On Kim and Don. On war and peace. On acclimating oneself to fake climate change. On
Harvey, Irma, and Maria. On no, communication. On black, white … and brown.
Rex, the Secretary, says there are direct lines of communication, with Kim. Notably, he’s
not saying, whether Kim answers, angrily, or civilly … personally … or … proxied.
Buzz confirms the little Rex has said about direct line communications with Kim Jong un.
TRUTHFULLY, there is, little, and perhaps, even, no … effective … communication.
Except this one. A back channel, if ever there was one. Back channel … communications.
It’s where the real negotiating gets done. Talking turkey. In more ways than one.
CARMEN AND RICKY
Being the Governor. Not an easy job, in the best of circumstances. Under circumstances,
trying such as these, an unenviable one. Someone’s got to do it. Thanks, Carmen.
Kudos to Carmen, the valiant young Mayor of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Ricky the Governor,
and Don her President, from her notebook, noted, how to nobly be … a, Governor.
Arthur’s been fighting for his families’ lives, and for his life, for … a week. Fighting to be,
fit enough, not to die. To thereby be worthy, of future loyalty to the great, Donny.
“Be not content nor happy merely to be,” sayeth, Don. “Be all ye can be. My destruction,
of states, is for my (I mean, our) empire’s later … great, reconstruction … of them.”
On Donald’s across-the-board construction of Steve’s, dream-states. All, of them. And, on
their reconstruction by Brand Don, US, subject to Brand Don, US, courtesy of Don.
MARIA, MARIA
By executive order, Art’s brother Don sent the insidious Maria in a plot device to kill him.
Femme fatale Maria however failed to kill Art, a thatched roof, having saved him.
Irony races against Art’s mental and physical illnesses, all in a morbid contest to kill him.
And now Don appears to have sent the tempestuous, Maria, in a front, to kill him.
And so, it’s back to Maria, for Arthur! His ex, as if to seek vengeance against, poor … Art.
Poor, Art. As if poor Art’s homelessness, wasn’t vengeance … enough, against, Art.
Last night’s rapprochement, between Kim and Don at the soiree, was good news, for Art.
So its back to Ri, in Pyongyang. Back to Melania, in NYC. Back to Maria, for … Art!
DECONSTRUCTION
Beware those saying that the Don, hasn’t done anything. That he’s passed, no legislation,
as he stokes at the embers of what may be, a grand old bonfire, of a conflagration.
Last night’s rapprochement, between Kim and Don at the soiree, was good news, for Art.
So its back to Ri, in Pyongyang. Back to Melania, in NYC. Back to Maria, for … Art!
Everywhere. Everywhere. From Korea to Puerto Rico, China, Russia and Iran, careening
back to swamp homes in NYC, Palm Springs & Washington. Havoc, he’s wreaking.
Hurricane, Don. From, Korea. To, Texas. To, Puerto Rico. And everywhere, that the Don
goes, he goes careening. He is back now, again … to roost, in, Swamp Washington.
Hurricane, Don. The irony, is surreal. Like no hurricane before him Donald, all, ravages.
Another Final Solution. Deconstruct ALL states. Donald’s saving US from savages.
Hurricane Donald. Like no hurricane before him, Donald all, ravages. His Final Solution,
not so top-secretly, is a deconstruction, of states. For reconstruction by … the Don.
The deconstruction of all states. All, for later reconstruction, by the Trump, Brand. Don’s
final solutions, reminiscent of Steve’s, skewed … world view. cc: @SteveKBannon
KIM CAVES
“So, by all means, let’s all talk turkey. Art’s ideas, I have adopted as my very own. So too,
has Don. We’ve bought in, to Penemue’s plan, to all, from its moon, Urantia, view.”
“All meeting HERE pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf (at the WOW link) where a Rule, Golden
ought rule, when so closely together, commune. Feel as one. The light … beckons.”
“It’s a beautiful view. But deceptively, pretty. For underneath wispy clouds, where there
is sea under the clouds, there is peace. And where there is land, no peace, is there.”
“Time to take quantum leaps from devolutionary tendencies toward ongoing evolutions.
That natural tendency that ye really ought be, more … enthusiastically … fostering.”
“Donald and I have heard, and have taken to heart, our prodigal brother Art’s, visionary
use of wisdom. I’m in. It is time for man to take, a quantum leap … evolutionarily.”
ENTER THE BARBARIAN
Too many enemies, hath the Donny. To them hath recently been added … one barbarian.
Lips and mouth are his own worst enemy. Parts, parted from, the soul, of the Don.
PENEMUE’S PLAN
Penemue’s plan: 1. Have Art Everman, Seraphim-Angel-Trainee, pen a plot … fantastical,
wherein Kim and Don resist, and assist, Art’s penning, of an … allegory, existential.
1. Penemue’s instructions to Art, upon Art’s commission: “Pen yourself, Arthur Everman,
into an allegory. Tragi-comically, epic. Weave letters into, alchemical, algorithms.”
2. “Art: Pen (write) subplots of plots fantastically, real. Use the anals, Kim and Donald, to
write annals of dichotomies, so that your kids, the right things, may someday … do.
3. “Arthur: Use, your brother anals, Kim and the Don, to write annals, of dichotomies, so
kids may right things do. So children to pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf therefore, go.
4. “Base the meter of your epic poem on the natural couplets found within the 140 or 280
characters of twitter, algorithms. Use WordPress to extend verses, past 140 or 280.”
5. Make it poignant. Make it funny. Make it tragic. And, make it compelling, to, in time,
undo the harm pounded into them, by Satan’s thoroughly … un-Godly … paradigm.
6. Make it brief. Not in length, for it is epic; but, in the constituent parts, of a first tweet,
born. An epic poem, allegorically mimicking, life’s, comings and goings, in a tweet.
7. Use the 140 variety or new 280 character twitter algorithms in their entirety so as to,
by taut margins, tie your messages to formats, lovely; rooms for a beautiful, views.
8. And make it not just funny, but fun. Fun to learn to pun, to satirize, to purposely sow
revolutionize, peacefully. To peace and prosperity, accrue, do reap, as ye do … sow.
10. From sovereignty to community evolve. Change, anachronistic paradigm, purposely.
On … peace … and prosperity. An alchemic, algorithm pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf
PROBLEM OPPORTUNITIES
The two Koreas. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Six … huge opportunities.
Simultaneously, Art’s witless brothers threaten Urantia … devolutionarily.
Three problems. Two brothers. One mini-story. Subplots of a story … His story,
is man’s history. Tiny subplots of His creation are ye, infinitely … tiny, ye.
Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran,
Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken, his own, frugal … barman.
Don’s made it clear: He shall deal with Kim with, or without, China’s Xi’s, help.
Don will war against Kim, without help. He needs but enemies, not help.
If Xi’s China’s not going to solve Kim’s Korea, we will says he. And it’ll be easy,
as ABC. Believe me no one else can. Only me. No one else can. Only me.
If Xi helps, that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t, then, that won’t be
good for no one. Simplifying and complicating is … twitter … diplomacy.
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three, problems.
Enter the three brothers, madly, megalomaniacal with, three quill pens.
TRADING PLACES
But Kim and Don, differ. They dealt with The Devil. They accepted … an offer
from him. An offer they couldn’t refuse. Their souls, for earthly power.
And riches. And luxury. Don’s lot is to be in the company … along with Abel’s
bros, Cain, Adolph, Alex, Attila, Napoleon and lots, of other, little people.
Whether ye want it or not, ye are bros. Art’s bros … Kim and Don … like Abel,
and like Cain. But it was by his nature that Cain was less able than Abel.
None of them need suffer. Not Kim. Not Don. And not Art. Three … brothers,
are Kim Don and Art. Whether they want to be or not they are brothers.
Tiny subplots of His story, the stories of Kim, Don and Art, the three brothers,
megalomaniacal. No one of them need suffer, if all of them, are brothers.
The Devil made them offers that they could not refuse. They accepted, offers.
The terrible truth is that Kim and Don, for power, their souls, bartered.
The Urantia Book, aka The Urantia Papers or The Fifth Epochal … Revelation;
INTRODUCTION
Kim’s recalcitrant. Don’s petulant. But Art’s insistent. “I’m an American citizen 2nd class.
Can’t get my life saved … because I’m brown.”
A tall tale recapitulation: Kim, Don & Art: 3 megalomaniacal bit players in Urantian history. And Pen’s plan for teaching us … a lesson.
Kim’s dictating. Don’s fomenting. Art’s drowning. Perception, is, reality.
Arthur’s billion gallon soon-to-be reality, awaits, a dam buster.
Perception, is reality. More-Mart greeter and 2nd class American citizen
Art, in Puerto Rico’s, terminal. He may soon be drowning.
Donald inartfully let Kim up the ante. His misstatements, lies and Kim’s
reactionary interpretations, to them (to us), and, to … him.
It is, what it is. And, it is because it is what it is, that what shall be, only,
maybe, shall be. It may be, if decisions, are taken … freely.
INTRODUCTION
Peace and prosperity ought be the primary order of business, of nations.
Not sovereignties’ militaries; not militaries of … sovereigns.
IF photo-bombing threats posed by Jim, HR, and Rex, pass … into history,
ye may get on with nations’ businesses, that is … prosperity.
Sony. Guys, hacked. Producer-makers of machines that ironically, may be
favorite traders. If photo-bomb threats pass … into, history.
Kim’s DPRK, Don’s, USA and Moon’s ROK. Art’s music, prose and … poetry,
propaganda. Sony players, help (wo)men, wonder … wisely.
On a rock (Urantia), a poor DPRK and a rich, Republic of, Korea. The ROK;
its people, fear Kim. He fears them and propaganda’s, sway.
Kim: Devote your life to proving that love is the greatest thing, on the rock
(Urantia), a DPRK and the Republic of Korea (ROK). (192:2.1)
Buzz confirms propaganda drones are being duly readied just in case, Jim,
HR and Rex and Nikki prevail upon Don, not to harm … Kim.
ROK: A VERY HARD PLACE
Urantian governments. And individual, Urantian citizens, believe ye, not.
Between a ROK. And a hard place. Don’s put ye .. on the spot.
Kim: Do what Sun Tsu would do. Save, face. Don’s baited, and tricked ye.
Deal, ere a very possibly early end to the Donald’s presidency.
Urantia. The ‘Wild West’, of His Universes. Case in point. Arthur is … both
a fugitive from justice, and the sheriff. Art. A love, case-study.
Art. Soldier. Posted, to the frontier. Emily, a girl back home, awaiting him.
Love. Family. Universal life is like Urantian life, only … better.
“Right back at ya,” ruefully, Arthur, thought back to her. “My love of Emily
is my sacrifice in the face of the loving gaze of a loving Father.”
“Be brave, my Art,” she re-thought to him. And her thought, through space,
raced, faster even than light. Binding him tightly, to her, space.
“Be brave, my Art,” thought Emily to him. “I’m praying ye pray … especially
to our Father to pen His wisdom, for brothers’, fateful … hours.
INTRODUCTION
Cosmology. Autobiography. Metaphysical allegory. Space, our inner and our
outer. And Twitter. For man, and man’s poetry, comes an hour.
Comes a fateful hour when mankind, allegorically makes a fateful … decision.
Akin to the one happening to everyone, once, upon … a decision.
Dream number one. Precursor, to the Victorian-style soirees, thereafter, Ham
would be hosting as M.Cs. (master of ceremonies), Pen and Ham.
Pen, and Ham. Short, for Penemue and Hamlet. Art’s, Masters, of Ceremonies.
M.C.s, of every-nightly soirees, daily hosted by, an Angel-Trainee.
Arthur B. Everman, on behalf of our Father, presumes, for His Universes’ sake,
to show that a showman and props, malapropos … oft are … fake.
THE TALLEST TALE EVER TOLD
This is the tallest tale, ever told. A tall tale, of a tall Don, a short Kim and a skinny,
Art, short … too. Three, megalomaniacal, wannabes, are Kim, Don and Arty.
Three wannabes are, Kim, Donald and Art. Kim is, the dictator. Don, is the speller
and dictator-wannabe. Arthur’s, the writer; of truth, a wannabe … speaker.
In soirees, nightly, Kim, Don and Art pen … poetry. Epic poetry, in pursuit of Pen’s
plan; to save, His Urantia … from Urantians … for your Urantian … children.
Urantia’s legatee, children. The blameless, innocents. Forced to buy into systems,
rigged. Brothers Kim, Don and Art want, more than anything, to save them.
“Bomb me … metaphysically … not physically,” suggested Kim, “if ye wish … to box
me in. Metaphysically, bombing me. That’s thinking … well out of the box.”
“For physical bombardment dismembers. Metaphysical bombing seeks members.
For in the hearts and minds of member (wo)men is a stoker and an ember.”
And Don replied, “Well said, Kim. Rex, HR and Jim want a decapitation operation.
But I know better than anybody who has ever been all about … everything.”
ON FEET AND HANDS
Art reacted unexpectedly, to two very strange men unexpectedly … at the foot,
of his bed, commenting surreally, on the daintiness of his … feet.
Art, seemingly nonchalantly replied, “the daintiness of feet aside … gentlemen,
pray tell, why are you … here? And, who is Donny … gentlemen?
DREAM ONE
And Ham and Pen came to me and said, in unison, “Come the morrow, neither
ex-Marias nor this one, harm ye. Ye must however, be a tweeter.
Art’s crackling hair had been closely followed by a sizzling sound … that … too,
had come from his thunder-stricken and radically new … hair-do.
Suddenly with a bolt he’d remembered. Not his tired and soon (maybe), to be,
retired … heart. And not Maria, the ex, either. It was … Twitter. Art
Art recalled Ham’s … how to start. “Come the morrow, he recalled he and Pen
(Penemue), had said in unison, “neither any ex-Maria, nor this one,
shall harm ye. However, Mr. Art Everman, ye must henceforth be …a tweeter.
Do this in my (and in His, memory), if ye would be … a peacemaker.
An electrified Art against howling and swirling winds made a dash like a bee
against 145 mph winds, to a man cave grotto … soon, not … to be.
Then Arthur felt a tug on a toe. Then, two toes. Great! Yet another, mystery.
Either someone’s tugging two toes or two are tugging … one only.
“Man oh man, “Pen spoke, first. “Dem’s some dainty, feet. Tiny, ain’t they,” he
said, turning to Hamlet. Ham nodded … adding … “Like Donny’s”.
INTRODUCTION
Crackling hair on end, Art did not pause to think, what in the hell a clear day
was doing, smack in the midst, of a hurricane, like Maria, today.
In a beginning, on a clear day by ball lightning Art was stricken. The thunder
clap was louder than anything Arthur, had ever before … heard.
Arthur’s taken hope in what would ordinarily be, a pretty hopeless, situation.
He had thought he’d see, come morrow, sheriffs, for an eviction.
Ah, tomorrow. Hope’s, spring eternal. Springing soon too if the sheriffs only,
don’t, in the morrow, show. Then it’ll be … Maria and him, only.
Yeah, right. More like Maria and him … and 7 billion more Marians, and him.
Like Kim and Sol. And Don and Melania … And so on … And on.
And on to seven billion, or so. Like too, Arts and Marias, not of a one percent,
like Kim, Sol, Don, and Melania, but of the, ninety-nine, percent.
Yea, unlike Adam and Eve and Cain and Abel, Arts and Marias of one percent,
are too often treated poorly by those, of the ninety-nine percent.
Unlikely to be evicted tomorrow, a bottle, from his hand fell, and he felt it fall
while drifting in dreams … dreaming … of groundswells’ … walls.
And Ham and Pen came to me and said, in unison, “Come the morrow, neither
ex-Marias nor this one, harm ye. Ye must however, be a tweeter.
AVE MARIA
As cynical as any man, Art feels, that he is. Terminal, too. So say, his doctors.
Hopeless, as Maria ravages him, yet hopeful, sheriffs, may defer.
Hopeful is Art. As hopeful as can be. Or at least as hopeful as one impossibly
may be, given everything that’s been happening, so implausibly.
Kim: Now’s the time to pull ‘triggers’. Appreciate and do not pardon the pun,
ironically, every letter of every word, makes it, as pun … one.
Munitions? Out of the question; rather the question is: Bomb with children’s
poetry, or, the poetry, of all of the generals’ very intelligent men.
The question may be whether to bomb with 1. munitions or with 2. children’s
poetry, or 3. the poetry of all of the … generals’ … intelligent men.
1. Korea 2. US 3. Russia 4. China 5. Japan 6. Pakistan 7. India 8. Israel 9 … Iran.
cc: @khamenei_ir@uriminzok@narendramodi @Netanyahu
1. Kim 2. Moon 3. Vlad 4. Xi 5. Abe 6. Shahid 7. India 8. Ben 9. An … Ayatollah.
cc: @khamenei_ir @uriminzok @narendramodi @Netanyahu
ONE BILLION PIECES
A billion pieces of sundry items of propaganda were parachuted, ballooned or
shot over, Korean lines, over the duration, of the … (conflict) … war.
Kim in Pyongyang. Don in New York. Art in San Juan. The three listen closely
to Don’s speech to, New York’s, United Nations … General Assembly.
At a mortified UN, a mocking Donald vows to kill Kim if Trump-brand dynasty
properties (food, for his family), are, at all, targeted … threateningly.
We know you’re new at this. Already you’re doing better, being, presidential.
Listening, following instructions and remedial reading, all, remedial.
On what to do re Kim and Moon, given gaffes thus far; use twitter diplomacy.
Greet him, Donald. Ask, of his family. Do not demean him, meanly.
Don’t do Don as is your wont, meanly, demean, whomever may be facing ye.
Recall a carrot and a stick. Invite, with a carrot. With a stick … beat.
Most threats, Don, won’t cut it. But there is one, Don, exception, exceptional.
Just ask Jim, HR and Rex. They’ll recall US operations, psychological.
Propaganda: Kim fears it almost as much as he fears, the passage … of time.
Time waits not for Kim, Don, Art, or any man. Their enemy’s … time.
URANTIAN AMBITIONS
Kim’s, North Korea. A so-called, Hermit Kingdom. A so-called pariah state, it’s
also, a cult-of-personality, state. Kim’s the alpha-male, top-dog in it.
Kim … and his father … and his father’s, father, have long been … threatening.
Threatening, is become, unfortunately, culturally, so, North Korean.
The dynamic’s, complex. Don’s, unfit. Kim’s, emboldened. Art is, really … old.
Time’s short for everybody. And Art knows Kim fears … getting, old.
I know Don, the builder-dictator-wannabe, now, presiding. And, Dictator Kim,
the dictating … dictator. And … I know too … why caged birds … sing.
Has a brother’s ambition always been, the Antichrist to be? I know the Donny,
builder-dictator-wannabe. And Kim, the dictator. And, I know .. me.
Is Don, a man unbound by ambition, the Antichrist of our … future’s … history?
Worse yet. Has Don’s ambition always been … an Antichrist … to be?
AMERICA FIRST
Is Don the Antichrist, indeed? Even Arthur his brother by this speech has been,
taken aback. Is my brother … Don, the Antichrist … I wonder, again?
Is Don the Antichrist? In a rambling, contradictory and surely … inflammatory
speech ‘His Excellency’, the Donald, Urantia, for war … us … readies.
Don’s (is this guy the Antichrist?) speech to his gathered, brothers … fake news,
half-baked, half-truths, and, bold … lies. cc: @KCNA_KoreanNews
Kim: It is best by far, to win (are ye copying, Don), without, actually … fighting.
Everybody wants to win. Ye. Don. Art. But Art’s been thinking ….”
One last clarion call, Pen the Watcher plans, for man’s, last stands. Watcher
Pen’s chosen as protagonists, the brothers, Kim, Don, and Arthur.
LEADING, LESS NATIONALLY
Kim, Don and Art amuse. 3 characters use 140 of them, to muse on history’s,
muses. Dead poets, philosophers, and scientists. Dead on, history.
As if letters to Urantia, from Art’s secret lover, Emily … and from her friends,
Ovid, Rumi and Willy. Friends gracing pages, beginnings, to ends.
Aristotle’s ‘all is number’ is, as if letters to Urantia … from my beloved Emily,
whispering softly to me to be brave into the terrible … face of thee.
And on: “Kim, Xi, Vlad & Don: Lead, less nationally. More, internationally!”
Ye can’t all, win. Yet everybody … may win. If Kim, ye … hear me.”
Art went on: “Views and thoughts to a communally transformed, humanity!
Ye: Kim, Xi, Vlad and Don, et al., need to … lead … less … nationally!
“What if 7 billion of ye were to view a view and think a thought, communally,
concurrently? And views and thoughts transformed communally?”
KIM’S SUN TSU
Kim: It is best by far, to win (are ye copying, Don), without, actually … fighting.
Everybody wants to win. Ye. Don. Art. But Art’s been thinking ….”
Recall Kim Sun Tzu’s, excellence, of victory: Subduing enemies … sans fighting.
The most excellent victory is, breaking resistance … sans … fighting.
… of ye and our 7 billion brothers. Don wants to drone ye. His generals, agree.
But Jim, HR & Rex would drone ye not with munitions … but poetry.
… threatening, not merely, temporal interests, but more importantly, interests,
evolutionary. I love you Kim. I love, Don too. It’s in the interests …
“Yea, Kim. Don’s crazy, maybe. Ye too. Methinks not though. In your interests,
ye are acting … interests ye have boxed yourselves into. Interests …
“Yea, Kim. Don’s crazy, maybe. So they say, of you. But I … Art … your brother,
know better. Crazier, are the 7 billion, tweeting not, their brothers.”
“Buzz, my trusty, cyber-spy fly espies, military plans, yours, Don’s and Don’s
generals. Like Cain, he wants to kill ye. Like Cain, he’d have, Kim’s.”
So sayeth Arthur Everman, megalomaniacal brother, to ye, and to Don; founder
of the @Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, and he sayeth further …
“For the riches and power, ye, Kim and Don, have sought, are diametrically … in
opposition, to the riches and power I have sought … in His, wisdom.”
Horace Walpole’s world: “The world is a tragedy to those who feel but a comedy
to those who think.” Tragi-comedy … says Art … “to those … like me.”
Don’s your Cain-like brother. He speaks with a forked, tongue. Drone-gifts; news
up-coming … Don’s generals … present, arms. @KCNA_KoreanNews.
You and Don, temporarily, get yours. Arthur … in freedom and in anonymity by
revelations’ epiphanies cumulative, eventually got his … bye and bye.
We three brothers yearn, for riches and for power. You, got yours. Don, got his.
Art, in freedom and anonymity by revelation and epiphany … got his.
Kim: More-Mart greeter Arthur’s a Prodigal Son, of his Father. He’s your brother.
e’s Don’s brother too. We three yearn, for riches … and for … power.
All kidding aside, Kim. Don’s your Cain-like … megalomaniacal … cyber, brother.
And humble More-Mart greeter Arthur’s a Prodigal Son, of his Father.
Due to Kim Jong un’s deity personality, a casket in the foreground, is, incredibly,
to ceremonially, sanctify … and forever, shelter … his bullshit, buried.
A casket accents Kim’s deity personality. A casket’s to bury and … ceremonially,
sanctify, the sanctimonious, and sacrilegious bullshit, there … buried.
http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAs5Xv1?ocid=st
Drones easily could have killed the DPRK’s sovereign Kim, in a royal outhouse on
this festive, royal, dump, occasion. Festive, for Kim. Others, fear Kim.
http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AAs5Xv1?ocid=st
Here (see pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf), lunatics, are everywhere. Everywhere.
Like over there. Over there, in the darkness. Light … not everywhere.
JUST SAY NO
RELAX URANTIA! Buzz, Art’s trusty cyber-spy-fly, espies from walls, everywhere.
Between Kim, Don and Moon … lunatics seem virtually … everywhere.
At last night’s soiree, Kim fully agreed, with Donald and with Arthur. Persuasive,
indeed, would be, poetry-prose-music-propaganda, drones … coercive.
A lip-flapping president, immodestly, self-described as, modern-day, presidential.
DEPLORABLE! However, he is, awfully … modern-day … presidential.
Kim nodded affirmatively. Unacceptably persuasive would be … coercive replies
whether poetry, prose or music. NO TO DRONES lying in … my skies.
No. Absolutely not. No to drones flying and lying in and over North Korean skies
sovereign, in a sovereign land. Pray, tell me, the drones … shan’t fly.
Art glanced over to Don. Pulsating lips, just beginning their anticipated vibrating.
Art, pushed ‘mute’. Embracing Kim, Art said to him, “Time for healing.”
“DUDE! Wake the fuck up! Ye’ve just fired two missiles over Japan. Your unclean
hands are, as Professor Lawson might say, filthily, unclean.
Filthily unclean, Kim, are bloody, hands. Kim reeks, of Satan’s sulfur. Ye’d best in
good faith, negotiate with Don. Then the Art said to them …
“I’m smart! I, know words! I wrote (ed. note: NOT!) The Art Of The Deal.” Arthur
pushed mute on his remote, finding pathetic, a lip, flapper.
Pathetic, lip … flappers. A pet peeve … of Art’s. Bad enough, from run-of-the-mill
citizens. His so-called speech (and speeches), speak of Americans … very ill.
A lip-flapping president, immodestly, self-described as, modern-day, presidential.
DEPLORABLE! A presidency, however, awfully, modern-day … presidential.
PROPAGANDA DRONES
Art’s poetry-prose-music-propaganda drones. Measures so effectively … coercive,
and inherently non-violent. Eminently sensible. And especially, persuasive.
On the megalomaniacs, Don and Kim and Art: On madcap, games of thrones. On
the acting of maybe mad, mad, men and Art’s poetry … propaganda, drones.
Security demands that we keep all plans, save lunch, from Don. His are loose lips
mounted low, very low, on his hips. Once told something, vibrate, his … lips.
Xi, Don, Abe and Moon have top-secret plans for top-secret gifts, for brother, Kim.
Pardon me. Did I say Don? Security demands that we keep plans … from him.
Guarded, top-secretly: Top-secret plans of Xi, Don, Abe and Moon’s … for brother,
Kim. A gift … weaponized … from Kim’s so emergently, pissed-off … brothers.
We, Kim and Don hereby order, that all global citizens meet, via twitter, in space.
We order that citizens CONCURRENTLY view Art’s images to and from, space.
http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/resources/7656?category=images#.WbugZ-YjK6w.twitter
On the megalomaniacs, Don and Kim and Art: On madcap, games of thrones. On
the acting of maybe, mad, mad men and Art’s poetry … propaganda … drones.
KIM’S SUN TSU
Arthur, mind you, dear lector (like all modern generals), is a student of Kim’s Sun
Tsu. Art Everman’s military strategies reflect Kim and the venerable … Sun.
That Kim is Korean and Sun is Chinese is precisely the point of this epic, exercise.
That a tell-tale humanity is made a tall tale. Total, obfuscation. Totally, lies.
SETTING, CHARACTERS, CONFLICT
Tall tales are fictional. But beware this tale’s nonfictional location. It’s a setting in
dire need of an adequate medium, of cross-cultural pedagogic, instruction.
Verily beware this tale’s fictionally nonfictional, setting. A one and only Earth i.e.,
Urantia. We’ve sent Art to empower ye by the power of Penemue’s poetry.
Kim, Don and Art amuse. Three characters, use 140 of them, to muse on history’s
muses, poets, philosophers and scientists. The dead, on dead on … history.
Tall tales are generally if not by definition fictional. Is this exception? Resolution
is an author’s privilege. Lectors may scroll to ends; if they, can find them.
An alchemical algorithm is this tall tale, in the lingua franca, of the King’s English,
unencrypted. Not just for the English anymore is the language, of English.
For relatively rich is the language of English. By word count, the richest language.
But words oft get in the way. So, combo the pics, with prose … and poetry.
And set the two to music, in this case, NORTH-Korean-like, to make number three,
the music that enraptures, in all the Urantian languages, so enthrallingly.
ONE HUNDRED ONES
A Korean. Two Americans; one of the first class, Don, and one of the second, Art.
And the one of the second class is of the ninety-nine. Don’s … of one … apart.
“We have been kicking the can down the road, and we are out of road,” says HR,
of Kim on rapprochement. There’s no there (road) there. None. So says HR.
There’s no there (road to peace) there, says HR … between … Donald, and … Kim.
Prolog to epilogs: Of real news in fake-time. On Don and Kim and Art; war’s fog,
defoggers. On (wo)man’s great prolog forward, toward, ever greater, epilogs.
Then Penemue said to Art. “Ponder … first. Only, thereafter, pen. For … what ye
have to say, albeit fundamental, sounds radically revolutionary to too, many.
JERRY’S COMEDY
Jerry’s comedy about nothing, has nothing, on Art’s comedy. For Arts’s comedy,
is about everything. Caveat. Dear, lector: This long poem’s, epically lengthy.
For photo-prose-poetry IS humanity’s best weapon, against the weapons of war,
of Don and Kim. Mightier than swords … pens, after all! And pics, far, more.
Worth more are pictures than countless words. Children! Citizens! Lend … me,
Ham, your ears. Hear Art’s, Dear John. If Urantia’s (Earth’s) Angel-Trainee,
Art Everman, fails in his mission impossible, what’s never happened … happens.
Arthur shan’t earn, angel wings! “No big deal,” thinks meanly, aloud, the Don.
But if Arthur earns not his coveted wings … da shit … will really start happening.
Only, faster. Much, faster. For now, it’s just Don and the Kim … a-threatening.
I’m pissed. Ye’ve no idea what Art’s suffered through. I Hamlet … of Willy fame,
madman, Prince of Denmark, am but one of many narrators, to ye … entertain.
For I Willy’s Hamlet, noble ignoble,was a fool too. And we who pen from graves,
pen, hoping your children pen, and pray, too. Ne’er again, be ruled, by knaves.
DO GOOD OR DO EVIL
Kim and Don know. Deepak, well, has taught them: No matter the situation … evil,
lurks. Remind, yourself, “I have choices, to make. Do good … or do … evil.”
And so Arthur’s brothers Kim and Don knew, having played as well Ouija just a day
before that Arthur was very easily confused by his choices, most, everyday.
By the time then that they next played their favorite game of Monopoly, Kims’ Kim,
and the Don had a fix … in. Ganged up on Art were the Donald and the Kim.
Donald and Kim ganged up on Art when they next played … Monopoly. Conspiracy,
in a Monopoly, game. Imagine. A prodigal son, born of a game of Monopoly.
They knew better. Deepak, well, had taught them: No matter, the situation … evil,
lurks. Remind yourself, “I have choices to make …. Do good … or do evil.”
AN ORIGINAL SIN
Verily, it depends on both the Kim and the Donald. Verily too, it now also depends
on that also, Hamlet-like, ham, Arthur. All in all, all, depends, on them.
Propaganda drones, bombing Pyongyang; an infinitesimal part of a much … larger
story. Kim’s the dictator. Don’s the speller. Art, an astonished, writer.
Kim’s the dictator. Don’s the speller (builder and the dictator, wannabe). Arthur’s
the writer of Pen’s poetry and, the prodigal, brother, of his … brothers.
A prodigal to Kim and the Don has been their brother, Art. The reason underlying,
Art’s sojourns abroad? It’s the reason’s why Kim and Don … keep lying.
The reason why Kim and the Don, even to this day lie, so ever constantly, fatefully,
is owing to a playing one day of the simple board game of … Monopoly.
A game of Monopoly’s the reason why, Kim and the Don … , even to this day, ever
constantly, lie. From that day onward they’ve had no Thought Adjuster.
Enter, to the rescue the ever wannabe, prodigal brother, and now, Angel-Trainee,
Arthur Everman. To save his brothers, Kim and Don and all, humanity.
KIM, DON AND ART: ANTIHEROES, GOOGLED
No one’s noticed that Kim, Don and Art have a back-channel … of communication.
Communicating nightly, they refrain from any diurnal, communications.
This they do because it daily, keeps them apart. A reminder of when chosen men,
like Goliath, like David, did battle in proxy of their respective, tribesmen.
So best kept apart are, says their brother, Art, Kim and Don. Given their druthers,
they’d, in a cage, in an extravaganza, settle matters, one way or another.
Given that it is what it is, though, that’s not happening! So Art turned to … Google.
Google’s (forbear for odd names) great, for names, needed to be, googled.
The dictator Kim the visionaries (now deceased), see, at evening soirees … starkly,
contrast with the reckless and diabolical Kim … the one … ye see … on TV.
And the builder, the speller here, is also at Art’s soirees unlike the fake, daily, Don,
ye daily, see on TV. Here he is a humble … and a seemingly heroic … Don.
Art too, at his soirees, differs from the daily, introverted, Art. Like … Kim and Don,
he is megalomaniacal. Megalomaniacs nightly, exercising … imagination.
NIKKI’S DIPLOMACY, TRADITIONAL
Warmongering by Kim Jong un’s DPRK, is, under international law, done illegally.
So thinks (allegedly), More-Mart greeter Arthur Everman, very extra legally.
Treat not lightly, Arthur’s opinion. Not, because it’s Art’s. It’s because his opinion
is rightly the distinguished opinion of academic in the field, Arthur Lawson.
Lawson’s, THE PRESENT STATUS OF PROPAGANDA IN INTERNATIONAL LAW; an
authoritative statement of the law …. So sayeth Art … of @chachomanopapa.
@WHNSC @StateDept @DeptofDefense: HR. Rex. Jim. Fair or not, it has befallen
to ye three, of all of the presidents’ men to somehow, neutralize, a madman.
HR. Rex. Jim. Men called to neutralize, however many madmen … may threaten.
ye are called upon to so do, to secure the security of the nation and citizens.
Three, sane men. Two, maybe, insane, men. The maybe, insane ones … weapons,
nuclear, have. Enter Pen. Enter Art. Enter poetry, as an, armed … weapon.
Student of Sun Tsu and More-Mart greeter Art on Art’s three-pronged … strategy.
1st: Nikki’s diplomacy, traditional. Get Xi, and Vlad, to propaganda, agree.
PSY-OPS AND TWITTER DIPLOMACY
2nd: Jim, HR, Rex: Psy-ops. 3rd: Don’s Twitter diplomacy. Lie, Don. Lie to Kim.
You know. Sugar and spice. Everything nice. It’s the nature of diplomacy.
It’s diplomacy, Don. Between parties diplomatic it’s understood that everybody’s
lying. Nikki’s, good. You’re, great. But the generals’, psy-ops … may be key.
Kim knows of psy-ops. He loves his. He hates, yours. Like father, like son … and
grandson. Moon too, knows psy-ops, Kim’s fathers, and playing, his hands.
Don won’t want Kim to know what he’s up to. Don’s generals know of Kim’s fear
of propaganda. And Kim knows not, what’s up with Don. And so, he fears.
Kim, fears. He fears, everyone. He fears, everything. Most of all, Kim fears time.
And propaganda. Kim fears propaganda may rob him, of precious … time.
Moon, the south Korean president, is ex-military. He knows Kim. He knows Kim
goes ballistic whenever southern folk, rain propaganda bombs, upon him.
Kim fears psychological operations. Like regimes. He loves his. He hates, yours.
Like fathers and sons. His; not yours. Moon knows, why Kim fears yours.
ART’S ART
On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries.
Overtly military operation options, are limited. Photo-letter-bomb … Kim!
Three clashes of nations. Three problems. Three opportunities, brothers three,
act out in a subplot of history an interweaving of His story, with our story.
History’s His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. In irony’s wisdom.
Behavior modification, theoretically, is not limited to just individuals only.
On what is, what was and what, may be, learned literati, muse … on … ontology;
like luminaries, western, the likes of, Aristotle, Milton, Locke and Socrates.
Eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad & Gandhi see: Hindsight’s, 20-20.
And they see real folly; their own, and far more importantly … humanity’s.
A still-born, twitter-diplomacy, they fear, they shall see. Say what? Diplomacy,
by Twitter, dead? Sad. Great, could have been, Don’s, Twitter, diplomacy.
Three problems. Two brothers. One story. Tiny subplots of a story … His story,
is man’s history. Tiny subplots of His creation are ye, infinitely, tiny … ye.
ON DON AND XI
Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran,
Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken; his own, frugal … barman.
Don’s made it clear: He shall deal with Kim with or without … China’s Xi’s help.
Don will war against Kim, sans help. He needs but enemies, not any, help.
If Xi’s not going to solve Kim’s North Korea we will, says he. And it’ll be as easy
as ABC. Believe me, no one else can. Only me. Nobody else can. Only me.
If Xi helps that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t … then that won’t be
good for anyone. Simplifying and complicating things: twitter-diplomacy.
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three, problems.
Enter the three brothers, madly, megalomaniacal, with three … quill pens.
PROBLEM OPPORTUNITIES
The two Koreas. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Six … huge opportunities.
Simultaneously, Art’s witless brothers threaten Urantia … devolutionarily.
Three problems. Two brothers. One mini-story. Subplots of a story … His story,
is man’s history. Tiny subplots of His creation are ye, infinitely … tiny, ye.
Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran,
Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken, his own, frugal … barman.
Don’s made it clear: He shall deal with Kim with, or without, China’s Xi’s, help.
Don will war against Kim, without help. He needs but enemies, not help.
If Xi’s China’s not going to solve Kim’s Korea, we will says he. And it’ll be easy,
as ABC. Believe me no one else can. Only me. No one else can. Only me.
If Xi helps, that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t, then, that won’t be
good for no one. Simplifying and complicating is … twitter … diplomacy.
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three, problems.
Enter the three brothers, madly, megalomaniacal with, three quill pens.
TRADING PLACES
But Kim and Don, differ. They dealt with The Devil. They accepted … an offer
from him. An offer they couldn’t refuse. Their souls, for earthly power.
And riches. And luxury. Don’s lot is to be in the company … along with Abel’s
bros, Cain, Adolph, Alex, Attila, Napoleon and lots, of other, little people.
Whether ye want it or not, ye are bros. Art’s bros … Kim and Don … like Abel,
and like Cain. But it was by his nature that Cain was less able than Abel.
None of them need suffer. Not Kim. Not Don. And not Art. Three … brothers,
are Kim Don and Art. Whether they want to be or not they are brothers.
Tiny subplots of His story, the stories of Kim, Don and Art, the three brothers,
megalomaniacal. No one of them need suffer, if all of them, are brothers.
The Devil made them offers that they could not refuse. They accepted, offers.
The terrible truth is that Kim and Don, for power, their souls, bartered.
The Urantia Book, aka The Urantia Papers or The Fifth Epochal … Revelation;
its authors or author unknown have made of it a mystery … revelation.
ENTER THE BARBARIAN
Too many enemies, hath the Donny. To them hath been added … on.barbarian.
Lips and mouth are his own worst enemy. Parts, parted from, the soul, of Don.
Community, selflessness, the acquisition of wisdom … and … sharing it. Kim
and Don, went to school. Yet, soulless are Art’s brothers, Don and Kim.
In imaginations, where Art knows no fear, he’d renew the souls, of Kim and Don.
Ham (Hamlet) hammed it up on Arthur, last night. At last evening’s daily soiree, said he,
“Desperate times call for desperate measures. May your tweets be, ‘spammy’.”
Laughter ensued. Art laughed. The dead laughed. Laughing too too were Don and Kim.
Shared, laughter. A good, sign. Of shared, community. Of a shared … wisdom.
Art, blushed. The assembled poets, laughed. Then Art replied, “Desperate times verily
do call for desperate measures, my dear … Prince of Denmark … my Hammy.”
“May your tweets be spammy.” Funny guy, that Hamlet, Prince Regent, of Denmark.
A tragi-comic, ironic character. A perfect, master, of ceremonies … to remark.
Don, having scorched the earth under every one of his enemies, even of friends, enemies
he makes. He’s in his element, among enemies. Shall they become, too many?
Blacks. Whites. Jews. Hindus. Muslims. Russians. Puerto Ricans. Americans. Koreans.
Chinese. Vietnamese. And lots of Christians. Lots and lots of enemies, has he.
Don’s USS John S. McCain, is leak-proof. Don’s battle plan calls for a war with Kim to
prevent war with Kim, to win!
URANTIAN IRONIES
Elsewhere in the universe, Urantian ironies are albeit figuratively, killing us, heavenlies.
as they literally, kill ye. Art’s allegory is in the Greek tradition of Homer’s … Odyssey.
Elsewhere in the universe, Urantian ironies are albeit, figuratively, killing us, heavenlies.
as they literally, kill ye. Art’s allegory is in the Greek tradition of Homer’s, Odyssey.
Don’s got enemies. Still, he’s Art’s brother. Albeit being the sons, of fathers, and mothers,
other, Don, Kim and Art, due to a twitter connection, are aloof; yet, cyber brothers.
THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES 