ON THE TALLEST OF TALES

This tallest of tales, is the story of Kim.  And, the Donald.  Nearly, incredibly, implausibly, two Urantian fools, are come.  To rule Urantia really, nonfictionally in … fiction, surreally.

This tallest of tales is a book of verses, words for a world and a book of faces of the races, racing clueless through, space and time.  Verse tragi-comically epic; dedicated, to … races.

Urantian fools, are come.  They are real.  And they are here.  To Urantia, rule completely. Between, them.  Like, Hirohito.  And Benito.  And Adolph.  The tripartite, parties, of 1940.

And it matters not to them that others, other countries, also rule.  The auto-denominated, wise man’s (homo sapiens’), nature, is … dual.  He may be … beloved.  He may be … hated.

As in Kim’s, Korea.  And, as in Donald’s, America.  How tragic, that cults of personality so totally egocentrically perverse, prevail beyond when all ought know, they had better, go.

President Don’s evil persona has had a tarnishing effect on near everyone throughout an administration whose actions show that failure to plan, is to fail.  In effect, a GREAT plan.

On President Don’s, evil persona.  And the lying, he prefers calling … ‘truthful hyperbole.’ LOL.  On President Don’s, evil persona.  For too many, yet another ‘great white’, hopefully.

ON TREASON

The indictment may read like a most extraordinary laundry list.  Perjury and obstruction of justice, and of course, the laundering of money.  And as to, the oft spoken of, collusion,

many say is not illegal; it becomes illegal, if the charge, is treason.  Treason is the reason, for the greatest winning season of a Teflon, Don.  Treason’s the reason for President Don.

Bob will indict the Don … presently.  In time Buzz has confirmed, for a beleaguered Don’s  72nd birthday.  By that time, a Democratic tsunami in the mid-term elections, threatens.

Kings were considered, to be chosen, personally, by God.  To betray, one’s country, was to do the work of Satan.  Hence, the ‘overkill’, of the punishment.  Hung, and torn up …  too.

Treason:  Extraordinarily costly, is the giving of aid and comfort … to an enemy.  Treason begets death or imprisonment.  If an enemy is the resident, president … that is … treason.

18 U.S.C. § 2381 states:  Whoever adheres to their enemies, giving them aid, and comfort, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or be imprisoned not less than five years [for].

When is enough, enough?  Thirty percent of Don’s electoral base can’t get enough of him. Seventy percent, on the contrary, Don’s face, can not, stand.  They would … impeach him.

Seventy percent have seen enough chaos.  Heard enough lies.  Seventy percent, impeach him, would.  But a less than Grand Old Party, is protective of him.  They won’t … impeach.

And the wheels of justice, move slowly.  Unlike current events that move, disconcertingly, slowly.  Ye need a constitutional amendment for the recall, of presidents, extraordinarily.

On thinking about, an end game.  Kim.  And Don.  On Luna ….ye’ve been talking … a good game.  But what’s nocturnally done, diurnally’s, undone.  Say on Urantia, what is … good.

Invite Art to be Don’s Special Envoy to talks.  Because Urantians (Earthlings) are but one,  family, truly.  The Koreas, first.  Then, Pakistan and India.  Then finally, Israel … and Iran.

Invite, Kim, as Don’s Special Envoy, Arthur Everman.  In a tweet, nutshelled, the Kim-Don Plan.  Precursor to a new world order … twitter-diplomatically, born … of Kim … and Don.

ONE BILLION PIECES

A billion pieces of sundry items of propaganda were parachuted, ballooned or shot over, Korean lines over the three year long duration of a conflict never declared, Korean, War.

Kim, in Pyongyang.  Don, in New York.  Art, in San Juan.  The three listen closely to Don’s speech to the UN General Assembly.  There, a shockingly mocking Don vowed, 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.  Carefully,

following instructions, and remedially, reading … everything … remedial.  Diplomatically tweet Kim, Moon, Vlad, and Xi … et, al.  Greet them … Donald.  Inquire … of their families.

Don’t demean, meanly.  Don’t do Don as is your wont; meanly demean whomever may be facing ye.  Recall, Don, a carrot and a stick.  Invite, with a carrot.  And with a stick … beat.

Most threats, Donald, won’t cut it.  But there is one, Donald, exception, most, exceptional.  Just ask Jim, HR and Rex.  They’ll know of US military operations in Korea, psychological.

Propaganda:  Kim fears it nearly as much as he does fear the passage of precious … time.  Time awaits not anyone.  Not Kim, Don, Vlad, Xi, Art nor … any man.  Their enemy’s time.

URANTIAN AMBITIONS

Kim’s Korea.  The so-called Hermit Kingdom.  A pariah state, it’s also a cult-of personality state.  And Kim Jong un’s, the alpha-male, top-dog in it.  Kim, his daddy … and his daddy’s

father, have long been … threatening.  Threatening, unfortunately, has become culturally, so North Korean.  A dynamic, complex.  Don’s unfit.  Kim too.  Kim’s emboldened, unduly.

All three of the megalomaniacal brothers are very ill.  Kim’s kidneys are failing.  Failing,  too, the hearts of Don and Art.  Time is short, for them.  And Art knows, Kim fears, dying.

Art knows Donald, the builder-dictator-wannabe, now presiding.  He knows dictator Kim, the dictator, president, also.  And he knows, all too well too, why the caged birds, do sing.

Has Arthur’s brother’s ambition always been, the Antichrist to be?  I know well, the Don,  builder-dictator-wannabe.  And Kim, the dictator.  And Arthur knows Arthur … Everman.

Is Don, a man unbound by ambition the Antichrist of a future history?  Worse.  Has Don’s ambition ever been, Antichrist to be?  No.  No self-respecting Antichrist, would be … Don.

ON HYPOCRISY

“Fake news,” says Don over Rex allegedly saying, he is, a moron. But paper towel tossing, to Maria’s victims; more proof added 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, later, 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, a so jaded, 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, again.

LOL.  Kim-Don.  Kingdom.  On coincidence.  And synchronicity.  And credibly, incredibly, more.  For coincidences are to synchronicities as … sympathy … similarly 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 Pen’s plan of Kim and Don … plan kingdom.

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 their … 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 Almighty 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.  An algorithm, twitter–derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.

Pull back to get back on a track parallel to a 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 the face of 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 is power …. in His Kingdom.

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.

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, rivaling that, of the Scriptures’, Cain and Able, allegorically, and, also, 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.

TWEET TO THEM

Imagine.  Just doing it.  Tweeting (@uriminzok) to Kim.  Telling Kim, oh so diplomatically, what ye think.  Not, personally, of him.  Tell him of a situation,threatening so, precariously.

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, that 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 the 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.

ON THE EUREKA EFFECT

Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear proliferation.  Leaking it to an alchemically Twitter-diplomatic end is His Father’s Arthur.

Countless readers across, the Grand, Universe. Near none, on Urantia.  Then … EUREKA!  Two Urantian, children; two Scottish did occasion … Arthur’s … Archimedean  … 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 their prodigal … third, brother.

The eureka effect refers to the common human experience, of understanding, suddenly, a previously, incomprehensible, or intractable, problem, or shadowy … concept … finally.

The effect, also known as an ‘aha!’ … or eureka … moment is also … not too, uncommonly  known as a revealing, insight … revelation, or even, the greatest, of them … an epiphany.

Insight has, two phases.  First a problem’s solution, comes to an impasse.  Thinking then, out of metaphysical boxes … comes then … the solution sought inside of a box, unopened.

ON 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 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 is, in jeopardy.

Kim is Don’s brother.  He knows that Don is not trustworthy.   That, Don’s like him.  Only, Arthur 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 people invisibly behind GREAT WALLS.

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

America and their South Korean counterparts annually conduct, joint, naval exercises in shows (for public consumption) of force to frighten a presumably paranoid, fearful, Kim.

Shows of force.  LOL.  Don’t 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.

ART’S WARNING

ART’S WARNING:  Coming soon.  Kim’s deadly radioactivity.  One tweet.  Three brotherly, addresses (Don, Kim and UN).  Seven and one half billion, correspondence copies, timely.

On Kim, and Don.  Warrior, Presidents.  But … unwise, brothers.  And More-Mart Greeter Art, their prodigal third brother, and on an algorithmic Plan written for them by Arthur.

On an algorithmic, Kim-Don Plan for Peace by Art, penned.  Simply composed and neatly formatted to enhance, eureka effects, elicited via prayers He hears … ever … circuitously.

Kim has told Don and humanity:  Thermonuclear atmospheric test threats ought literally be taken.  Wherefore; coming, maybe, to theaters of war near ye:  Amazing radioactivity.

Recapitulating.  Two, aircraft carriers.  Suspension of all communications, back-channel. And a chilling, clarification.  Kim assures US.  His threats of tests, atmospheric, are literal.

Grandstanding.  Tits, for tats.  Upping the antes, against whomever might dare, to wither, not, in the face of raw psychopathy; in the faces devilish, of Art’s back-stabbing, brothers.

Donald.  And trouble.  They go, together.  Like Rubles.  And Russians.  Donald needs Kim, dead.  Not alive.  Kim knows. And Kim thinks twice not, when murdering … a next of kin.

ON TOXIN 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’s been, 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 … a-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.  A tragedy, not at all, very, 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, maybe, fake.

How’s that for a most happy (for Donny), ending?  Alas (for Donny), ’tis not to be.  Maybe. If Don does the right thing still, he may yet avoid war, win a Nobel, and avoid jail, maybe.

ON DON’S TOXIN

For the locus of the previously unknown, Don-toxin, is Don; a toxin design manifested by, pathological, lying.  And the proof is in the pudding, for a White House, painted by … lies.

 INSANITY BELIES HEALTHY

Donald took his first (and last) annual, medical examination, today, to a rosy … prognosis. That Don’s destined to be the healthiest man, in the universe, is the … happy … prognosis.

President Don has been deemed to be in ‘excellent health.’  Don’s White House physicians seem unconcerned … about an intellect, suspect … a blackened, heart … lips loosened and,

a brain drain, evident.  Don’s private physician, in November of ’16 … wrote:  In excellent physical health, is Don.”  But Don needs … treatment.  How can his health … be excellent?

A year earlier he’d more or less written:  If Donald is elected, I can state … unequivocally, he’ll be the healthiest president, ever.  The good doctor knew not, Don’s a toxin, mutantly.

Far more often, than not, immigrants to dreamscape, America are the dregs of the wine;  the chaff of the wheat.   If you don’t know this by now President Don, please do … resign.

“Loose lips, do indeed, sink ships.  Even ships of state.  My presidency, is sinking.  My lips, sunk it!  And Bob’s got the eye; the eye, of the tiger.  It’s eyeballing me and my tasty, lips.”

“To Art’s Kim-Don Plan I am re-committing.  But in yet another slip of my lips I’ve already informed the media, that, we actually have, a good relationship.  Back me, Kim, already.”

ON TWO STATE SECRETS

“My condition, like your kidney ailment, is a state … secret.  My lips are slipping.  Slipping too are a number of lesser (my brain), organs.  To the Kim-Don Plan, I am re-committing.”

“Please believe me, my brothers.  I meant not to say, what I, in fact, said.  But, just joking, was I.  I love all of my brother countrymen, equally.  It’s just that, my lips … are slipping.”

On Luna (where only truth is spoken), Don addressed his faux pas, of yesterday.  “Believe I’d better have these (pointing, at his lips), surgically, removed.” Please … in me … believe.

12-21-12.  Three electric strikes.  Nightly ever since, brothers with visionaries … on Luna, soiree.  Luna.  “She’s a looker, I’ll bet,” he said, when told, he would be, at night, on Luna.

Making, of friends … foes.  Expert antagonists are Kim and Don, Art’s two, megamaniacal, brothers.  Art the protagonist is purposely, inexpert; once, having been slavish to alcohol.

Everybody wants to be leading.  No one wants to be following. So, all follow, the primrose path; the path of least resistance, to leading, not following.  And making of friends … foes.

Sans … Tsars, royal.  Ditto, China and Xi.  Everybody wants to be leading ….  No following. So, all follow, the primrose path; the path, of least, resistance … to leading, not, following.

ON BROMANCING THE STONES

Urantia’s global governors, the leaders, of nations, lie for a living.  To wit, KGB-Vlad; Wily, and bent on returning Russia, to its missing, prominence.  Recalling … Russian hegemony.

Urantia’s global governors, the leaders of sundry, nations, lie, for a living.  Praising Kim, suddenly is Vlad, as if dumping Don … for Kim’s loving.  He is KGB, wily … and returning,

his nation to a prominence recalling Tsarist Russia.  To Tsarist Russia, he’d take Russians. It’s not just Vlad.  China’s Xi, too.  UN veto-wielders, especially, place, first … their nations.

Vladimir’s opinion, on Don’s war, of wits, with Kim:  Kim’s ‘won this match’ on weapons, nuclear.  Vlad’s characterization of the Kim, as an educated man and a mature politician,

makes Art think he’s dumping Don, for Kim.  And, that Vlad knows more, than he lets on; says Kim can hit anything.  How would Vlad know … for Kim’s ICBMs, reentry is, a given?