Art beseeches Almighty Me: … How? … How Almighty, on earth, may it be? …  Indeed it may be, we’re not drunk … but still … rich & powerful … not me. 

Write it and they’ll come. … Say what dear Lord? … Art feareth The Lord maketh jest with me, you’d complained. … Just do it. … And they did … ReTweet Me.    

Albeit each of the Sauls 2 Pauls had weathered 40 years in deserts dry … and albeit each lost homes, wives & lives along the way, … they’ve borne the cost.    

That cost includes their Big Brother governments. … Businessmen, Presidents, Governors  and Prime Ministers … have sucked Mom’s teats dry … to score.   

In Art’s Boriken  … (aka Porto or Puerto Rico) … recent Governors’ borrowing from pensions, … signal … along with Tea Parties … parties … non-anon.    

Scriptures;  … Rick’s tome re our individual purposes; … Tony’s on profound transformations in instants; … Mandela’s example; … a coop model; … all augur … we act akin.     

Heed Art folks. Contemplate what the Crew’s written. Act. Actually, Me didn’t read Wannabes. … I’m Me. … Ignore Art, tho … Me wouldn’t. … You’ll see.