"90 deals in the first 90 days"
That douchebag crybaby-in-chief Donald J. Trump CANNOT even get a trade-deal with *Britain*. That's just how that guy is so lousy.
His wealth is *only* because his scumbag daddy, Fred Trump, was a war-profiteer. That's where all of Donald Trump's loot comes from, assuming it's not just funny-money, from cooked-books of accounting. He certainly seems fond of embellishment, certainly from his life of knowing he would always be a weak, little guy.
I suspect he is installed simply because he is so crooked - and incompetent - that THEY are using him a the scapegoat for whatever nefarious plans THEY are cooking.
You can call me "paranoid" but *you* do not have what I have: a code-pattern
Is it not just a matter of time before SOMEONE does something like that?
There must be a reason I got stuck with this detail.
Should be completely obvious that this campaign of mine was planned to coincide with the VA hospital. And that is baffling to me because none of this existed in my mind before May 10, 2006. That was the day it started. In 2008, I began mentioning Flight 232 in 1989. I never said anything about that to the psychiatrist's or any person. Soon, I shall create a "backstory" post here about that detail.
Meanwhile, that douchebag Donald Trump is raging about "Taco Bell" for some reason unknown to me.
https://www.yahoo.com/news/elon-musk-rails-against-unelected-232243890.html
Yahoo! News
The Telegraph
Musk lashes out at ‘unelected’ officials in Oval Office – while son X picks his nose
Connor Stringer
Tue, February 11, 2025 at 3:22 PM PST
Elon Musk railed against “unelected” officials as he was grilled by the press for the first time since becoming the US government’s efficiency tsar.
Donald Trump hauled the tech billionaire in front of journalists in the Oval Office to fend off questions about his newly formed Department of Government Efficiency (Doge).
But attention was drawn away from Mr Musk by his son
From 11/9/1954 ( {Superstition-bunker-in-chief} Dwight Eisenhower, 34th President of USA federal government 1953-1961: Remarks to the First National Conference on the Spiritual [ Superstition ] Foundations [ untrue ] of American Democracy ) To 2/11/2025 ( Tuesday ) is 25662 days
25662 = 12831 + 12831
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/19/2000 ( premiere USA film "O Brother, Where Art Thou" ) is 12831 days
From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 2/11/2025 ( ) is 9689 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/13/1992 ( the Intelsat 6 successful rescue during US space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-49 pilot astronaut and my 1st official United States of America National Aeronautics and Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 9689 days
From 12/17/2020 ( premiere CBS adaption of Stephen King's "The Stand" ) To 2/11/2025 ( ) is 1517 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/28/1969 ( Linus Torvalds ) is 1517 days
https://www.cbsnews.com/video/trump-musk-take-questions-white-house/
CBS News
Trump, Musk take questions at White House
President Trump and Elon Musk took questions at the White House on Tuesday after Mr. Trump signed an executive order telling federal agencies to cooperate with the Department of Government Efficiency, or DOGE. CBS News chief Washington correspondent Major Garrett joins with analysis.
Feb 11, 2025
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 3
“But it ain’t cholera. And don’t you go scarin people sayin it is. There’ll be an autopsy and you can read about it in the paper.”
Miserable little pissant, Norm thought, slowly dressing himself in yesterday’s clothes. His headache was turning into a real blinder. Those kids had better be quiet or they were going to have a pair of broken arms to mouth off about. Why the hell couldn’t they have school the whole year round?
He considered tucking his shirt into his pants, decided the President probably wouldn’t be stopping by that day, and shuffled out into the kitchen in his sock feet. The bright sunlight coming in the east windows made him squint.
The cracked Philco radio over the stove sang:
But bay-yay-yaby you can tell me if anyone can,
Baby, can you dig your man?
He’s a righteous man,
Tell me baby, can you dig your man?
Things had come to a pretty pass when they had to play nigger rock and roll music like that on the local country music station. Norm turned it off before it could split his head. There was a note by the radio and he picked it up, narrowing his eyes to read it.
Dear Norm,
Sally Hodges says she needs somebody to sit her kids this morning and says shell give me a dolar. Ill be back for luntch. Theres sassage if you want it. I love you honey.
Lila.
Norm put the note back and just stood there for a moment, thinking it over and trying to get the sense of it in his mind. It was goddam hard to think past the headache. Babysitting… a dollar. For Ralph Hodges’s wife.
The three elements slowly came together in his mind. Lila had gone off to sit Sally Hodges’s three kids to earn a lousy dollar and had stuck him with Luke and Bobby. By God it was hard times when a man had to sit home and wipe his kids’ noses so his wife could go and scratch out a lousy buck that wouldn’t even buy them a gallon of gas. That was hard fucking times.
Dull anger came to him, making his head ache even worse. He shuffled slowly to the Frigidaire, bought when he had been making good overtime, and opened it. Most of the shelves were empty, except for leftovers Lila had put up in refrigerator dishes. He hated those little plastic Tupperware dishes. Old beans, old corn, a leftover dab of chili… nothing a man liked to eat. Nothing in there but little Tupperware dishes and three little old sausages done up in Handi-Wrap. He bent, looking at them, the familiar helpless anger now compounded by the dull throb in his head. Those sausages looked like somebody had cut the cocks off’n three of those pygmies they had down in Africa or South America or wherever the fuck it was they had them. He didn’t feel like eating anyway. He felt damn sick, when you got right down to it.
He went over to the stove, scratched a match on the piece of sandpaper nailed to the wall beside it, lit the front gas ring, and put on the coffee. Then he sat down and waited dully for it to boil. Just before it did, he had to scramble his snotrag out of his back pocket to catch a big wet sneeze. Coming down with a cold, he thought. Isn’t that something nice on top of everything else? But it never occurred to him to think of the phlegm that had been running out of that fellow Campion’s pump the night before.
IMDb
O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)
Quotes
Ulysses Everett McGill: The treasure is still there boys, believe me.
Delmar O'Donnell: But how'd he know about the treasure?
Ulysses Everett McGill: I don't know Delmar. The blind are reputed to possess sensitivities compensating for their lack of sight, even to the point of developing paranormal psychic powers. Now, clearly seeing into the future would fall into neatly into that category; its not so surprising then that an organism deprived of its earthly vision...
Pete: He said we wouldn't get get it. He said we wouldn't get the treasure we seek on account of our ob-stac-les.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well what the hell does he know, he's just an ignorant old man?
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 3:52 PM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 06/05/2025
