by me, Kerry Burgess, 07/14/2026 6:46 PM
Random selection from headlines from a source I follow and on a topic I rarely review and what it causes me to think
https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/celebrity/articles/king-charles-revoked-prince-harry-231121240.html
Yahoo! News
In Touch Weekly
King Charles Revoked Prince Harry’s Palace Invite Over Concerns for Royal Staff Who Felt ‘Betrayed’
Olivia Bellusci
Tue, July 14, 2026 at 4:11 PM PDT 2 min read
Buckingham Palace had a different version of events. The palace said Harry declined the offer on Saturday, July 4, then changed his mind that day
IMDb
Oblivion (2013)
Quotes
Malcolm Beech: [explaining the history of the war to Jack] I'd been in the army less than a year when that unholy Tet arrived. Saw the moon get taken out. Right up there in the night sky. I couldn't believe it. After that, nature took over. There's bedrock around Chicago, so we were spared the worst of the waves and the quakes. Most people just starved. Then the Tet sent troop ships down. The doors opened, and out you came. Astronaut Jack Harper. Thousands of you. Memory wiped. Programmed to kill. They had taken one of our best and turned him against us. No soul.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/23/2025 9:22 PM
Ah, yes.
"Stole their soul"
Brilliant.
A good story demonstrating real-world impact of their blithering ignorance of the superstitions of religion
Too cowardly to cope with reality, those religion people think their Imaginary Friend gives them wings to flap up to the clouds when you die.
Those peddlers of superstition bunk know you are too cowardly to cope with reality so they indoctrinate into believing a demon is going to poke you in the butt with a pitchfork after you die.
Morons.
From 4/18/1947 ( discovery of the Australopithecus africanus skull in Africa ) To 7/4/2026 ( ) is 28932 days
28932 = 14466 + 14466
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/11/2005 ( for me personally as Kerry Burgess: Downtown Emergency Service Center - Seattle homeless shelter ) is 14466 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australopithecus_africanus
Australopithecus africanus
From Wikipedia
Australopithecus africanus is an extinct species of australopithecine which lived between about 3.3 and 2.1 million years ago in the Late Pliocene to Early Pleistocene of South Africa. The species has been recovered from Taung, Sterkfontein, Makapansgat, and Gladysvale. The first specimen, the Taung child, was described by anatomist Raymond Dart in 1924, and was the first early hominin found. However, its closer relations to humans than to other apes would not become widely accepted until the middle of the century because most had believed humans evolved outside of Africa.
From 6/21/1969 ( premiere United Kingdom TV "Royal Family" ) To 7/4/2026 ( ) is 20832 days
20832 = 10414 + 10418
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 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/12/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries finale "The Stand" ) is 10418 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/16/1978 ( Spokane's The Spokesman-Review reports national-news: Writer on cloning attacks his critics ) is 4517 days
9034 = 4517 + 4517
From 10/9/2001 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Nova"::"18 Ways to Make a Baby" ) To 7/4/2026 ( ) is 9034 days
From 2/8/1960 ( Britain's Queen Elizabeth announced that her future descendants would bear her husband's name as well as her own creating the surname Mountbatten-Windsor - for me after 05/10/2006: Britain's Queen Elizabeth II and Philip are my biological genetic, paternal grandparents ) To 10/9/2020 ( ) is 22159 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/4/2026 ( ) is 22159 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted on the internet by me: 12:10 PM October 09, 2020 Astro_Spook @Kerry_W_Burgess
The comparison seems silly on its face but lately I've been thinking of my occupation in the US Navy and the unassociated role of a certified medical doctor physician
The comparison is silly, for one reason, because of the difference in the amount of training
And then I try to muddle through the comparison in my mind of the human-body and a Univac computer system, a system used by many commercial, civilian organizations
The system was definitely complicated. Really, more complicated than we appreciated
Training was more about giving us confidence to *try* to resolve a problem
With no confidence, there's no effort
So, training didn't always prepare for real world
But in real world, if we failed then MOST CERTAINLY people would live or die
The thing about medicine is that large-scale, COMPETENT treatment has been around only in relatively recent times
The thing is, the human body has been around for, what, over a hundred thousand years
Even the Neanderthals probably tried to practice medicine, including their superstition that you dim-wit dullards practice through today
So, the human body has been around for a long time and millions of humans were quite incompetent at healing
That computer system was well-established but was still really unknown to the people charged with maintaining it
As with your monkey-men predecessors, many people are too ignorant to grasp just how ignorant you are
There is too much focus on the familiar and not enough on the unfamiliar
Problems that are familiar are easy to solve, because of training
But there are the areas of the unfamiliar that are ignored
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
excerpt, Chapter 37
“Well, it’s just a dream, I suppose,” Bateman said. He stood up, wincing as his knees popped. “If I were being psychoanalyzed, I suppose the shrink would say the dream expresses my unconscious fear of some leader or leaders who will start the whole thing going again. Maybe a fear of technology in general. Because I do believe that all the new societies which arise, at least in the Western world, will have technology as their cornerstone. It’s a pity, and it needn’t be, but it will be, because we are hooked. They won’t remember—or won’t choose to remember—the corner we had painted ourselves into. The dirty rivers, the hole in the ozone layer, the atomic bomb, the atmospheric pollution. All they’ll remember is that once upon a time they could keep warm at night without expending much effort to do it. I’m a Luddite on top of my other failings, you see. But this dream… it preys on me, Stu.”
Stu said nothing.
“Well, I want to get back,” Bateman said briskly. “I’m halfway drunk already, and I believe there will be thundershowers this afternoon.” He walked to the back of the clearing and rummaged there. A few moments later he came back with a wheelbarrow. He screwed the piano stool down to its lowest elevation, put it in, added his palette, the picnic cooler, and balanced precariously on top of everything else, his mediocre painting.
“You wheeled that all the way out here?” Stu asked.
“I wheeled it until I saw something I wanted to paint. I go different ways on different days. It’s good exercise. If you’re going east, why don’t you come back to Woodsville and spend the night at my house? We can take turns wheeling the barrow, and I’ve got yet another six-pack of beer cooling in yonder stream. That ought to get us home in style.”
“I accept,” Stu said.
“Good man. I’ll probably talk all the way home. You are in the arms of the Garrulous Professor, East Texas. When I bore you, just tell me to shut up. I won’t be offended.”
“I like to listen,” Stu said.
“Then you are one of God’s chosen. Let’s go.”
So they walked on down 302, one of them wheeling the barrow while the other drank a beer. No matter which was which, Bateman talked, an endless monologue that jumped from topic to topic with hardly a pause. Kojak bounced alongside. Stu would listen for a while, then his thoughts would trail off for a while, following their own tangents, and then his mind would come back. He was disquieted by Bateman’s picture of a hundred little enclaves of people, some of them militaristic, living in a country where thousands of doomsday weapons had been left around like a child’s set of blocks. But oddly, the thing his mind kept returning to was Glen Bateman’s dream, the man with no face on top of the high building—or the cliff-edge—the man with the red eyes, his back to the setting sun, looking restlessly to the east.
He woke up sometime before midnight, bathed in sweat, afraid he had screamed. But in the next room, Glen Bateman’s breathing was slow and regular, undisturbed, and in the hallway he could see Kojak sleeping with his head on his paws. Everything was picked out in moonlight so bright it was surreal.
When he woke, Stu had been up on his elbows, and now he lowered himself back to the damp sheet and put an arm over his eyes, not wanting to remember the dream but helpless to avoid it.
He had been in Stovington again. Elder was dead. Everyone was dead. The place was an echoing tomb. He was the only one alive, and he couldn’t find the way out. At first he tried to control his panic. Walk, don’t run, he told himself over and over, but soon he would have to run. His stride was becoming quicker and quicker, and the urge to look back over his shoulder and make sure that it was only the echoes behind him was becoming insuperable.
He walked past closed office doors with names written in black on milky frosted glass. Past an overturned gurney. Past the body of a nurse with her white skirt rucked up to her thighs, her blackened, grimacing face staring at the cold white inverted icecube trays that were the ceiling fluorescents.
At last he began to run.
Faster, faster, the doors slipping by him and gone, his feet pounding on the linoleum. Orange arrows oozing on white cinderblock. Signs. At first they seemed right: RADIOLOGY and CORRIDOR B To LABS and DO NOT PROCEED BEYOND THIS POINT WITHOUT VALID PASS. And then he was in another part of the installation, a part he had never seen and had never been meant to see. The paint on these walls had begun to peel and flake. Some of the fluorescents were out; others buzzed like flies caught in a screen. Some of the frosted glass office windows were shattered, and through the stellated holes he had been able to see wreckage and bodies in terrible positions of pain. There was blood. These people had not died of the flu. These people had been murdered. Their bodies had sustained punctures and gunshot wounds and the grisly traumas which could only have been inflicted by blunt instruments. Their eyes bulged and stared.
He plunged down a stopped escalator and into a long dark tunnel lined with tile. At the other end there were more offices, but now the doors were painted dead black. The arrows were bright red. The fluorescents buzzed and flickered. The signs read THIS WAY TO COBALT URNS and LASER ARMORY and SIDEWINDER MISSILES and PLAGUE ROOM. Then, sobbing with relief, he saw an arrow pointing around a right-angled turn, and the single blessed word above it: EXIT.
He went around the corner and the door was standing open. Beyond it was the sweet, fragrant night. He plunged toward the door and then, stepping into it, blocking his way, was a man in jeans and a denim jacket. Stu skidded to a stop, a scream locked in his throat like rusty iron. As the man stepped into the glow of the flickering fluorescents, Stu saw that there was only a cold black shadow where his face should have been, a blackness punched by two soulless red eyes. No soul, but a sense of humor. There was that; a kind of dancing, lunatic glee.
The dark man put out his hands, and Stu saw that they were dripping blood.
“Heaven and earth,” the dark man whispered from that empty hole where his face should have been. “All of heaven and earth.”
Stu had awakened.
Now Kojak moaned and growled softly in the hall. His paws twitched in his sleep, and Stu supposed that even dogs dreamed. It was a perfectly natural thing, dreaming, even an occasional nightmare.
But it was a long time before he could get back to sleep.
Chapter 38
https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/celebrity/articles/king-charles-revoked-prince-harry-231121240.html
Yahoo! News
In Touch Weekly
King Charles Revoked Prince Harry’s Palace Invite Over Concerns for Royal Staff Who Felt ‘Betrayed’
Olivia Bellusci
Tue, July 14, 2026 at 4:11 PM PDT 2 min read
There may be more to the story regarding why Prince Harry wasn't allowed to stay at a royal residence during his trip to England.
In the Tuesday, July 14 edition of Rob Shuter's Naughty But Nice Substack, a source claimed King Charles III's "biggest concern wasn't logistics—it was his staff."
"Many employees feel deeply hurt by what Harry has said about the Royal Family," the source shared. "They're fiercely loyal to the institution, and the King didn't want to force them into welcoming someone they believe betrayed it."
Sources told Shuter that the royal household is currently extra cautious about how staff feels, as it's been difficult to find and keep experienced workers.
"The King wasn't just thinking about Harry," a second insider insisted. "He was thinking about the people who keep the monarchy running every day. The last thing he wanted was staff refusing to help — or worse, deciding to leave."
Shuter's sources also pointed to the staffing issues with Andrew Mountbatten Windsor earlier this year.
In February, an insider told The Sun that as the disgraced royal family member made his move from the Royal Lodge to the family's Sandringham estate, staff were "told they don't have to serve Andrew or work for him if they feel uncomfortable."
"There is already quite a list [of people] saying no thanks," the insider alleged. "There is understandably a lot of disquiet as he is now a total pariah."
As In Touch previously reported, the palace initially offered to provide royal accommodations for the 41-year-old Duke of Sussex during his visit to England earlier this month.
However, Harry's rep told Page Six on Monday, July 6, "having formally accepted the accommodation offer, it has now been withdrawn at the last moment."
Buckingham Palace had a different version of events. The palace said Harry declined the offer on Saturday, July 4, then changed his mind that day, making it too difficult to accommodate him and properly staff it, per the BBC. The palace said Harry was alerted to this news on Saturday night.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 7:17 PM Pacific-timezone USA Tuesday 07/14/2026
