Oh what a specious species are we, indeed! A thin veneer of civilization is woefully
inadequate in the face of the clueless men and savage beasts
that lurk, like jackals, amongst us. Not even all the outrage on the planet, unfortunately,
may ever bring our girls back … from the mouth of the Beast.

Abubakar Shekau, Jonathan Goodluck and Boko Haram are the proof of this grossly
inedible pudding. Jinn sow a Devil’s evil resolutely, albeit, abominably.
An illusion of ‘sovereignty’ makes of action, inaction. How long then until we finally
secure the global citizenship that negates … ‘national’ sovereignties?

Oh what a specious species are we! A thin veneer of civilization masks quite adequately
the savage beasts and the heartless and clueless men
that lurk, like jackals, amongst us. Not even all the outrage on the planet, unfortunately,
may ever bring our girls back … ever again.

Abubakar Shekau, Jonathan Goodluck and Boko Haram are the proof of this grossly
inedible pudding. Jinn sow the Devil’s evil resolutely,
albeit, abominably. ‘Sovereignty’ is dragging us down. How long then until we are finally
securing global citizenships that do away with … ‘national’ sovereignties?

Arthur’s child should have been 21 years young this upcoming October. He
misses him, or alternatively, her. What might she
have been like? What might have he have accomplished? Were their destinies
reversed, might (s)he … wannabe?

Ideally, he or she’d have been like little Lori Anne, who at six, came to be
the youngest qualifier for a National Bee ever. She
practiced her spelling while vaulting on trampolines. What she’s got can’t be
bottled … but it can be … copied.

The loss of a child is ever an unconsolable tragedy. Those left behind find, in Him,
strength. How far greater then the loss of ALL children from
super-tragedies, now looming? What if, in acting like children, we lose them?
Heed the cries of all of them … Jew, Christian and Muslim.

Abubakar Shekau and Boko Haram are the proof of this inedible pudding. The Jinn
sow the Devil’s evil resolutely, albeit, abominably.
This nation-state thing is dragging us down. How long then until we are secure in
a global citizenship that does away with … ‘national’ sovereignties?

Wherefore Arthur asks, as William Shakespeare so similarly and famously inquired
some few centuries ago: “To be, or not to be?”
Indeed, that’s the question that so ardently, and exigently, begs to be answered.
All await a reply … optimistically.

#Twitterfiction: Allah-God-Jehovah-Yahweh is The One Almighty Author of the Qu’ran,
and the Testaments (Old and New); pluralistic … amens.

#Twitterfiction: The spirit of chachomanopapa@wordpress.com is in its
evangelism sans proselytism … every man free to do, as he deems fit.

#Twitterfiction: Come to chachomanopapa@wordpress.com, and to its analog
@chachomanopapa, on Twitter. A book … from tweets … and a blog.

Tetragrammaton is that mysterious four letter transliteration acting,
as substitute and symbol for the ineffable
name of God. To this day, Jews neither speak nor write it to avoid somehow profaning
it …. It and Adonai … form Jehovah.

Allah, God, Jehovah and Yahweh is the One Almighty Author of the Holy
Qu’ran and the Testaments (Old and New). The brotherhood
of all men, is therein commanded. Yet, that aspect of our faiths we expressly,
by our actions … belie. If we could, should …

… we be brotherly to our brethren? If we could, should we be neighborly,
to our neighbor, who as well, is our brethren whether,
we know him well, or not? If we could, should we be, to an itinerant stranger, friendly?
After all … he too is … a blood brother.

God’s intent is patently clear. Our pluralistic Scriptures expressly make of all
men a community; all free to believe, or not.
Leave judging to the Creator. Ask questions. Conduct inventories. Tear down the walls
immuring us …. Connect with all … or not.

Absolutely leave, the judging to Him. In all things, don’t substitute puny human
judgment for His. The spirit of chachomanopapa is in its
evangelism, sans proselytism. All hear what everybody’s got to say. Every man,
free (within law) … to do … as he deems fit.

Wisdom’s prism is revelatory. God’s Scriptures, the stories of peoples and prophets,
and (wo)man’s sum knowledge, through their books, may conjunctively
relegate red-herring controversies to their place, i.e., academic debate. Let’s profit
from heavens, flora and fauna. They make easy …

… decisions not to doubt, as does the agnostic; or affirmatively, deny,
as does the atheist. The Council wonder then,
who, when the shit hits the fan, of those who recant at the end, may rely,
on His loving and forgiving nature … then?

An enhanced capability to communicate with one another is the key
to achieving a semblance of peace, prosperity,
and a benevolence borne of love. The net may transform confining ubiety,
to a semblance of God-like … ubiquity.

Of the but sixty-six world leaders with Twitter accounts, only Queen Noor of Jordan
describes herself as a global citizen. For that reason, Arthur
calls upon her to bring the weight of her celebrity, as Queen Dowager of Jordan,
to follow him … on Twitter.

Arthur respectfully requests therefore, on behalf of his co-authors on The Council,
that Her Highness follow Arthur and re-tweet their tweets, unusual.
For while the tribal nation-states recognize not any citizenship that is global,
that we evolve to … just such a citizenship … is vital.

The Wine & Cheese Miracles … an Atlas Tweeted caps what’s been a Blitzkrieg of English
upon a globe’s nonfictional dialog … nightmarish!

After Greek, English is only the world’s 2nd lingua franca. A rich vocabulary and easy
rhymes are at home in song, psalm, prose … or poetry.

The richest tongue (by word count) owes its extreme wealth to heavy
borrowing from other tongues and the quirks of His timing … uncanny.

To wit: There are more English-speaking Chinese than Americans; perhaps more Chinese wits
than Americans know a twit from a tweet. Tweet it!

Tweet is commonly understood, but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter
or taunt. Hmm. Curiously, our host is Twitter … not Tweeter.

Why Twitter and not Tweeter albeit an intriguing riddle isn’t the point. It’s that Nelson’s legacy
calls for reconciliation … immediately.

George Bernard Shaw once wrote, “Some see the world as it is and ask, “Why? I see
the world as it ought to be and ask, why not?” We ought wisely emulate
that attitude as it is more our learned conduct and less our nature that may key,
our belated … fate.

Super-sized capabilities are tantalizingly within our reach. What if we
asked of ourselves “what if” a whole lot more often than we
do? Were we to do so and then follow through with affirmatively
reinforcing action … that’s the vision … nutshelled.

What if? What if a whole bunch of folks were, actually on the same page at the same
time? Acting in concert. Uh-huh. Waccha sellin’ Art?
Glad you asked; we’re selling asking “What if?” We’re selling there’s a lot in a name.
The Wine and Cheese Miracles is … a good place to start.

The Crew’s selling that since making money’s honey and lots of people want but to do
everything that’s ever been done under bodies
heavenly, souls drift and causes beg. What if The Wine and Cheese Miracles show how to
begin to act … much more … proactively?

What if a whole bunch of folks actually act upon what is read hereinafter?
What if a whole bunch of folks actually act, not
on impulse but upon conviction? The Crew’s selling that even amusement defers
to conviction … in marketers’ … argot.

The Crew’s selling that the wisdom of ages, past and present, is thankfully,
priceless as it is, practically freely
available. There is a wisely smarter way to run this planet. Regrettably
though … change oft is … revolutionary.

Oh what a specious species are we! Scant resources have the haves and have-nots
half nuts; the ever worsening plight of the have-nots
and crushing economic pressure, on both haves and have-nots alike, promises lots
of holocausts anew between the haves … and the nots.