and hot and filled with the maddening and endless quietly blaring Muzac while the civilians around him are blathering on with moronic idiotic conversations that he can't help but overhear no matter how much he wants to tune them out and there is a communication panel where he wants to send a message to his family because he can't remember the last time he talked to any of them but some moron is doing something moronic on it. He eventually barges into the Admiral's office and the scene is reminiscent in certain artistic elements to an ancient Admirality environment, that type of environment that reminds me of HMS Pinafore, although I don't think I haven't actually seen that play. The Admiral and someone else are sitting around in some kind of stuffy, formal meeting, maybe even sipping tea with their pinky fingers extended, that seems to be a waste of time to the Major. He is frustrated because he lost several men in some kind of battle earlier. The Admiral doesn't want to be lectured because, as he points out to a machine across the room that is stamping his signature on death notices for next-of-kin, he is well aware of the loss.
From 4/2/1917 ( Woodrow Wilson - Address to a Joint Session of Congress Requesting a Declaration of War Against Germany ) To 6/12/2006 ( referenced in text above here: Kerry Burgess - Journal June 12, 2006, Supplemental ) is 32578 days
32578 = 16289 + 16289
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/8/2010 is 16289 days
From 12/25/1991 ( as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) To 6/8/2010 is 6740 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 4/16/1984 ( premiere US TV series episode "Frontline"::"Captive in El Salvador" ) is 6740 days
From 10/18/1993 ( the launch of the US space shuttle Columbia orbiter vehicle mission STS-58 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps officer and United States STS-58 pilot astronaut and my 2nd official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) To 6/8/2010 is 6077 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/23/1982 ( Ronald Reagan - Remarks on Signing the Intelligence Identities Protection Act of 1982 ) is 6077 days
From 10/24/1994 ( premiere US film "Stargate" ) To 6/8/2010 is 5706 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/17/1981 ( premiere US TV series episode "Charlie's Angels"::"Mr. Galaxy" ) is 5706 days
From 7/18/1952 ( premiere US TV series episode "Schlitz Playhouse of Stars"::"Early Space Conquerors" ) To 2/21/1997 ( the landing of the US space shuttle Discovery orbiter vehicle mission STS-82 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps 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 ) is 16289 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/8/2010 is 16289 days
Many other recent posts by me on this topic includes: https://hvom.blogspot.com/2018/10/ghost-writers.html
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2018/10/to-stand-mercy.html
https://www.amazon.com/Passage-Novel-Book-One-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B003F3PM7A
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The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy) Kindle Edition
by Justin Cronin (Author)
Publication Date: June 8, 2010
http://articles.latimes.com/1993-10-19/news/mn-47456_1_draw-blood
Los Angeles Times
7 Astronauts Fly High in Orbit, Draw Blood in Name of Science
October 19, 1993 From Associated Press
KENNEDY SPACE CENTER, Fla. — Columbia and its seven astronauts blasted off on a belated mission Monday, carrying 48 rats, that will be poked, prodded and in some cases decapitated by guillotine and dissected in orbit.
All in the name of science.
Five of the rats are part of UC Irvine research on the effects of weightlessness. Scientists Kenneth Baldwin and Vincent Caiozzo have designated a series of muscle mass tests for the five, hoping to learn more about why and how loss of gravity causes muscles to change in humans and animals.
The astronauts aboard Columbia quickly got started on their 14 days of space checkups, drawing blood from one another, measuring their blood pressure and noting any symptoms of motion sickness.
The mission--the longest ever planned for a space shuttle--is intended to help scientists develop measures for counteracting the debilitating effects of space travel, including changes in muscle mass. Astronauts will test the UCI rats in space, while Baldwin and Caiozzo are simultaneously testing comparison rats on the ground at UC Irvine labs.
In an interview Monday in Irvine, Baldwin said the UCI researchers believe the tests will result in knowledge useful for humans on land as well as in space.
"We think the information we learn from the tests will apply to people who go through stages of aging, as well as to people who have injuries and have a dramatic reduction in physical activities," Baldwin said.
The two Irvine scientists are scheduled to greet Columbia when it lands at Edwards Air Force Base in Los Angeles County on Nov. 1. They will then examine firsthand their lab rats and make additional tests.
Columbia blasted from its Florida launch pad Monday morning after two previous delays.
"Guys, the third time's a charm," orbiter test director Brian Monborne assured the crew before liftoff.
Delayed 10 seconds by a stray Navy plane, the 2,000-ton spaceship rose from its seaside pad at 7:53 a.m. PDT and tore through three decks of clouds on its way to a 176-mile-high orbit.
Two crew members had catheters threading through their veins for launch--Martin Fettman, the first U.S. veterinarian in space, and Shannon Lucid, a biochemist who became the first woman to fly in space four times. The catheters were hooked to white backpacks with floating cables, making the two look like a pair of bees.
In addition to the UCI rats being used for tests of muscle mass, other rats on the Columbia will be tested for such things as bone loss in space.
Throughout the mission, Fettman and the others will draw blood from the 2- to 3-month-old male rodents, inject isotopes and hormones, and collect the animal droppings to measure calcium content, an indicator of bone loss.
http://articles.latimes.com/1993-10-26/news/mn-49942_1_muscle-strength
Los Angeles Times
Shuttle Crew Reports Faces Are Puffier, Muscles Flabbier
October 26, 1993 From Times Wire Services
KENNEDY SPACE CENTER, Fla. — Their faces are puffier. Their muscles are flabbier. But Columbia's astronauts are still feeling frisky halfway into their 14-day medical mission.
"We're having a lot of fun, getting a lot of work done," pilot Richard Searfoss said Monday.
Astronaut William McArthur Jr. said not he, Searfoss or Dr. David Wolf, all space rookies, have had motion sickness. Two-thirds of astronauts become nauseated in the first few days of flight.
"We were frisky from the minute the main engines cut off," McArthur told radio interviewers.
But Searfoss reported a loss of muscle strength. Wolf said he could feel his body change in weightlessness: His legs got skinny and his face puffy because of the upward shift of body fluids.
"When I first saw myself in the mirror up here, I had to take a second look to see if it was really me," Wolf said.
Columbia's 14-day voyage, expected to end Monday, is the longest shuttle flight ever planned by NASA and only the second mission dedicated to medical research.
The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
page 414 of 881 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Part V
GIRL FROM NOWHERE
You who do not remember
Passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns
to find a voice.
- Louise Gluck
"The Wild Iris"
Chapter 24
Log of the Watch
Summer 92
Day 51: No Sign
Day 52: No Sign
Day 53: No Sign
Day 54: No Sign
Day 55: No Sign
Day 56: No Sign
Day 57: Peter Jaxon stationed at FP 1 (M: Theo Jaxon). No sign.
Day 58: No Sign
Day 59: No Sign
Day 60: No Sign
During this period: 0 contacts. No souls killed or taken. Second Captain vacancy (T. Jaxon, deceased) referred to Sanjay Patal.
Respectfully submitted to the Household,
S.C. Ramirez, First Captain
Dawn of the eighth morning: Peter's eyes snapped open at the sound of the herd, coming down the trace.
He remembered thinking, some time after half-night: Just a few minutes. Just a few minutes off my feet, to gather my strength. But the moment he'd allowed himself to sit, bracing his back against the rampart, and rested his weary head upon his folded arms, sleep had taken him fast.
"Good, you're up."
Lish was standing above him. Peter rubbed his eyes and nose, accepting without comment the canteen of water she was handing him. His limbs felt heavy and slow, as if his bones had been replaced by tubes of sloshing liquid. He took a drink of tepid water and cast his gaze over the edge of the rampart. Beyond the fireline, a faint mist was rising slowly from the hills.
"How long was I out?"
She squared her shoulders toward him. "Forget it. You'd been up seven nights without a break. You had no business being out here as it was. Anybody who says different can take it up with me."
Morning Bell sounded. Peter and Alicia watched in silence as the gates commenced to retract into their pockets. The herd, restless and ready to move, began to surge through the opening.
"Go home and sleep," Alicia said, as the logging crews were preparing to leave. "You can worry about the Stone later."
"I'm going to wait for him."
She steadied her eyes on his face. "Peter. It's been seven nights. Go home."
They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps ascending the ladder. Hollis Wilson hoisted himself onto the catwalk and looked at the two of them, frowning.
"You standing down, Peter?"
"All yours," Alicia answered. "We're done here."
"I said, I'm staying."
The day shift was commencing. Two more Watchers clambered up the ladder, Gar Phillips and Vivian Chou. Gar was telling some kind of story, Vivian laughing along, but when they saw the three of them standing there, they abruptly fell silent and move briskly down the catwalk.
"Listen," Hollis said, "if you want to take this post, it's okay with me. But I'm the OD, so I'll have to tell Soo."
"No, he's not," Alicia said. "I mean it, Peter. It's not a request. Hollis won't say it, but I will. Go home."
The urge to protest rose within him. But as he opened his mouth to speak he was met with a blast of grief that stunned him into surrender. Alicia was right. It was over; Theo was gone. He should have felt relieved, but all he felt was exhausted - a bone weariness that ran so deep he felt as if he'd be dragging it for the rest of his life like a chain.
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2018/09/now-frontiers-shift-like-desert-sands.html
Posted by Kerry Burgess at 9:41 PM
Homeless Veteran Of Microsoft
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 09, 2018
"Now frontiers shift like desert sands, While nations wash their bloodied hands, Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey"
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sunday, September 9, 2018, 9:38:01 PM PDT
Been there, done that.
I went for months one time without publishing anything online.
Nothing changed.
I have nothing else.
All I've been hoping for is some basic decency from people.
The basic decency is someone sounding off "That's not right".
There has not been one person step forward.
There might be people who think they've done something, BUT I DON'T SEE IT. And that's all that matters.
This whole experience just makes me really very disgusted with the human race in general.
"Support the troops" is just a whole lot of bullshit that people say. Ask them to do ONE THING inconvenient and they just all suddenly shut the hell up.
I seriously doubt there is one person out there in the world who can think independently.
There's no mistake about it: I HAVE A SERVICE-CONNECTED DISABILITY. But the VA isn't going to help me. Why? Because they were involved with the process that screwed up my mind.
The government isn't going to help me because they're too dumb to think anything other than Sanity Is Statistical. Or even to consider that simple notion in my UNIQUE case.
WITHOUT A DOUBT my disability is service-connected.
Any person with even the slightest intelligence should see that from what I publish. That's the concept that people should focus on if they were inclined to provide support to me.
Hell, even monkeys could read what I have been posting and recognize that.
Something happened to my mind and all I can guess, after all these years for more than a decade of banging away at a computer keyboard is that I am waiting to hear something.
But not waiting by my choice. Something in my mind is forcing me to wait.
That's a likely explanation considering the depth of my public outreach effort. There is something the public has to do and - whatever that is - completely unknown to my conscious mind - I am being forced somehow to wait for it.
No one has tried to help because nothing I say seems to affect anyone else personally.
People only want to get involved if it involves someone with a more pathetic life than theirs. Makes them feel superior and that's important to most people because most Americans know they're weaklings.
All my story does is to remind people of why they hate their boss.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I
- posted by Kerry Burgess 03:29 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 28 October 2018
