To Be Continued. Here. Later.
https://www.nbcrightnow.com/lifestyles/entertainment/trump-calls-george-clooney-a-rat-after-asking-biden-to-drop-out-of-race/video_3944f051-a6cf-5b68-aa57-b4c26b393aa0.html
07/11/2024 Trump Calls George Clooney A ‘Rat’ After Asking Biden to Drop Out of Race
IMDb
Eyes of Laura Mars (1978)
Quotes
Lulu: [recorded greeting on an answering machine] This is Lulu.
Michele: And Michele.
Lulu, Michele: We're not home, so go to hell! But if you're not a horny creep, then leave a message when you hear the beep!
https://www.yahoo.com/news/mary-trump-counters-george-clooney-070556923.html
Yahoo! News
Mary Trump Counters George Clooney With ‘Much Bigger News’ About Her Uncle
Lee Moran
Updated Thu, July 11, 2024 at 5:08 AM PDT
Mary Trump issued a scathing reminder about her uncle, former President Donald Trump, to counter what she described as the media hysteria surrounding movie star George Clooney’s call for President Joe Biden to end his 2024 campaign.
Clooney expressed his love for Biden in a New York Times opinion piece on Wednesday but urged the president to drop out of the race and for Democrats to find a new nominee. Biden has come under increasing pressure since his disastrous debate performance against presumptive GOP nominee Trump.
“While our hysterical friends in the corporate media continue to lose their minds over Joe Biden’s loss of support from the star of ‘Monuments Men,’ it should be much bigger news that Donald has lost the support of virtually every single person who served with him when he was in the Oval Office ― including the vice president [Mike Pence] his followers, whom he incited, almost murdered on January 6, 2021,” the former president’s niece wrote in the latest issue of her email newsletter, “The Good In Us.”
Mary Trump described Pence as “a shameless sycophant who polished my uncle’s boots for four years” but said his “abandoning” of Trump and “refusing to endorse him, and refusing to vote for him seems like a bigger story to me than anything George Clooney has to say.”
by me, Kerry Burgess: January 14 2020
Makes perfect sense. Mike Pence. Sitting there on the toilet taking a tinkle of his urine with a big grin on his face feeling the love of Jesus Christ standing behind him,
From 6/7/1959 ( ) To 2/14/1977 ( from Princeton Weekly Bulletin publication, Princeton University: New Book By Jaynes On Origin Of Consciousness Is Sure To Spark Controversy ) is 6462 days
6462 = 3231 + 3231
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/7/1974 ( premiere USA TV series "Valley of the Dinosaurs" ) is 3231 days
From 6/7/1959 ( ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere USA TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere "Children of the Gods" ) is 13930 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/23/2003 ( {deserter-in-chief} George W. Bush, 43rd President of USA: : Holiday Bedtime Stories ) is 13930 days
From 3/3/1901 ( the original founding of the USA National Institute of Standards and Technology ) To 6/7/1959 ( ) is 21280 days
21280 = 10640 + 10640
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 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 boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my US Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 10640 days
From 6/7/1959 ( ) To 3/7/1992 ( premiere USA TV series "The Powers That Be" ) is 11962 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) is 11962 days
From 6/7/1959 ( ) To 12/17/2020 ( premiere CBS tv adaption of Stephen King's "The Stand" ) is 22474 days
22474 = 11237 + 11237
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/8/1996 ( biographical - Nevill Francis Mott dead ) is 11237 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Pence
Mike Pence
From Wikipedia
Michael Richard Pence (born June 7, 1959) is an American politician who served as the 48th Vice President of the United States from 2017 to 2021 under President Donald Trump. A member of the Republican Party
https://www.latimes.com/socal/daily-pilot/opinion/tn-dpt-me-0301-god-squad-20140228-story.html
The God Squad: Where do dinosaurs fit into faith? [superstition]
BY RABBI MARC GELLMAN
FEB. 28, 2014 10:04 PM PT
While the Bible cannot pinpoint the proper age of the dinosaurs, no evolutionary theory can explain the origin of the human soul [superstition ; cowards terrified cowardly of mortality ; the "soul" invented by cavemen ; they were superstitious imbeciles. What's your excuse?].
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/25/2023 8:42 PM
USA congress should make it law that anyone uttering "A.I." in public should have to follow it with "squawk! A.I. squawk!"
You must be a world-class imbecile to think there is anything "artifically intelligent" about computer programs.
It's popular in mainstream-media because marketing buzzwords is all those parrots have
Today's "A.I." - SQUAWK! - is nothing more than the computer-viruses and computer-worms of software programs from 20 years ago
Just because *you* initiate a computer-app that *you* allow access to your email contacts list and then sends - unintended by *you* - "ILOVEYOU" messages to all of those contacts, that does not mean the computer program can "learn" as we humans can learn because of comprehension and perception. Machines have neither and never will, no matter how intelligent the software-programmers.
https://www.nist.gov/about-nist
About NIST
Today, NIST measurements support the smallest of technologies to the largest and most complex of human-made creations
https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/physics/1977/mott/facts/
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
excerpts, Chapter 52
(from internet transcript)
Frannie said: “You don’t really think our grandchildren are going to be superstitious natives, do you, Glen? Burning witches and spitting through their fingers for luck?”
“I can’t read the future, Fran,” Glen said, and in the lamplight his face looked old and worn—the face, perhaps, of a failed magician. “I couldn’t even properly see the effect Mother Abagail was having on the community until Stu pointed it out to me that night on Flagstaff Mountain. But I do know this: We’re all in this town because of two events. The superflu we can charge off to the stupidity of the human race. It doesn’t matter if we did it or the Russians, or the Latvians. Who emptied the beaker loses importance beside the general truth: At the end of all rationalism, the mass grave. The laws of physics, the laws of biology, the axioms of mathematics, they’re all part of the deathtrip, because we are what we are. If it hadn’t been Captain Trips, it would have been something else. The fashion was to blame it on ‘technology,’ but ‘technology’ is the trunk of the tree, not the roots. The roots are rationalism, and I would define that word so: ‘Rationalism is the idea we can ever understand anything about the state of being.’ It’s a deathtrip. It always has been. So you can charge the superflu off to rationalism if you want. But the other reason we’re here is the dreams, and the dreams are irrational. We’ve agreed not to talk about that simple fact while we’re in committee, but we’re not in committee now. So I’ll say what we all know is true: We’re here under the fiat of powers we don’t understand. For me, that means we may be beginning to accept—only subconsciously now, and with plenty of slips backward due to culture lag—a different definition of existence. The idea that we can never understand anything about the state of being. And if rationalism is a deathtrip, then ir rationalism might very well be a lifetrip… at least unless it proves otherwise.”
Speaking very slowly, Stu said: “Well, I got my superstitions. I been laughed at for it, but I got em. I know it don’t make any difference if a guy lights two cigarettes on a match or three, but two don’t make me nervous and three does. I don’t walk under ladders and I never care to see a black cat cross my path. But to live with no science… worshipping the sun, maybe… thinking monsters are rolling bowling balls across the sky when it thunders… I can’t say any of that turns me on very much, baldy. Why, it seems like a kind of slavery to me.”
“But suppose those things were true?” Glen said quietly.
“What?”
“Assume that the age of rationalism has passed. I myself am almost positive that it has. It’s come and gone before, you know; it almost left us in the 1960s, the so-called Age of Aquarius, and it took a damn near permanent vacation during the Middle Ages. And suppose… suppose that when rationalism does go, it’s as if a bright dazzle has gone for a while and we could see…” He trailed off, his eyes looking inward.
“See what?” Fran asked.
He raised his eyes to hers; they were gray and strange, seeming to glow with their own inner light.
“Dark magic,” he said softly. “A universe of marvels where water flows uphill and trolls live in the deepest woods and dragons live under the mountains. Bright wonders, white power. ‘Lazarus, come forth.’ Water into wine. And… and just maybe… the casting out of devils.”
He paused, then smiled.
“The lifetrip.”
“And the dark man?” Fran asked quietly.
Glen shrugged. “Mother Abagail calls him the Devil’s Imp. Maybe he’s just the last magician of rational thought, gathering the tools of technology against us. And maybe there’s something more, something much darker. I only know that he is, and I no longer think that sociology or psychology or any other ology will put an end to him. I think only white magic will do that… and our white magician is out there someplace, wandering and alone.” Glen’s voice nearly broke, and he looked down quickly.
Outside there was only dark, and a breeze coming down from the mountains threw a fresh spatter of rain against the glass of Stu and Fran’s living room. Glen was lighting his pipe. Stu had taken a random handful of change from his pocket and was shaking the coins up and down, then opening his hands to see how many had come up heads, how many tails. Nick was making elaborate doodles on the top sheet of his pad, and in his mind he saw the empty streets of Shoyo and heard—yes, heard—a voice whisper: He’s coming for you, mutie. He’s closer now.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 1:49 PM Pacific-timezone USA Friday 07/12/2024
