Son-in-law Jared, one of the Don’s closest advisers has lost his daily access, highly prized, to presidential intelligence briefings. is attorney said. “I’m not surprised, he’s surprised.
He’s “done more, than what’s expected of him.” He’s new, to cover-ups, and conspiracies. Who knew, that when asked for a listing, of foreign contacts, they wanted, names, every.
TODAY’S UPDATE
Recapping: Kim-Don’s Plan. Art’s, idea. Jared’s, really. And, it may be, for Kim and Don, a win-win, face-saving, solution. Everybody gets something. And nobody gets … nothing.
Everybody gets something. Nobody gets nothing. Kim’s economy, booms. Don gets room to breathe a spell, in the face, of Bob’s attack, domestically. Kim-Don; a win-win, solution.
Maybe. Only, maybe. What for sure’s a no-brainer for everyone else is, for Kim and Don, no sure thing. Art’s misgivings — of but lip service — to the Kim-Don Plan … were proven.
Proven. Thus far anyway. In space-time. Where things get done, when they get undone, elsewhere. As in an E = mc squared of Albert’s Theory of Relativity. Done. Then undone.
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. And 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. And 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.
TWEET TO YOUR BRETHREN
Arthur’s telling everyone. And their brothers. Albeit Kim and Donald are tribally, closer, Arthur knows his overriding responsibility is to seven or eight billion … 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 … do augur … frightful, fights.
Frightful fights are augured between the DPRK, the USA and a … ROK. Fights so frightful, given is a likelihood, of the fighting, attracting the attention … of a China … ever watchful.
Never more so than now. Now that Xi in China, true to despots, everywhere … is, forever. And just, like that. It is what it is, no longer is. Xi’s … here. Making China … Han Heaven.
Don. Donald is rich, powerful, and president. Poor as dirt, is More-Mart greeter, Arthur. Arthur hears, ‘thoughts’. Thoughts, Arthur, ‘hears’. They doubt leaders. So does 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.
WORD WEAPONIZATION
“Write to your brethren,” Pen had commissioned, “of their tragi-comedy, epically. Write, through them, especially, to children. Let legatees, rightful, to Kim and the 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, is not at all, as things, ought be. However, on Urantia, nothing normal is happening.
An allegory has written, the Watcher’s, Art. About Kim. And Don. And Art. On ye lying,(wo)men. In answer to, countless bluebirds’, insistent questioning; “what, is happening?
“Like Joyce’s Wake, NUMBER is, sui generis. Like Janus, backward, and, forward, looking. On Arthur’s Everman’s, Watcher inspired Kim-Don Plan. A solution, so forward, looking.
Forget not, my dear lector, the following characteristics, of this Kim, Donald, and Arthur, collaboration, ere continuing with what happened after Penemue’s awakening of Arthur.
INTRODUCTION TO ART”S PURPOSE
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. And 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. And 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 or eight billion … 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 … do augur … frightful, fights.
Frightful fights are augured between the DPRK, the USA and a … ROK. Fights so frightful, given is a likelihood, of the fighting, attracting the attention … of a China … ever watchful.
And Xi’s China shall indeed be Ever watchful especially, now. Now that Xi’s here, forever. 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 the 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, is not at all, as things, ought be. However, on Urantia, nothing normal is happening.
THE TALLEST TALE
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 almost all 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 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, off-white, and brown.
Rex, the Secretary, avers there are direct lines of communication, with Kim. Notably, he’s not saying, whether Kim ever answers him, 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, perhaps even no effective communication with Kim Jong un.
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 just … one.
In more ways than one. For the Kim-Don model of Twitter-Diplomacy anticipates export next, to Pakistan and India. Then on (and, back to) … Iran and Israel. Peace … for export!
Take it, from Art. Buzz, told him. Ye are at, a critical mass. Kim, knows it. A crazed Don, knows it too. Kim’s peace, is to survive. Don’s, is to skip jail. Art’s peace is a 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 His … wisdom.
ON A PRODIGAL BROTHER
Verily, it depends on both the Kim and the Donald. Verily, too, it all now also depends on that also Hamlet-like, ham, Art. Disproportionately, all depends on the Kim and the Don.
On propaganda drones bombing Pyongyang; an infinitesimal part of a very much, larger story. Kim’s the dictator. Don’s the speller. Greeter Arthur’s … their astonished … writer.
Kim is the dictator. Don is the speller (builder, and the dictator, wannabe). And, Arthur, is the writer of Penemue-inspired poetry; prodigal brother to two … tyrannical, brothers.
A prodigal, to Kim and Don, has been their brother, Arthur. And, the reason underlying, Arthur’s sojourns, abroad; and the reason why, the Kim, and the Don, just keep on, lying.
The reason why the Kim and the Don, even to this day … lie, so ever constantly, fatefully, is owing to a playing one fateful day of the simple board game of the Parker’s, Monopoly.
A game of Monopoly’s the reason why, Kim and the Don even to this day, ever constantly, lie. From that fateful day onward Art’s bros, sans Thought Adjuster, live utterly, selfishly.
Enter to the rescue, the ever wannabe, prodigal brother and probationary Angel-Trainee, Arthur Everman. To save his brothers, the Kim and the Don. And indeed … all humanity.
STOLEN WAR PLANS
Kim’s hackers have stolen the joint American-S.Korean war plans, including decapitation plans for Supreme Leader Kim, and some of his most, murderous, supporting henchmen.
Kim’s hackers brazenly stole Don’s war plans on the very eve of a pending confrontation. So, Donald is posturing and posting, belligerently, of destruction … and … deconstruction.
Yet another globall public, humiliation, for the Don’s Americans. Lately ye get no respect. It’s been Vladimir. And Kim. Now both of them treat ye disdainfully and with disrespect.
Mere hours later Don’s bombers have flown again over the peninsula, albeit careful, not to violate Kim’s sovereignty. Bombing 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 testy 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. But, 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, the 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 should want to calm, anxious nerves. Saying it though, made Don feel good.
The setting of Don’s ‘calm before the storm’ cryptic remark; a formal White House dinner with his 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 any confusion added, by not … answering.
The sly-like, smiling. The wink. The provocative, tweets. All stemming, from a warning, seemingly, to no one in particular, as if just 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. And deconstruction is getting done.
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,” Arthur 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. DONALD: President ye shan’t be fortoo long. Act now, against Kim.
Let’s face it. There once was a day, when there were more Russian than Americans, in an Oval Office visit by the Russian Ambassador to the Donald after the Donald fired the 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 the Donald, is beckoning.
It’s up to Rex, HR, Jim and John to act as a buffer, against the misfit, unfit, that is the Don. In defense of a Constitution, are they. And for billions, not mere millions, are guardians.
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 not … 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 have … never done.
KIM-DON, REHASHED
The story of us. His story. Ours … mostly. Ironies, collected. In 280 signature characters. Answering riddles, hard; ‘what’s happenings’, of bluebirds; and easy; one of the Watcher:
The Watcher’s riddle: Lend Pen, the Watcher, your eyes. And ayes as well. And answer, truly the question posed in the riddle, of the following, couplet verse. Pray. And answer.
A riddle, existential: How many Twitter-accountable Urantians may it take to take down, Kim and Don’s, Twitter, accounts? The might of the Word might help … take them, down.
Answers to the bluebirds’ questionings, come hard. In contrast to, the Watcher’s answer, easy. Crashing the twitter account of your opponent is, as propaganda … an easy answer.
Now hear this: This tweet’s a dress rehearsal: Thanks Donald. For everything. America, is great again. Mike reads. He’ll take over. He’ll be prez of the United States, of America.
Kim: Mind your elder. Make peace, now. If ye’d rather deal with Don then so tweet him. If ye’d rather deal with Mike, then tweet him. Let’s rehash, a Kim-Don Plan, ad nauseum.
Recapping: Kim-Don’s Plan. Art’s, idea. Jared’s, really. And, it may be, for Kim and Don, a win-win, face-saving, solution. Everybody gets something. And nobody gets … nothing.
RIDDLES
EPILOG: Collected, ironies. History. Current events. Futures. 280, characters, signature. Answering riddles, hard; ‘what’s happenings’, of bluebirds; and easy; one of the Watcher:
The Watcher’s riddle: Lend Pen, the Watcher, your eyes. And ayes as well. And answer, truly the question posed in the riddle, of the following, couplet verse. Pray. And answer.
A riddle, existential: How many Twitter-accountable Urantians may it take to take down, Kim and Don’s, Twitter, accounts? The might of the Word might help … take them, down.
Paul’s words rang like gongs in his ears. “Nobody, asked ye, to be a damn bleeding heart, liberal.” And voices disembodied, converged upon Arthur, saying, “Follow … your heart.”
Art’s old. Sick. Semi-retired. More-Mart, greeting. Pretending it’s not the end of a world. Founding, given grave times, Arthur’s School of Poetry, for the Weaponization, of Words.
Self-help. For citizens wanting to express, personally, misgivings. Misgivings, one way or another. Misgivings about personal agendas of personalities conflicting with each other.
BLEEDING HEARTS FOLLOWING
EPILOG: Collected ironies. History. Current events. Futures. All, in Arthur’s, signature, 280 characters. Epic verse answering the commissions, of Penemue. He is, the Watcher.
Don reread, anew, Vladimir’s, last seven, words: “Just see, he kills himself … right away.” And he wondered about, the meaning of the words. And ellipses. Is right away … today?
Alarmed, Art got up. Then sat, back down. He’d arisen too quickly. He arose anew, more slowly. Checked, locks. Peered through, aptly named blinds, up and down the street, for.
For? For what? Who or what are you on the lookout for? Paranoia, setting in. Common in megalomaniacs especially hard-cores like Art. And Vlad. And Xi. And Kim. And Don.
Presumptious of Art. To mix with the high rollers of society. But OK if deemed, harmless. But there’s no harmlessness in the rousing of the rabble. Rousing them’s not … harmless.
And Maria, were she here, would inimitably smile and say, “Here we go, again. ” Maybe, not this time, though. Art’s tweets, have been, unflattering. Now, rabble rousing … is he.
And Paul’s words rang, like gongs, in my ears. “Nobody, asked ye, to be a bleeding heart, liberal.” Voices, disembodied converged upon but two ears, saying, “Follow your heart.”
SOME MAIN CHARACTERS
Penemue (Pen), is the Watcher. Art, a Greeter-megalomaniac. Kim and Don. Presidents, of their countries. As are Vlad, Xi and many others disgracing and gracing, as Presidents.
And each and everyone of those presidents along with each and every one of the citizens, over whom they preside, is, to a degree, megalomaniacal. Presidents are, primo, citizens.
Ye … are not. It is, what it is. With power, comes privilege. But, the erstwhile, powerless, only, seemingly, are powerless. Art, Pen then, commissioned: Empower … the powerless.
Pen’s commission, by electrocution, consummated … flash, forward. Arthur’s smack dab in the middle of a mom of murder mayhem, mystery thrillers. In the middle, smack dab.
No one shall question Don, the suicide of Arthur. Make sure, he ‘kills’ himself right away. On second thought, “Evicting him’s, moot become. Just see he kills himself … right away.”
DEATH OF A SALESMAN
Bob’s gotten the goods on everybody, and literally, their brothers. Already, Vlad worries, of Russian backlashes; an ousting, from a Russian presidency, that protects by immunity.
The mere contemplation of possible loss of his diplomatic immunity, has Vlad, in a tizzy. Everything was just fine. Then that guy saying, he’s everyone’s brother, butts in, rudely.
Bob’s got everyone, scrambling. He’s complicating things, unduly. Uncomplicating them is risky. Having Bob assassinated might save the day by casting on Donald, the suspicion.
Better yet, the death of a salesman. Kill Don not Kim but that Arthur guy that’s espousing ideas, egalitarian. Have him, evicted. Then kill him! No one, but one only, will miss him.
He lives alone. In federally-subsidized housing. And he’s just a More-Mart Store Greeter. A liberal, of the bleeding heart variety. So, no one shall question, the suicide … of Arthur.
No one shall question Don, the suicide of Arthur. Make sure, he ‘kills’ himself right away. On second thought, “Evicting him’s, moot become. Just see he kills himself … right away.”
And Don read and reread, Vlad’s last seven words: Just see he kills himself … right away. And he wondered about, the meaning of the words. And ellipses. Is right away … today?
ON TRADING PLACES
What does Rick know? About whom? Is what he knows limited to deals he and Paul did with Ukraine? Or does he know enough, to convince Paul, to cooperate. And, not, ad lib.
A supreme irony. Vlad got the goods on Don. Compromising, him. Blackmailing, Donny. Don’s been unduly, deferential. And Bob’s been successful in getting goods on everybody.
A minefield unprecedented, if this has been Vlad’s doing. Vlad’s a criminal, if knowingly he, conspired. And in an irony, supreme, a Russian backlash may oust, Vlad’s presidency.
The drama of Don’s reality-TV presidency has been, unparalleled. Next, to nothing, ever. Even so, the next generation of anything, betters; on a White House, arresting. First ever.
Don’s not getting past Bob’s investigation. And Mike may be with Don, like Eddie, trading places. Doing like Spike, the right thing. Next man up. Up next; a White House arresting.
Pending dramatic changes of courses, Presidents Kim and Don, are history. Both of them. Both having wined and dined with Art last night (on Luna), know that time’s up for them.
Both are tragi-comically ironically between ROK (the Republic of Korea) and hard places. No one benefits from maximum pressure like the Mike. Mike with Don is trading places.
ON MIKE AND IKE AND DON
“Into fatal error, ensnare Kim,” thought Mike smiling smugly while thinking. He yet may make, a fine-looking president. Mike’s smile suddenly turns upside down. Don yet may
benefit from any miscalculation of Kim by killing, or replacing him. It may yet be Donald who may in the long-term, long govern. And make US (of TRUMP), great. Maybe, Donald.
Mike, on Yo: The sister of Kim Jong un (Yo), is a central pillar, of the most tyrannical and oppressive regimes on Urantia. The Kims are an evil despotic family, that brutalizes and
subjugates and starves and imprisons its 25 million (sic) people, Mike said, as he thought to himself. “Into error provoke Kim.” Into error provoke him”, smiling … at the thought.
Kim wants a resort, for skiing, to which he might attract Aspen’s elite’s … hard, currency. Don wants a military parade, down Pennsylvania Avenue. Kim and Don, it is easy to see,
are great stewards of their country’s, treasuries. Presidents Kim and Don, it’s easy to see, as presidents, shall not (can not) much longer, be. Presidents Kim and Don … are history.
Pending dramatic changes of courses, Presidents Kim and Don, are history. Both of them. Both having wined and dined with Art last night (on Luna), know that time’s up for them.
DON: ON FOX, CNN AND SUN-TSU
At CNN no one’s fair and balanced like my foxy, friends at Fox. One guru’s master, Sean. When the sun’s high, I’m attacking. I’ll ask, Sun-Tsu. Then I’ll ask, my master man, Sean.
Said Don (The Just), just last evening on Luna, “I am sending the one who can rival Kim’s Ivanka”: The real one. On my sending a ‘real’ Ivanka. Red herring fake news from CNN.
At CNN no one’s fair and balanced like my foxy, friends at Fox and the foxy master, Sean. I’m attacking. If a sun’s high, maybe. I’ll ask Sun-Tsu. And I’ll ask my master man, Sean.
Donald, is really dumb. But even Don’s, not that dumb. He knows that Paul’s testimony, shall be the key to showing that his campaign did knowingly collude with the oligarchies.
Oligarchies, Russian. Said collusion might well be by Bob unjustly construed, as treason. Soon. Kim, therefore, must be attacked, soon. When the sun’s high in sky attack at noon.
Around Don’s neck, he’s feeling, a choking feeling. As if a noose, tightens. Dumb, is Don. But not that dumb. Paul’s key to showing collusion is treason. If this Russian hoax thing,
threatens him, then Kim must be attacked soon. When the sun is high. Attack … at noon. Paul’s key to showing collusion’s treason. When the sun’s high in the sky. Attack at noon.
ON HATING HATE
To stop mass shootings we must violate, our cultures … of hate. When it comes to bigotry and violence we need to hold perpetrators … and ourselves, accountable, simultaneously.
Urantians. Earthlings. Lend Pen, the Watcher, your eyes. And ayes as well. And answer truly the question posed in the riddle, of the following, couplet verse. Pray. And answer.
An existential riddle: How many Twitter-account bearing Urantians might it take, to take down Kim and Don’s official Twitter accounts? The might of the Word … may well make,
for a replay, akin to Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation, let’s make wordplay, swordplay’s, superior. Tweet to Kim and Don, directly. For every tweet is a vote … against swordplay.
Don’s tweetstorm, this weekend, responding to Bob’s indictment, of the chef, of Vladimir, a mutual friend is revealing, seemingly, of one in stark terror, of the revenge of Vladimir.
Donald’s feeling as trapped, as any man has ever been. But Bob on Don’s got, a Vladimir, like, hold, too. And Bob’s hold on Don’s firmer, and even more painful … than Vladimir’s.
ON KIM AND DON
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, off-white, and brown.
A cool brown ought be, the color of ye. Shades of brown ought be, the color of humanity. But Arthur Everman’s megalomaniacal brothers, are common, retrograde, reactionaries.
Megalomaniacal also, is Art. Of the three brothers, Art alone’s been the megalomaniacal, reserved. Art’s all for publicity albeit, not of himself. He’s the reserved, megalomaniacal.
Kim’s goal, ultimately, is to reunify, the entire Korean peninsula, under a Juche, ideology. To better his father; and his father’s father. As Alexander The Great, bettered, his daddy.
Greatness. A legacy, lasting … forever. More than any other single thing, it’s vindication, by greatness, that drives Kim and Don. And on Urantia there isn’t room for both of them.
There appears not, room enough, frankly, for either, of them. The relentlessness of time. Happenings; synchronicities. Under the circumstances, Arthur’s is a face saving solution.
On attacking, Kim and Don. If attacking Kim, attack with propaganda. Ditto … with Don. So, if attacking Don, attack, as well, with propaganda. Kim gets it. Not getting it, is Don.
Kim gets it. Art gets it, too. Not getting it, though, is Don. But then again, and ever more and more, Don gets it, not. A fountain, of misinformation, now gone senile, what’s more.
The betterment, of one’s dad. Blind ambition, more blinding, than blind. Dictators duly, do what they do because they can. Empowered by ye, so are they, duly, at mercy … of ye.
It is nature herself that teaches us of the wisdom in catastrophes. Quakes. Floods. Fires. And, aftermaths, lengthy. At times, belied by, heavy, harvests. More oft, desolation, dire.
“A handful, of months” says, one of Don’s, spies. Five months, to die … or, begin … to die. Five months. In the late spring, or early, in summer. That’s when, God knows, who dies.
Kim needs not, the firings, of missiles, intercontinental, to get Don’s attention, total. He’s got, more powerful, weapons. Some, secret. Arsenals, of females. Armies of … beauties.
Moranbong singers. A troop-like troupe, of militaristic, cheerleaders. Envoys. Beautiful. A bevy of weapons beautiful, and beautifully, unconventional. Yo though’s been unusual.
SAY WHAT! What’s, breaking? Real, news. Not, fake, news? Really? Or just … surreally? And what? A More-Mart greeter is the humble brother of Kim and Don, getting friendly?
He says he’s here on URANTIA, because the Watcher Penemue, (Pen) the giver of all verse to man asked him? Once upon a universe, Penemue taught Art the art of … couplet verse.
Mike, who well avoided any direct contact, with any of Kim’s officials, WHILST attending the Games, on his way home away FROM the games, is only now speaking of, the opening
of talks with Kim. In double-speak, speaking, he just said Don’s to keep up … against Kim, “maximum pressure” in order for negotiations about denuclearization … to, then … open.
Kim and Don: Disappointments; BIG-TIME, to our Father. Arthur, is … the prodigal, son, returned. They’d divided Urantia between them. “One nation for Kim one, for the Don.”
PSA: Public Service Announcement: NOW HEAR THIS: Donald: Get it together, already! Get it together. Or resign. Resign, effectively. Fo’ there’s no cure for what ye’ve got baby!
There’s no cure for what ye’ve got. Absent, repentance; and acceptance of responsibility. And ye ne’er go there. So resign, already. Unfit, by any definition, please resign, already.
Kim’s got it. And gets it. Don’s, got it, too. But Don, doesn’t much get, using, propaganda. And Don does not know, way too many, things. Like for one, the utility of … propaganda.
Particularly in the context of his sundry, situations. Drone in … Don … your propaganda. Propaganda, Don. It’s what Kim, most fears. Force Kim … to yield to … your, propaganda.
Easy only in theory may be the saving of Urantia by the communal, poetry, of the masses. Yet sure as shootin’ comes a day when what Art’s blogging may save a day for the masses.
On the surface of Luna Don feels in Heaven. But on Luna Don feels he loves also Yo. Don wants, Yo, in Heaven. It’s just boys being boys, locker-room talk; not … sexual aggression.
Certainly, not all, love Yo. But no one has really been able even, to get to know her, even. Eventually, she may be Don’s. For the moment, Yo’s gone. Fear of defection, of her, even.
On the correction of fake news in a tweet tweeted immediately before this instant tweet. Not all love Yo. Especially the haters of Kim. So opportune too is the timing of this tweet.
And a good lesson in the penning of couplet verses coupled in turn to, related, tweetings. All in all; real news, mixed with fake news. All, live. Live, from Luna, Arthur’s tweeting.
All love, Yo. Especially, Don. So, opportune’s this tweet’s, timing. On why the lies that fly not, on Luna, fly everywhere, on Urantia, even where, high flying Eagles, only dare … fly.
It is not in the air down there, or that there’s none, of that, here. It’s in high cuisine’s fine atmosphere for pleasantly delicious, dining. On Kim, Don and Art. Wining … and dining.
And it took Art, a long, short, time, to pen, in 280s. That is say, to tweet, in couplet, verse. For to tweet in couplet, verse is itself, tragic and comic. It’s fun, making fun, of the Earth.
A baby faced assassin, dictator. His, closeted, feminist, sister. And the ever, wrong, Don. And everyone to them’s duly, connected. Without electricity, in PR, it is, damn, cold, Don.
Without electricity, it’s cold down here, Don … in Puerto Rico. Let’s meet, in Washington, where it’s might yet be warm enough for me, Don, for me, anon. Up there in Washington.
With the arrival of the long awaited, end game, everywhere, elsewhere, life has become, survival of, the fittest, actually. Comparatives and superlatives, always confuse, the Don.
A baby, faced (Kim hates, that depiction), dictator. A closeted, feminist, sister (even, she), knows not. And ever, wrong, Don. Through them, near everyone’s connected, virtually.
On Arthur’s monitor, suddenly, the astonishingly beautiful and erudite, Ms. Kim Yo Jong. Like Emily ere, for Arthur, she’s a game changing, vision. Arthur envisions, Kim Yo Jong,
tweeting, of Kim, “May Arthur have the honor of meeting your nation’s, Deputy Director, of Propaganda and Agitation? Well representative of womanhood’s, the Deputy Director.
Crime stopping Bob’s, on a mission. Many, missions, really. All missions, that flow from, Russian meddling in the elections that therefrom, Don came to be, a president, however.
And so now all are in a real hurry, all of a sudden. Bob. Kim. Vlad. Xi. Art. And … Don. Of all of them, no one’s more in a hurry than Don. To kill Kim, in lieu of, capture, by Don.
Don is great. That’s Don’s take. And America’s great again because of him. And like Kim, he believes that when push comes to shove fate shall have him be, the last man standing.
Who shall win, the Olympic, propaganda, competition? Thus far, diplomatic maneuvers, have largely been limited to, ever effecting, the avoidance … altogether … of one another.
Kim’s men have an advantage. Don’s men … are Don-led. And not even, a reader, is Don. He understands not the history of propaganda on a peninsula and its utility, against Kim.
If he had, but read. But, alas, he does not read! He but blusters. Bluster, by many, taken as bravado. Braveness. To brave, the swamp. And, drain it. And build, there, buildings.
On Arthur’s Everman’s, Watcher inspired Kim-Don Plan. A solution, so forward, looking.
or to the President, patriotic, may be guilty of ‘treasonous’ behavior. Knowing my Donny, in some few words , “treason” as word, Don, is planning on, watering down … repeatedly.
Verily, the incorrigible child become only the 45th president, of US, remains incorrigible, making most days, seem surreal. For a prototypical, incorrigible, has grown, also, senile.
A ‘bloody nose’ strike is a military action limited enough, so that it would not necessarily, spark a war, yet robust enough, to force Kim Jong un to be, more brotherly … neighborly.
Don’s guys are split. Rex and Jim are urging caution regarding overtly, military, options. H.R., however, wants Don to bloody Kim’s nose. Relax … Kim. Don soon, may be … gone.
THE DEFAMER-IN-CHIEF
Only the great, President Donald may slur, whomever he so desires, with total, impunity. Only he may make US first and great again. Accordingly, only he may slur with impunity.
The law of the land is that no one flaunt, with impunity … the law. But the law is flawed, if a much beloved President Don is not allowed to rule with impunity. The law is flawed.
President Don’s first State of the Union depicts a scarily, bipolar, America. It is difficult to imagine a maiden State of the Union address, any more divisive, through … and through.
It is, what is it is … though. What might have been had Donald begun with infrastructure and not immigration, ye shall never know. The point is moot, anyway. One thing’s, sure.
President Don’s first State of the Union, augurs, for US … subtraction … by division. Don’s formula, by American standards, is unique. But far from unique, it’s been copied by Don.
Subtraction … by division. A formula among American presidents, uniquely … the Don’s. But historically it has been a formula by autocrats, tried and true. Autocratic, is the Don.
ONE YEAR IN
Day 375: With mid-terms looming, 33 Republican incumbents, won’t run, for reelection. Dems need 24 to for control, of the House, of Representatives. And one more, won’t run.
Constitutionally, the power of impeachment resides in this House … of cards. Reshuffling of the deck is auguring, of President Donald, a discarding. On the Donald’s … discarding.
“I believe my husband. I believe my husband; it was all organized, from the opposition,” Melania told CNN’s Anderson before the 2016 election. Now she sees, he’s the opposition.
Melania (#metoo) has been out of sight since reports, of an infidelity of … President Don. She skipped the Forum in Davos. Yet she’ll be attending Don’s … State … of the disUnion.
Donald’s favorite world leaders are all male dictators. One adviser of the Donald put it in this way. “Who are the three guys on the planet … [that] the Donald … most admires?” In
answer; Xi, Recep and Vlad. Like President Donny, all guys. They’re in control admirably … ruthlessly. China’s Xi, Turkey’s Recep and Russia’s Vladimir. Like them, he’d like, to be.
A major consequence of the Don’s presidential run might well have been the destruction, of the GOP. Delusional, was the Dems’ unity, in their opposition to, the lying, orange, one.
ART’S ART
On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries. Overtly military operation, options, are limited. Why not then, photo-letter-bomb … the Kimmy?
On three problems. Three clashes, of nations. Three, opportunities. The brothers three, act, 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 and Gandhi see: Hindsight’s, 20-20. And they see folly; their own, but 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 begood for anyone. Simplifying and complicating things: twitter-diplomacy.North and South Korea.
Pakistan. India. Iran. Israel. Koreas. Three, problems. Enter, three, megalomaniacals. 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 begood 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.
ONTRADING PLACESBut Kim and Don, differ. They dealt with The Devil. They accepted … an offerfrom 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’sbros, 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.
Nuclear weapons and nationalism. Adding Kim and Don makes … two, unholy, tandems. Under extreme duress Kim and Don agreed in principle, to Arthur’s offer of a face-saver.
Donald’s losing … it! Deconstructing, states. Abdicating, leadership. Withdrawing, from treaties. A GOP is finding it unsustainably torturous defending him, himself … from.
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, Donald’s 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.
ON NO COLLUSION
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, 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. 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.
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.
xTWEET 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?
Vlad’s lauding Kim. He’s dumping Don, for Kim. And Vlad knows more, than he, lets on; says Kim can strike anything. How knows he, that for Kim’s ICBMs, reentries, are given?
STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
On writing a stream of consciousness; when, “what’s happening,” is not, just … one thing, but, inconceivably … many. On writing a stream of consciousness, in a ball of confusion.
On connections invisible, between people, places … and things. And their … happenings. That we can’t see them and can not otherwise appreciate them affects not … happenings.
Kim. Don. Your names rhyme with kingdom do they not? Why do Arthur’s brothers see in More-Mart greeter Art an enemy and no brother, and respond not, to … his entreaties?
GREAT, BREAKING, NEWS, FROM PRESIDENT, DONNY: No military action by US … taken, while talks between Kim’s DPRK and Moon’s ROK, are ongoing. Take a hint Kim Jong un.
As long as ye keep talking nothing military is … happening. And nephrologists, to teat ye, volunteer even as the ink on tweets, dries, and the tweets become, like butterflies … free,
in the imagination of any child of His, to be coupled like cars on trains, with other tweets, to epic, poetry, pen. For the moment, it yet means not much if ye, each other, don’t tweet.
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 is … tipping.
“It’s synchronicity!” Don exclaimed, upon learning of Kim’s likely, kidney, ailment. Jung’s belief: Just as events may be connected by causality they may be connected by meaning.
Events unconnected by causality but meaning haven’t causal explanation. Admonitions, are they. They are warning we three brothers of Art’s heart, Kim’s kidneys and my brain.
Kidneys may be suffering from Kim’s smoking and drinking. A weak voice is evidencing, a DPRK state secret. Kim’s kidneys … aren’t working. That, a weak voice, is … evidencing.
Ask especially the Teflon, Don. For apt was Ronny’s, “trust but verify.” Let’s find out why every investigation, teflon, seems so attractive … to. Trust but verify. Let’s find out, why?
Trust, but verify, as mantra honors, looking backwards’ going forward. Trust, but verify. Gotta, trust, “trust … but, verify.” cc: @uriminzok @potus In Kim we trust, if we … verify.
Imagine too, an alternative, destiny: Kim is feeling trapped; out of time, with few options. Ditto … Don. War seems certain, absent a military coup, an assassination … or revolution.
On twitter, poetry, alchemy, empathy, and presidents. On connections, invisible, between them. People, places, things. And happenings. Senses fail. Art’s asking, What’s it mean?
KIM-DON POLLS
“Tweet to the wise (wo)men (the wise guys), of Urantia. And copy Arthur’s two, twitter-account-bearing, exceedingly presidential, and heavy hitting, timber bearing … brothers,
to poll ye as to pressing issues having arisen from Arthur’s tweets in answer to brothers’ answers, to one another, and Urantians, internationally. Two invite ye to opine a-twitter.
As if, a Godsend, Heaven, sent. For Arthur’s brothers Kim and Don have assured Arthur, this very evening, in soiree; in the morrow, the two shall, historically, tweet one another.
Upon their departures to Pyongyang and Washington, The Watcher, Penemue, to Arthur, asked, “Do ye know when and why two cave?” He replied, “Not when. Why is … Twitter.”
“No one knows when. And while whys may be many, one reasons, one of them’s Twitter. Between them Twitter-Diplomacy’s their first born baby. The new-born Plan’s, in danger.
And the morrow came. And the morrow went. And so history today, is not … happening. What is happening, is, Liar’s Poker. Only those who shamelessly lie … end up … winning.
“May a lie be a good thing if it belies, another lie, larger,” asks Arthur, of Urantia (Earth)? We; Kim and Don and Art agree on Art’s fictional plan to save from itself Urantian, earth.
LUNA’S LUNATICS
Three soiree, nightly, on Luna. Three, lunatic, brothers. Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter. The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and
philosophy, on, highlands. Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand …. Never!
The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands. And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California. Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,
acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands. And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization. For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an
Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,
written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?
And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS: Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply, “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”
LUNAR COLLUSION
Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation. Trust in them verily, is very mistaken. And Arthur should know. He has been meeting with them (Kim
and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications. Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side. It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate. It’s from the moon.
There is strength, in numbers. More on that, later. For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.
Art’s just a greeter. A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don. But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men. In brothers and sisters. In fathers and … mothers.
Art greets, professionally: Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us. Tweet: “Honorable Kim: Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.” Greet by tweet.
Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted. No talk of any issues, substantively. Just greetings. If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.
On Presidents Kim and Don. And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.
THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES 