July 21, 2017

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July 21, 2017.  About Me.  Yesterday, July 20, 2017, I posted the following:

When I left Starbucks’ subsidiary, Gregory’s Coffee on 33rd Street at Park Avenue South, I walked to 30th Street at Sixth Avenue, and could not find the sign company (to make another sign for me to advertise my website at Times Square because I find out [sic, should be realized] that pedestrians can’t really quickly read what the sign I now have says: my website URL) that I saw on my mobile phone last night when I was searching for companies that make signs.  I have my sign with me but I did not go to Times Square, I’m not certain that anybody can actually read what it says.  I was feeling too depressed, I’m still feeling depressed, feeling that nobody is interested in hearing from me.

Today, July 21, 2017, the Mormon Church of Satan responded:

 


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Candlelight vigil in Salt Lake City Public Library 3rd floor on 15 February 2007 for victims of Trolley square shooting. Taken by me”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trolley_Square_shooting#/media/File:Candlelight_vigil_slc.jpg
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trolley_Square_shooting

view beyond the trees and eaves of the neighboring homes, leaving the Burger Boyz to sit down once again in the plastic fold-out chairs and wonder how long it would be before the flames flickered out and the lanterns began their descent. And once that happened, they wondered where each would fall.
(The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace, by Jeff Hobbs, page 402, last page, past paragraph)

Got to? Is that—are we in The Parallax View suddenly and no one bothered to—
(Before the Fall, Noah Hawley, page 127)


[ALL OF THIS INFORMATION IS INTERCONNECTED.  cc all Mormon barristers]

J. Robert Oppenheimer
Head and shoulders portrait

J. Robert Oppenheimer, c. 1944
Born (1904-04-22)April 22, 1904
New York City, New York
Died February 18, 1967(1967-02-18) (aged 62)
Princeton, New Jersey
Nationality American
Fields Theoretical physics
Institutions University of California, Berkeley
California Institute of Technology
Los Alamos Laboratory
Institute for Advanced Study
Alma mater Harvard College
Christ’s College, Cambridge
University of Göttingen
Thesis Zur Quantentheorie kontinuierlicher Spektren[1] (1927)
Doctoral advisor Max Born
Doctoral students Samuel W. Alderson
David Bohm
Robert Christy
Sidney Dancoff
Stan Frankel
Willis Eugene Lamb
Harold Lewis
Philip Morrison
Arnold Nordsieck
Melba Phillips
Hartland Snyder
George Volkoff
Known for Nuclear weapons development
Tolman–Oppenheimer–Volkoff limit
Oppenheimer–Phillips process
Born–Oppenheimer approximation
Notable awards Enrico Fermi Award (1963)
Spouse Katherine “Kitty” Puening Harrison (1940–1967; his death; 2 children)
Signature

Notes
Brother of physicist Frank Oppenheimer

Julius Robert Oppenheimer[note 1] (April 22, 1904 – February 18, 1967) was an American theoretical physicist and professor of physics at the University of California, Berkeley. Oppenheimer was the wartime head of the Los Alamos Laboratory and is among those who are credited with being the “father of the atomic bomb” for their role in the Manhattan Project, the World War II undertaking that developed the first nuclear weapons used in the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The first atomic bomb was detonated on July 16, 1945, in the Trinity test in New Mexico; Oppenheimer later remarked that it brought to mind words from the Bhagavad Gita: “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”[2][note 2]

After the war, Oppenheimer became chairman of the influential General Advisory Committee of the newly created United States Atomic Energy Commission. He used that position to lobby for international control of nuclear power to avert nuclear proliferation and a nuclear arms race with the Soviet Union. After provoking the ire of many politicians with his outspoken opinions during the Second Red Scare, he suffered the revocation of his security clearance in a much-publicized hearing in 1954, and was effectively stripped of his direct political influence; he continued to lecture, write and work in physics. Nine years later, President John F. Kennedy awarded (and Lyndon B. Johnson presented) him with the Enrico Fermi Award as a gesture of political rehabilitation.

Oppenheimer’s achievements in physics included the Born–Oppenheimer approximation for molecular wave functions, work on the theory of electrons and positrons, the Oppenheimer–Phillips process in nuclear fusion, and the first prediction of quantum tunneling. With his students he also made important contributions to the modern theory of neutron stars and black holes, as well as to quantum mechanics, quantum field theory, and the interactions of cosmic rays. As a teacher and promoter of science, he is remembered as a founding father of the American school of theoretical physics that gained world prominence in the 1930s. After World War II, he became director of the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey.

Early life

Childhood and education

Oppenheimer was born in New York City on April 22, 1904,[7] to Julius Oppenheimer, a wealthy Jewish textile importer who had immigrated to the United States from Germany in 1888, and Ella Friedman, a painter. Julius came to America with no money, no baccalaureate studies, and no knowledge of the English language. He got a job in a textile company and within a decade was an executive with the company. Ella was from Baltimore.[8] The Oppenheimers were non-observant Ashkenazi Jews.[9] In 1912 the family moved to an apartment on the 11th floor of 155 Riverside Drive, near West 88th Street, Manhattan, an area known for luxurious mansions and townhouses.[7] Their art collection included works by Pablo Picasso and Édouard Vuillard, and at least three original paintings by Vincent van Gogh.[10] Robert had a younger brother, Frank, who also became a physicist.[11]

Studies in Europe


Fifteen men in suits, and one woman, pose for a group photograph
Heike Kamerlingh Onnes‘ Laboratory in Leiden, Netherlands, 1926. Oppenheimer is in the second row, third from the left.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._Robert_Oppenheimer

THE HENDRIK [509 Pacific Street/diagonally across from 509 Atlantic Avenue]
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WANT A GREAT LAWYER?
THE HENDRIK
[509 Pacific Street/diagonally across from 509 Atlantic Avenue]
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[black female, cowboy riding bucking horse] TREVOR TRAINA
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The problem with half-broke horses like these was that no one took the time to train them. Cowboys who could ride anything caught them and ran them on fear, spurring and squirting them too hard, taking pride in staying on no matter how desperately they bucked and fishtailed. Not properly broken, they were always scared and hated humans. A lot of times the cowboys released them once the roundup was over, but by then they’d lost some of the instincts that kept them alive out in the desert. They were, however, intelligent and had pluck, and if you broke them right, they made good horses.

One in particular caught my eye, a mare. I always liked mares. They weren’t as crazy as stallions but had more fire than your typical gelding. This one was a pinto, no bigger or smaller than the others, but she seemed less scared and was watching intently as if trying to figure me out. I cut her out from the herd, lassoed her, and then slowly walked up to her, following Dad’s rule around strange horses to keep your eyes on the ground so they won’t think you’re a predator.

She stood still, and when I reached her, again moving slowly, I raised my hand to the side of her head and scratched behind one ear. Then I brought my hand down the side of her face. She didn’t jerk back, like most horses would, and I knew she was something special, not the greatest beauty in the world—being a patchwork of white, brown, and black but you could tell she could use her brain instead of reacting, and I’d take smarts over looks in a horse any day.

“She’s yours, Counselor,” Dad said. “What are you going to name her?”

I looked at the mare. For the most part, us ranch folks liked to keep names simple. Cattle we never named at all, since it made no sense naming something you were going to eat or ship off to the slaughterhouse. As for other animals, if a cat had socks, we called it Socks; if a dog was red, we called him Red; if a horse had a blaze, we called it Blaze.

“We’ll call her Patches,” I said.

* * *

I set about breaking Patches properly. That was one smart horse, and in no time she had truly accepted the bit and was moving off the leg at the slightest touch of my spur. After a few months of that, she even started cutting cattle. By fall, she’d become a true packer and was ready for roundup. I told Mom and Dad I wanted to go hire out at the big Franklin ranch across the valley, but they wouldn’t hear of it, and neither would the Franklins. So I started racing Patches in little amateur quarter-horse races, and from time to time we even returned with the purse.

(Half Broke Horses, Jeannette Wall, pages 49-51)

 
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I took this picture in the year 2015 while standing in front of God’s visible organization’s Assembly Hall, on Kennedy Boulevard at Pavonia Avenue across the street from PATH train station.  Capital One advertisement is on a bank on Bergen Avenue at Sip Avenue, across the street from the Mormon Church of Satan.  cc all Mormon barristersCapital One; Murder One; Capital Punishment
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http://www.lectlaw.com/def/d058.htmThe purpose of this websiteis to expose the Mormon Church of Satan and all enemies of Jesus Christ the Way the Truth the Life, the Prince of Peace. This website is also the beginning of a presidential campaign to elect Caroline Kennedy President of the United States. I prayed to Jehovah God to please, by means of His son Christ Jesus, please, arrange national events and world events in such a manner such that Caroline Kennedy is elected President of the United States.  I know Jehovah God hears my prayer and will answer my prayer because that particular prayer of mine is one of my deepest desires and Jehovah God has promised me that he will satisfy all of my deepest desires.  All of the information posted at this website is interconnected; directly connected to the Mormon Church of Satan’s illegal sting operation surrounding Jehovah’s Witnesses worldwide, and me. The illegal sting operation that encompasses every human being on earth, and has resulted in the LEGAL CASE, unlike any other, ever. The LEGAL CASE, headed to The Hague, Netherlands. cc all Mormon attorneys

As the Storm Approaches,
Maintain Your Focus on Jesus!
(Matthew 14:22-34; Hebrews 12:2)