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 about nothing has nothing on Art’s comedy.  For Arthurs’s comedy

is about everything.  Caveat.  Dear lector:  This long poem is, epically lengthy.

Ironically, photo-poetry may be humanity’s best weapon against weapons, of war,

of Don and Kim.  Mightier than swords are pens, after all!  And pics far more.

Far more are worth pictures, than countless words.  Children!  Citizens!  Lend me,

Ham … ears.  Hear, Arthur Everman.  For, if Urantia’s (Earth’s) Angel-Trainee,

Art Everman, fails in his mission impossible what’s never happened, shall happen.

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 am pissed.  Ye’ve no idea what Art has 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, too.  To ne’er again … be ruled … by knaves.


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 … the 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.”


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.


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.


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.  Art’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.”


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.


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.
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.


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 … 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.


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.

astern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad and 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.


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.


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 min-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.



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.


The acquisition of wisdom.  And, sharing it. On Urantia, soulless are, Kim … and the Don.

But in imaginations, where we know no fear, renew the souls, of Kim and Don.

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 do verily

call for desperate measures, my dear, fictional Prince of Denmark, my Hammy.”

“May your tweets be spammy.”  Funny guy, that Hamlet, the Prince Regent, of Denmark.

A tragi-comic, ironic … character.  A perfect, master, of ceremonies … to remark.

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’.”

Way too many, enemies, hath the Donny.  To their number, add Bannon … the barbarian.

Lips and mouth are his own worst enemy.  Parts, parted from, the soul, of Don.

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, are killing us … figuratively … as they, literally … kill ye.  So we

are sending Art and his epic poetry, in the

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