https://twitter.com/judah47/status/1487806010446262283
Judah Cohen
@judah47
Strong signal from the GFS and Canadian ensembles for #snow from #Texas to the Great Lakes combined with #cold temperatures. If only someone had written a paper about extreme #winter weather in Texas in the month of February?
7:12 AM Jan 30, 2022
Strong signal from the GFS and Canadian ensembles for #snow from #Texas to the Great Lakes combined with #cold temperatures. If only someone had written a paper about extreme #winter weather in Texas in the month of February? pic.twitter.com/awzHEjfINO
— Judah Cohen (@judah47) January 30, 2022
Pilot Movie 1: The Six Million Dollar Man
07 March 1973
Oliver Spencer: We are not, however, an artillery outfit.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: February 17, 2021
With Clancy's "Rainbow Six", I have decided that the world as we know it is over.
Someday, a great truth will be revealed
And all the ineffective little guys will be blaming someone else for not publicly revealing what was already known to be a great public hazard.
But that's just my personal guess, after almost 20 years, day after day after day after day, just trying to understand.
They're powerless little guys
Women know they are ineffective and they know that women know
So, they need someone else to blame
Many will vent their personal frustrations over their ineffectiveness by blaming the government.
People without power are always looking for someone *else* to blame
They are desperate to blame someone *else* for their personal frustrations and their lack of effectiveness.
Is what draws most weirdos into politics
Or into groups that vandalize the Capitol
The Stand - complete edition
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 21
Stu Redman was frightened.
He looked out the barred window of his new room in Stovington, Vermont, and what he saw was a small town far below, miniature gas station signs, some sort of mill, a main street, a river, the turnpike, and beyond the turnpike the granite backbone of far western New England—the Green Mountains.
He was frightened because this was more like a jail cell than a hospital room. He was frightened because Denninger was gone. He hadn’t seen Denninger since the whole crazy three-ring circus moved from Atlanta to here. Deitz was gone, too. Stu thought that maybe Denninger and Deitz were sick, perhaps dead already.
Somebody had slipped. Either that, or the disease that Charles D. Campion had brought to Arnette was a lot more communicable than anyone had guessed. Either way, the integrity of the Atlanta Plague Center had been breached, and Stu thought that everyone who had been there was now getting a chance to do a little firsthand research on the virus they called A-Prime or the superflu.
They still did tests on him here, but they seemed desultory. The schedule had become slipshod. Results were scrawled down and he had a suspicion that someone looked at them cursorily, shook his head, and dumped them in the nearest shredder.
That wasn’t the worst, though. The worst was the guns. The nurses who came in to take blood or spit or urine were now always accompanied by a soldier in a white-suit, and the soldier had a gun in a plastic Baggie. The Baggie was fastened over the wrist of the soldier’s right gauntlet. The gun was an army-issue .45, and Stu had no doubt that, if he tried any of the games he had tried with Deitz, the .45 would tear the end of the Baggie into smoking, burning shreds and Stu Redman would become a Golden Oldie.
If they were just going through the motions now, then he had become expendable. Being under detention was bad. Being under detention and being expendable… that was very bad.
He watched the six o’clock news very carefully every night now. The men who had attempted the coup in India had been branded “outside agitators” and shot. The police were still looking for the person or persons who had blown a power station in Laramie, Wyoming, yesterday. The Supreme Court had decided 6–3 that known homosexuals could not be fired from civil service jobs. And for the first time, there had been a whisper of other things.
AEC officials in Miller County, Arkansas, had denied there was any chance of a reactor meltdown. The atomic power plant in the small town of Fouke, about thirty miles from the Texas border, had been plagued with minor circuitry problems in the equipment that controlled the pile’s cooling cycle, but there was no cause for alarm. The army units in that area were merely a precautionary measure. Stu wondered what precautions the army could take if the Fouke reactor did indeed go China Syndrome. He thought the army might be in southwestern Arkansas for other reasons altogether. Fouke wasn’t all that far from Arnette.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: February 17, 2021
Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 33
Give up air-conditioning to save penguins from too much ultraviolet radiation? What was this rubbish?
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=41358
The American Presidency Project
Ronald Reagan
XL President of the United States: 1981 - 1989
Address at Commencement Exercises at Seton Hall University in South Orange, New Jersey
May 21, 1983
Ronald Reagan: And I was fortunate. A man who had survived the Great Depression until then, and was doing well out in the business world, gave me some advice. He said, "Look, I could tell you that maybe I could speak to someone and they might give you a job. But," he said, "they'd only do it because of me." And then he said, "They wouldn't have a particular interest in you." He said, "May I tell you that even in the depths of this depression," and so I will say to you even in the depths of this recession, there are people out there who know that the future is going to depend on taking young people into whatever their undertaking is and starting them out so that—whether it's business, industry, or whatever it might be—it will continue on.
"Now," he said, "a salesman has to knock on a lot of doors before he makes a sale. So," he said, "if you will make up your mind what line of work you want to be in, what industry, what business, whatever it is, profession or other," he said, "and then start knocking on doors, eventually you'll come to one of those men or women who feels that way. And all you have to do-don't ask for the particular job you want; tell them you'll take any job in that industry or that business, whatever it may be, because you believe in it and its future and you'll take your chances on progressing from there."
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=39932
The American Presidency Project
Ronald Reagan
XL President of the United States: 1981 - 1989
Proclamation 5194—Missing Children Day, 1984
May 15, 1984
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Each year hundreds of thousands of American families face the stark terror of a unique tragedy—that of a missing child. Our children are our most precious resource—they are the bond that binds our past with the future. It is for them that we struggle to build a better world. They are the embodiment of our hopes and dreams. To have a child simply disappear strikes an incalculable blow against the spirit and soul of any family so afflicted.
In our efforts to address the nightmare of missing children, 1984 marks the year of a significant step forward. The Department of Justice has awarded a $3.3 million grant to establish a National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. Its purpose is to aid parents and law enforcement agencies in locating missing youngsters and preventing the exploitation of children. By collecting and disseminating information regarding missing young people, the Center will lend major support to those searching for their children.
As a Nation committed to the worth of every individual, there can be no more imperative goal for our society than the protection and safety of our young people. It is hoped that these new efforts combined with the increasing awareness of the seriousness of this problem will encourage greater vigilance by the agencies that work to solve this singular type of crime.
As a Nation and as individuals, we all have a responsibility to direct our resources and our efforts to this worthy goal.
Now, Therefore, I, Ronald Reagan, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim May 25, 1984, as Missing Children Day. I urge officials at all levels of government to take decisive action to ensure the safety and protection of the children in their respective jurisdictions, and I urge all our law enforcement agencies to take particular notice of the danger that threatens any child who has lost his or her home. I urge every American family to take the proper precautions to protect their children.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this 15th day of May, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and eightyfour, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and eighth.
RONALD REAGAN
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: February 14, 2021
I still haven't found evidence of where the US Navy recruiting office was in Texarkana in 1983 and 1984.
Can't shake the feeling it was the building Chad Trammell established his law-office, or the building next to it. Google Maps indicates there are US Army recruiters there
I can still recall driving there in my pickup truck back in 1984 during my 12th grade year
I originally signed-up and took the oath just a few days after finishing the 11th grade.
Graduated from Ashdown and was in basic-training USN three days later.
I had never driven around that area of Texarkana before the US Navy recruiters.
My application was conducted in Shreveport but the recruiters were in Texarkana
And I feel certain that office was on State Line Avenue
I can still recall parking my truck at their office one day
Pilot Movie 1: "The Six Million Dollar Man"::"The Moon and the Desert"
03/07/1973
00:01:32
General: If Austin isn't here in two minutes, I'm gonna pull the plug. Where does he come off keeping us all waiting?
General's aide: General.
General: What's going on here? Where does he think he is?
00:02:24
Colonel Steve Austin: General.
General: Mr. Austin.
Colonel Steve Austin: Yes, sir?
General: Have you any idea what time it is?
Colonel Steve Austin: [ squints up at the Sun ] About five to seven?
Dr. Rudy Wells: Excuse me, General. Hey, Steve. You got a positive genius for antagonizing the wrong people.
Colonel Steve Austin: I know. It's the story of my life.
The Stand - complete edition
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 1
Hapscomb’s Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston. Tonight the regulars were there, sitting by the cash register, drinking beer, talking idly, watching the bugs fly into the big lighted sign.
It was Bill Hapscomb’s station, so the others deferred to him even though he was a pure fool. They would have expected the same deferral if they had been gathered together in one of their business establishments. Except they had none. In Arnette, it was hard times. In 1980 the town had had two industries, a factory that made paper products (for picnics and barbecues, mostly) and a plant that made electronic calculators. Now the paper factory was shut down and the calculator plant was ailing—they could make them a lot cheaper in Taiwan, it turned out, just like those portable TVs and transistor radios.
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, excerpt from my private journal: 03/09/08 12:13 AM
Another series of thoughts I was having was about staying at Phoebe's house for Christmas, possibly in 1979. I was thinking that I demonstrated my piano skills to her family and they were impressed. I was also playing the violin.
Pilot Movie 1: The Six Million Dollar Man
07 March 1973
Steve Austin: Look, I will not work for the OSO, period!
Oliver Spencer: Why? Why? Because you had an experience this afternoon that made you feel a little like, oh, some kind of a Frankenstein monster, eh? And now you hold the OSO responsible for those feelings simply because we gave you those two legs and that arm and that eye to see out of? That what you're talking about, eh? That's what you're feeling? Well, let's cut through this nonsense. We're pressed for time. If the OSO were an artillery outfit we would very simply pick up the telephone and call a foundry and have a cannon designed and built for us. We are not, however, an artillery outfit. We do need a different kind of weapon. A weapon that is potentially far more destructive than a cannon. It must be mobile and self-propelled in the field, under any circumstances over any terrain. It must be able to reprogram itself in the field on the basis of new information and altered circumstances. It must have superior strength, stability, and utter dependability. Now those were our specifications.
Steve Austin: And I'm the result.
Oliver Spencer: You are the result.
Steve Austin: One robot.
Oliver Spencer: No, actually, we would've preferred a robot. A robot doesn't have emotional needs and responses. You do. We have you because you are the optimum compromise in the present state of technology, Mr. Austin. A cybernetic organism. Part machine, part human being. The cyborg. Yes, we've had to settle for that.
Steve Austin: [ with his natural left-hand violently back-hand slaps the crap out of Oliver Spencer ]
Oliver Spencer: Mr. Austin. We didn't order you into the lifting body you were testing. We didn't order it crashed. We merely picked up the pieces and unlike Humpty Dumpty put you back together again. In some ways I think even better than before.
Steve Austin: If only these feelings of mine wouldn't keep getting in the way, right?
Oliver Spencer: Yeah, something like that.
Steve Austin: You know, you're more of a robot than I am.
The Stand - complete edition
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
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.”
Smoke was no longer billowing from the stacks of the textile mill. The gaudy stripes and eddies of dye in the river had dissipated and the water ran clear and clean again. Most of the cars, glittering and toylike from this distance, had left the mill’s parking lot and hadn’t come back. By yesterday, the twenty-sixth, there had been only a few cars still moving on the turnpike, and those few had to weave between the stalls like skiers in a slalom race. No wreckers had come to remove the abandoned vehicles.
The downtown area was spread out below him like a relief map, and it seemed totally deserted. The town clock, which had chimed off the hours of his imprisonment here, had not tolled since nine this morning, when the little tune that preceded the striking had sounded draggy and weird, like a tune played underwater by a drowned music box. There had been a fire at what looked like a roadside café or maybe a general store just outside of town. It had burned merry hell all this afternoon, black smoke etched against the blue sky, but no fire engines had come to put it out. If the building hadn’t been set in the middle of an asphalt parking lot, Stu supposed that half the town might have gone up. Tonight the ruins were still smoldering in spite of an afternoon spat of rain.
Stu supposed that Elder’s final orders were to kill him - why not? He would only be one more corpse, and he knew their little secret. They had been unable to find a cure or to discover how his bodily makeup varied from all those who had succumbed. The thought that there would be precious few left he could tell their secret to had probably never even entered their computations. He was a loose thread held hostage by a bunch of tight assholes.
Stu was sure that a hero in a television program or a novel could have thought of a way to escape, hell, even some people in real life, but he wasn’t one of them. In the end he had decided with a certain panicky resignation that the only thing to do would be to wait for Elder and just try to be ready.
From 3/7/1973 ( premiere US TV series pilot "The Six Million Dollar Man"::"The Moon and the Desert" ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 17514 days
17514 = 8757 + 8757
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/24/1989 ( Stephen King "The Stand" complete edition ) is 8757 days
From 11/1/1963 ( premiere US TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"Living Doll" & the Arecibo Observatory opens ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 20928 days
20928 = 10464 + 10464
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/27/1994 ( the US NASA Stargazer Pegasus rocket failure ) is 10464 days
From 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 ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 8762 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/29/1989 ( premiere US TV movie "The Final Days" ) is 8762 days
From 12/20/1994 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in non-aviator related duties 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 ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 9556 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/1/1992 ( Grace Hopper dead ) is 9556 days
From 12/15/1977 ( premiere US TV series episode "Barney Miller"::"Atomic Bomb" ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 15770 days
15770 = 7885 + 7885
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/5/1987 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, my official enlisted United States Navy documents includes: Earned NEC 1189 - Based on graduation from the Terrier Mk 152 Guided-missiles Fire Control Computer Complex course - Naval Guided Missiles School, Dam Neck, Virginia Beach, Virginia, United States Navy - leading to permanent assignment until 1990 to CF-division, Missile Plot - guided-missiles Fire Control Computer Complex (UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance), USS Wainwright CG-28, United States Navy, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Petty Officer Second Class Fire Controlman (FC2) ) is 7885 days
From 2/28/1963 ( premiere US TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"Printer's Devil" ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 21174 days
21174 = 10587 + 10587
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/28/1994 ( premiere US film "Stargate" ) is 10587 days
From 12/25/1991 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: 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 2/17/2021 ( ) is 10647 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/27/1994 ( premiere US TV series episode "Nova"::"In Search of the First Language" ) is 10647 days
From 3/9/2008 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, previously referenced excerpt from my private journal ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 4728 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/13/1978 ( first launch of the USA NASA and NOAA TIROS-N series satellite ) is 4728 days
From 5/21/1983 ( as Kerry Burgess my official United States Navy documents includes: "I accept him for enlistment on behalf of the United States Navy" and the US Navy Advanced Electronic Field occupation for enlisted beginning active-duty United States Navy on 05/15/1984 as scheduled from 1983 ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 13787 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/2/2003 ( premiere US TV series "1-800-Missing" ) is 13787 days
From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 8234 days
8234 = 4117 + 4117
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/9/1977 ( premiere US TV series "The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams" ) is 4117 days
From 2/17/1938 ( from Wikipedia on the global-internetwork: John Logie Baird demonstrated a prototype colour television in London ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 30316 days
30316 = 15158 + 15158
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/4/2007 ( premiere US TV series episode "Stargate SG-1"::"The Shroud" ) is 15158 days
From 4/6/1950 ( from Wikipedia: American heart surgeon Dr. Charles P. Bailey made the first successful human test of an instrument to dilate the aortic valve ) To 7/22/2005 ( as Kerry Burgess from my official records United States Veterans Affairs hospital in Seattle: "Mr. Burgess checked into Urgent Care this AM complaining of constipation" - Psychiatry Emergency Services ) is 20196 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/17/2021 ( ) is 20196 days
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7:38 AM Feb 17, 2021
album: "We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank" (2007)
March Into The Sea
Dashboard
Fire It Up
Florida
Parting Of The Sensory
Missed The Boat
We've Got Everything
Fly Trapped In A Jar
Education
Little Motel
Steam Engenius
Spitting Venom
People As Places As People
Invisible
MODEST MOUSE
"Fly Trapped In A Jar"
(from internet transcript)
Of part and parcel,
So well we're already dead,
Well it's probably been said,
That it's always been said,
That,
One wing isn't even enough,
It isn't even enough,
It isn't even enough,
It isn't even enough,
To leave,
One wing isn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
To leave,
(HAHAHA HAAA HAAA HA)
I'm gonna' shake myself right out the door,
I'm gonna' take myself when it's finally over,
I'm gonna' let my own bad self take over,
I'm gonna' move my arm out with my shoulder,
And
One wing wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
To leave,
One wing wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
To leave,
One wing wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
It wasn't even enough,
To leave,
First off Gary was on trial and drunk before we left bed,
As things got better was it hard to say that he had no idea,
Well I hadn't noticed but the people really noticed that they really didn't want us around,
So we all just opened up our mouths and walked to this town,
Well I was walking just a little bit sideways and you were walking sideways too,
Well I hadn't learned when a front door can be used,
Here it goes now...
We had darkened doors so we didn't read what the sign read
Though simple enough it was to me really tough the ground needs to be fed,
Well I hadn't noticed but the people really noticed that they didn't really want us around,
So not a single one of us will ever leave town,
Here we go sir...
Our bodies were laid out,
They were laid for fifteen yards,
Well two feet above each of our heads was a fly trapped in a jar,
Well I hadn't noticed but the people really noticed that they really didn't want us around,
So every single one of us fed the ground,
HERE WE GO NOW...
One wing wasn't even uhh,
One wing wasn't even enough,
Oh pardon pardon,
So well it's already been said,
That it's always been said that
We're already dead
Della Street: What kind of problem could Burgess have that made him give his attorney a cash retainer?
MeTV, On Now 09:00 AM 05/04/2020
Perry Mason
THE CASE OF THE AVENGING ANGEL
Mason acts as a middleman between an investor and music industry big shot Clete Hawley, who has been hired to turn Sandy Chester into a star. It is no secret that Hawley is brilliant but cruel, and when he ends up murdered his newest star-in-training, Chester, is charged.
http://www.tv.com/shows/perry-mason/the-case-of-the-avenging-angel-79634/
Perry Mason
Season 9 Episode 22
The Case of the Avenging Angel
Aired Mar 13, 1966 on CBS
Perry must defend a goofy, untalented British kid whom someone thinks has the talent to be a pop singer but clearly doesn't. Then someone bumps off a shady promoter and the would-be pop idol gets blamed.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0673184/
IMDb
Perry Mason (1957–1966)
The Case of the Avenging Angel
Episode aired 13 March 1966
Season 9 Episode 22
Cast
Raymond Burr ... Perry Mason
Space: Above And Beyond
"The Angriest Angel"
11 February 1996
TV-series episode 15 season 1
US Navy Commander - Chaplain: Colonel. Colonel. Colonel McQueen. Perhaps you should make peace with your maker. [ superstition, in context ]
US Marine Corps lieutenant colonel T.C. McQueen: My maker was some geek in a lab coat with an eyedropper and a petri dish. What do I need to make peace with him for?
From 9/10/1948 ( Thedia Newman {circa 1965:} Burgess - the surrogate mother of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) is 8660 days
From 5/25/1995 ( the first Boeing Comanche helicopter prototype unveiled ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 262 days
262 = 131 + 131
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/13/1966 ( premiere US TV series episode "Perry Mason"::"The Case of the Avenging Angel" ) is 131 days
From 7/9/1954 ( premiere US film "Apache" ) To 10/17/1984 ( Ronald Reagan, 40th President of USA: Remarks at a White House Ceremony Launching the Young Astronaut Program ) is 11058 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 11058 days
From 9/12/1945 ( Harry Truman, 33rd President of USA: Executive Order 9612 - Amending Executive Order 8902 Prescribing Regulations Pertaining to the Entry of Coffee Into the United States from Countries Signatories of the Inter-american Coffee Agreement ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 18414 days
18414 = 9207 + 9207
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/17/1991 ( the start of Desert Storm and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: 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 ) is 9207 days
From 10/11/1962 ( premiere US TV series "McHale's Navy" ) To 1/19/1993 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in Asheville North Carolina as United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess I was seriously wounded by gunfire when I returned fatal gunfire to a fugitive from United States federal justice in another attempt to kill me the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) is 11058 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 11058 days
From 5/21/1969 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the Princeton University doctor of medicine degree graduation of my biological brother Dr Thomas Reagan MD ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 9762 days
9762 = 4881 + 4881
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/15/1979 ( Richard Nixon, 37th President of USA: Executive Order 12125 - Competitive Status for Handicapped Federal Employees ) is 4881 days
http://www.tv.com/shows/space-above-and-beyond/the-angriest-angel-2-72604/
Space: Above and Beyond
Season 1 Episode 16
The Angriest Angel (2)
Aired Feb 11, 1996 on FOX
AIRED: 2/11/96
US Navy Commander - Chaplain: At these times we should all make peace with our maker.
US Marine Corps lieutenant colonel T.C. McQueen: With all due respect, Chaplain, I don't think our maker wants to hear from me right now because he knows I'm going to go out in that sky in this plane and remove one of his creations from his universe. And when I return, I going to drink a bottle of scotch as if it was Chiggie von Richthofen's blood and celebrate his death.
US Navy Commander - Chaplain: Amen.
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/231840/Geronimo
Encyclopædia Britannica
Geronimo
Geronimo, Indian name Goyathlay (“One Who Yawns”) (born June 1829, No-Doyohn Canyon, Mex.—died Feb. 17, 1909, Fort Sill, Okla., U.S.), Bedonkohe Apache leader of the Chiricahua Apache, who led his people’s defense of their homeland against the military might of the United States.
- posted by me, Kerry Burgess 7:34 PM Pacific-time USA Sunday 01/30/2022
