Thanks, to ye, Donald John Trump, the, 45th President, of the United States … of America. Thanks to ye, the constancy of His pendulum’s swing, unmasks … an … evil … agenda.

This epic poem, written, in the ancient Greek tradition, by Puerto Rico’s Arthur Everman, algorithm … is.  Algorithms are, Twitter will tell ya, but sets, of logical … instructions.

Aptly entitled NUMBER:LETTER::PROLOG:EPILOG, Arthur’s poem is, one, long, algorithm. An algorithm expressed as analogy, allegory to His numbers, and a lettered, wisdom.

An allegory is Arthur’ homage to the poets, to His numbers and a wisdom, born of letters. What wisdom, there is, that is.  For a self-named ‘wise man’ oft acts, far less lettered.

Witness, Kim.  And, Don.  And, Art.  A megalomaniacally, lying, duo, Kim and Don, allied, against, their very own blood.  For, Arthur, like his brothers, world-wide, well … lie.

Accomplished liars are (wo)men.  We lie about everything.  To anyone.  To everyone.  We  are as it were, hard-wired to lie.  Witness, in sales, puffery.  And Twitter, Diplomacy.

For more than couplet verses, serially connected, is this critically alchemical, instruction. To all, but especially to Art Everman’s, megalomaniacal, brothers … Kim … and Don.

been taken.” So said Don, on the surface of the moon, last night, to Kim and Arthur.”

Donald’s losing … it!  Deconstructing, states.  Abdicating, leadership.  Withdrawing, from treaties.  A GOP is finding it unsustainably torturous defending him, himself … from.

Kim’s losing it too.  Unreported, because of the Hermit Kingdom’s, hermetic

As it would be “very, very nice” if Don and Kim, already brothers, became (BFF), friends. To that end Kim and Don would give us wisdom in a name: homo, sapiens, sapiens.

 

INTRODUCTION

Tragic, as ever.  Comic, more recently.  And tragi-comic, still.  Until Kim and Don’s falling bombs, perhaps, some day, leave ye with a day’s remains for life, for life, sustaining.

Tragic.  And comic.  And near idyllic, for one, percent.  And for the remaining, struggling ninety-nine, percent, fifty shades of intolerable, tolerating.  A tipping point’s tipping.

Ye who so obliviously race, through space, are … as a consequence of your obliviousness, literally racing now, as well, more than ever, against time, so inexorably, relentless.

Prologs, to epilogs, are actions.  And omissions to act.  Ominously, the Donald’s revealing, gaffes, less comically than tragically, to ye, revealing.  Ominously, Don, is revealing,

his colors, and his color, to ye.  Red, white and blue.  And white, respectively.  His father’s KKK sympathies documented, support reasoning:  Donald favors some, over others.

Donald favors some citizens over others.  Considered objectively Kim does so too, clearly. Cyber spy-fly, Buzz, Art’s crime-busting partner, has taped … words and acts … truly.

Both of them feel trapped.  Both, are unfit.  Neither of them can be trusted, to do the right thing.  Both feel trapped.  Both, are unfit.  And both, know not … wrong … from right.

Donald has been popularizing, in modern, marketing, the concept of personal ‘branding’ of products, disgracefully, benefitting too, from the legal fiction of … ‘ghostwriting.

Donald has been popularizing, in modern, marketing, the concept of personal ‘branding’

of products, disgracefully, benefitting too, from the legal fiction of … ‘ghostwriting.

Don’s smart.  He knows words.  And, he has, says he, one of the best memories of all time.

Allegedly.  Children’s books, maybe.  But, ‘The Art of the Deal’.  No way, it could be.

Prior to the presidency, Donald had also been, ‘The Apprentice’, television series, hosting

and producing it, for the treatment of megalomania, and dissemination, of brand.

As of 2017, he was the 544th richest person in the world, with an estimated net worth of $3.5 billion.

 

 

President Teflon, Don.  Like a long-ago former self, a petulant child, Donald instinctively,

President Don’s evil persona has had a tarnishing effect on near everyone throughout an

administration whose actions prove, that a failure to plan, is to fail, a GREAT plan.

A PROFILE IN COURAGE

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus:  Get on the right side, of God … and US.

How many illuminating revelations are there, in a startling, epiphany?  cc:  @potus

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump the @flotus: Do the right thing for God, and by US,

your beloved adopted, country. To do so … do … do. Do not … not, do. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus: Put in practice for 300,000,000 of US,

Golden, Rules; applying the Rules, whenever, and wherever, possible. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus: Ye are where He has ye, for all of US.

For Golden Rules do rule nearly everywhere in the Master, Universes. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: The Golden Rule is an opportunity for US

to timely evolve from, dangerous devolution from Him, to Him, for US. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: Melania. do not omit, to timely act, for US.

Pain awaits, no matter what.  Don?  Or humanity?  Please do, act for us. cc: @potus

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: Ye have callings, wife-cancelling, for US.

Do it for Brandon.  Act, on your maternal instincts.  For, him.  For, US.  cc:  @potus

HANDWRITING ON WALLS

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

Melania sees dark handwriting on the walls of all rooms of the New City’s Trump Tower,

Florida’s, Mar-a-Lago and a House, White. Impeachment’s coming, sooner or later.

Impeachment, is coming. Sooner, or later. And, in one way, or, another. The First Lady,

Melania, understands Don’s native English better, than does her husband, the Don.

At this rate, impeachment comes. Sooner or later. One way, or another. The First Lady,

Melania, has an immigrant’s accent. And yet one more, uniquely, immigrant story.

Melania, has a charming, accent. She speaks, reads and comprehends English, far better

than him. Sad. That a degree from Penn’s Wharton, produced not one, any better.

 

 

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come, auguring an age, still, better.

Melania’s on a mission. A mission implausible, possible only, on Arthur’s Twitter.

 

 

LITTLE LYIN’ DON

 

 

Don’s boiling over. Bob’s playing him. A two-stage indictment strategy is demonstrating,

 

 

 

that Don’s out of his league. More importantly, the president’s men, Bob is turning.

Two early indictments, were bait. Don bit. “No collusion,” in his vindication, he crowed.

And whatsoever he crows and whatsoever the truth of it, Sarah knows too to crow.

To eat crow. And, so publicly. Furthermore, from the looks of things, Don shall be eating

crow, indefinitely. For George, unbeknownst to Donald, has been, a wire, wearing.

Tragi-comedy. The Greeks may have popularized it but they didn’t invent it. Is Michael,

Don’s, disgraced ex National Security Adviser, also, cooperating? Et, tu … Michael?

 

And so it’s back to this tragi-comic reality. An American citizenry, conned, is ashamedly,

stunned, by a timeline so coincidentally, incriminatory. Tragedy, none too funny.

 

Two of Don’s ex-men (Paul is one) charged in fake, Russia, investigation. Another, to fake

charges, pleads guilty. A harbinger for Donald’s men that awaiting, are jails, fake.

MICHAEL’S SOLILOQUY

Michael @MMFlint does US proud, firing acidly caustic, verbal bombs. Don’s presidency,

says Michael, is a ‘total bomb’. Then, Michael went on, an eleven-tweet … soliloquy.

LITTLE LYIN’ DON

Senator Bob’s saying Oval Office is become an “adult day care center” and that the Donny

has been so recklessly behaving, he’s setting US “on the path to … World War … III.”

Don hasn’t denied that war is his heart’s desire. “We were on the wrong path before,” he

said. “We are on the right path right now, believe me.” Ye’ve got to be kidding me.

Truly, it’s the ‘believe me’ part of anything that the Don says, that has been for everyone,

a gigantic red flag. Just ask the First Lady, Melania. Or, just ask, virtually, anyone.

 

For if anyone knows Don, it’s Melania. If she’d just say Don’s unfit as First Lady, she’d be

performing a public service, under the circumstances, beyond just … extraordinary.

Kim’s threat to atmospherically test ought arouse slumbering nations to collective action

beyond hand-wringing, patchwork sanctions and … resolutions of … condemnation.

Recapping, anew. Three, aircraft carriers. Closure of all communications, back-channel.

The chilling, clarification, remains. Kim’s assured US. Their test threats, are literal.

INTRODUCTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tragic, as ever. Comic, more recently. And tragi-comic, still. Until Kim and Don’s falling

bombs, perhaps, some day, leave ye with a day’s remains for life, for life, sustaining.

Tragic. And comic. And near idyllic, for one, percent. And for the remaining, struggling

ninety-nine, percent, fifty shades of intolerable, tolerating. A tipping point’s tipping.

Ye who so obliviously race, through space, are … as a consequence of your obliviousness,

literally racing now, as well, more than ever, against time, so inexorably, relentless.

Prologs, to epilogs, are actions. And omissions to act. Ominously, the Donald’s revealing,

gaffes, less comically than tragically, to ye, revealing. Ominously, Don, is revealing,

his colors, and his color, to ye. Red, white and blue. And white, respectively. His father’s

KKK sympathies documented, support reasoning: Donald favors some, over others.

Donald favors some citizens over others. Considered objectively Kim does so too, clearly.

Cyber spy-fly, Buzz, Art’s crime-busting partner, has taped … words and acts … truly.

Both of them feel trapped. Both, are unfit. Neither of them can be trusted, to do the right

thing. Both feel trapped. Both, are unfit. And both, know not … wrong … from right.

KIM’S WARNING

 

KIM’S WARNING: Coming soon. Kim’s deadly radioactivity. One tweet. Three brotherly,

addresses (Don, Kim and UN). Seven and one half billion, correspondence, copies.

On two wise brothers; the warrior Presidents (Kim and Don) and More-Mart Greeter (Art,

their prodigal, third brother) and on an algorithmic Kim-Don Plan, written, by Art.

On an algorithmic, Kim-Don Plan for Peace by Art, so thoughtfully composed and so near

perfectly formatted to enhance eureka effects, elicited by … prayers … He … hears.

Kim has told Don and humanity: Thermonuclear atmospheric test threats ought literally

be taken. Wherefore: Coming soon to theaters of war near you: My radioactivity.

Recapitulating. Two, aircraft carriers. Suspension of all communications, back-channel.

And a chilling, clarification. Kim assures US. Atmospheric test threats, are literal.

Grandstanding. Tits, for tats. Upping the antes, against whomever might dare, to wither,

not, in the face of raw, psychopathy, in the face, of Art’s back-stabbing … brothers.

Donald. And trouble. They go, together. Like Rubles. And Russians. Donald needs Kim,

dead. Not alive. Kim knows. Kim thinks twice not, when murdering a next of kin.

Countless readers across the Grand Universe. Near none, on Urantia … Then … EUREKA!

Two Urantian children, two Scots, occasioned Arthur’s, Archimedes-like, EUREKA!

Lol. A little humor to temper the seeming distempers of the less than brotherly, brother-

Presidents, Kim, and Don. More-Mart Greeter Arthur, is a prodigal … 3rd, brother.

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear

proliferation. Arthur Everman is leaking it, to an algorithmically, diplomatic, end.

The eureka effect refers to the common human experience of understanding suddenly

a previously incomprehensible problem or concept, finally.

The effect, also known as the aha! moment, or eureka moment, is commonly

also known as an insight, a revelation or even … an … epiphany.

 

 

Insight has two phases. First a problem’s solution, comes to an impasse. Then, from

thinking out of a metaphysical box comes … a solution.

From thinking ‘out’ of metaphysical boxes, come unforeseen solutions. As when one,

metaphysically moves oneself in relation, to the problem.

As when Art, Kim and Don in evenings of days ‘soiree’; picnicking of wine and cheese.

With philosophers, scientists and poets … they dine.

LEAKING, DIPLOMATICALLY

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear

proliferation. Arthur Everman is leaking it, to an algorithmically, diplomatic, end.

Diplomatic, in more ways, than one. For the Kim-Don Plan written by Art, is diplomatic,

both in the time-honored, traditional sense and in Don’s legacy, twitter-diplomacy.

Twitter-diplomacy. Crass misnomer, considering some of Don’s belligerent and distinctly

undiplomatic, sentiments. Nonetheless, it shall be, of the Donald, a lasting, legacy.

Twitter-diplomacy may for a time be for the Don a positive legacy. Negatives outnumber

his lone positive, well, as plural is to, singular. He is, however, plurally … singular.

Singular, as in unique. How’s that for understatement? Art’s been understated about overgot a platform problem. He

 

For a potentiating art, it seems to Art, should, to make a point overstate

A question timely amongst the many prompted lately, by Art’s brothers, Kim

and Don. By their seeming, recklessness. By acting on mere whims.

“Tweeting Kim and Don (@uriminzok & @potus) diplomatically are the children.

For your children may most dramatically send messages to them.”

 

“We too Steve are enlisting a ground-swelling, grass-roots army of tweeters, tweeting,

 

diplomatically … atwitter.”

 

On composing word-weaponizing, couplets (tweet-sized, epigrams), to Kim and the Don.

 

To galvanize world global opinion away from devolution and toward … evolution.

 

Jimmy’s offering to Don regarding Kim: China can’t reign Kim in. Kim’s never even been

 

to China. Count not Don, on Xi, to counter Kim. Count rather, on Arthur Everman.

 

Last evening’s soiree featured a surprise address from Donald’s presidential predecessor,

 

#39, Jimmy. Jimmy offered himself, to Don, for US, as a front-channel, negotiator.

 

 

 

That was noble of Jimmy, already widely-known, for his nobility. But alas, Jimmy’s offer

 

on deaf ears fell. Checks and balances, failing, ‘bombs away,’ is in Donald’s nature.

 

‘Bombs away’ is in Don’s nature. On deaf ears, has fallen whatever advice has ever been

 

given him. Fail-safe checks and balances (the Cabinet and his generals), are failing.

 

There’s space enough, in the vast space of a tweet, to at last realize the hope once Edward

 

expressed when he penned that pens, someday might be … mightier than … swords.

For within such vast spaces, nonetheless, physically limited … virtually … all thought, fits.

Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom.

With tall, immigrant-proof, walls. And, nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear, weapons.

HERMIT KINGDOMS

Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom.

With tall, immigrant-proof, walls. And, nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear, weapons.

Kim dictates over a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Arthur wants his, His to be.

A conflict beyond that of Kim’s DPRK with Don’s US, Moon’s ROK and near everybody.

True megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur. Each, has global aspirations. Already,

Kim dictates over, a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Art wants his, His to be.

Megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur Everman. Each, has global aspirations. Kim

dictates over his kingdom. Art wants peace. Don wants to dictate his whims like Kim.

Kim’s saying Don’s worse than Hitler. He’ll kill mankind, Kim’s saying, undiplomatically.

Kim ups the ante, publicly. Kim knows Don lies. So, Kim-Don’s Plan’s, in jeopardy.

Kim is Don’s brother. He knows that Don, is not trustworthy. That, Don’s like him. Only

Art amongst the three brothers is at all, trustworthy. Only Art, has any credibility.

CASH AND CANDY

On Don’s top-secret order, secretly being readied are drones bearing cash, candy and all

manner of gifts from one brother to another and a people behind, a GREAT, WALL.

Being readied are bank notes, in prose, financial. American, dollars. Chinese, renminbi.

Being readied are, Kim most fears, Donald’s propaganda-drones of cash and candy.

Art’s using Don’s legacy Twitter-diplomacy to tweet truth. Ironic. A Prevaricator-in-Chief

for US. A Deity-in Chief for them. US, vs them. Again. War. Again. Then …. Grief.

Grief. Again. But, because of the nature, and number of your weapons, Kim and Donny,

the responsibility for billions of fatalities, shall fall, in the main, principally, on ye.

This Monday past America and and South Korean began a 10-day, joint, naval exercise in

shows (for public, consumption) of force, to frighten, a presumably, fearful … Kim.

Shows of force. LOL. Do not make us, laugh. For, it is no SHOW of force, if NOBODY sees

it. But on Don’s orders, secretly being readied are drones bearing cash, and candy.

TWEET TO THEM

Imagine. Just doing it. Tweeting (@uriminzok) to Kim. Telling Kim, oh so diplomatically,

what ye think. Not of him. Tell him rather of our situation, precarious … mutually.

Similarly, imagine, tweeting Don. Then, just do it. Tell him too, what ye think. Opine on,

issues. And tell your issue. And if an issued child tell your friends to tweet to them.

Imagine, too just doing it (UGH. LOL), to Don. Tweeting (@potus) to Don. Telling Donald,

very diplomatically, bad karma’s a bitch. Be one of many, to be counted by Donald.

That your legatee children might be the moral force multiplier, transformative, changing

sovereign-based paradigms extant, to humanity-based ones, is well worth imagining.

Changing sovereign-based paradigms to human-based ones are evolutionarily, naturally,

occurring processes, too challenging for your Satanically misled Urantian, humanity.

Meanwhile, a secretive NYC backchannel competes with Art’s poetic one on Twitter, to be

Urantia’s best and last hope, to avoid, very possibly, a nuclear-winter, style, calamity.

But the real ‘secret’ is that no backchannel anywhere can compete with the real, TRUTH,

out front, and center. Arthur’s Everman’s Twitter-diplomacy, is tweeting a … TRUTH.

CAIN AND ABLE, REPRISED

The weaponization of words is a time-honored art, albeit, it’s been largely lost, to history.

Weaponize your words, world. Address, apt, addressees. One is Kim. One is Donny.

 

@potus @realdonaldtrump is an apt, addressee. As are, @uriminzok @narendramodi

@moonjaein_ @xijingping @khamenei_ir @netanyahu and @nbc’s, @jdbmsnbc.

Whoops! Arthur left un-capitalized the first word, in that last tweet, to his cyber brother,

Don. Don is rich, powerful, and president. Poor as dirt, is More-Mart greeter, Arthur.

Rich and powerful, too, is Kim. Not as rich nor as powerful, as Donald. A sibling rivalry,

rivalling that of the Scriptures’, Cain and Able, allegorically, and so … tragi-comically.

And it was just that: Tragi-comic, epic poetry that Penemue the Watcher, commissioned,

in an alleged dream, of Arthur’s. “Write to your brethren,” Pen … had commissioned.

“Write to your brethren,” Pen had commissioned, “of their tragi-comedy, epically. Write,

through them, especially, to children. Let legatees, rightful, to Kim and Don … write.”

“Your kids, the rightful legatees of Urantia, may very well be, the moral force-multiplier,

nations need to negate the destructive influence of Kim and Don, of hate, purveyors.

The weaponization of words, as art on Urantia, is time, honored. That’s notwithstanding,

that, that is not at all, as things, ought be. On Urantia, nothing normal, is happening.

INTRODUCTION

Arthur’s weapons are the words, in that simplest of verse … the couplet … as in … a tweet.

A tweet. A couplet. As if a connector, between the languages, a 140 character, tweet.

Three Urantian brothers. Two rich, presidents. A poor, More-Mart greeter. Of the three,

two have nuclear weapons. But one’s weapon … is mightier than … twos’ weaponry.

From a golden-haired pea-brain through a mutant mouth and past lips that flap, at times,

incoherently, Don’s own ill-advised, lying words, have Don trapped and out, of time.

Art’s cyber-spy-fly Buzz confirms that Bob’s proofs evidence, Don’s high treason, bribery

and obstruction, of justice. Bob’s proofs come, from Don’s very own mouth, directly.

 

WHAT’S HAPPENING?

Fortunately, timing is everything. So when an iconic blue bird asks, “What’s happening,”

Art answers, “what’s happening,” is answering, “to be, or not, to be,” … for everyone.

To be, or not to be? How many revelations, to an epiphany? And how much light, lights

the light, of enlightenment? Read Scripture. And the UB. Seek, in Scriptures … light.

Non-governmental global citizen Art Everman wants to introduce to the UN the Kim-Don

Plan for peace for the nations. The proposal’s a no-brainer, for the Kim and the Don.

Donald’s gut impulses and impetuous desire for dramatic action are usually dramatically

at odds with norms of the anachronistic nations’ traditional international diplomacy.

But Kim’s, the dictator. Donald is but, a dictator-wannabe. Kim’s alleged crimes may be,

fake, news. But Donald’s crimes, Bob’s proofs, evidence: High … treason and bribery.

THE TALLEST TALE EVER TOLD

This is the very tallest tale ever told. It’s a tall tale of a tall Don, a short Kim and a skinny,

Art, pretty short, too. Three, megalomaniacal, wannabes, are Kim, Donald and Arty.

To be, or not to be? How many revelations, to an epiphany? And how much light, lights

the light, of enlightenment? Read Scripture. And the UB. Seek, in Scriptures … light.

Three wannabes are Kim, the Donald and Art. Kim is, the dictator. Donald, is the speller

and dictator-wannabe. Arthur is a writer of truth, wannabe, too oft a lying, speaker.

In nightly soirees, Kim, Don and Art pen, their epic, poetry. 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.”

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.

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.

STOLEN WAR PLANS

Kim’s hackers have stolen the joint American-S.Korean war plans, including decapitation

plans for Supreme Leader Kim and supporting henchmen. cc: @uriminzok @potus

Kim’s hackers have stolen Don’s war plans, on the very eve, perhaps, of a confrontation.

Donald is posturing and posting belligerently, of destruction, and … deconstruction.

Yet another globally, public, humiliation, for Don’s Americans. Lately, ye get, no respect.

It’s been Vladimir. And Kim. And now it’s both of them treating ye with disrespect.

Mere hours later Don’s bombers have flown again over the peninsula, albeit careful, not

to violate, Kim’s sovereignty. Flights, for public consumption. Picking a fight … not.

Or is he picking a fight? Hoping Kim shall over-react so that Don may in turn, over-react.

A dangerous tit for tat for the two brothers, well-known to be, prone to, over-react.

On droning Kim. Not to kill him (as Don wants), but to expose him (as Art wants), before

his people. Kim fears Moon’s propaganda. He fears Don’s propaganda, even more.

Back-channel communications belie Don’s tweet that ‘only one thing will work’ to disable

Kim. Propaganda drones, generals say, shall bring Kim back to Panmunjom, tables.

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The calm before the storm. An image, heavily laden of anxiety. Not anything one would

say if one at all should want to calm anxious nerves. Saying it, made Don feel good.

The setting of Don’s ‘calm before the storm’ cryptic remark; a formal White House dinner

with First Lady Melania, his generals and their wives. To “What storm,” no answer.

Repeatedly reporters asked, “What storm?” Repeatedly Don coyly, didn’t deign to answer

their questions, apparently well satisfied, with confusion added, by not, answering.

The sly-like, smiling. The wink. The provocative, tweets. All stemming, from a warning,

seeming, to no one in particular, as if a weather report, of ‘a calm before the storm’.

Oh, what a great leader is Don, the 45th President of US. He’s the greatest ever, bar none,

possibly. Nothing at all is getting done legislatively. Deconstruction … is going well.

Don’t misunderstand. Art, defends not, Don. Nor Kim. Blackened hearts, have hardened

them. So far. But they may yet come around, if decisions, their hearts … unblacken.

Fortunately, timing is everything. So when an iconic blue bird asks, “What’s happening,”

Art answers, “what’s happening,” is answering, “to be, or not, to be,” … for everyone.

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Kim’s played into your hands, Don. He’s mocking you President Donald, by ballooned-in,

propaganda leaflets. DON: @Potus ye shan’t be … too long. Act now … against Kim.

Let’s face it. There once was a day, when there were more Russians, than Americans, in

an Oval Office visit by the Russian Ambassador to the Donald … after Don fired Dan.

Don: Turn, the tables on Kim. Drop propaganda, on him. He’s already doing (ballooning

it) it, to the ROK. Kim fears propaganda, bombing! Achilles, to Don, is … beckoning.

It’s up to Rex, HR and the two Jims to act as a buffer against the misfit unfit that’s Don. In

defense of a Constitution are they. And … for billions … guardians. cc: @Scavino45

It’s up to them. And it appears they know … and appreciate their trust. It’s not just about

US, but the more general ‘us’ (humanity), that as US officials, they can’t … talk about.

For Urantians, paradigm change, from the ‘sovereign’ paradigm, to a ‘human’ one, comes,

for ye, later. For ascendant mortals, timing, is everything. Ye must, however, begin.

Timing ‘s everything. Not long for the presidency, ye must now do what ye’ve ne’er done.

For now, ye must act in the best interests of others, as habitually … ye’ve ne’er done.

KIM, DON AND ART: ANTIHEROES, GOOGLED

No one’s noticed that Kim, Don and Art have a secret, back-channels, of communications.

Communicating nightly, the brothers do refrain from any diurnal, communications.

This they do because it daily keeps them apart. A timely reminder of when chosen men,

like Goliath and like David (a boy then), battled in proxy for respective, tribesmen.

So best kept apart are, says their brother, Art, Kim and the Donald. Given their druthers,

they’d, in cages, in Don-promoted, extravaganzas, settle things, one way or another.

But given that it is what it is (both abhor bleeding, personally) … that is … not happening!

So Art turned to Google. For names that need 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.

HYPOCRISY

“Fake news,” says Don over Rex allegedly saying, he is, a moron. But paper towel tossing,

to Maria’s victims; more proof, to an already world-record-thick … lying, pudding.

And a further (seemingly, purposeful), affront to Art, his Puerto Rican brother, knowing,

he’d later be meeting with him (and Kim) at the soiree on the moon, that evening.

To be, or not? Will Kim and Don buy the Kim-Don Plan for Global Peace and Prosperity?

More importantly, will they then enthusiastically sell it, to the global community?

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers laughed, aloud, together. Had Arthur then

said, “no pun intended,” he’d have been lying like both of his lying brothers, then.

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. On coincidence. And synchronicity. And, so incredibly, more.

For coincidence is to synchronicity, as sympathy, is to empathy. So much … more.

And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don

at nightly soirees borne of Penemue’s plan having Kim and Don plan … kingdoms.

More-Mart Greeter Arthur Everman thinks not. On the moon last night Art, Kim and Don

met and greeted, anew. Art, doubts them. He senses lip service, to Plan Kim-Don.

IT IS WHAT IT IS

It is, what it is. What is epilog to prolog is itself, prolog to yet another, succeeding, epilog.

Distinctions critical to understanding purpose for us and … for God … and in, God.

NUMBER:LETTER::PROLOG:EPILOG: Arthur’s twitter-algorithm-derivative … in His verse

epic, to Kim and Donald, resist and reverse. On getting back on track to universes.

A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.

To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse. Poetry,

epic, to resist and

reverse. On getting back on track to universes.

A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.

To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse. Poetry,

epic, to resist and reverse, his lying, brothers, Kim and Don, beautifully … artfully.

Twitter’s social algorithm is become Arthur’s algorithm to reverse what’s socially averse,

become the status, quo: Low-grade, conflict and tension, everywhere … on Earth.

Your Earth (Urantia, to the universes), is gravely, ill. So are ye (wo)men upon it. Gravely

ill are ye and mother, Earth. Too spiritually ill are ye to see and act … visionarily.

PLAN KIM-DON

For (wo)man on Urantia, ages-old devolutionary tendencies, once again reprise. For fear

and yearning, as ever, are, in season. Yearning, for other … days. Of others … fear.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Don and Art. Kim’s for power. Don’s

for riches. Art’s, for wisdom’s riches, and power. For there’s power … in Kim-Don.

Kingdom. A prospect to the three megalomaniacs Arthur, Kim and Don, oh, so appealing.

Kingdom. Kim. Don. On Kingdom, finding and not finding, kingdom, so, fleeting.

Kingdom. And kingdom. An easy decision, for many. A tough one, for some. Like them.

It’s a tough one for both of them. Kim is, as if, King. And a wannabe King, is Don.

INTRODUCTION

Kim already is, as if, King. And albeit Don is president, he harbors, ambitions, secret. An

easy decision, for many, is a tough one, for some. It’s a tough call for both of them.

On your acts, Kim and Don. And your omissions, to act. And thoughts, touching on them.

Buzz sees. Buzz hears. Buzz, Art, is telling. Art is penning, telling poetry, on them.

Kim’s already, as if king. Don’s a Trump. Trumps, trump, kings. Your acts, Kim and Don,

especially, thoughts touching on your omissions to act are, to Buzz’s Arthur, telling.

Arthur’s telling everyone. And their brothers. Albeit Kim and Donald are tribally, closer,

Arthur knows his overriding responsibility is to seven billion of his other brothers.

This then, is the conflict, herein. Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night.

Don’s so-called back-channel diplomatic communications, augur … frightful fights.

Frightful fights are augured between the DPRK, the USA and a … ROK. Fights so frightful,

given a likelihood of the fighting attracting the attention of a China, ever watchful.

INTRODUCTION

This morning, the dateline’s Las Vegas. The headline’s, the deadliest mass shooting in

US history, to date. But, just wait, a spell. Even deadlier ones, may be … awaiting.

All too often, especially, early, in the morning, it’s become painful to answer an iconic

little blue bird’s question of what’s happening? What’s happening, is sadly ironic.

IN CHAINS

Chained. Near, motionless. Able to move, in any direction, only just enough, to confirm,

he’s chained, and on the edge, of an abyss. Pen is in a pickle, Buzz has confirmed.

Chained and on the very edge of a bottomless abyss, in every direction, surrounding him.

Verily, Pen (Penemue) is in a pickle, Buzz confirms. Albeit his being for (wo)man,

the giver of poetry, Pen is a Watcher Angel, tormented. Art’s cyber-spy-fly has confirmed

all this for Art. And what is, and what was. This, and more, Buzz, has confirmed.

He’s chained. Alone. On edge. On edges, of an abyss. Even today, it is, surrounding him.

Anyone that has ever been, in lockup … knows. Being alone until Kingdom come.

A perpetuity.

Penemue’s tale is like your Greek tragedy extended to perpetuity … though.

Heed me silly Urantians (nee Earthlings). Sorry I’m bitter. But better bitter than lesser

than honest. Better bitter, than a liar. Like my brothers, Kim an Don, them lying, icons.

Homo, so-called, sapiens sapiens. LOL. Comic, were it not so, tragic.

Get in the habit of well, getting out of body! The Board of Trustees of Chachomanopapa’s

School of Poetry know sympathy, is prolog to empathy; a fitting, Urantian, epilog.

To best, well get out of body the Board of Trustees of Chachomanopapa’s School of Poetry

recommends, from NASA’s JPL, still photography … pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf

800,000,000 mph speed of, for example, the Solitary Messenger who accompanied the

celestial author of UB

A failure to plan is a plan to fail. And hindsight … is 20-20.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Donald, and Art. Kim’s, is for power.

Don’s, is for riches. Art, not to be outdone, is for wisdom’s … riches and … power.

And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don

at nightly soirees borne of Penemue’s plan to Kim-Don, Kim and Don to kingdom.

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers, laughing loudly aloud, embraced. Arthur,

had he then said, “no pun intended,” would be lying, like his ever-lying brothers.

And that, in a tweet, is the linchpin problem, herein.

Art Everman would be lying (like his brothers, are wont, to do), if he meant no pun, to be

intended … by rhythmic, juxtaposition … epigrammatically, crafted … artistically.

A CRITICAL MASS

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.

In more ways than one. For the Kim-Don model of Twitter-Diplomacy anticipates export

next to Pakistan & India. Then on (and back to) Iran & Israel. Peace … for export!

Take it from Art. Buzz told him. Ye are at critical mass. Kim knows it. Don knows it too.

Kim needs peace to survive. Don needs it, to skip jail. Peace is Art’s, commission.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Donald and Art. Kim’s, is for power.

Don’s, is for riches. Art, not to be outdone, is for the riches and power in wisdom.

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. “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.

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

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.

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

TURN THE TABLES: Kim’s already doing it. Do it to him. Drop propaganda … from US on

Kim.

Whether ye continue to evolve or devolve more rapidly than ye evolve:

That’s what shall determine

Space enough, in the vast space of a tweet, to one’s thoughts, thoughtfully, transmit.

Young and old alike ought tweet Kim & Don (@uriminzok and @potus), for ye

have interests clearly not represented, by Kim … and, the Donny.

The young have reason enough to cast off shackles. And abundant, enthusiasm.

They actually lack nothing, if they’ve got Twitter’s algorithm.

But the old are traditionally too weary. And too fearfully, unaccepting of any

change. The young, in contrast, are well-suited … legatees.

If young folks like Scotland’s @paigenumba & @glesgadelic, actually tweeted

Kim & Don (@uriminzok and @potus) … what might … be tweeted?

Twitter itself is unwittingly the key to successful implementation and exportation

next to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.

of peace and prosperity via Arthur’s Plan, Kim-Don.

For the free export of peace and prosperity, Kim and Don have had Arthur, author

a the Kim-Don Plan for the correction of error, on twitter.

On characters, and settings. Kim. Donald. Korea. Puerto Rico. China. Japan. And, a US

and Russia, former cold-war enemies, turned,

Twitter-diplomacy’s Kim-Don Plan for the export, of peace … and prosperity.

et. al. Art’s Twitter-diplomacy’s

Kim-Don Plan for the export to thepanet, of peace … and prosperity.

Meanwhile back in what’s left of Arthur’s Puerto Rico, thanks to Donald’s, extraordinary

response, four cases of leptospirosis yesterday, seventy-four, today, may, fecally, be.

 

Prayer is, speedy. What philosophically must be, if prayers are to be timely, ignored, or

answered, is. Faster than light, prayer needs to be.

 

Faster than light, prayer, must be. For, of Arthur’s muses, science, the youngest of them,

 

 

is a bright, baby. Jaded religion, lags behind. Aged philosophy, is, of them, wisest.

“The universe shouldn’t exist,” say scientists. The Creator knows better. Ye

know better. For prayer, is … speedy.

Mouths fall, agape. World-wide, agape mouths are falling, still. And that, is not, all. For,

even while falling, they’re hiring lawyers; and wondering: What in hell am I in for?

The rich ones now falling and lawyering-up all about the Don, are wondering too, verily,

what, in hell they’ve done?  What they’re in for not just temporally, but perpetually?

Art begs to ye believe him over his brothers. It’s the ‘believe me’ part of anything

Don says that is, for Urantia, a gigantic, red flag of a warning.

Timelines show that Don (HIMSELF) knew of his collusion months before when

offered were, Hillary e-mails … stolen.

WITHIN HOURS of the release of the Access Hollywood tape, just as suddenly

released were … the e-mails of Hillary.

Conflicts of interest have been alleged against Ryan, Donald’s inferior, Interior Secretary.

Contract winner Whitefish is from Ryan’s Montana hometown only coincidentally.

Just like here in America, tons of money offers lots of security from prosecution. Not

necessarily.  Just ask one Saudi, billionaire … exception.

President Don’s evil persona has had a tarnishing effect on near everyone throughout an

administration whose actions prove, that a failure to plan, is to fail, a GREAT plan.

A PROFILE IN COURAGE

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus:  Get on the right side, of God … and US.

How many illuminating revelations are there, in a startling, epiphany?  cc:  @potus

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump the @flotus: Do the right thing for God, and by US,

your beloved adopted, country. To do so … do … do. Do not … not, do. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus: Put in practice for 300,000,000 of US,

Golden, Rules; applying the Rules, whenever, and wherever, possible. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus: Ye are where He has ye, for all of US.

For Golden Rules do rule nearly everywhere in the Master, Universes. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: The Golden Rule is an opportunity for US

to timely evolve from, dangerous devolution from Him, to Him, for US. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: Melania. do not omit, to timely act, for US.

Pain awaits, no matter what.  Don?  Or humanity?  Please do, act for us. cc: @potus

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: Ye have callings, wife-cancelling, for US.

Do it for Brandon.  Act, on your maternal instincts.  For, him.  For, US.  cc:  @potus

HANDWRITING ON WALLS

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

Melania sees dark handwriting on the walls of all rooms of the New City’s Trump Tower,

Florida’s, Mar-a-Lago and a House, White. Impeachment’s coming, sooner or later.

Impeachment, is coming. Sooner, or later. And, in one way, or, another. The First Lady,

Melania, understands Don’s native English better, than does her husband, the Don.

At this rate, impeachment comes. Sooner or later. One way, or another. The First Lady,

Melania, has an immigrant’s accent. And yet one more, uniquely, immigrant story.

Melania, has a charming, accent. She speaks, reads and comprehends English, far better

than him. Sad. That a degree from Penn’s Wharton, produced not one, any better.

 

 

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come, auguring an age, still, better.

Melania’s on a mission. A mission implausible, possible only, on Arthur’s Twitter.

 

 

LITTLE LYIN’ DON

 

 

Don’s boiling over. Bob’s playing him. A two-stage indictment strategy is demonstrating,

 

 

 

that Don’s out of his league. More importantly, the president’s men, Bob is turning.

Two early indictments, were bait. Don bit. “No collusion,” in his vindication, he crowed.

And whatsoever he crows and whatsoever the truth of it, Sarah knows too to crow.

To eat crow. And, so publicly. Furthermore, from the looks of things, Don shall be eating

crow, indefinitely. For George, unbeknownst to Donald, has been, a wire, wearing.

Tragi-comedy. The Greeks may have popularized it but they didn’t invent it. Is Michael,

Don’s, disgraced ex National Security Adviser, also, cooperating? Et, tu … Michael?

 

And so it’s back to this tragi-comic reality. An American citizenry, conned, is ashamedly,

stunned, by a timeline so coincidentally, incriminatory. Tragedy, none too funny.

 

Two of Don’s ex-men (Paul is one) charged in fake, Russia, investigation. Another, to fake

charges, pleads guilty. A harbinger for Donald’s men that awaiting, are jails, fake.

MICHAEL’S SOLILOQUY

Michael @MMFlint does US proud, firing acidly caustic, verbal bombs. Don’s presidency,

says Michael, is a ‘total bomb’. Then, Michael went on, an eleven-tweet … soliloquy.

LITTLE LYIN’ DON

Senator Bob’s saying Oval Office is become an “adult day care center” and that the Donny

has been so recklessly behaving, he’s setting US “on the path to … World War … III.”

Don hasn’t denied that war is his heart’s desire. “We were on the wrong path before,” he

said. “We are on the right path right now, believe me.” Ye’ve got to be kidding me.

Truly, it’s the ‘believe me’ part of anything that the Don says, that has been for everyone,

a gigantic red flag. Just ask the First Lady, Melania. Or, just ask, virtually, anyone.

 

For if anyone knows Don, it’s Melania. If she’d just say Don’s unfit as First Lady, she’d be

performing a public service, under the circumstances, beyond just … extraordinary.

Kim’s threat to atmospherically test ought arouse slumbering nations to collective action

beyond hand-wringing, patchwork sanctions and … resolutions of … condemnation.

Recapping, anew. Three, aircraft carriers. Closure of all communications, back-channel.

The chilling, clarification, remains. Kim’s assured US. Their test threats, are literal.

INTRODUCTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tragic, as ever. Comic, more recently. And tragi-comic, still. Until Kim and Don’s falling

bombs, perhaps, some day, leave ye with a day’s remains for life, for life, sustaining.

Tragic. And comic. And near idyllic, for one, percent. And for the remaining, struggling

ninety-nine, percent, fifty shades of intolerable, tolerating. A tipping point’s tipping.

Ye who so obliviously race, through space, are … as a consequence of your obliviousness,

literally racing now, as well, more than ever, against time, so inexorably, relentless.

Prologs, to epilogs, are actions. And omissions to act. Ominously, the Donald’s revealing,

gaffes, less comically than tragically, to ye, revealing. Ominously, Don, is revealing,

his colors, and his color, to ye. Red, white and blue. And white, respectively. His father’s

KKK sympathies documented, support reasoning: Donald favors some, over others.

Donald favors some citizens over others. Considered objectively Kim does so too, clearly.

Cyber spy-fly, Buzz, Art’s crime-busting partner, has taped … words and acts … truly.

Both of them feel trapped. Both, are unfit. Neither of them can be trusted, to do the right

thing. Both feel trapped. Both, are unfit. And both, know not … wrong … from right.

KIM’S WARNING

 

KIM’S WARNING: Coming soon. Kim’s deadly radioactivity. One tweet. Three brotherly,

addresses (Don, Kim and UN). Seven and one half billion, correspondence, copies.

On two wise brothers; the warrior Presidents (Kim and Don) and More-Mart Greeter (Art,

their prodigal, third brother) and on an algorithmic Kim-Don Plan, written, by Art.

On an algorithmic, Kim-Don Plan for Peace by Art, so thoughtfully composed and so near

perfectly formatted to enhance eureka effects, elicited by … prayers … He … hears.

Kim has told Don and humanity: Thermonuclear atmospheric test threats ought literally

be taken. Wherefore: Coming soon to theaters of war near you: My radioactivity.

Recapitulating. Two, aircraft carriers. Suspension of all communications, back-channel.

And a chilling, clarification. Kim assures US. Atmospheric test threats, are literal.

Grandstanding. Tits, for tats. Upping the antes, against whomever might dare, to wither,

not, in the face of raw, psychopathy, in the face, of Art’s back-stabbing … brothers.

Donald. And trouble. They go, together. Like Rubles. And Russians. Donald needs Kim,

dead. Not alive. Kim knows. Kim thinks twice not, when murdering a next of kin.

Countless readers across the Grand Universe. Near none, on Urantia … Then … EUREKA!

Two Urantian children, two Scots, occasioned Arthur’s, Archimedes-like, EUREKA!

Lol. A little humor to temper the seeming distempers of the less than brotherly, brother-

Presidents, Kim, and Don. More-Mart Greeter Arthur, is a prodigal … 3rd, brother.

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear

proliferation. Arthur Everman is leaking it, to an algorithmically, diplomatic, end.

The eureka effect refers to the common human experience of understanding suddenly

a previously incomprehensible problem or concept, finally.

The effect, also known as the aha! moment, or eureka moment, is commonly

also known as an insight, a revelation or even … an … epiphany.

 

 

Insight has two phases. First a problem’s solution, comes to an impasse. Then, from

thinking out of a metaphysical box comes … a solution.

From thinking ‘out’ of metaphysical boxes, come unforeseen solutions. As when one,

metaphysically moves oneself in relation, to the problem.

As when Art, Kim and Don in evenings of days ‘soiree’; picnicking of wine and cheese.

With philosophers, scientists and poets … they dine.

LEAKING, DIPLOMATICALLY

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear

proliferation. Arthur Everman is leaking it, to an algorithmically, diplomatic, end.

Diplomatic, in more ways, than one. For the Kim-Don Plan written by Art, is diplomatic,

both in the time-honored, traditional sense and in Don’s legacy, twitter-diplomacy.

Twitter-diplomacy. Crass misnomer, considering some of Don’s belligerent and distinctly

undiplomatic, sentiments. Nonetheless, it shall be, of the Donald, a lasting, legacy.

Twitter-diplomacy may for a time be for the Don a positive legacy. Negatives outnumber

his lone positive, well, as plural is to, singular. He is, however, plurally … singular.

Singular, as in unique. How’s that for understatement? Art’s been understated about overgot a platform problem. He

 

For a potentiating art, it seems to Art, should, to make a point overstate

A question timely amongst the many prompted lately, by Art’s brothers, Kim

and Don. By their seeming, recklessness. By acting on mere whims.

“Tweeting Kim and Don (@uriminzok & @potus) diplomatically are the children.

For your children may most dramatically send messages to them.”

 

“We too Steve are enlisting a ground-swelling, grass-roots army of tweeters, tweeting,

 

diplomatically … atwitter.”

 

On composing word-weaponizing, couplets (tweet-sized, epigrams), to Kim and the Don.

 

To galvanize world global opinion away from devolution and toward … evolution.

 

Jimmy’s offering to Don regarding Kim: China can’t reign Kim in. Kim’s never even been

 

to China. Count not Don, on Xi, to counter Kim. Count rather, on Arthur Everman.

 

Last evening’s soiree featured a surprise address from Donald’s presidential predecessor,

 

#39, Jimmy. Jimmy offered himself, to Don, for US, as a front-channel, negotiator.

 

 

 

That was noble of Jimmy, already widely-known, for his nobility. But alas, Jimmy’s offer

 

on deaf ears fell. Checks and balances, failing, ‘bombs away,’ is in Donald’s nature.

 

‘Bombs away’ is in Don’s nature. On deaf ears, has fallen whatever advice has ever been

 

given him. Fail-safe checks and balances (the Cabinet and his generals), are failing.

 

There’s space enough, in the vast space of a tweet, to at last realize the hope once Edward

 

expressed when he penned that pens, someday might be … mightier than … swords.

For within such vast spaces, nonetheless, physically limited … virtually … all thought, fits.

Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom.

With tall, immigrant-proof, walls. And, nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear, weapons.

HERMIT KINGDOMS

Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom.

With tall, immigrant-proof, walls. And, nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear, weapons.

Kim dictates over a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Arthur wants his, His to be.

A conflict beyond that of Kim’s DPRK with Don’s US, Moon’s ROK and near everybody.

True megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur. Each, has global aspirations. Already,

Kim dictates over, a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Art wants his, His to be.

Megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur Everman. Each, has global aspirations. Kim

dictates over his kingdom. Art wants peace. Don wants to dictate his whims like Kim.

Kim’s saying Don’s worse than Hitler. He’ll kill mankind, Kim’s saying, undiplomatically.

Kim ups the ante, publicly. Kim knows Don lies. So, Kim-Don’s Plan’s, in jeopardy.

Kim is Don’s brother. He knows that Don, is not trustworthy. That, Don’s like him. Only

Art amongst the three brothers is at all, trustworthy. Only Art, has any credibility.

CASH AND CANDY

On Don’s top-secret order, secretly being readied are drones bearing cash, candy and all

manner of gifts from one brother to another and a people behind, a GREAT, WALL.

Being readied are bank notes, in prose, financial. American, dollars. Chinese, renminbi.

Being readied are, Kim most fears, Donald’s propaganda-drones of cash and candy.

Art’s using Don’s legacy Twitter-diplomacy to tweet truth. Ironic. A Prevaricator-in-Chief

for US. A Deity-in Chief for them. US, vs them. Again. War. Again. Then …. Grief.

Grief. Again. But, because of the nature, and number of your weapons, Kim and Donny,

the responsibility for billions of fatalities, shall fall, in the main, principally, on ye.

This Monday past America and and South Korean began a 10-day, joint, naval exercise in

shows (for public, consumption) of force, to frighten, a presumably, fearful … Kim.

Shows of force. LOL. Do not make us, laugh. For, it is no SHOW of force, if NOBODY sees

it. But on Don’s orders, secretly being readied are drones bearing cash, and candy.

TWEET TO THEM

Imagine. Just doing it. Tweeting (@uriminzok) to Kim. Telling Kim, oh so diplomatically,

what ye think. Not of him. Tell him rather of our situation, precarious … mutually.

Similarly, imagine, tweeting Don. Then, just do it. Tell him too, what ye think. Opine on,

issues. And tell your issue. And if an issued child tell your friends to tweet to them.

Imagine, too just doing it (UGH. LOL), to Don. Tweeting (@potus) to Don. Telling Donald,

very diplomatically, bad karma’s a bitch. Be one of many, to be counted by Donald.

That your legatee children might be the moral force multiplier, transformative, changing

sovereign-based paradigms extant, to humanity-based ones, is well worth imagining.

Changing sovereign-based paradigms to human-based ones are evolutionarily, naturally,

occurring processes, too challenging for your Satanically misled Urantian, humanity.

Meanwhile, a secretive NYC backchannel competes with Art’s poetic one on Twitter, to be

Urantia’s best and last hope, to avoid, very possibly, a nuclear-winter, style, calamity.

But the real ‘secret’ is that no backchannel anywhere can compete with the real, TRUTH,

out front, and center. Arthur’s Everman’s Twitter-diplomacy, is tweeting a … TRUTH.

CAIN AND ABLE, REPRISED

The weaponization of words is a time-honored art, albeit, it’s been largely lost, to history.

Weaponize your words, world. Address, apt, addressees. One is Kim. One is Donny.

 

@potus @realdonaldtrump is an apt, addressee. As are, @uriminzok @narendramodi

@moonjaein_ @xijingping @khamenei_ir @netanyahu and @nbc’s, @jdbmsnbc.

Whoops! Arthur left un-capitalized the first word, in that last tweet, to his cyber brother,

Don. Don is rich, powerful, and president. Poor as dirt, is More-Mart greeter, Arthur.

Rich and powerful, too, is Kim. Not as rich nor as powerful, as Donald. A sibling rivalry,

rivalling that of the Scriptures’, Cain and Able, allegorically, and so … tragi-comically.

And it was just that: Tragi-comic, epic poetry that Penemue the Watcher, commissioned,

in an alleged dream, of Arthur’s. “Write to your brethren,” Pen … had commissioned.

“Write to your brethren,” Pen had commissioned, “of their tragi-comedy, epically. Write,

through them, especially, to children. Let legatees, rightful, to Kim and Don … write.”

“Your kids, the rightful legatees of Urantia, may very well be, the moral force-multiplier,

nations need to negate the destructive influence of Kim and Don, of hate, purveyors.

The weaponization of words, as art on Urantia, is time, honored. That’s notwithstanding,

that, that is not at all, as things, ought be. On Urantia, nothing normal, is happening.

INTRODUCTION

Arthur’s weapons are the words, in that simplest of verse … the couplet … as in … a tweet.

A tweet. A couplet. As if a connector, between the languages, a 140 character, tweet.

Three Urantian brothers. Two rich, presidents. A poor, More-Mart greeter. Of the three,

two have nuclear weapons. But one’s weapon … is mightier than … twos’ weaponry.

From a golden-haired pea-brain through a mutant mouth and past lips that flap, at times,

incoherently, Don’s own ill-advised, lying words, have Don trapped and out, of time.

Art’s cyber-spy-fly Buzz confirms that Bob’s proofs evidence, Don’s high treason, bribery

and obstruction, of justice. Bob’s proofs come, from Don’s very own mouth, directly.

 

WHAT’S HAPPENING?

Fortunately, timing is everything. So when an iconic blue bird asks, “What’s happening,”

Art answers, “what’s happening,” is answering, “to be, or not, to be,” … for everyone.

To be, or not to be? How many revelations, to an epiphany? And how much light, lights

the light, of enlightenment? Read Scripture. And the UB. Seek, in Scriptures … light.

Non-governmental global citizen Art Everman wants to introduce to the UN the Kim-Don

Plan for peace for the nations. The proposal’s a no-brainer, for the Kim and the Don.

Donald’s gut impulses and impetuous desire for dramatic action are usually dramatically

at odds with norms of the anachronistic nations’ traditional international diplomacy.

But Kim’s, the dictator. Donald is but, a dictator-wannabe. Kim’s alleged crimes may be,

fake, news. But Donald’s crimes, Bob’s proofs, evidence: High … treason and bribery.

THE TALLEST TALE EVER TOLD

This is the very tallest tale ever told. It’s a tall tale of a tall Don, a short Kim and a skinny,

Art, pretty short, too. Three, megalomaniacal, wannabes, are Kim, Donald and Arty.

To be, or not to be? How many revelations, to an epiphany? And how much light, lights

the light, of enlightenment? Read Scripture. And the UB. Seek, in Scriptures … light.

Three wannabes are Kim, the Donald and Art. Kim is, the dictator. Donald, is the speller

and dictator-wannabe. Arthur is a writer of truth, wannabe, too oft a lying, speaker.

In nightly soirees, Kim, Don and Art pen, their epic, poetry. 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.”

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.

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.

STOLEN WAR PLANS

Kim’s hackers have stolen the joint American-S.Korean war plans, including decapitation

plans for Supreme Leader Kim and supporting henchmen. cc: @uriminzok @potus

Kim’s hackers have stolen Don’s war plans, on the very eve, perhaps, of a confrontation.

Donald is posturing and posting belligerently, of destruction, and … deconstruction.

Yet another globally, public, humiliation, for Don’s Americans. Lately, ye get, no respect.

It’s been Vladimir. And Kim. And now it’s both of them treating ye with disrespect.

Mere hours later Don’s bombers have flown again over the peninsula, albeit careful, not

to violate, Kim’s sovereignty. Flights, for public consumption. Picking a fight … not.

Or is he picking a fight? Hoping Kim shall over-react so that Don may in turn, over-react.

A dangerous tit for tat for the two brothers, well-known to be, prone to, over-react.

On droning Kim. Not to kill him (as Don wants), but to expose him (as Art wants), before

his people. Kim fears Moon’s propaganda. He fears Don’s propaganda, even more.

Back-channel communications belie Don’s tweet that ‘only one thing will work’ to disable

Kim. Propaganda drones, generals say, shall bring Kim back to Panmunjom, tables.

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The calm before the storm. An image, heavily laden of anxiety. Not anything one would

say if one at all should want to calm anxious nerves. Saying it, made Don feel good.

The setting of Don’s ‘calm before the storm’ cryptic remark; a formal White House dinner

with First Lady Melania, his generals and their wives. To “What storm,” no answer.

Repeatedly reporters asked, “What storm?” Repeatedly Don coyly, didn’t deign to answer

their questions, apparently well satisfied, with confusion added, by not, answering.

The sly-like, smiling. The wink. The provocative, tweets. All stemming, from a warning,

seeming, to no one in particular, as if a weather report, of ‘a calm before the storm’.

Oh, what a great leader is Don, the 45th President of US. He’s the greatest ever, bar none,

possibly. Nothing at all is getting done legislatively. Deconstruction … is going well.

Don’t misunderstand. Art, defends not, Don. Nor Kim. Blackened hearts, have hardened

them. So far. But they may yet come around, if decisions, their hearts … unblacken.

Fortunately, timing is everything. So when an iconic blue bird asks, “What’s happening,”

Art answers, “what’s happening,” is answering, “to be, or not, to be,” … for everyone.

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Kim’s played into your hands, Don. He’s mocking you President Donald, by ballooned-in,

propaganda leaflets. DON: @Potus ye shan’t be … too long. Act now … against Kim.

Let’s face it. There once was a day, when there were more Russians, than Americans, in

an Oval Office visit by the Russian Ambassador to the Donald … after Don fired Dan.

Don: Turn, the tables on Kim. Drop propaganda, on him. He’s already doing (ballooning

it) it, to the ROK. Kim fears propaganda, bombing! Achilles, to Don, is … beckoning.

It’s up to Rex, HR and the two Jims to act as a buffer against the misfit unfit that’s Don. In

defense of a Constitution are they. And … for billions … guardians. cc: @Scavino45

It’s up to them. And it appears they know … and appreciate their trust. It’s not just about

US, but the more general ‘us’ (humanity), that as US officials, they can’t … talk about.

For Urantians, paradigm change, from the ‘sovereign’ paradigm, to a ‘human’ one, comes,

for ye, later. For ascendant mortals, timing, is everything. Ye must, however, begin.

Timing ‘s everything. Not long for the presidency, ye must now do what ye’ve ne’er done.

For now, ye must act in the best interests of others, as habitually … ye’ve ne’er done.

KIM, DON AND ART: ANTIHEROES, GOOGLED

No one’s noticed that Kim, Don and Art have a secret, back-channels, of communications.

Communicating nightly, the brothers do refrain from any diurnal, communications.

This they do because it daily keeps them apart. A timely reminder of when chosen men,

like Goliath and like David (a boy then), battled in proxy for respective, tribesmen.

So best kept apart are, says their brother, Art, Kim and the Donald. Given their druthers,

they’d, in cages, in Don-promoted, extravaganzas, settle things, one way or another.

But given that it is what it is (both abhor bleeding, personally) … that is … not happening!

So Art turned to Google. For names that need 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.

HYPOCRISY

“Fake news,” says Don over Rex allegedly saying, he is, a moron. But paper towel tossing,

to Maria’s victims; more proof, to an already world-record-thick … lying, pudding.

And a further (seemingly, purposeful), affront to Art, his Puerto Rican brother, knowing,

he’d later be meeting with him (and Kim) at the soiree on the moon, that evening.

To be, or not? Will Kim and Don buy the Kim-Don Plan for Global Peace and Prosperity?

More importantly, will they then enthusiastically sell it, to the global community?

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers laughed, aloud, together. Had Arthur then

said, “no pun intended,” he’d have been lying like both of his lying brothers, then.

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. On coincidence. And synchronicity. And, so incredibly, more.

For coincidence is to synchronicity, as sympathy, is to empathy. So much … more.

And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don

at nightly soirees borne of Penemue’s plan having Kim and Don plan … kingdoms.

More-Mart Greeter Arthur Everman thinks not. On the moon last night Art, Kim and Don

met and greeted, anew. Art, doubts them. He senses lip service, to Plan Kim-Don.

IT IS WHAT IT IS

It is, what it is. What is epilog to prolog is itself, prolog to yet another, succeeding, epilog.

Distinctions critical to understanding purpose for us and … for God … and in, God.

NUMBER:LETTER::PROLOG:EPILOG: Arthur’s twitter-algorithm-derivative … in His verse

epic, to Kim and Donald, resist and reverse. On getting back on track to universes.

A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.

To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse. Poetry,

epic, to resist and

reverse. On getting back on track to universes.

A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.

To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse. Poetry,

epic, to resist and reverse, his lying, brothers, Kim and Don, beautifully … artfully.

Twitter’s social algorithm is become Arthur’s algorithm to reverse what’s socially averse,

become the status, quo: Low-grade, conflict and tension, everywhere … on Earth.

Your Earth (Urantia, to the universes), is gravely, ill. So are ye (wo)men upon it. Gravely

ill are ye and mother, Earth. Too spiritually ill are ye to see and act … visionarily.

PLAN KIM-DON

For (wo)man on Urantia, ages-old devolutionary tendencies, once again reprise. For fear

and yearning, as ever, are, in season. Yearning, for other … days. Of others … fear.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Don and Art. Kim’s for power. Don’s

for riches. Art’s, for wisdom’s riches, and power. For there’s power … in Kim-Don.

Kingdom. A prospect to the three megalomaniacs Arthur, Kim and Don, oh, so appealing.

Kingdom. Kim. Don. On Kingdom, finding and not finding, kingdom, so, fleeting.

Kingdom. And kingdom. An easy decision, for many. A tough one, for some. Like them.

It’s a tough one for both of them. Kim is, as if, King. And a wannabe King, is Don.

INTRODUCTION

Kim already is, as if, King. And albeit Don is president, he harbors, ambitions, secret. An

easy decision, for many, is a tough one, for some. It’s a tough call for both of them.

On your acts, Kim and Don. And your omissions, to act. And thoughts, touching on them.

Buzz sees. Buzz hears. Buzz, Art, is telling. Art is penning, telling poetry, on them.

Kim’s already, as if king. Don’s a Trump. Trumps, trump, kings. Your acts, Kim and Don,

especially, thoughts touching on your omissions to act are, to Buzz’s Arthur, telling.

Arthur’s telling everyone. And their brothers. Albeit Kim and Donald are tribally, closer,

Arthur knows his overriding responsibility is to seven billion of his other brothers.

This then, is the conflict, herein. Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night.

Don’s so-called back-channel diplomatic communications, augur … frightful fights.

Frightful fights are augured between the DPRK, the USA and a … ROK. Fights so frightful,

given a likelihood of the fighting attracting the attention of a China, ever watchful.

INTRODUCTION

This morning, the dateline’s Las Vegas. The headline’s, the deadliest mass shooting in

US history, to date. But, just wait, a spell. Even deadlier ones, may be … awaiting.

All too often, especially, early, in the morning, it’s become painful to answer an iconic

little blue bird’s question of what’s happening? What’s happening, is sadly ironic.

IN CHAINS

Chained. Near, motionless. Able to move, in any direction, only just enough, to confirm,

he’s chained, and on the edge, of an abyss. Pen is in a pickle, Buzz has confirmed.

Chained and on the very edge of a bottomless abyss, in every direction, surrounding him.

Verily, Pen (Penemue) is in a pickle, Buzz confirms. Albeit his being for (wo)man,

the giver of poetry, Pen is a Watcher Angel, tormented. Art’s cyber-spy-fly has confirmed

all this for Art. And what is, and what was. This, and more, Buzz, has confirmed.

He’s chained. Alone. On edge. On edges, of an abyss. Even today, it is, surrounding him.

Anyone that has ever been, in lockup … knows. Being alone until Kingdom come.

A perpetuity.

Penemue’s tale is like your Greek tragedy extended to perpetuity … though.

Heed me silly Urantians (nee Earthlings). Sorry I’m bitter. But better bitter than lesser

than honest. Better bitter, than a liar. Like my brothers, Kim an Don, them lying, icons.

Homo, so-called, sapiens sapiens. LOL. Comic, were it not so, tragic.

Get in the habit of well, getting out of body! The Board of Trustees of Chachomanopapa’s

School of Poetry know sympathy, is prolog to empathy; a fitting, Urantian, epilog.

To best, well get out of body the Board of Trustees of Chachomanopapa’s School of Poetry

recommends, from NASA’s JPL, still photography … pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf

800,000,000 mph speed of, for example, the Solitary Messenger who accompanied the

celestial author of UB

A failure to plan is a plan to fail. And hindsight … is 20-20.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Donald, and Art. Kim’s, is for power.

Don’s, is for riches. Art, not to be outdone, is for wisdom’s … riches and … power.

And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don

at nightly soirees borne of Penemue’s plan to Kim-Don, Kim and Don to kingdom.

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers, laughing loudly aloud, embraced. Arthur,

had he then said, “no pun intended,” would be lying, like his ever-lying brothers.

And that, in a tweet, is the linchpin problem, herein.

Art Everman would be lying (like his brothers, are wont, to do), if he meant no pun, to be

intended … by rhythmic, juxtaposition … epigrammatically, crafted … artistically.

A CRITICAL MASS

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.

In more ways than one. For the Kim-Don model of Twitter-Diplomacy anticipates export

next to Pakistan & India. Then on (and back to) Iran & Israel. Peace … for export!

Take it from Art. Buzz told him. Ye are at critical mass. Kim knows it. Don knows it too.

Kim needs peace to survive. Don needs it, to skip jail. Peace is Art’s, commission.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Donald and Art. Kim’s, is for power.

Don’s, is for riches. Art, not to be outdone, is for the riches and power in wisdom.

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. “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.

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

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.

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

TURN THE TABLES: Kim’s already doing it. Do it to him. Drop propaganda … from US on

Kim.

Whether ye continue to evolve or devolve more rapidly than ye evolve:

That’s what shall determine

Space enough, in the vast space of a tweet, to one’s thoughts, thoughtfully, transmit.

Young and old alike ought tweet Kim & Don (@uriminzok and @potus), for ye

have interests clearly not represented, by Kim … and, the Donny.

 

 

 

 

The young have reason enough to cast off shackles. And abundant, enthusiasm.

They actually lack nothing, if they’ve got Twitter’s algorithm.

But the old are traditionally too weary. And too fearfully, unaccepting of any

change. The young, in contrast, are well-suited … legatees.

If young folks like Scotland’s @paigenumba & @glesgadelic, actually tweeted

Kim & Don (@uriminzok and @potus) … what might … be tweeted?

Twitter itself is unwittingly the key to successful implementation and exportation

next to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.

of peace and prosperity via Arthur’s Plan, Kim-Don.

For the free export of peace and prosperity, Kim and Don have had Arthur, author

a the Kim-Don Plan for the correction of error, on twitter.

On characters, and settings. Kim. Donald. Korea. Puerto Rico. China. Japan. And, a US

and Russia, former cold-war enemies, turned,

Twitter-diplomacy’s Kim-Don Plan for the export, of peace … and prosperity.

et. al. Art’s Twitter-diplomacy’s

Kim-Don Plan for the export to thepanet, of peace … and prosperity.

Meanwhile back in what’s left of Arthur’s Puerto Rico, thanks to Donald’s, extraordinary

response, four cases of leptospirosis yesterday, seventy-four, today, may, fecally, be.

 

Prayer is, speedy. What philosophically must be, if prayers are to be timely, ignored, or

answered, is. Faster than light, prayer needs to be.

 

Faster than light, prayer, must be. For, of Arthur’s muses, science, the youngest of them,

 

 

is a bright, baby. Jaded religion, lags behind. Aged philosophy, is, of them, wisest.

“The universe shouldn’t exist,” say scientists. The Creator knows better. Ye

know better. For prayer, is … speedy.

Mouths fall, agape. World-wide, agape mouths are falling, still. And that, is not, all. For,

even while falling, they’re hiring lawyers; and wondering: What in hell am I in for?

The rich ones now falling and lawyering-up all about the Don, are wondering too, verily,

what, in hell they’ve done? What they’re in for not just temporally, but perpetually?

Art begs to ye believe him over his brothers. Its the ‘believe me’ part of anything

Don says that is, for Urantia, a gigantic, red flag of a warning.

Timelines show that Don (HIMSELF) knew of his collusion months before when

offered were, Hillary e-mails … stolen.

WITHIN HOURS of the release of the Access Hollywood tape, just as suddenly

released were … the e-mails of Hillary.

Conflicts of interest have been alleged against Ryan, Donald’s inferior, Interior Secretary.

Contract winner Whitefish is from Ryan’s Montana hometown only coincidentally.

Just like here in America, tons of money offers lots of security from prosecution. Not

necessarily.  Just ask one Saudi, billionaire … exception.

President Don’s evil persona has had a tarnishing effect on near everyone throughout an

administration whose actions prove, that a failure to plan, is to fail, a GREAT plan.

A PROFILE IN COURAGE

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus:  Get on the right side, of God … and US.

How many illuminating revelations are there, in a startling, epiphany?  cc:  @potus

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump the @flotus: Do the right thing for God, and by US,

your beloved adopted, country. To do so … do … do. Do not … not, do. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus: Put in practice for 300,000,000 of US,

Golden, Rules; applying the Rules, whenever, and wherever, possible. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, the @flotus: Ye are where He has ye, for all of US.

For Golden Rules do rule nearly everywhere in the Master, Universes. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: The Golden Rule is an opportunity for US

to timely evolve from, dangerous devolution from Him, to Him, for US. cc: @potus

First Lady Melania @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: Melania. do not omit, to timely act, for US.

Pain awaits, no matter what.  Don?  Or humanity?  Please do, act for us. cc: @potus

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

First Lady Melania, @MelaniaTrump, @flotus: Ye have callings, wife-cancelling, for US.

Do it for Brandon.  Act, on your maternal instincts.  For, him.  For, US.  cc:  @potus

HANDWRITING ON WALLS

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come: On Melania’s many reasons,

for wanting to lead the deceived, to impeach her husband, President … Teflon, Don.

Melania sees dark handwriting on the walls of all rooms of the New City’s Trump Tower,

Florida’s, Mar-a-Lago and a House, White. Impeachment’s coming, sooner or later.

Impeachment, is coming. Sooner, or later. And, in one way, or, another. The First Lady,

Melania, understands Don’s native English better, than does her husband, the Don.

At this rate, impeachment comes. Sooner or later. One way, or another. The First Lady,

Melania, has an immigrant’s accent. And yet one more, uniquely, immigrant story.

Melania, has a charming, accent. She speaks, reads and comprehends English, far better

than him. Sad. That a degree from Penn’s Wharton, produced not one, any better.

 

 

On what may be a new profile in courage, for ages to come, auguring an age, still, better.

Melania’s on a mission. A mission implausible, possible only, on Arthur’s Twitter.

 

 

LITTLE LYIN’ DON

 

 

Don’s boiling over. Bob’s playing him. A two-stage indictment strategy is demonstrating,

 

 

 

that Don’s out of his league. More importantly, the president’s men, Bob is turning.

Two early indictments, were bait. Don bit. “No collusion,” in his vindication, he crowed.

And whatsoever he crows and whatsoever the truth of it, Sarah knows too to crow.

To eat crow. And, so publicly. Furthermore, from the looks of things, Don shall be eating

crow, indefinitely. For George, unbeknownst to Donald, has been, a wire, wearing.

Tragi-comedy. The Greeks may have popularized it but they didn’t invent it. Is Michael,

Don’s, disgraced ex National Security Adviser, also, cooperating? Et, tu … Michael?

 

And so it’s back to this tragi-comic reality. An American citizenry, conned, is ashamedly,

stunned, by a timeline so coincidentally, incriminatory. Tragedy, none too funny.

 

Two of Don’s ex-men (Paul is one) charged in fake, Russia, investigation. Another, to fake

charges, pleads guilty. A harbinger for Donald’s men that awaiting, are jails, fake.

MICHAEL’S SOLILOQUY

Michael @MMFlint does US proud, firing acidly caustic, verbal bombs. Don’s presidency,

says Michael, is a ‘total bomb’. Then, Michael went on, an eleven-tweet … soliloquy.

LITTLE LYIN’ DON

Senator Bob’s saying Oval Office is become an “adult day care center” and that the Donny

has been so recklessly behaving, he’s setting US “on the path to … World War … III.”

Don hasn’t denied that war is his heart’s desire. “We were on the wrong path before,” he

said. “We are on the right path right now, believe me.” Ye’ve got to be kidding me.

Truly, it’s the ‘believe me’ part of anything that the Don says, that has been for everyone,

a gigantic red flag. Just ask the First Lady, Melania. Or, just ask, virtually, anyone.

 

For if anyone knows Don, it’s Melania. If she’d just say Don’s unfit as First Lady, she’d be

performing a public service, under the circumstances, beyond just … extraordinary.

Kim’s threat to atmospherically test ought arouse slumbering nations to collective action

beyond hand-wringing, patchwork sanctions and … resolutions of … condemnation.

Recapping, anew. Three, aircraft carriers. Closure of all communications, back-channel.

The chilling, clarification, remains. Kim’s assured US. Their test threats, are literal.

INTRODUCTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tragic, as ever. Comic, more recently. And tragi-comic, still. Until Kim and Don’s falling

bombs, perhaps, some day, leave ye with a day’s remains for life, for life, sustaining.

Tragic. And comic. And near idyllic, for one, percent. And for the remaining, struggling

ninety-nine, percent, fifty shades of intolerable, tolerating. A tipping point’s tipping.

Ye who so obliviously race, through space, are … as a consequence of your obliviousness,

literally racing now, as well, more than ever, against time, so inexorably, relentless.

Prologs, to epilogs, are actions. And omissions to act. Ominously, the Donald’s revealing,

gaffes, less comically than tragically, to ye, revealing. Ominously, Don, is revealing,

his colors, and his color, to ye. Red, white and blue. And white, respectively. His father’s

KKK sympathies documented, support reasoning: Donald favors some, over others.

Donald favors some citizens over others. Considered objectively Kim does so too, clearly.

Cyber spy-fly, Buzz, Art’s crime-busting partner, has taped … words and acts … truly.

Both of them feel trapped. Both, are unfit. Neither of them can be trusted, to do the right

thing. Both feel trapped. Both, are unfit. And both, know not … wrong … from right.

KIM’S WARNING

 

KIM’S WARNING: Coming soon. Kim’s deadly radioactivity. One tweet. Three brotherly,

addresses (Don, Kim and UN). Seven and one half billion, correspondence, copies.

On two wise brothers; the warrior Presidents (Kim and Don) and More-Mart Greeter (Art,

their prodigal, third brother) and on an algorithmic Kim-Don Plan, written, by Art.

On an algorithmic, Kim-Don Plan for Peace by Art, so thoughtfully composed and so near

perfectly formatted to enhance eureka effects, elicited by … prayers … He … hears.

Kim has told Don and humanity: Thermonuclear atmospheric test threats ought literally

be taken. Wherefore: Coming soon to theaters of war near you: My radioactivity.

Recapitulating. Two, aircraft carriers. Suspension of all communications, back-channel.

And a chilling, clarification. Kim assures US. Atmospheric test threats, are literal.

Grandstanding. Tits, for tats. Upping the antes, against whomever might dare, to wither,

not, in the face of raw, psychopathy, in the face, of Art’s back-stabbing … brothers.

Donald. And trouble. They go, together. Like Rubles. And Russians. Donald needs Kim,

dead. Not alive. Kim knows. Kim thinks twice not, when murdering a next of kin.

Countless readers across the Grand Universe. Near none, on Urantia … Then … EUREKA!

Two Urantian children, two Scots, occasioned Arthur’s, Archimedes-like, EUREKA!

Lol. A little humor to temper the seeming distempers of the less than brotherly, brother-

Presidents, Kim, and Don. More-Mart Greeter Arthur, is a prodigal … 3rd, brother.

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear

proliferation. Arthur Everman is leaking it, to an algorithmically, diplomatic, end.

The eureka effect refers to the common human experience of understanding suddenly

a previously incomprehensible problem or concept, finally.

The effect, also known as the aha! moment, or eureka moment, is commonly

also known as an insight, a revelation or even … an … epiphany.

 

 

Insight has two phases. First a problem’s solution, comes to an impasse. Then, from

thinking out of a metaphysical box comes … a solution.

From thinking ‘out’ of metaphysical boxes, come unforeseen solutions. As when one,

metaphysically moves oneself in relation, to the problem.

As when Art, Kim and Don in evenings of days ‘soiree’; picnicking of wine and cheese.

With philosophers, scientists and poets … they dine.

LEAKING, DIPLOMATICALLY

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear

proliferation. Arthur Everman is leaking it, to an algorithmically, diplomatic, end.

Diplomatic, in more ways, than one. For the Kim-Don Plan written by Art, is diplomatic,

both in the time-honored, traditional sense and in Don’s legacy, twitter-diplomacy.

Twitter-diplomacy. Crass misnomer, considering some of Don’s belligerent and distinctly

undiplomatic, sentiments. Nonetheless, it shall be, of the Donald, a lasting, legacy.

Twitter-diplomacy may for a time be for the Don a positive legacy. Negatives outnumber

his lone positive, well, as plural is to, singular. He is, however, plurally … singular.

Singular, as in unique. How’s that for understatement? Art’s been understated about overgot a platform problem. He

 

For a potentiating art, it seems to Art, should, to make a point overstate

A question timely amongst the many prompted lately, by Art’s brothers, Kim

and Don. By their seeming, recklessness. By acting on mere whims.

“Tweeting Kim and Don (@uriminzok & @potus) diplomatically are the children.

For your children may most dramatically send messages to them.”

 

“We too Steve are enlisting a ground-swelling, grass-roots army of tweeters, tweeting,

 

diplomatically … atwitter.”

 

On composing word-weaponizing, couplets (tweet-sized, epigrams), to Kim and the Don.

 

To galvanize world global opinion away from devolution and toward … evolution.

 

Jimmy’s offering to Don regarding Kim: China can’t reign Kim in. Kim’s never even been

 

to China. Count not Don, on Xi, to counter Kim. Count rather, on Arthur Everman.

 

Last evening’s soiree featured a surprise address from Donald’s presidential predecessor,

 

#39, Jimmy. Jimmy offered himself, to Don, for US, as a front-channel, negotiator.

 

 

 

That was noble of Jimmy, already widely-known, for his nobility. But alas, Jimmy’s offer

 

on deaf ears fell. Checks and balances, failing, ‘bombs away,’ is in Donald’s nature.

 

‘Bombs away’ is in Don’s nature. On deaf ears, has fallen whatever advice has ever been

 

given him. Fail-safe checks and balances (the Cabinet and his generals), are failing.

 

There’s space enough, in the vast space of a tweet, to at last realize the hope once Edward

 

expressed when he penned that pens, someday might be … mightier than … swords.

For within such vast spaces, nonetheless, physically limited … virtually … all thought, fits.

Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom.

With tall, immigrant-proof, walls. And, nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear, weapons.

HERMIT KINGDOMS

Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom.

With tall, immigrant-proof, walls. And, nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear, weapons.

Kim dictates over a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Arthur wants his, His to be.

A conflict beyond that of Kim’s DPRK with Don’s US, Moon’s ROK and near everybody.

True megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur. Each, has global aspirations. Already,

Kim dictates over, a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Art wants his, His to be.

Megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur Everman. Each, has global aspirations. Kim

dictates over his kingdom. Art wants peace. Don wants to dictate his whims like Kim.

Kim’s saying Don’s worse than Hitler. He’ll kill mankind, Kim’s saying, undiplomatically.

Kim ups the ante, publicly. Kim knows Don lies. So, Kim-Don’s Plan’s, in jeopardy.

Kim is Don’s brother. He knows that Don, is not trustworthy. That, Don’s like him. Only

Art amongst the three brothers is at all, trustworthy. Only Art, has any credibility.

CASH AND CANDY

On Don’s top-secret order, secretly being readied are drones bearing cash, candy and all

manner of gifts from one brother to another and a people behind, a GREAT, WALL.

Being readied are bank notes, in prose, financial. American, dollars. Chinese, renminbi.

Being readied are, Kim most fears, Donald’s propaganda-drones of cash and candy.

Art’s using Don’s legacy Twitter-diplomacy to tweet truth. Ironic. A Prevaricator-in-Chief

for US. A Deity-in Chief for them. US, vs them. Again. War. Again. Then …. Grief.

Grief. Again. But, because of the nature, and number of your weapons, Kim and Donny,

the responsibility for billions of fatalities, shall fall, in the main, principally, on ye.

This Monday past America and and South Korean began a 10-day, joint, naval exercise in

shows (for public, consumption) of force, to frighten, a presumably, fearful … Kim.

Shows of force. LOL. Do not make us, laugh. For, it is no SHOW of force, if NOBODY sees

it. But on Don’s orders, secretly being readied are drones bearing cash, and candy.

TWEET TO THEM

Imagine. Just doing it. Tweeting (@uriminzok) to Kim. Telling Kim, oh so diplomatically,

what ye think. Not of him. Tell him rather of our situation, precarious … mutually.

Similarly, imagine, tweeting Don. Then, just do it. Tell him too, what ye think. Opine on,

issues. And tell your issue. And if an issued child tell your friends to tweet to them.

Imagine, too just doing it (UGH. LOL), to Don. Tweeting (@potus) to Don. Telling Donald,

very diplomatically, bad karma’s a bitch. Be one of many, to be counted by Donald.

That your legatee children might be the moral force multiplier, transformative, changing

sovereign-based paradigms extant, to humanity-based ones, is well worth imagining.

Changing sovereign-based paradigms to human-based ones are evolutionarily, naturally,

occurring processes, too challenging for your Satanically misled Urantian, humanity.

Meanwhile, a secretive NYC backchannel competes with Art’s poetic one on Twitter, to be

Urantia’s best and last hope, to avoid, very possibly, a nuclear-winter, style, calamity.

But the real ‘secret’ is that no backchannel anywhere can compete with the real, TRUTH,

out front, and center. Arthur’s Everman’s Twitter-diplomacy, is tweeting a … TRUTH.

CAIN AND ABLE, REPRISED

The weaponization of words is a time-honored art, albeit, it’s been largely lost, to history.

Weaponize your words, world. Address, apt, addressees. One is Kim. One is Donny.

 

@potus @realdonaldtrump is an apt, addressee. As are, @uriminzok @narendramodi

@moonjaein_ @xijingping @khamenei_ir @netanyahu and @nbc’s, @jdbmsnbc.

Whoops! Arthur left un-capitalized the first word, in that last tweet, to his cyber brother,

Don. Don is rich, powerful, and president. Poor as dirt, is More-Mart greeter, Arthur.

Rich and powerful, too, is Kim. Not as rich nor as powerful, as Donald. A sibling rivalry,

rivalling that of the Scriptures’, Cain and Able, allegorically, and so … tragi-comically.

And it was just that: Tragi-comic, epic poetry that Penemue the Watcher, commissioned,

in an alleged dream, of Arthur’s. “Write to your brethren,” Pen … had commissioned.

“Write to your brethren,” Pen had commissioned, “of their tragi-comedy, epically. Write,

through them, especially, to children. Let legatees, rightful, to Kim and Don … write.”

“Your kids, the rightful legatees of Urantia, may very well be, the moral force-multiplier,

nations need to negate the destructive influence of Kim and Don, of hate, purveyors.

The weaponization of words, as art on Urantia, is time, honored. That’s notwithstanding,

that, that is not at all, as things, ought be. On Urantia, nothing normal, is happening.

INTRODUCTION

Arthur’s weapons are the words, in that simplest of verse … the couplet … as in … a tweet.

A tweet. A couplet. As if a connector, between the languages, a 140 character, tweet.

Three Urantian brothers. Two rich, presidents. A poor, More-Mart greeter. Of the three,

two have nuclear weapons. But one’s weapon … is mightier than … twos’ weaponry.

From a golden-haired pea-brain through a mutant mouth and past lips that flap, at times,

incoherently, Don’s own ill-advised, lying words, have Don trapped and out, of time.

Art’s cyber-spy-fly Buzz confirms that Bob’s proofs evidence, Don’s high treason, bribery

and obstruction, of justice. Bob’s proofs come, from Don’s very own mouth, directly.

 

WHAT’S HAPPENING?

Fortunately, timing is everything. So when an iconic blue bird asks, “What’s happening,”

Art answers, “what’s happening,” is answering, “to be, or not, to be,” … for everyone.

To be, or not to be? How many revelations, to an epiphany? And how much light, lights

the light, of enlightenment? Read Scripture. And the UB. Seek, in Scriptures … light.

Non-governmental global citizen Art Everman wants to introduce to the UN the Kim-Don

Plan for peace for the nations. The proposal’s a no-brainer, for the Kim and the Don.

Donald’s gut impulses and impetuous desire for dramatic action are usually dramatically

at odds with norms of the anachronistic nations’ traditional international diplomacy.

But Kim’s, the dictator. Donald is but, a dictator-wannabe. Kim’s alleged crimes may be,

fake, news. But Donald’s crimes, Bob’s proofs, evidence: High … treason and bribery.

THE TALLEST TALE EVER TOLD

This is the very tallest tale ever told. It’s a tall tale of a tall Don, a short Kim and a skinny,

Art, pretty short, too. Three, megalomaniacal, wannabes, are Kim, Donald and Arty.

To be, or not to be? How many revelations, to an epiphany? And how much light, lights

the light, of enlightenment? Read Scripture. And the UB. Seek, in Scriptures … light.

Three wannabes are Kim, the Donald and Art. Kim is, the dictator. Donald, is the speller

and dictator-wannabe. Arthur is a writer of truth, wannabe, too oft a lying, speaker.

In nightly soirees, Kim, Don and Art pen, their epic, poetry. 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.”

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.

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.

STOLEN WAR PLANS

Kim’s hackers have stolen the joint American-S.Korean war plans, including decapitation

plans for Supreme Leader Kim and supporting henchmen. cc: @uriminzok @potus

Kim’s hackers have stolen Don’s war plans, on the very eve, perhaps, of a confrontation.

Donald is posturing and posting belligerently, of destruction, and … deconstruction.

Yet another globally, public, humiliation, for Don’s Americans. Lately, ye get, no respect.

It’s been Vladimir. And Kim. And now it’s both of them treating ye with disrespect.

Mere hours later Don’s bombers have flown again over the peninsula, albeit careful, not

to violate, Kim’s sovereignty. Flights, for public consumption. Picking a fight … not.

Or is he picking a fight? Hoping Kim shall over-react so that Don may in turn, over-react.

A dangerous tit for tat for the two brothers, well-known to be, prone to, over-react.

On droning Kim. Not to kill him (as Don wants), but to expose him (as Art wants), before

his people. Kim fears Moon’s propaganda. He fears Don’s propaganda, even more.

Back-channel communications belie Don’s tweet that ‘only one thing will work’ to disable

Kim. Propaganda drones, generals say, shall bring Kim back to Panmunjom, tables.

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The calm before the storm. An image, heavily laden of anxiety. Not anything one would

say if one at all should want to calm anxious nerves. Saying it, made Don feel good.

The setting of Don’s ‘calm before the storm’ cryptic remark; a formal White House dinner

with First Lady Melania, his generals and their wives. To “What storm,” no answer.

Repeatedly reporters asked, “What storm?” Repeatedly Don coyly, didn’t deign to answer

their questions, apparently well satisfied, with confusion added, by not, answering.

The sly-like, smiling. The wink. The provocative, tweets. All stemming, from a warning,

seeming, to no one in particular, as if a weather report, of ‘a calm before the storm’.

Oh, what a great leader is Don, the 45th President of US. He’s the greatest ever, bar none,

possibly. Nothing at all is getting done legislatively. Deconstruction … is going well.

Don’t misunderstand. Art, defends not, Don. Nor Kim. Blackened hearts, have hardened

them. So far. But they may yet come around, if decisions, their hearts … unblacken.

Fortunately, timing is everything. So when an iconic blue bird asks, “What’s happening,”

Art answers, “what’s happening,” is answering, “to be, or not, to be,” … for everyone.

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Kim’s played into your hands, Don. He’s mocking you President Donald, by ballooned-in,

propaganda leaflets. DON: @Potus ye shan’t be … too long. Act now … against Kim.

Let’s face it. There once was a day, when there were more Russians, than Americans, in

an Oval Office visit by the Russian Ambassador to the Donald … after Don fired Dan.

Don: Turn, the tables on Kim. Drop propaganda, on him. He’s already doing (ballooning

it) it, to the ROK. Kim fears propaganda, bombing! Achilles, to Don, is … beckoning.

It’s up to Rex, HR and the two Jims to act as a buffer against the misfit unfit that’s Don. In

defense of a Constitution are they. And … for billions … guardians. cc: @Scavino45

It’s up to them. And it appears they know … and appreciate their trust. It’s not just about

US, but the more general ‘us’ (humanity), that as US officials, they can’t … talk about.

For Urantians, paradigm change, from the ‘sovereign’ paradigm, to a ‘human’ one, comes,

for ye, later. For ascendant mortals, timing, is everything. Ye must, however, begin.

Timing ‘s everything. Not long for the presidency, ye must now do what ye’ve ne’er done.

For now, ye must act in the best interests of others, as habitually … ye’ve ne’er done.

KIM, DON AND ART: ANTIHEROES, GOOGLED

No one’s noticed that Kim, Don and Art have a secret, back-channels, of communications.

Communicating nightly, the brothers do refrain from any diurnal, communications.

This they do because it daily keeps them apart. A timely reminder of when chosen men,

like Goliath and like David (a boy then), battled in proxy for respective, tribesmen.

So best kept apart are, says their brother, Art, Kim and the Donald. Given their druthers,

they’d, in cages, in Don-promoted, extravaganzas, settle things, one way or another.

But given that it is what it is (both abhor bleeding, personally) … that is … not happening!

So Art turned to Google. For names that need 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.

HYPOCRISY

“Fake news,” says Don over Rex allegedly saying, he is, a moron. But paper towel tossing,

to Maria’s victims; more proof, to an already world-record-thick … lying, pudding.

And a further (seemingly, purposeful), affront to Art, his Puerto Rican brother, knowing,

he’d later be meeting with him (and Kim) at the soiree on the moon, that evening.

To be, or not? Will Kim and Don buy the Kim-Don Plan for Global Peace and Prosperity?

More importantly, will they then enthusiastically sell it, to the global community?

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers laughed, aloud, together. Had Arthur then

said, “no pun intended,” he’d have been lying like both of his lying brothers, then.

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. On coincidence. And synchronicity. And, so incredibly, more.

For coincidence is to synchronicity, as sympathy, is to empathy. So much … more.

And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don

at nightly soirees borne of Penemue’s plan having Kim and Don plan … kingdoms.

More-Mart Greeter Arthur Everman thinks not. On the moon last night Art, Kim and Don

met and greeted, anew. Art, doubts them. He senses lip service, to Plan Kim-Don.

IT IS WHAT IT IS

It is, what it is. What is epilog to prolog is itself, prolog to yet another, succeeding, epilog.

Distinctions critical to understanding purpose for us and … for God … and in, God.

NUMBER:LETTER::PROLOG:EPILOG: Arthur’s twitter-algorithm-derivative … in His verse

epic, to Kim and Donald, resist and reverse. On getting back on track to universes.

A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.

To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse. Poetry,

epic, to resist and

reverse. On getting back on track to universes.

A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.

To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse. Poetry,

epic, to resist and reverse, his lying, brothers, Kim and Don, beautifully … artfully.

Twitter’s social algorithm is become Arthur’s algorithm to reverse what’s socially averse,

become the status, quo: Low-grade, conflict and tension, everywhere … on Earth.

Your Earth (Urantia, to the universes), is gravely, ill. So are ye (wo)men upon it. Gravely

ill are ye and mother, Earth. Too spiritually ill are ye to see and act … visionarily.

PLAN KIM-DON

For (wo)man on Urantia, ages-old devolutionary tendencies, once again reprise. For fear

and yearning, as ever, are, in season. Yearning, for other … days. Of others … fear.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Don and Art. Kim’s for power. Don’s

for riches. Art’s, for wisdom’s riches, and power. For there’s power … in Kim-Don.

Kingdom. A prospect to the three megalomaniacs Arthur, Kim and Don, oh, so appealing.

Kingdom. Kim. Don. On Kingdom, finding and not finding, kingdom, so, fleeting.

Kingdom. And kingdom. An easy decision, for many. A tough one, for some. Like them.

It’s a tough one for both of them. Kim is, as if, King. And a wannabe King, is Don.

INTRODUCTION

Kim already is, as if, King. And albeit Don is president, he harbors, ambitions, secret. An

easy decision, for many, is a tough one, for some. It’s a tough call for both of them.

On your acts, Kim and Don. And your omissions, to act. And thoughts, touching on them.

Buzz sees. Buzz hears. Buzz, Art, is telling. Art is penning, telling poetry, on them.

Kim’s already, as if king. Don’s a Trump. Trumps, trump, kings. Your acts, Kim and Don,

especially, thoughts touching on your omissions to act are, to Buzz’s Arthur, telling.

Arthur’s telling everyone. And their brothers. Albeit Kim and Donald are tribally, closer,

Arthur knows his overriding responsibility is to seven billion of his other brothers.

This then, is the conflict, herein. Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night.

Don’s so-called back-channel diplomatic communications, augur … frightful fights.

Frightful fights are augured between the DPRK, the USA and a … ROK. Fights so frightful,

given a likelihood of the fighting attracting the attention of a China, ever watchful.

INTRODUCTION

This morning, the dateline’s Las Vegas. The headline’s, the deadliest mass shooting in

US history, to date. But, just wait, a spell. Even deadlier ones, may be … awaiting.

All too often, especially, early, in the morning, it’s become painful to answer an iconic

little blue bird’s question of what’s happening? What’s happening, is sadly ironic.

IN CHAINS

Chained. Near, motionless. Able to move, in any direction, only just enough, to confirm,

he’s chained, and on the edge, of an abyss. Pen is in a pickle, Buzz has confirmed.

Chained and on the very edge of a bottomless abyss, in every direction, surrounding him.

Verily, Pen (Penemue) is in a pickle, Buzz confirms. Albeit his being for (wo)man,

the giver of poetry, Pen is a Watcher Angel, tormented. Art’s cyber-spy-fly has confirmed

all this for Art. And what is, and what was. This, and more, Buzz, has confirmed.

He’s chained. Alone. On edge. On edges, of an abyss. Even today, it is, surrounding him.

Anyone that has ever been, in lockup … knows. Being alone until Kingdom come.

A perpetuity.

Penemue’s tale is like your Greek tragedy extended to perpetuity … though.

Heed me silly Urantians (nee Earthlings). Sorry I’m bitter. But better bitter than lesser

than honest. Better bitter, than a liar. Like my brothers, Kim an Don, them lying, icons.

Homo, so-called, sapiens sapiens. LOL. Comic, were it not so, tragic.

Get in the habit of well, getting out of body! The Board of Trustees of Chachomanopapa’s

School of Poetry know sympathy, is prolog to empathy; a fitting, Urantian, epilog.

To best, well get out of body the Board of Trustees of Chachomanopapa’s School of Poetry

recommends, from NASA’s JPL, still photography … pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf

800,000,000 mph speed of, for example, the Solitary Messenger who accompanied the

celestial author of UB

A failure to plan is a plan to fail. And hindsight … is 20-20.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Donald, and Art. Kim’s, is for power.

Don’s, is for riches. Art, not to be outdone, is for wisdom’s … riches and … power.

And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don

at nightly soirees borne of Penemue’s plan to Kim-Don, Kim and Don to kingdom.

LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers, laughing loudly aloud, embraced. Arthur,

had he then said, “no pun intended,” would be lying, like his ever-lying brothers.

And that, in a tweet, is the linchpin problem, herein.

Art Everman would be lying (like his brothers, are wont, to do), if he meant no pun, to be

intended … by rhythmic, juxtaposition … epigrammatically, crafted … artistically.

A CRITICAL MASS

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.

In more ways than one. For the Kim-Don model of Twitter-Diplomacy anticipates export

next to Pakistan & India. Then on (and back to) Iran & Israel. Peace … for export!

Take it from Art. Buzz told him. Ye are at critical mass. Kim knows it. Don knows it too.

Kim needs peace to survive. Don needs it, to skip jail. Peace is Art’s, commission.

Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Donald and Art. Kim’s, is for power.

Don’s, is for riches. Art, not to be outdone, is for the riches and power in wisdom.

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. “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.

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

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.

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

TURN THE TABLES: Kim’s already doing it. Do it to him. Drop propaganda … from US on

Kim.

Whether ye continue to evolve or devolve more rapidly than ye evolve:

That’s what shall determine

Space enough, in the vast space of a tweet, to one’s thoughts, thoughtfully, transmit.

Young and old alike ought tweet Kim & Don (@uriminzok and @potus), for ye

have interests clearly not represented, by Kim … and, the Donny.

 

 

 

 

The young have reason enough to cast off shackles. And abundant, enthusiasm.

They actually lack nothing, if they’ve got Twitter’s algorithm.

But the old are traditionally too weary. And too fearfully, unaccepting of any

change. The young, in contrast, are well-suited … legatees.

If young folks like Scotland’s @paigenumba & @glesgadelic, actually tweeted

Kim & Don (@uriminzok and @potus) … what might … be tweeted?

Twitter itself is unwittingly the key to successful implementation and exportation

next to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.

of peace and prosperity via Arthur’s Plan, Kim-Don.

For the free export of peace and prosperity, Kim and Don have had Arthur, author

a the Kim-Don Plan for the correction of error, on twitter.

On characters, and settings. Kim. Donald. Korea. Puerto Rico. China. Japan. And, a US

and Russia, former cold-war enemies, turned,

Twitter-diplomacy’s Kim-Don Plan for the export, of peace … and prosperity.

et. al. Art’s Twitter-diplomacy’s

Kim-Don Plan for the export to thepanet, of peace … and prosperity.

Meanwhile back in what’s left of Arthur’s Puerto Rico, thanks to Donald’s, extraordinary

response, four cases of leptospirosis yesterday, seventy-four, today, may, fecally, be.

 

Prayer is, speedy. What philosophically must be, if prayers are to be timely, ignored, or

answered, is. Faster than light, prayer needs to be.

 

Faster than light, prayer, must be. For, of Arthur’s muses, science, the youngest of them,

 

 

is a bright, baby. Jaded religion, lags behind. Aged philosophy, is, of them, wisest.

“The universe shouldn’t exist,” say scientists. The Creator knows better. Ye

know better. For prayer, is … speedy.

Mouths fall, agape. World-wide, agape mouths are falling, still. And that, is not, all. For,

even while falling, they’re hiring lawyers; and wondering: What in hell am I in for?

The rich ones now falling and lawyering-up all about the Don, are wondering too, verily,

what, in hell they’ve done? What they’re in for not just temporally, but perpetually?

Art begs to ye believe him over his brothers. Its the ‘believe me’ part of anything

Don says that is, for Urantia, a gigantic, red flag of a warning.

Timelines show that Don (HIMSELF) knew of his collusion months before when

offered were, Hillary e-mails … stolen.

WITHIN HOURS of the release of the Access Hollywood tape, just as suddenly

released were … the e-mails of Hillary.

Conflicts of interest have been alleged against Ryan, Donald’s inferior, Interior Secretary.

Contract winner Whitefish is from Ryan’s Montana hometown only coincidentally.

Just like here in America, tons of money offers lots of security from prosecution. Not

necessarily.  Just ask one Saudi, billionaire … exception.