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HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

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More importantly (given that the sovereigns shall not negotiate away their sovereignty)

why not then, tweet directly to sovereigns, on sovereignty?

On tweaking twitter-diplomacy: Why is it that Kim and Don only threaten one another?

Their brother Art would have them be brotherly, on Twitter.

To tweak twitter-diplomacy why don’t Kim and Don tweet more sweetly to each other?

Brother Art would have them be, more brotherly, on Twitter.

Chicken, anyone? Donny, the president, ups the ante in sending an armada of warships

in answer to Kim’s threat to nuke cruising American warships.

Enthralled, a planet looks on, oblivious to what’s going on behind scenes, oblivious too

to what’s going on, on stage, oblivious to their humanity too.

To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy, for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail to Twitter, use.

To be, or not to be?’ I quote myself and Hamlet too. It is beyond crazy for two brothers,

incommunicado, not to Direct Message one another on Twitter.

The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, “Let’s make a deal.”

Even more enthralled, the very last of the Watchers, Penemue, looked on too. Giver, to

humanity, of poetry, pursuant to plan, he penitently prays to ….

… Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh; thanking Him for his part in His story, known, as history;

for Russian ruses are proving proximal, to American, foreign policy.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-13-17)

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“Chicken, anyone? Donny, the president, ups the ante in sending an armada of warships

in answer to Kim’s threat to nuke cruising American warships.”

“On Smart Diplomacy: Isn’t it crazy that these two head-of-state twitter-account-bearers

parties, illogically, won’t communicate, on communicators?”

“‘To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail in their due.”

“The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, Let’s make a deal.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,

‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
 thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-12-17)

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“On Smart Diplomacy: Isn’t it crazy that these two head-of-state twitter-account-bearers

parties, illogically, won’t communicate, on communicators?”

“‘To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail in their due.”

“The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, Let’s make a deal.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,

‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
 thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-11-17)

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“To be or not to be? For verily, it is certifiably crazy for two opponents, incommunicado

to refuse to communicate on how to ‘alchemize’ this status quo.”

Isn’t it crazy for two head-of-state twitter account-bearing parties NOT to communicate

on Twitter? You must communicate before, it’s late.”

“But what’s crazy, really? After all, given all that’s at stake, isn’t it crazy for the twitter

account-bearing parties, NOT to communicate, on Twitter?”

“The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, Let’s make a deal.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,
‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
 thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-10-17)

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“But what’s crazy, really? After all, given all that’s at stake, isn’t it crazy for the twitter

account-bearing parties, NOT to communicate, on Twitter?”

“The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, Let’s make a deal.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,
‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
 thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-9-17)

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“The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, Let’s make a deal.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,
‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny  says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-8-17)

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“For Art’s soliliquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s

new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliliquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, has moved a hand, small, but powerful.”
“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
“China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.    

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-7-17)

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And now, finally, Syria. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humans
speechless until such time as they heard its wisdom.
  ,    ,
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
“China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.    

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-6-17)

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“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
“China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.                           

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

 

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-04-17)

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 “Tweet, blog and pen an alchemical algorithm to all humanity.” Could they be the words
answering 12-21-12’s, mystical question? Might they be … the words?
Kim Jong-un and Donny must tweet directly to their brother Art, on this alt-medium,
Twitter Heed Penemue, the last, of the Watchers!
China will either decide to help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,
the POTUS said in the Oval Office, where he presides, over US.
If they do, that will be very good for China and if they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,
verily seemingly, sinisterly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.
The  POTUS made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un’s North Korea with or without
the help of Xi,’s China, he’s warmongering, with Bannon’s, help.

… if Xi’s China is not going to solve Kim Jong un’s North Korea, we will. That’s all I’m

telling you. Except, that is, that I’m building a wall to view.       

                    

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.