https://www.yahoo.com/news/politics/articles/stephen-king-hopes-platner-doesnt-114155920.html
Yahoo! News
Fox News
Stephen King hopes Platner doesn't drop out of Senate race following explosive sexual assault allegation
Joseph A. Wulfsohn
Tue, July 7, 2026 at 4:41 AM PDT 2 min read
Liberal author and famed Maine writer Stephen King is rallying behind embattled Democratic U.S. Senate candidate Graham Platner on Monday amid growing calls for him to drop out of the race.
The political landscape was rocked Monday after a sexual assault allegation surfaced against Platner. Jenny Racicot, one of Platner's exes, claimed to Politico he drunkenly entered her home in 2021 and raped her. Platner denied the accusations.
While Platner's future in the Maine Senate race hangs in the balance, the iconic creator of "The Shining" and "It" is hoping he doesn't throw in the towel.
WarGames (1983)
General Beringer: Oh. Beef up, huh? How about screwed up?
From 9/1/1984 ( ) To 4/14/1988 ( the minefield damage to US Navy warship USS Samuel B. Roberts FFG-58 and crew while I, Kerry Wayne Burgess, was somewhere in the area in my assignment onboard the US Navy warship USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy ) is 1321 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/15/1969 ( premiere USA TV series "Hee Haw" ) is 1321 days
From 9/1/1984 ( ) To 10/19/2003 ( ) is 6987 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/19/1984 ( at the shipyards in Bath, Maine - from my official enlisted US Navy documents: as Kerry Wayne Burgess the undesignated E-3 paygrade seafarer US Navy, I reported for permanent duty aboard USS Taylor FFG-50, US Navy, departing 02/11/1986 (for US Navy FC/A curriculum of training) as FC3 Kerry Wayne Burgess, US Navy ) is 6987 days
From 7/16/1955 ( premiere USA TV series "Commando Cody: Sky Marshal of the Universe" ) To 9/1/1984 ( ) is 10640 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/20/1994 ( an aviator 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 7/7/1960 ( the Soviet Union formally indicts Francis Gary Powers ) To 3/6/1998 ( premiere USA film "U.S. Marshals" ) is 13756 days
13756 = 6878 + 6878
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/1/1984 ( ) is 6878 days
From 9/1/1984 ( ) To 2/21/1997 ( Hubble Space Telescope repair mission - landing of the US space shuttle Discovery orbiter vehicle mission STS-82 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-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 ) is 4556 days
4556 = 2278 + 2278
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/28/1972 ( from Wikipedia: Amy Coney Barrett ) is 2278 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graham_Platner
Graham Platner
From Wikipedia
Graham Cunningham Platner (born September 1, 1984) is an American political candidate
He has drawn controversy due to his past statements on Reddit; due to a Nazi-era Totenkopf tattoo on his chest; and due to alleged misconduct in romantic relationships, including a history of sexting several women during his marriage and engaging in physically threatening and disturbing behavior towards past romantic partners. In July 2026, a former girlfriend accused Platner of raping her, which led to several Democratic elected officials and the Maine Democratic Party rescinding their endorsements and calling for him to end his campaign. Platner has denied the rape accusation and the allegations of past mistreatment of girlfriends, but is considering ending his campaign.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBEreTkQbds
Hee Haw show open
Los Angeles Times
Frigate Apparently Strikes Gulf Mine; 10 Sailors Hurt
April 15, 1988 JOHN M. BRODER Times Staff Writer
WASHINGTON A U.S. warship apparently hit a mine Thursday, injuring 10 American sailors, after it had escorted a U.S.-registered Kuwaiti tanker through the Persian Gulf, Defense Department officials said.
One Pentagon source told the Associated Press that sailors aboard the Roberts had seen "mine-like" objects in the water shortly before the explosion.
U.S. officials in the past have accused the Iranians of sowing mines in the gulf to intimidate shipping headed for Iraq, with whom Iran has been at war for eight years. Last fall, U.S. warships and helicopters seized an Iranian ship in the act of planting mines.
White House spokesman Marlin Fitzwater said the National Security Council had "routinely informed" President Reagan of Thursday's explosion, adding that the incident "emphasizes once again our concern for stopping the Iran-Iraq War."
However, U.S. officials refused to discuss possible retaliation. "It's not a declaration of war," said one Administration official who spoke on condition of anonymity. "Besides, who are you going to retaliate against?" The explosion took place as the frigate was sailing south on a routine patrol Thursday morning after completing a convoy that included the Kuwaiti tanker Gas King the night before, Howard said.
The frigate was heading toward Bahrain under auxiliary power Thursday night, escorted by the cruiser Wainwright
Britannica
Alija Izetbegovic
BOSNIAN POLITICIAN
WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
Alija Izetbegovic, Bosniac politician (born Aug. 8, 1925, Bosanski Samac, Kingdom of Serbs, Croats, and Slovenes—died Oct. 19, 2003, Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina), was a devout Muslim nationalist who was elected president of the Yugoslav republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina in December 1990; his declaration of independence in April 1992 triggered a horrifically bloody ethnic conflict between Serbs, Croats, and Muslims that lasted for more than three and a half years and left the region politically divided and economically shattered. The Dayton (Ohio) peace accords, which were signed in Paris in December 1995, allocated 51% of the disputed territory to an independent Bosnia and Herzegovina. The next year Izetbegovic was elected head of the new nation’s three-member collective presidency; he retired in 2000.
https://www.cia.gov/readingroom/docs/DOC_0000022360.pdf
https://www2.gwu.edu/~erpapers/mep/displaydoc.cfm?docid=jfk27
From 9/1/1984 ( ) To 3/7/2013 ( ) is 10414 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand" ) is 10414 days
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thursday, March 07, 2013 7:50 AM
To: 'Kerry Burgess'
Subject: RE: Vault
A safe house.
Maybe that is something about a safe house.
For a while now I have had a recurring line of thought in my mind about having a house, some kind of residence, established here in the Seattle metro. I have been trying to figure out details about that and now in the context of the suspicion I feel, in recent terms, I wonder if there is some kind of telepathic interrogation of my mind by some force trying to figure out where I had many years ago established some kind of residential property.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King, author
excerpt, Chapter 25
Vince Hogan was dead. He lay on the floor of his cell amid a clutter of melting ice and wet towels. He had clawed at his neck at the end, as if he had been resisting an invisible strangler. The tips of his fingers were bloody. Flies were lighting on him and buzzing off. His neck was as black and swollen as an inner-tube some heedless child has pumped up to the point of bursting.
“Now will you let us out?” Mike Childress asked. “He’s dead, ya fuckin mutie, are you satisfied? You feel revenged yet? Now he’s got it, too.” He pointed to Billy Warner.
Billy looked terrified. There were hectic red splotches on his neck and cheeks; the arm of his workshirt, with which he had repeatedly swiped at his nose, was stiff with snot. “That’s a lie!” he chanted hysterically. “A lie, a lie, a fuckin lie! that’s a l—” He began to sneeze suddenly, doubling over with the force of them, expelling a heavy spray of saliva and mucus.
“See?” Mike demanded. “Huh? Y’happy, ya fuckin mutie dimwit? Let me out! You can keep him if you want to, but not me. It’s murder, that’s all it is, cold-blooded murder!”
Nick shook his head, and Mike had a tantrum. He began to throw himself against the bars of his cell, bruising his face, bloodying the knuckles of both hands. He stared at Nick with bulging eyes while he banged his forehead repeatedly.
Nick waited until he got tired and then pushed the food through the slots in the bottoms of the cells with the broomhandle. Billy Warner looked at him dully for a moment, then began to eat.
Mike threw his glass of milk against the bars. It shattered and milk sprayed everywhere. He slammed his two burgers against the graffiti-covered rear wall of his cell. One of them stuck in a splat of mustard, ketchup, and relish that was grotesquely cheery, like a Jackson Pollock painting. He jumped up and down on his slice of apple pie, boogying on it. Apple chunks flew every which way. The white plastic plate splintered.
“I’m on a hunger strike!” he yelled. “Fuckin hunger strike! I won’t eat nothing! You’ll eat my dingle before I eat anything you bring me, you fuckin deaf-mute retard asshole! You’ll—”
Nick turned away and silence immediately descended. He went back out into the office, not knowing what to do, scared. If he could drive, he would take them up to Camden himself. But he couldn’t drive. And there was Vince to think about. He couldn’t just let him lie there, drawing flies.
There were two doors opening off the office. One was a coat closet. The other led down a flight of stairs. Nick went down and saw it was a combination cellar and storage room. It was cool down there. It would do, at least for a while.
He went back upstairs. Mike was sitting on the floor, morosely picking up squashed apple slices, brushing them off and eating them. He didn’t look up at Nick.
Nick gathered the body up in his arms and tried to lift it. The sick smell coming off the corpse was making his stomach do cartwheels and handstands. Vince was too heavy for him. He looked at the body helplessly for a moment, and became aware that both of the others were now standing at their cell doors, watching with a dreadful fascination. Nick could guess what they were thinking. Vince had been one of them, a whiny gasbag, maybe, but someone they hung with, just the same. He had died like a rat in a trap with some horrible swelling sickness they didn’t understand. Nick wondered, not for the first time that day, when he would start to sneeze and run a fever and develop those peculiar swellings on his neck.
He laid hold of Vince Hogan’s meaty forearms and dragged him out of the cell. Vince’s head leaned toward him because of the weight on his shoulders, and he seemed to be looking at Nick, wordlessly telling him to be careful, not to joggle him too much.
It took ten minutes to get the big man’s remains down the steep stairs. Panting, Nick laid him on the concrete under the fluorescents, and then covered him quickly with a frayed army blanket from the cot in his cell.
He tried to sleep then, but sleep only came in the early hours of the morning after June twenty-third had become the twenty-fourth, yesterday. His dreams had always been very vivid, and sometimes he was afraid of them. He rarely had out-and-out nightmares, but more and more often lately they were ominous, giving him the feeling that no one in them was exactly as they seemed, and that the normal world had skewed into a place where babies were sacrificed behind closed blinds and stupendous black machines roared on and on in locked basements.
And, of course, there was the very personal terror—that he would wake up with it himself.
He did sleep a little, and the dream that came was one he had had before recently: the cornfield, the smell of warm growing things, the feel that something—or someone—very good and safe was close. A sense of home. And that began to fade into cold terror as he became aware that something was in the corn, watching him.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 12:56 PM Pacific-timezone USA Tuesday 07/07/2026
