I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
If this is the first blog-post by me you're reading then you are galactically uninformed.
This Is What I Think.
Sunday, April 06, 2025
Today is 04/06/2025
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/06/2025 03:48 AM
Am I the only person in the USA to have never watched not even a single episode of your Dear Leader's "The Apprentice"?
Never have, never will.
You are WEAK WEAK WEAK WEAK !!! YOU ARE WEAK!
YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A WEAK, LITTLE GUY!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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https://www.yahoo.com/news/5-things-know-laura-loomer-193709287.html
Yahoo! News
The Hill
5 things to know about Laura Loomer and Trump’s national security purge
Colin Meyn
Fri, April 4, 2025 at 12:37 PM PDT
5 things to know about Laura Loomer and Trump’s national security purge
President Trump on Thursday confirmed a reported purge of national security agencies this week, with firings of at least a half dozen officials in both the Pentagon’s National Security Agency (NSA) and the White House’s National Security Council.
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Stephen King's The Stand
TV-series season 1 episode 1, 05/08/1994
US Army major Len Creighton: We have a rather large problem in Wyoming, sir.
US Army lieutenant-general Starkey: What large problem is that, Len?
Creighton: A news team got out of Pine Bluff with some potentially damaging videotape, sir.
Starkey: Flu victims? Body dumps?
Creighton: A little of both. And our ops, I'm told.
Starkey: Oh, well, we can't have that.
Creighton: No, sir. I know.
Starkey: Showing footage like that would not be in the national interest.
Creighton: Absolutely not, sir.
Starkey: Well, do we know where these news people - these rabble-rousers - are now?
Creighton: Yes, sir, we do.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 22
“You know who that was on the phone.”
“It was really him, then?”
“The President, yes. I’ve been relieved. The dirty alderman relieved me, Len. Of course I knew it was coming. But it still hurts. Hurts like hell. It hurts coming from that grinning, gladhanding sack of shit.”
Len Creighton nodded.
“Well,” Starkey said, passing a hand over his face. “It’s done. Can’t be undone. You’re in charge now. He wants you in Washington as soon as you can get there. He’ll have you on the carpet and he’ll chew your ass to a bloody rag, but you just stand there and yessir him and take it. We’ve salvaged what we can. It’s enough. I’m convinced it’s enough.”
“If so, this country ought to get down on its knees to you.”
“The throttle burned my hand, but I… I held it as long as I could, Len. I held it.” He spoke with quiet vehemence, but his eyes wandered back to the monitor, and for a moment his mouth quivered infirmly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Well… we go back a country mile or three, Billy, don’t we?”
“You can say that again, soldier. Now—listen. One thing is top priority. You’ve got to see Jack Cleveland, first chance you get. He knows who we’ve got behind both curtains, iron and bamboo. He knows how to get in touch with them, and he won’t stick at what has to be done. He’ll know it’ll have to be quick.”
“I don’t understand, Billy.”
“We have to assume the worst,” Starkey said, and a queer grin came over his face. It lifted his upper lip and made it wrinkle like the snout of a dog protecting a farmyard. He pointed a finger at the sheets of yellow flimsy on the table. “It’s out of control now. It’s popped up in Oregon, Nebraska, Louisiana, Florida. Tentative cases in Mexico and Chile. When we lost Atlanta, we lost the three men best equipped to deal with the problem. We’re getting exactly nowhere with Mr. Stuart ‘Prince’ Redman. Did you know they actually injected him with the Blue virus? He thought it was a sedative. He killed it, and no one has the slightest idea how. If we had six weeks, we might be able to turn the trick. But, we don’t. The flu story is the best one, but it is imperative—imperative —that the other side never sees this as an artificial situation created in America. It might give them ideas.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Apprentice_(American_TV_series)
The Apprentice (American TV series)
From Wikipedia
Whereas winners have been named "executive vice presidents", and given the title of "owner's representative", in actuality, they were employed as publicity spokespeople for the Trump Organization. Second season winner Kelly Perdew, on his first day working for Trump, was introduced by his boss to Florida developers working on a Trump-branded condo, the Trump Tower, in Tampa, Florida, where he was told that he would help promote sales of the building by appearing at promotional events.
From 12/26/1917 ( from Wikipedia: Rose Mary Woods ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere "The Plague" ) is 27892 days
27892 = 13946 + 13946
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/8/2004 ( ) is 13946 days
From 4/1/1955 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Dear Phoebe"::"Fire the Boss" ) To 6/6/1993 ( from Princeton Weekly Bulletin {05/31/1993, Page 5 - Notices} publication, Princeton University: Reception for recipients of graduate degrees ) is 13946 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/8/2004 ( ) is 13946 days
From 4/1/1955 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Dear Phoebe"::"Fire the Boss" ) To 1/8/2004 ( ) is 17814 days
17814 = 8907 + 8907
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/23/1990 ( premiere USA film "Pretty Woman" ) is 8907 days
From 9/16/1914 ( from Wikipedia: Allen Funt ) To 11/21/1952 ( Harry Truman, 33rd President of USA: Remarks at a Meeting of an Orientation Course Conducted by the CIA ) is 13946 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/8/2004 ( ) is 13946 days
From 9/9/1940 ( ) To 01/20/2017 ( IN THE FUTURE: Donald J. Trump, 45th President of USA: Inaugural Address ) is 27892 days
27892 = 13946 + 13946
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/8/2004 ( ) is 13946 days
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0760197/
IMDb
The Apprentice
S1.E1
Meet the Billionaire
Episode aired Jan 8, 2004
Donald Trump - Self
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Up_in_the_Air
by me, Kerry Burgess, August 24, 2016
The day 24 March 1990 was a Saturday.
I guess I wrote this, probably or possibly in May 2006, while under the psychiatrist dope the Seattle Veteran's Affairs had me on for all those months back then.
Or some other reason. My memory now is based on some kind of context that I think is clouding my accurate memory of the past.
Still not really sure what it means.
However, a closer examination today of the records the United States National Archives sent me three years ago accurately explains where I got that date from.
And that is consistent with what I remember writing other times.
So that would mean my first day was actually the 26th.
I might have tried to clarify that detail here somewhere in the massive volume of this blog but I cannot recall if I worked on clearing up this detail before now because I do know I caught that discrepancy a long time ago when I noted that 23 March 1990 was Friday and the 24th was Saturday and that made no sense. I'm very confident the day I drove up there to Greenville the first time and met with Dan Benbow, formerly of Broken Bow Oklahoma, was Thursday the 22rd. Friday the 23rd would have been my final day and I cannot recall the uniform I was wearing but I clearly recall driving over that overpass leaving the base in my rental car and I flung my uniform white hat out the window as I crossed over the overpass.
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The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 18
Nick pointed back toward the jail.
“They’re not going anywhere,” Soames said, “and if they’re down with it, right now they’re on the bottom of my list.”
They sat on the bench, which was painted bright green and bore an advertisement on the backrest for a local insurance company. Soames turned his face gratefully up to the warmth of the sun.
“Chills and fever,” he said. “Ever since about ten o’clock last night. Just lately it’s been the chills. Thank God there hasn’t been any diarrhea.”
“You ought to go home to bed,” Nick wrote.
“So I ought. And will. I just want to rest for a few minutes first…” His eyes slipped shut and Nick thought he had gone to sleep. He wondered if he should go on down to the truck-stop and get Billy and Mike some breakfast.
Then Dr. Soames spoke again, without opening his eyes. Nick watched his lips. “The symptoms are all very common,” he said, and began to enumerate them on his fingers until all ten were spread out in front of him like a fan. “Chills. Fever. Headache. Weakness and general debilitation. Loss of appetite. Painful urination. Swelling of the glands, progressing from minor to acute. Swelling in the armpits and in the groin. Respiratory weakness and failure.”
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 04:55 AM Pacific-timezone USA Sunday 04/06/2025