"Killing the evil first" or words to that effect spoken on the tv news broadcast.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067525/quotes
IMDb
The Omega Man (1971)
Quotes
Matthias: Do we use the tools of the wheel as he does?
Followers: No.
Matthias: Is he of the Family?
Followers, Zachary: No.
Matthias: Is he of the sacred society?
Followers: No.
Matthias: Then what is he?
Followers: Evil!
From 1/28/2008 ( referenced from my journal by me in text below here ) To 7/25/2019 is 4196 days
4196 = 2098 + 2098
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/1/1971 ( premiere US film "The Omega Man" ) is 2098 days
From 12/25/1991 ( in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) To 7/25/2019 is 10074 days
10074 = 5037 + 5037
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/18/1979 ( Jimmy Carter - Minnesota City, Minnesota Informal Exchange With Reporters at the Docking Site of the Delta Queen ) is 5037 days
From 9/12/2006 ( referenced from my journal by me in text below here ) To 7/25/2019 is 4699 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/14/1978 ( premiere US TV series episode "In Search of..."::"UFO Captives" ) is 4699 days
From 12/8/2003 ( premiere US TV miniseries "Battlestar Galactica" ) To 7/25/2019 is 5708 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/19/1981 ( premiere US film "Superman II" ) is 5708 days
Other post by me on this topic:https://hvom.blogspot.com/2019/07/and-god-said-let-there-be-tinkling-and.html
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2019/07/07252019-part-2.html
https://www.krem.com/article/news/nation-world/us-government-will-execute-inmates-for-first-time-since-2003/293-f401a276-585c-4522-93d1-4e847bfb4261
KREM Channel 2 CBS News Spokane
NATION-WORLD
US government will execute inmates for first time since 2003
The Justice Department says five inmates will be executed, starting in December.
Author: MICHAEL BALSAMO and COLLEEN LONG Associated Press
Published: 7:52 AM PDT July 25, 2019
Updated: 5:01 PM PDT July 25, 2019
WASHINGTON — The Justice Department said Thursday the federal government will resume executing death-row inmates
http://www.chakoteya.net/movies/movie8.html
Star Trek: First Contact (1996)
(from internet transcript)
[Picard's quarters]
(Picard is having a dream about his memories from end of "Best of Both Worlds, Part I.")
BORG QUEEN: Locutus.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091083/plotsummary
IMDb
From Beyond (1986)
Plot
Scientists create a resonator to stimulate the pineal gland (sixth sense), and open up a door to a parallel (and hostile) universe. Based on a story by H. P. Lovecraft.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081573/quotes
IMDb
Superman II (1980)
Quotes
President: [on T.V] This is your President. On behalf of my country and in the name of the other leaders of the world with whom I have today consulted, I hereby abdicate all authority and control over this planet to General Zod. Only by following all his directives will the lives of millions be spared...
[desperately]
President: Superman! Can you hear me? Superman! Where are you...
General Zod: Who is this Superman?
President: You'll find out and when you do-...
General Zod: Come to me, Superman! I defy you! Come and kneel before Zod! Zod!
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
CHAPTER 21
STAGES
The vultures would do just fine for some time. Lots of bodies to eat… or maybe not. At first the corpses would be buried in the normal civilized way, but in a few weeks those systems would be overwhelmed, and then people would die, probably in their own beds and then-rats, of course. The coming year would be a banner one for rats. The only thing was: Rats depended on people to thrive. They lived on garbage and the output of civilization, a fairly specialized parasite, and this coming year they'd have a gut-filling worldwide feast and then-what? What would happen to the rat population? Dogs and cats would live off them, probably, gradually reaching a balance of some sort, but without millions of people to produce garbage for the rats to eat, their numbers would decline over the next five or ten years. That would be an interesting study for one of the field teams. How quickly would the rat population trend down, and how far down might it go?
Too many of the people in the Project concerned themselves with the great animals. Everyone loved wolves and cougars, noble beautiful animals so harshly slaughtered by men because of their depredation of domestic animals. And they'd do just fine once the trapping and poisoning stopped. But what of the lesser predators? What about the rats? Nobody seemed to care about them, but they were part of the system, too. You couldn't apply aesthetics to the study of Nature, could you? If you did, then how could you justify killing Mary Bannister, Subject F4? She was an attractive, bright, pleasant woman, after all, not very like Chester, or Pete, or Henry, not offensive to behold as they had been… but like them, a person who didn't understand Nature, didn't appreciate her beauty, didn't see her place in the great system of life, and was therefore unworthy to participate. Too bad for her. Too bad for all the test subjects, but the planet was dying, and had to be saved, and there was only one way to do it, because too many others had no more understanding of the system than the lower animals who were an unknowing part of the system itself. Only man could hope to understand the great balance. Only man had the responsibility to sustain that balance, and if that meant the reduction of his own species, well, everything had its price. The greatest and finest irony of all was that it required a huge sacrifice, and that the sacrifice came from man's own scientific advances. Without the instrumentalities that threatened to kill the planet, the ability to save it would not have existed. Well, of such irony was reality made, the epidemiologist told himself.
The Project would save Nature Herself, and the Project was made of relatively few people, less than a thousand, plus those who had been selected to survive and continue the effort, the unknowing ones whose lives would not be forfeit to the crimes committed in their names. Most would never understand the cause for their survival-that they were the wife or child or close relative of ii Project member, or had skills that the Project needed: airplane pilots, mechanics, farmers, communication specialists, and the like. Someday they might figure it out that was inevitable, of course. Some people talked, and others listened. When the listeners figured it out, they would probably be horrified, but then it would be far too late for them to do anything about it. There was a wonderful inevitability to it all. Oh, there would be some things he'd miss. The theater, the good restaurants in New York, for example, but surely there would be some good cooks in the Project-certainly there would be wonderful raw materials for them to work with. The Project's installation in Kansas would grow all the grain they needed, and there would be cattle as well, until the buffalo spread out.
The Project would support itself by hunting for much of its meat. Needless to say, some members objected to that - they objected to killing anything, but cooler and wiser heads had prevailed on that issue. Man was both a predator and a toolmaker, and so guns were okay, too. A far more merciful way to kill game, and man had to eat, too. And so, in a few years men would saddle up their horses and ride out to shoot a few buffalo, butcher them, and bring back the healthy low-fat meat. And deer, and pronghorn antelope, and elk.
Cereals and vegetables would be grown by the farmers. They'd all eat well, and live in harmony with Nature guns weren't all that great an advancement on bows and arrows, were they?-and they'd be able to study the natural world in relative peace.
It was a beautiful future to look forward to, though the initial four to eight months would be pretty dreadful. The stuff that'd be on TV, and the radio, and the newspapers-while they lasted would be horrible, but again, everything had a price. Humanity as the dominant force on the planet had to die, to be replaced by Nature herself, with just enough of the right people to observe and appreciate what she was and what she did.
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 01/28/08 3:19 PM
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462538/quotes
Memorable quotes for
The Simpsons Movie (2007)
Santa's Little Helper: [subtitled] I did things no dog should [have to do(what I heard when watching the movie)]. They will haunt me forever.
[ excerpt ends Kerry Burgess, 01/28/2008 ]
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 11/04/07 11:11 AM
But I do believe she has been trying to get me back home and she is doing what she is supposed to be doing, as I am fulfilling my role as well.
November 05, 2007
11/05/07 1:08 AM
Phoebe was 44 years, 1 week, 2 days, old at the UK premiere of "The Simpsons Movie."
[ excerpt ends Kerry Burgess, 11/04/2007 ]
Kerry Burgess, Nov 20, 2017 8:42pm
My Seattle Marathon race number, for the event I successfully completed on 30 November 2003, was the same as the room number they assigned to me at The Vermont Inn-Apartments in December 2006.
I didn't record the precise calendar date I moved in there. I know I was still living in that homeless shelter for veterans in Shoreline Washington State on Christmas Day 2006 but I was in the Vermont Inn-Apartments on New Years Eve 2006 because I remember sitting there on the roof-top deck and watching the fireworks from the Space Needle from about a block away.
The Space Needle was also the starting point and finishing point of the Seattle Marathon in 2003.
That Seattle Marathon race date was the same date listed for the premiere of the television movie "The Reagans" starring James Brolin in his portrayal of Ronald Reagan.
I was still a full-time employee of Microsoft Corporation at the time.
Only today did I notice that my bib number was the same. I found it online at the official site and then compared with email records I still have that contain my address at The Vermont.
[ excerpt ends Kerry Burgess, Nov 20, 2017 ]
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 01/16/08 4:05 PM
I wonder if that has some bearing on Phoebe and me because she used to wear my U.S. Navy flight jacket at some point, perhaps even the day we got married in Vermont.
[ excerpt ends Kerry Burgess, 01/16/2008 ]
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 01/16/08 4:15 PM
And why Vermont? Why would we go to Vermont to get married?
[ excerpt ends Kerry Burgess, 01/16/2008 ]
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 01/18/08 6:49 PM
From 3/5/1989 ( ) to 7/27/2007 ( premiere US movie "The Simpsons Movie" ) is: 6718 days
6718 = 3359 + 3359
'33-59' ( my birth date US )
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462538/releaseinfo
Release dates for
The Simpsons Movie (2007)
USA 21 July 2007 (Springfield, Vermont) (premiere)
USA 27 July 2007
[ excerpt ends Kerry Burgess, 01/18/2008 ]
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462538/quotes
IMDb
The Simpsons Movie (2007)
Quotes
Bart Simpson: Boy, you made it! But how?
Santa's Little Helper: [subtitled] I did things no dog should. They will haunt me forever.
Bart Simpson: I love you too.
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 9/12/2006 11:27 AM
Was I part of the group that is known as Delta Force? That would make sense.
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
CHAPTER 8
COVERAGE
"This seems to work," Steve said quietly.
"How many strands fit inside?" Maggie asked.
"Anywhere from three to ten."
"And how large is the overall package?"
"Six microns. Would you believe it? The packaging is white in color, so it reflects light pretty well, especially UV radiation, and in a water-spray environment, it's just about invisible." The individual capsules couldn't be seen with the naked eye, and only barely with an optical microscope. Better still, their weight was such that they'd float in air about the same as dust particles, as readily breathable as secondhand smoke in a singles bar. Once in the body, the coating would dissolve, and allow release of the Shiva strands into the lungs or the upper GI, where they could go to work.
"Water soluble?" Maggie asked.
"Slowly, but faster if there's anything biologically active in the water, like the trace hydrochloric acid in saliva, for example. Wow, we could have really made money from the Iraqis with this one, kiddo - or anybody, who wants to play bio-war in the real world."
Their company had invented the technology, working on an NIH grant designed to develop an easier way than needles to deliver vaccines. Needles required semiskilled use. The new technique used electrophoresis to wrap insignificantly tiny quantities of protective gel around even smaller amounts of airborne bioactive agents. That would allow people to ingest vaccines with a simple drink rather than the more commonly used method of inoculation. If they ever fielded a working AIDS vaccine, this would be the method of choice for administering it in Africa where countries lacked the infrastructure to do much of anything. Steve had just proven that the same technology could be used to deliver active virus with the same degree of safety and reliability. Or almost proven it.
"How do we proof-test it?" Maggie asked.
"Monkeys. How we fixed for monkeys in the lab?"
"Lots," she assured him. This would be an important step. They'd give it to a few monkeys; then see how well it spread through the laboratory population. They'd use rhesus monkeys. Their blood was so similar to humans."
Subject Four was the first, as expected. He was fifty-three years old and his liver function was so far off the scale as to qualify him for a high place on the transplant list at the University of Pittsburgh. His skin had a yellowish cast in the best of circumstances, but that didn't stop him from hitting the booze harder than any of their test subjects. His name, he said, was Chester something, Dr. John Killgore remembered. Chester's brain function was about the lowest in the group as well. He watched TV- a lot, rarely talked to anyone, never even read comic books, which were popular with the rest, as were TV.cartoons-watching the Cartoon Channel was among their most popular pastimes.
They were all in hog heaven, John Killgore had noted. All the booze and fast food and warmth that they could want, and most of them were even learning to use the showers. From time to time, a few would ask what the deal was here, but their inquiries were never pressed beyond the pro-forma answer they got from the doctors and security guards.
But with Chester; they had to take action now. Killgore entered the room and called his name. Subject Four rose from his bunk and came over; clearly feeling miserable.
"Not feeling good, Chester?" Killgore asked from behind his mask.
"Stomach, can't keep stuff down, feel crummy all over," Four replied.
"Well, come along with me and we'll see what wa can do about that, okay?",.
"You say so, doc," Chester replied, augmenting= the agreement with a loud belch.
Outside the door, they put him in a wheelchair. It was only fifty yards to the clinical side of the installation. Two orderlies lifted Number Four into a bed, and restrained him into it with- Velcro ties. Then one of them took a blood sample. Ten minutes later, Killgore tested it' for Shiva antibodies, and the sample turned blue, as expected. Chester, Subject Number Four, had less than a week to live not as much as the six to twelve months to which his alcoholism had already limited him, but not really all that much of a reduction, was it? Killgore went back inside to start an IV into his arm, and to calm Chester down; he hung a morphine drip that soon had him unconscious and even smiling slightly. Good. Number Four would soon die, but he would do so in relative peace. Mare than anything else, Dr. Killgore wanted to keep the process orderly.
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.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth
Battlestar Galactica - tv miniseries - 12/08/2003, 12/09/2003
(from internet transcript)
Six: How small they are.
Mom: I know. But they grow up so fast.
Six: May I?
Mom: (smiling, but a little uncomfortable) Sure. (She picks up the baby and hands her to Number Six. The baby starts crying.)
Six: So light. So fragile. Shhhh. (She touches the baby's face.) There, there. It's okay. You're not gonna have to cry much longer.
- posted by Kerry Burgess 7:30 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 25 July 2019
