
Susceptible-Infected-Recovered-Deaths Model of SARS-Corona-2019-2020 mRNA ssRNA+ Virus New Understanding of Model 40 07 2020 Table by James Pate Williams, Jr., BA, BS, MSwE, PhD












































Latest Census demographics: Population estimate 328,239,523, over 65 16% = 52,518,323.68, under 5 6.1% = 20,022,610.903, total <5, > 65 = 72,540,934.583
https://www.census.gov/quickfacts/fact/table/US/PST045219
Using a susceptible population of 65 and older and under 5:

Using only the 65 and older demographic as the susceptible population:





The black team tried to convince me that God exists and that a young obviously delusional social technician worker for Pathways was pregnant with my grandchild. That is absolute nonsense since Malaysia (? name spelling) is a biracial beautiful young person and according to her she is my child by sperm donation! Her birth mother is supposedly Tameka (? name spelling) a part-time social technician for Pathways Center and a full-time probation or parole officer for the Georgia state. I did not pay much attention to the ludicrous idea of me donating my sperm to a sperm bank. I have always believed my genome is too defective to have a child. I’d hate to have me as a parent even as a sperm donor. Tameka claimed to be the current wife of an old mentor of mine who taught at LaGrange College and I am almost certain her was an ex Lockheed A-12 Oxcart or Lockheed SR-71 Black Bird driver and hence a USAF/CIA spy. That mentor is none other than Dr. Kenneth Cooper who dumped me in my hours of greatest need in 1984 or 1985. I am certain that the CIA and thus the NSA/CSS had eyes and ears on me all my frigging life. I like former US Army Sergeants Hortense Lindsey or Kelly McFarland and James W. Henry, who are both honorable and heroic veterans. I also like Deputy Rodney Williams (? correct last name) who was bold enough to play football in frigid South Dakota. And who could forget L. J.?
On the other hand, the white team consisting of the primary actors: Mathew “Matt” Riding, Merry B., and Victor just tried to torture me into submission. Merry B. was fond of U.S. unconstitutionally force medicating me. Matt told me the truth that Malaysia was off her rocker for latching onto me as a birth parent. She is definitely Cooper’s mess to handle. Supposedly Brenda Moss part of the black or mixed team is somehow intertwined in this mess that has become my life.
I still love these fellow human beings especially Merry B.
Way back in the 1980s I had an idea for a joint CIA and DEA operation to track and trace cocaine distribution networks. Historically, the key to the operation was the synthesis of the physiologically active stereoisomer of cocaine:
https://www.erowid.org/…/chemi…/cocaine.total.synthesis.html
https://www.sciencedirect.com/…/article/pii/0379073887901095
https://pubchem.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/compound/cocaine
The idea was to replace some of the carbon atoms in the synthesis of cocaine with carbon-14, a radioactive isomer of carbon-12. Carbon-14 has a well-known decay rate and thus it might theoretically and experimentally be useful to date and trace cocaine samples in the “wild”. This may or may not be a harebrained method.
Dearest Merry B.,
I still love you with all my heart and mind, regardless of your deceitfulness, disloyalty, hatred towards me, and treachery. I was not playing love mind games unlike you, evidently, while I unconstitutionally interned and held captive for 127 days in the perdition location known as Pathways Center Second Season. I also spent and additional 75 days being an object of the voyeuristic and gossipy Troup County Jail officers. I say to hell with the new order of Stasi and KGB, you know who they are, and I don’t have that opportunity.
Merry B. note that I was also bitten by a dog on Hill Street in the period 2009 to 2011. I had my male purse (attaché or briefcase) with me and I could have easily killed the mixed breed pooch while it was about to attack, however, I have a great deal of respect for any kind of not virulent and/or non-nefarious lifeforms. I did not have the owner of the dog put the animal to death nor did I ask her to produce a viable rabies vaccination tag or document. By the way, I bled some after the vicious and unwarranted dog bite. Perhaps I am deranged due to late onset rabies.
P. S. I just listened to Ravel’s arrangement of “Pictures at an Exhibition” by Modest Mussorgsky. I still love you and “The Great Gates of Kiev” with the gong punctuation.
Forever Love and Best Outcomes to You,
Pate
I only have my fond memories of my second and first female computer science mentor namely Professor and Chair of the LaGrange College Computer Science Department Dr. Fay Adcock Riddle. She will always be the physically inaccessible to me Amazonian beauty that she was when I first met her in the early 1980s. The fact that she had a brilliant, loving, and successful husband turned off my libido with respect to her immediately. I was a graduate student at Georgia Tech at that time (1980 – 1983) and I would come home to do all my computer related work in BASIC or FORTRAN IV on my old and dear computer friend the college’s Data General Eclipse minicomputer. I later found out the Dr. Riddle had been a store and advertising model for Rich’s Department Store in Atlanta, Georgia. She was just drop dead gorgeous. Dr. Riddle was the only professor that stood by me academically when I went berserk in the Fall Quarter of 1986. I made 3 F’s and 1 C that quarter. I stopped going to class a few weeks before the end of the quarter and did not take the finals. The C was in Professor Riddle’s Numerical Methods CSC 410. I will say a lot more about FAR as soon as my tears dry.