TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLY:  WORDPLAY … SCREENPLAYS

TODAY’S UPDATE: 

Rudy lets Marine-Bob know no interview of Don without FBI provision of informant info. But Bob has enough evidence, already.  And Bob surely knows, what Rudy, doesn’t, know.

DAY 492

On Rudy’s evolving defense of President Don.  The FBI had no business snooping on Don. Any evidence Bob’s inquiry produces is the tainted fruit, of an illegitimate, investigation.

When asked about the legitimacy of the FBI probe, Rudy answered that it was not, citing, reports of an FBI informant, or two within the campaign, as reason … for its discrediting.

TREASON’S THE REASON

Go figure.  Just a day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

Unreasonable, is the Don, usually. Not tho, this time. He called the summit off … suddenly, after Kim’s men, didn’t show for a preparatory and called VP Pence, a “political  dummy.

”As a “political dummy,” Kim, by extension, referred to, Don’s Vice President, Mike Pence, in a tweet.  Unreasonable usually’s the Don.  But misspoken is Vice President Mike Pence.

Mike misspoke.  As did Kim, responding to Mike.  Mike cited the case of Libyan President Quadaffi to Kim.  Kim retorted with the dummy remark.  A great start, for the Presidents.

Vice President Mike Pence may someday soon be the president … of all of the Americans.  And sooner, than ye think.  Don’s been obstructing justice, for Vladimir and the Russians.

Don has been obstructing justice for Vladimir’s Russians.  That, by definition … is treason. Treason, even more than obstruction of justice is the reason, impeachment’s … in season.

A mere day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  Possibly.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  This episode tho is just jostling, for position … today.

Vladimir at the last minute, too, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And last night’s soiree on Luna held surprise reprises for the brothers, thinking, of peace.

Don’s distortion, of my comments, is all too, … Orwellian. “I mean this is … George Orwell; up is down, black is white … peace is war.”  And lying … well, lying … is a virtue … as well.

“Up is down; black is white; peace is … war.”  Lying is a valued virtue … groundbreaking.   Kim and Don, are virtuous.  The two most fictionally artful liars are not, denuclearizing.

“If you change your mind please do not hesitate to call me or write.” NSA’s reconsidering, nuking you.  Up is down, black is white, peace is war. Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking and earth-shaking.

What (wo)man in the main, understands, not, Kim and Don do understand, instinctively.  Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking.  Politicians lie, naturally.   Politicians lie, instinctively

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  Just jostling, for position today, for come, what may.

PEACE, INTERRUPTED

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On Don’s cancellation of talks, upon interpreting Kim’s latest tweet as hostile.  War on the horizon?  Or jockeying for position?

Just jockeying for position, are Presidents, Kim and Don.  And the Don’s taken (if the talks resume), the upper hand.  If Kim, ultimately, is forced back to the table, for peace … talks.

Don’s decision to cancel complicates the relationship of President Don with President Xi,  and Kim only seemingly.  Kim and Xi planned it all with Don last night,  … surreptitiously.

Don’s decision to cancel the summit with North Korea’s Kim was made … surreptitiously, last evening, at their nightly dream, on Luna.  To get China too, to the table, only, secretly.

On Don’s decision to cancel with Kim Jong un; made last evening, at the latest, of nightly, dreams on Luna.  The cancellation is to get China’s Xi, too … to the table … only … secretly.

Vladimir too, at the last minute, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And tonight’s soiree on Luna, holds surprise … reprises, for the brothers, talking of peace.

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On the Don’s cancellation of talks on interpreting Kim’s tweet as hostile.  War’s ever on, horizons.  This is jostling, for, position.

PARANOIA

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.”  So wrote Victor in 2014, during the 1st Bush, administration. Insecure … is Kim Jong un.

Victor Cha continued, “Dictators may exercise extreme and draconian power … like Kim,  but they are also pathologically insecure, about their grip, on the throne.” Just like, Kim.

Kim is no different than any dictator, in that regard. In North Korea paranoia rules, Kim. Paranoia rules in the Hermit Kingdom from top to bottom like no place on Urantia … His.

More than a little worried, about North Korea, falling, to a military coup, is, Kim Jong un. More than a little worried is Kim that on begging for mercy, none will be … forthcoming.

In North Korea, paranoia, rules, Kim.  And his people. All … 26 million … or so … of them. Like no place; the legendary place ye call Earth, universals know as Urantia of Nebadon.

Like no place on Earth (Urantia, of Nebadon), there’s no place, like Kim’s … North, Korea. No place a home, when in, North Korea. Home to millions … of paranoid North Koreans.

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.” So wrote Victor, in 2014, during the 1st, Bush, administration. Terrified, is un, Kim Jong.

BUZZING

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought to be, private thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz, is listening.

“What might happen, at home, in Pyongyang … while I’m gone,” Kim’s (Buzz is reporting), been wondering, in thoughts, thought to be private, thoughts, of his.”  Kim, is wondering:

“What may happen at home in Pyongyang while I’m away, to my wife and my children?” What may happen to Sol Ru, my two eldest and the, as yet, state secret, unnamed … one?”

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought were, private, thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz is listening.

DAY 488

On the Don’s 488th day in the White House he was visited, by Moon.  Moon is in the US to tell President Trump what to expect, and what not to expect.  Expect lies … from the two.

“If Don,” Moon said, “ye but live up to the agreements with Kim that ye’ve already agreed to on Luna, Nobel Peace Prizes, surely, shall be yours, to the agreeable ones … so agreed.”

The smart move for North Korea was always to pursue nuclear weapons.  Every promise, to stop pursuing them was a lie.  Whoops!  There.  That word, again.  On men … promises,

nuclear weapons, and lies. North Korea’s new leader and a populist maverick, American. Olympian liars.  President Kim may want to (lay or lie) a deal … with the lying, American.

MAN-CHILD

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare,”There is … no collusion.”

“There was no collusion.”  Kudos to Rudy; keeping it simple, for the Don.  President Don’s, a simpleton.  An author, ghostwritten, he detests, having to read.  A simpleton is the Don.

A simpleton is Don.  He doesn’t like to read.  He can’t spell. He hears, but does not, listen. To wit, he listens not, to his advisers and lawyers.  To them, on principle, he won’t, listen.

Not ever, listening.  Ever, foolishly speaking.  Lying, like a hound dog to whoever, listens. Two perfectly good ears, gone to waste.  And their companion mouth lays waste, lessons. 

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

DON WAXES, POETICALLY

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they’ll stay for, non-whites … aren’t US.”

Far away.  Far, far, away.  There Don prays they every day, stay.  Non-whites … aren’t US.” Don prays.  He is, as everyone knows, a religious man.  He prays, non-whites … leave US.”

“If ye blackies and brownies reside in shithole territories, stay there!  If here … leave, US! Blackies and brownies, in His wise wisdom ye see, were meant to be there … so leave US.”

“If there, stay there.  If here, from here, leave.  Don’t let doors hit ye, on yer way out of US and, if ye please, please make sure ye stay out, of US.  And lest ye forget don’t lie … to US.”

“It’s a crime; a felony, in fact, to lie to the FBI.  Believe, me … I know.  When here, in … US, don’t lie to any feds.  Nothing good will come of it.  Believe, me … I know.  I’m prez, of US.”

“I’m rich.  Smart.  I know, words.  I’m an author.  A Nobel winner.  The President … of US. I am rich.  But neck-deep, in a deep-state, frame-up.  A witch hunt, hunts, the prez, of US.”

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they stay, for non-whites are not of US.”

FADE, THE IDES, OF MAY

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

Don’s demanding Jefferson Beauregard Session’s Department of Justice tell President Kim “it’s not collusion if Don cuts him in when he is cutting a deal … with the country of Kim.”

“My best bet’s cutting Kim in on my action.  Just cut him in.  To cut a great deal with him.   So, Plan A’s, weathering, storms.  Plan B’s (lol), resigning and going, on tour … with him.”

“Nuclear weapons no matter how big my buttons, are useless against him.  Best I cut Kim in, on my action.  So, I’ll have a Plan B if Marine-Bob’s witch hunt, hunts me, and my kin.”

“I get it now,” said Don at last night’s lunar, soiree. “There’s no outrunning, Marine-Bob,” Don went on, “nor outgunning him in courtrooms.  There’s no outwitting … Marine-Bob.”

Europe’s wondering.  Is Urantia (Earth), lost for good? Depends on decisions … upcoming. decisions of the Kim and the Don.  And it depends of course, on the nations … signing on.

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

EUROPE’S WONDERING

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on, Kim and Don.  It depends … on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

The sovereign states, for centuries useful;  today … less than, functional … anachronisms.  In, ironic, answer; shape-shifting, chameleons; Kim and Don; two human, anachronisms.

It depends on the nations.  And on, the citizens of the nations.  It is from them that states derive, their sovereignty.  But the sovereign states … are failing.  Failing, are … the states.

Failing … are the states.  WWs, I, II, and three … testament.  And if ye agree not with Art’s count, note that unlike Art, art imitates life and vice versa.  Inscrutable.  Like modern art.

Inscrutable.  Like modern art, in tapestry.  Live, and in living, color; what’s … happening. Inscrutable.  What’s happening, inscrutable to ye is not so inscrutable is to one, watching.

Watching’s, the Watcher.  Watching, over men.  Watching them.  And waiting upon times, to come.  For there are no end times. Just hard times.  Epilogs and prologs … all, the time.

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on … Kim and Don.  It depends, on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

NELSON’S PLAN

A royal-watcher, the Watcher Penemue, is not, having far more important things, to have to watch, than royals and non-royals, in rituals, of a paradigm, of … have nots, and haves.

It’s the paradigm of royalty vis a vis, nons; of status, non-status … fake news.  A paradigm, fake, too.  On the have-not-have-lots paradigm.  Urantians need change … their paradigm.

On God.  His story.  Our, history.  Evolutionary.  Devolutionary.  Empathy.  Alchemy.  And, extrapolating from one alchemical plan (Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation), to Art’s Plan.

Art’s Plan.  Nelson’s Plan, really.  Modification of behavior, via truth … and reconciliation. And if Nelson did it in South Africa, why not reuse, his model of truth and reconciliation?

Why not indeed.  So when Pen commissioned Art to Pen, “a panacea for Pangaea,” to Art, it didn’t occur that, like Aristotle he knew … nothing.  Accordingly, he agreed, to pen, art.

FRAME-UP!

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don lies.  Is it just obstruction, or, is it … treason?

Whom, is President Donald, lying for?  Worse yet. Whom is President Donald, acting for?Worse than whom President Donald’s lying for is WHOM President Donald is acting, for?

This leaky White House, may lay claim to being the leakiest ever.  Evidence, the President claims that a deep state is conspiring against the United States and against, its President.

Fox Business anchor David Asman, is getting all of the credit, for inspiring, the President to tweet the DOJ is “out, to frame him.”  More evidence; a deep state, trolls the President.

On crimes that President Don committed, conspired to commit and … or … is committing. Indictment?  Or report?  Depends, on whom, Don’s lying for.  On obstruction and treason.

BOB, VIP

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

Bit actor Bob’s about to burst.  Bob’s bursting big-time onto the Urantian setting … setting too, of Art’s megalomaniacal missions.  Saving humanity from itself is, the most pressing.

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don’s lying.  Is it just obstruction, or is it treason?

INDICT HIM OR NOT

Like concluding epilogs, Presidents Kim and the Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Or noble, Nobel, champions.  Peacemaker prologs Kim and Don may be.  Noble, champions, Nobel.

No breaking news; that a failure to plan is a plan to fail.  It is, what it is.  President Trump “doesn’t think, he needs to” prep much for a summit.  Why not, wing it, President Trump?

Why not then just wing it?  Shoot … from the hip.  As you do, do, Mr. President … anyway.  What sense wisdom when caution’s thrown, to the wind?  Do, as you do do, Don, anyway.

Rudy says Bob told Don’s lawyers, they can not indict a sitting president notwithstanding, the commission of crimes; nor notwithstanding, lying.  Bob maybe, may not be, agreeing.

On Marine-Bob’s search for a smoking gun, in US-Russia, conspiracies.  On smoking guns. On happenings.  On what’s happened, what’s happening and what’s … going … to happen.

It depends.  It depends on whether crimes the President has committed or IS committing. Art says, again.  All depends on whether Don’s committed, or conspired to … committing.

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

DESPOT NOBELS

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be.  Or like story concluding, epilogs, Kim and Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Despots, vis a vis, nobles, Nobel winning.

And if the story Art is telling, in an algorithmically, precise way seems too … implausible, recall:  Kim and Don are presidents of their countries.  Given that, nothing is impossible.

Nothing is impossible, for One only, of course.  Puny men, given such gigantic limitations, rightly speak, of impossibilities.  But supermen like Kim and Don, know … no limitations.

No limitations either, boasts, Art, the prodigal brother of Kim and Don.  Megalomaniacal, to the highest degree, all three of them; reality notwithstanding, 3 true megalomaniacals.

Three VIPs.  Three important people. Two presidents and a friendly, More-Mart, greeter. Greeters, the three, of one another, nightly on Luna, where, in poetic license, they banter.

In poetic license (granted to Art by the Watcher), in nightly soirees on Luna, they banter. In lunar ambiance, they wine, dine and banter.  Like Ivanka, in Jerusalem … they banter.

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be. Or like story concluding, epilogs, the antagonists, yet, catastrophes, be. Despots, vis a vis, nobles … Nobel winning.

A RUSE

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic North Korean strategy, an even more effective, deceptive, use, of strategy.

Kim gives brother Don, a strong dose of his own, generic, medicine.  But only, apparently. Kim is clearly signaling he’s bent on a Kim-tried-and-true, classic, North Korean, strategy,

of provocations and demands.  On demands; and attention gotten; but they are … but for, public, consumption.  For the brothers dreamt anew last night on Luna … on peace … for,

Urantia.  As they planned the morrow’s day … planned into it, another, charade; that Don and his men may today, temporarily ice, the fantasy of a Nobel Peace Prize … for the Don.

So Don and his men today may only apparently dutifully ice a Nobel Peace Prize fantasy.  For tried and true classic North Korean strategy is … more effectively a … ruse of strategy.

The White House brushes aside Kim’s threats to cancel the summit with Don.  It is a ruse by, both of them.  To lower … expectations. To make success, seem … more, noble, a ruse.

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic, North Korean, strategy, a far more effective … deceptive … use of strategy.

DAY 481

Day 481:  On leaks, Don tweets “… leakers are traitors, and cowards, and we will find out, who they are!”  But a toxin that Vlad had implanted in him, is all over … the White House.

Excellence in communication happens when there is atmospheric, ambiance.  Ambiance. Wine and cheese.  Corny, jokes.  Compelling, philosophy.  Of such things comes ambiance.

RHYMING TIMES

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

Twain knew too that a round about rhyme, may mime even more effectively, sometimes, than less subtle, rhymes.  On lessons in time.  A dog … wags.  Or, wags a dog … sometimes.

Is there really, some “Wag the Dog”, in all this?  That was the accusation, from the movie, of the same name, against President Clinton who … in the midst, of the Monica Lewinsky

affair, ordered military strikes against al Qaeda in Afghanistan, following upon the heels, of al Qaeda’s bombing of two US embassies, in Africa.  A dog is wagging, head over heels.

In an ABC interview Jim’s called Don ‘morally unfit’ and a ‘stain’ on everyone about him.  In ABC’s interview with him, Jim Comey called Don a serial liar wont to treating women,

like “meat” and described him as a “stain” on everyone, who has ever … worked for him. Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don.

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

A TALL TALE

The tallest tale (based on a true story), ever told.  Of only seemingly, surreal, happenings. Vlad, Xi, Kim and Don and significant others are coming soon to a theater of war near ye.

On Bashar al-Assad’s inhuman gassing … of his very own, people.  Vlad’s pissed at Bashar. Bashar’s cost him a ton of political capital.  And this could well land, both of them before,

the International Criminal Court, Vlad has told, Bashar.  Lie, low.  Let the dust blow, over, all.  Lie, low.  Let this gassing, in passing, blow over.  And, let the dust, over all, blow over.

Bashar’s gassing of his people.  It seems that on Urantia if one’s own people one’s gassing, while not ever, OK, in his case, it’ll be OK, once the dust blows over; a gassing, in passing.

GRACING JERUSALEM

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

And the party stands in contrast to young men lying, on the ground.  And lying in rounds, protocols at United (lol) Nations.  Institutionalizing … what goes around … comes around.

Across Palestine, the demonstrations ongoing are in protest to the Don’s decision, moving from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, the capital, of Israel.  And nary a hair, of the Don … is moving,

apparently.  He knows the drill.  Project at all times … confidence.  In spite … increasingly, lack of it.  Keep in pea brevities for frequent repetition.  Say, “there’s no collusion really.”

Say, “there’s no collusion really.”  And tweet, “I am the 45th.”  “Sad.”  “Great.” “No … wall.” And if ye tweet just that way says Rudy, findings of collusion tweet to, “Great.  No … wall.”

“Verily, arguing in the alternative (double-talking, deplorables say) is what, lawyers … do. And it’s what I’m going to learn ye, Don, to do.  Verily Don, this is what lawyers … do, do.”

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

DAMN SATAN

Googled, was Arthur Everman by the Watcher and found to be as if, a mutt; a mix of Jew, Muslim and Christian.  A Puerto Rican, non-national (American), citizen.  Labels, not few.

In poetic, licence; and on Penemue’s emergency petition to higher, universal, authorities, the electrocuting of three, on 12-21-12 to allow for the telling, of the tallest tale, in history.

For a tale, tall … ordinarily … is less by tale’s end than its puffed up to be.  This tale’s real, maybe.  Incredibly real, this tall tale may end up to be.  Fake, mixed liberally … with real.

By a few too many labels, hath been labeled, errant Arthur.  And Kim and Don, his errant brothers.  And albeit his bros acknowledge not, their errors, Art denies not … he is errant.

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

“But for him, chaos, would not a word even be,” Pen thought, to Arthur.  “But … for Satan, peace and prosperity ye’d have long ago had.  All would be better, but for … damn Satan.”

Googled, was Arthur by the Watcher and found to be as if a mutt.  For once … a lucky mix of Jew, Muslim, Christian, Puerto Rican, non-nationalist, American citizen.  What … a mix.

TWEET TO YOUR BRETHREN

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

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.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament. A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

LOOSE CANNONS

No wonder Vlad and Xi seem so worried, of late.  They fear, two … very, loose … cannons. For Kim and Don in Singapore may reboot as, new partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

That Russia and China worry.  That’s one view.  However, collusion with Xi and Vladimir, for Kim and Don, to dump an extant anachronistic, paradigm … for another … is another.

We who nightly dream on Luna of Urantia (Earth), are dream of dumping an extant, and anachronistic, paradigm, for another.  Altogether, another view … ye must … understand.

On Urantia the paradigm that rules us, is that of the ‘sovereign’, state, royals today, being largely, vestige, of a heyday.  Relics, the royals, now, largely.  It’s the state … that is ruling.

It’s the state, that rules, nowadays, in the so-called, Old and New Worlds.  The Arab world has taken a shining to, royal … trappings.  Change comes, in the spring, in the Arab world.

The pundit critics, largely, are apoplectic about this new, even more erratic, world, order. They’ve got questions about everything and question everything but they’ve no answers.

But Vlad and Xi only wish, to appear, worried.  They actually, fear not, the loose cannons, Kim and the Don.  All the nations, to be, brotherly, partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

SINGAPORE

June 12, 2018.  It’ll be a gay day in Singapore, maybe.  Singapore’s, no place for, gay men. An issue, for another day.  On June 12, a summit, on the very, uncertain, future … of man.

SEVEN TWEETS TO A TWAT

As Arthur’s daily readers know, Arthur’s twats (verses, in multiples, of seven), are, lately, largely, a recitation of the proceedings on Luna of the previous evening’s soiree … (party).

A quick refresher on Pen’s specific instructions, to Art.  “Seven tweets, to a twat. The twat on Urantia, may be everlasting if ye (me, Art) would but limit, to seven, tweets, in a twat.”

“Limit to seven, tweets to a twat. Count and discount characters as necessary to make for a straight … right margin.  As for real, characters (not letters and numbers), see Twitter.”

“Thank first President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block, his healing. Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its seven … tweets.”

“Seven allows for two tweets of intro, three body tweets and two more concluding tweets to complete … the twat.  A nice twat’s straight-margined and full of content, pithy tweets.”

“Tweets convert easily into couplets.  Pen Arthur, an epic to survive ye.  Win ye yer noble wings.  Kim and Don aspire to Nobels.  Ask not, Arthur, for Nobel.  Ask Art, to be, noble.” 

“Thank again President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block … healing.  Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its, seven … tweets.”

PEACE BE UNTO YE

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.  To all of the children. To mothers. To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace be unto them.  And to their mothers.  And to … their fathers.

On a not yet named, much less announced, Kim-Don Plan for Peace and prosperity.  Plans to export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

Credible.  Credible, is Art’s, account.  Incredible, as it, seems.  And reasonable and logical. And impossible, only if ye have shut your eyes, or forgotten that nothing … is impossible.

Mike’s a team player.  Knows his role; and his place, too.  He’s all in.  All in … on the Plan. The plan is noble.  To export, peace and prosperity.  To India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

A noble plan.  To export peace and prosperity, to India, Pakistan, Israel, and even … Iran. And its not, just Mike.  All of the brothers and sisters, are in.  All in, on the Kim-Don Plan.

Make no mistake.  Kim and Don are under maximum pressure.  That’s why, the Russians.  All the … rushing around.  And the entertaining, but ultimately, all too, destructive, lying.

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. To thechildren there.  To mothers.  To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace, be unto them. And to, their mothers. And to … their fathers.

NO COUP D’ETAT

BREAKING NEWS: “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters. Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror. And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected. So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim. He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really. And … mind ye, just … one of them. Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great. The universals … love them.

Art, digresses. But those are, other stories. Back, to our story. His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more. On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story. An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too. For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. “No coup d’état, he assures, reporters. “Just call me, Mr. President.

“EUREKA

BREAKING: On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule. It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been. But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it. At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye. As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time. Because, it was simple. As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been. Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it. At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

THE RULE

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It, Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos? It’s simple.

And secular, friendly. Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments. One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims. Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal. On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical. On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends. Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art. He got’s to write, the verse. He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men. A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don. “Start with the Rule. Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming. Art’s points are well taken though. We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet. And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family. Not, artificial, nations. And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

COUP

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror.  And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected.  So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim.  He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really.  And … mind ye, just … one of them.  Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great.  The universals … love them.

Art, digresses.  But those are, other stories.  Back, to our story.  His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more.  On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story.  An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too.  For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

THE WHITES AND THE BROWNS

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

A win-win for Don.  A win-win, for Kim.  Up-front, pre-meeting, concessions … calculated, to create a frenzy.  Nothing is ad-libbed in back channel communications … so calculated.

Don considered challenging Kim, to a winner-take-all … cage, match, reconsidering, only, upon realizing Kim might be faking his limp and actually, be a Kung-fu expert … secretly.

Two explosive, story lines, are explosively, converging: Bob’s investigations … of Russian, election, interference and a hush, payment … stormy.  Cohen; at center, of investigations.

Investigations.  Investigations may mean for Don that, notwithstanding, legendary teflon, Don’s days, presidential, are numbered.  Numbered, are the days … of the President, Don.

Fittingly, notwithstanding deregulation, an economy, booming and America’s whitening, America’s not suffering obstruction of justice, much less, treason.  America’s … browning.

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

Rx

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

“Real and fake topical news.  And history too.  Real.  And, fake.  Step by step, instructions. Tweet it.  Blog it.  Finally, disseminate that Rx prescription, pursuant to, my instructions.”

“From Twitter disseminate Rx prescriptions, planetary.  Twitter, because Don … tweeting, made popular.  Twitter, because, ‘Twitter Diplomacy,’ as a legacy, Don sees ye, … leaving.”

“Twitter Diplomacy however may be, the least of his legacy, to ye.  Sharing a Nobel Peace Prize pales next to realizing the noble goal of at last finally evolving, from war, to peace.”

“Resuming the evolution ye were well on course for, until Caligastia’s underling … Satan, threw a monkey-wrench into everything.  Stunting your evolution, from war … to peace.”

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

MADDENING QUESTIONS

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews?  And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories, say … happened to them?  There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake news.

There’s no news breaking, real or fake, anymore.  Armageddon came and went. Written, was nary, a story. No one living, to tell dead men, that nothing … anymore … gets written.

Signs in English, Hebrew and Arabic, are installed in … Rosetta Stone fashion; in Hebrew, English and Arabic side by side, explaining what happened here to Arabs … and the Jews.

What is to happen at Har Meggido (Armageddon), to Arabs and to Jews?  And to brothers’ armies, gathered? Is Har Meggido (Armageddon), for Arabs and Jews, an end … to better?

“Maddening to me,” muses Arthur. “Those questions, and seemingly an infinite number, of others, drove Arthur to drink. Then to the very brink … of the abyss. To fall … forever.

Then, Friday, 12-21-12: Three life saving, electrocutions. Then, soirees nightly. On Luna.  Wining and dining on wine and cheese. But especially, on the philosophies … of Urantia.

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews? And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories say, happened to them? There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake … news.

PRESIDENT PENCE

To:  Members of the United Nations Security Council:  Urantia’s future is in … your hands. Kim, Don, Xi, Vlad, Emmanuelle and Angela.  Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.

Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.  By the time many read this, President Pence,(Don having been forced to resign) shall have, in the White House, taken up … residence.

Buzz advises Art that Mike, lately, has taken to standing in front, of his bathroom mirror, and intoning, “President Pence,” to himself, and saying, “got a ring to it,” … to, the mirror.

Don didn’t hear that.  Mike was alone, in his private bathroom.  Yet Don senses ambition, unbridled, in Mike.  Ambition to take his place, as 45th, president.  Not, blind … ambition.

HALCYON DAYS

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, the original, ‘halcyon days’ were … calm, days … wintry.

Funny.  Words.  And the meanings, of them.  And how, they came to be.  Then.  And now. In a very real sense Arthur’s been ‘shocked’ at how invaluable they are.  Then.  And now.

Then; as in since Friday, December, twenty-first, of 2012, all three of them; Kim, Don and Arthur by lightning electrocuted, have been dreaming together.  Now … they understand.

Now, they understand.  They understand now that everybody’s wrong, about everything. That bears, much, repeating.  Everybody’s been wrong, about … practically … everything.

“I know one thing; I know nothing;” a so-called, Socratic paradox; the well-known saying, as if unknown, derived from Plato’s account of the Greek philosopher Socrates, is saying,

to us:  Homo sapiens.  Be wise more than in name only.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why ants, link.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, ‘halcyon days,’ originally were … calmer days … wintry.

KA-BOOM  

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  In alchemy.  From algorithms.  And it’ll be easy. As easy as ABC.  Only for him.  Only for Don.  And Kim.  Co-Peace Nobel, winners … to be.

Co winners of Peace Nobels in 2018 shall be … Presidents … Kim and Don.  Peace may be. Whether it blooms, or goes boom, is up to them.  The bottom line is peace may be, maybe.

Co winners of Peace Nobels may be, Kim and Don.  Peace, may be.  But whether it blooms or goes boom is up to them.  Brave decisions, must they make, on the doom, in ka-booms.

Recapping:  Dictators rule.  But circumstances, dictate.  Not one thing … but … everything. Not just max pressure, twitter-diplomacy, good looks and a … debonair … air.  Everything.

Bottom line.  A candle’s burning, on both ends.  Bob’s investigation of a clear and present, danger, racing, to extinguish the Hydra, of a flame.  Everybody … extorting the president.

“DEEP STATE, WITCH, HUNT!  Sad!  Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead of Ray I’ve got, Rudy. Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead, I’ve got, Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  My cell mate … Rudy.

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  From algorithms, alchemy.  And it shall be easy. As easy as ABC.  But only for them.  For Don.  And Kim.  Co … Peace Prize winners … to be.

RUDY! RUDY! RUDY!

President Don.  Champion of all Americans, resisting efforts by the Chinese Communists, imposing … Orwellian nonsense … as political correctness.  On capitalistic … Communists.

Hail … Don!  Leading US against encroaching, foreign civilizations.  Chinese … trade spies. Raping, drug-smuggling, Mexicans.  And albeit not really, one most insidious.  The … FBI.

The FBI.  The insidious, FBI.  Hoover, Freeh, Mueller, Comey, Rosenstein … and company. Vanguard, of the Deep State.  And the Deep State, shadows me.  Conspiring … against me.

Conspiring, against me.  Against the agenda of Americans … who elected me.  Conspiracy. Conspiracy against me.  In self-defense, Rudy’s, purposely vague, Deep State, conspiracy!

Rudy.  Comic relief.  Art’s gotta admit.  The Author of everything … has a flair for comedy. As Rudy, like all of the Don’s victims, succumbs to the career ending, Don-toxin, tragically.

All to seemingly, game ending … end plays.  But the games seemingly, shall … ‘never’ end. Not in this generation.  But Kim and Don and their brothers … know.  Everything … ends.

President Don.  Champion of all Urantians, resisting efforts … by the Communist Chinese, to impose Orwellian nonsense, as political correctness from the very capitalist … Chinese.

WHAT CHUTZPAH!

What chutzpah!  Donaldo commemorating, Cinco de Mayo, with a tweet, so, hypocritical. An ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals.

The ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals. No matter, what hopeful, and colorful white lies, he lets fly out from, his shameless, anal.

Cinco de Mayo.  For Mexicans, it is, what is, Fourth of July, for Americans.  Independence Day.  For Mexicans, independence, from the French.  For US, from Britain, independence.

With the Battle of Puebla, in 1862, the last of the Old World colonial powers, France, slips, off the stage, just like the English.  And just like the Spanish … previously.  Power.  It slips.

PARADIGMS

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would have for us.  If only, we cooperate … in time.

Cooperation.  Not a strong suit, of Urantia’s, humanity.  Lying, too ingrained … in psyches. But cooperation is behavior, learned.  And a failure to duly plan, is a plan … to fail, verily.

Fail not then to have as centerpiece of man’s plan, Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation and man’s linchpin, behavior modification.  Change … the paradigm … from nations … to man.

Abandon the artifice, of nationality.  Adopt, in its stead, the reality, of a shared, humanity. Anachronisms, the nations.  Anachronisms too, soldiers laden. with mistaken, ideologies.

Like America, or indeed, any nation … first.  But, fear not.  Chameleons … are our leaders. From Luna they see what the future may bring for Urantia.  Chameleons, are our leaders.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would, have for us.  If we but, cooperate … in time.

UNRAVELING

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her best, lying … for the president.

“Were you lying?” Awkward for Sarah, tasked with speaking on behalf, of President Don.  A question highlighting the difficulty upon a White House communications office, capon.

Frank questions highlight extraordinary difficulty, upon a White House communications office that Don’s Don-toxin has effectively, emasculated.  A proud rooster, become, capon.

Donald  said he would have been happy to answer all of Special Counsel Bob’s questions.  But the investigation, is a witch hunt.  His lawyers will not let him, answer the questions.

His lawyers will not allow him to answer Bob’s questions.  And so, for the very first time, Don says he will do as his lawyers say.  But he’s, Don.  So he lies, for the umpteenth time.

Donald’s lying for an umpteenth time.  That, my fellow Americans is a whole lot of lying.  On Don’s lying for a living and living … to lie.  The web woven is … wickedly … deceiving.

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her lying, best … for the president.

EMILY

More goes on than meets the eye of art; that’s to say, than meets the eye of (wo)man.  One Sumerian poet; Enheduanna, Urantia’s first author.  She, daughter, of the Great … Sargon.

Sappho’s another prolific lady poet, perhaps composing as many as 10,000 lines of verse. Greek, and from the island, of Lesbos.  Her poetry, extraordinary, now is, lost to us, verse.

Beyond poetry, Sappho is well known, as a symbol of love and desire … between women, earning her a reputation on Urantia … as lover … of them.  A fine example … of a woman.

Female poets.  A fine example … for we men.  One, Arthur’s heart … has taken … with her. She is Emily.  Iconoclast.  Recluse.  She hid her heart, from others.  Art is in love with her.

A GIFT BASKET

 

Art owes his life to his brother.  For of dread writer’s block (permanently, it seems), Don, cured, Art.  No trifling thing.  Blocks, of writers.  But Don’s wrecker, disguised as builder.

Asked about White House officials being caught off guard by a surprise disclosure, Rudy, told fake news CNN, on Thursday:  “They were.  There was … no way … they wouldn’t be.

The president is my client.  I don’t talk to them” says Rudy.  Straight from the mouthpiece of the President.  The newly named, Rudy; as if, Minister, to the Minister, of Information.

“A rose by any other name, would smell as sweet.” Analogously, an idiot or moron by any other name, would seem, as stupid.  So seems, a Rudy-Don, governmental, tandem … any.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

INTERVENING

Having seen more than enough, the Watcher, is intervening.  By the electrocution of Kim, Don and Art, 12-21-12.  On Penemue’s, intervention.  On a timely, electrocution … of them.

Kim, Don and Arthur were, on that fateful day, simultaneously, by ball lightning, stricken. Since then, three megalomaniacals have soireed together on Luna, in Urantian, evenings.

Kim in Pyongyang.  Don in New York.  Art, in San Juan.  Three.  Stricken.  Simultaneously. Ask Art not, the who nor the how, of how the three men, were stricken … simultaneously.

Nor ask Art of the provenance of the Don-toxin injected in Don by Vladimir’s henchmen. Not because Art doesn’t know the answers, but rather because, indeed … he knows them.

Verily he knows, shocking, answers.  Arthur’s revealing them, in answer to the bluebirds. Questioning, “What’s happening,” the bluebirds question, man’s answers … to His Words.

Since the evening after that fateful Friday Arthur, the prodigal, dreams … with brethren. With Kim and Don.  And guest, brethren.  Like Vlad and Xi, our wily … eastern, brethren.

The Watcher, Penemue, has intervened.  Beyond, the electrocutions of Kim, Don and Art. 12-21-12.  His intervention’s proof positive; more goes on here, than meets the eye, of art.

RECAPPING

Recapping:  Kim and Don race to make a deal just as he reneges on Iran, NATO … and US. Not Even Vlad, can trust anymore, His Mole-Man, in Washington … the President … of US.

“Mole-Man.”  That’s what Vlad calls Donald. Because Don’s underground, in Washington. Draining a swamp for the Russian motherland. Acting in the interests, of Vladimir Putin.

Acting in the interests of Vladimir Putin is Donald.  Mole-Man. The … ugliest … American. Author of ‘Shithole Territories’, ‘A Fart of A Deal’ and now, ‘The Ugliest, Ever … American.’

What Bob wants to ask Don about obstruction … and collusion.  And on what … it means. Who’s demeaned when one man’s idiot, is another’s, moron? Words, analogously, mean.

Idiot.  Moron.  Pejoratives.  Synonomous, practically.  Describing one, by definition, unfit, for the presidency.  Reckless.  Impulsive.  Rash and brash is the president.  Totally … unfit.

That Vlad refers to Don, in private, as ‘mole-man’ ought strike many, as tragi-comic, irony, fit, for no self-respecting, planet.  That we merely … watch … while … the Watcher … sees.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

AN ELEPHANT TALE

The parable of the blind men and an elephant comes to us from the ancient, proto-Indian subcontinent, from where it’s been, diffused.  A most invaluable, lesson, from blind, men.

To know truth, each blind man feels one part of an elephant’s body.  Each feels, one part.   A tusk, trunk or tail.  And each described the elephant … whole … according … to its part. 

Moral:  (Wo)men have a tendency to project their partial experiences as the whole truth, ignoring others.  Know ye this: if ye know but part of … the truth ye know not … the truth.

The parable became very well known in Europe with John Godfrey Saxe’s poetic version, with its final verse, so profoundly and logically, explanatory.  A brief course … in wisdom.

The elephant, metaphorically, is God.  The blind men, the sundry, religions.  Disagreeing, as men are wont to do, on matters, not privy, to men.  If only, on principle … disagreeing.

On disagreeability and disagreeable, natures.  And on peace and prosperity.  A tall order, for … a disagreeable, lot.  But dictator Kim and apprentice dictator Don never, say never.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

BROTHERS’ DRUTHERS

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers.  And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

Circumstances more than dictators, dictate decisions.  And under … these circumstances, odd, happenings, are favored. Dictating in Kim and Don’s favor are odd … circumstances.

Circumstances like a huge world, made tiny.  Fates, reduced to the circumstance, of place, of birth, and or, citizenship. And to the dominant circumstances, of nationality, and race.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit under these circumstances, of their radical … Plan … Kim-Don. Don’s lamer in a second year of his presidency than any lame duck president before him.

Co-winners will be announced on December 10.  One may be Kim. And one may be Don. Co-winners may mitigate for the Committee, the controversy of … Nobel Laureate … Don.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit of their radical Plan, Kim-Don.  On sharing a Nobel, attaining, global peace and prosperity and personal security and prosperity securely maintaining.

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers. And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

THINKIN’ OUTTA DA BOX

North Korean media hail, ‘historic’ summit.  A significant measure of Kim’s commitment.  But commitment’s much better measured by Kim’s … actions.  So, look for President Kim,

increasingly, to collude, with Don.  For peace and prosperity, by signature, Plan, Kim-Don. To promote two chameleons in dramatic transition as much as if not more than the Plan.

Think out of your boxes.  Your minds, immured, your very thoughts, on Urantia, a prison. A paradigm, unnatural.  Kim and Don know now, from their soirees on Luna … of prison.

PROGRESS

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

On historic implementation of Plan Kim-Don by the namesakes of the Plan, Kim and Don. And on the confluence of events, ever in the flux of motion, ever toward …  Kim and Don.

Progress is, by its nature, positive; oft working, in fits and starts.  So, it is of little wonder, that little of what’s happening, makes much if any, ‘realistic’ sense.  It’s of little … wonder.

Unlike the wonder inspired by a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses even … imagination. Yet imaginations try to imagine a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses, even, imagination.

Imaginations have, on Luna, in soiree, imagined.  Secret, back channel, communications. How elite chameleons, sans losing perks, may do the right thing for future … generations.

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

NOBEL

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon, speculation on Don’s becoming, very likely, the most unlikely, Nobel Peace Prize winner … has begun.

Both Kim and Don, may stake their claims to the award, this year.  So, Don’s aides, claim. as claims an oddsmaker from Britain (according to New York Magazine).  On … co-claims.

Even Republican Sen. Lindsey O. Graham, so oft critical of the President on foreign policy matters sounds really excited about possibly resolving the Korean Peninsula … quandary.

Senator Graham says, “If this happens President Trump deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.”  On winning, or sharing with his Korean co-architect of peace, Kim, the Nobel Peace Prize.

And on an implausible race to force Don’s resignation ere he wins, Nobel’s … Peace Prize. Peace Prizes.  Lines of writing.  Imprisoned minds.  Reading between them … do the wise.

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon … flickering, Don’s becoming the most unlikely Nobel Peace Prize winner.  This is … what’s happening.

INCRIMINATION

Irony, thickens. That Michael, who’d never done the right thing by behaving badly, moral, might yet, be the catalyst for an immoral, status quo, transformed.  A revolution … moral.

Don has mounted an effort to profile Kim, including intelligence gathered in debriefings, of others who know Kim, including ex-NBA star Dennis Rodman, and classmates, of Kim.

BLACKMAILING BLUEBIRDS

Michael.  Mike was the guest speaker at last evening’s soiree on Luna.  And all agreed on his having invoked the protections of the Fifth Amendment, against self … incrimination.

Enter, back channel communications; it is Don’s intelligence link to movers and shakers. That’s how Don’s intel briefers, brief him, on what Kim’s planning, in games, of checkers.

Don’s updating government files on Kim’s behavior, motives, personality and leadership, style.  To have a strategy for dealing with Kim.  To take advantage of their … relationship.

Such as it is.  No matter.  Kim, in ‘diplo-speak’, is a ‘black box’.  Even in it, ye see, nothing. What matters is that Art’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, bluebirds, blackmailing.

Arthur’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, blackmailing, bluebirds.  That is to say, by Art’s tweets reminding them of statements on Luna … contradicted on Urantia … by lies.

Men, especially, the leaders of men, do not the right thing unless obliged to, by dictating, circumstances, overriding them.  And that is, what is, on Urantia and Luna … happening.

Verily.  Mike spoke, at last night’s soiree.  Convincingly.  And his brothers agree with him, beyond his having invoked protections of a Fifth Amendment against self incrimination.

ON DD AND PP

Michael:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea was it?  Was it a crude attempt, at low-brow humor? Was it humorless misogyny?  Or just a tragi-comic coincidence, not intended … to humor?

No matter.  It matters not, that ye answer to your brother, Arthur Everman … on Twitter.  Truly, what was intended matters of course.  But it is for a jury of your peers, to consider.

It shall be, Michael, for your peers, to consider.  It shall be for them to consider, whether, a rookie deep state is in a White House.  And a rookie president is of Don-toxin, a carrier.

Don’s lawyer, Michael, has declared that he will assert his Fifth Amendment right to aver against self-incrimination in the lawsuit filed by DD, an adult-entertainment entertainer.

Mike:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea, was it?  Yours?  The President’s?  How, embarrassing. No wonder, you’re taking the fifth.  Answer not, questions … criminally … embarrassing.

Refuse to answer embarrassing questions, if honest answers may land ye … in the pokey. Don’t cave in, to Bob’s pressure.  And if in the pokey ye may land, Don, MAY … pardon ye.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

On that agreement they reneged too.  That, from last night’s soiree on Luna.  Accordingly, Art’s transcribing the minutes of all of the soirees’ proceedings for their publication daily.

Any use by Don of the pardon power to pardon one, so connected, to Bob’s investigation, into Russian, election interference, might well be considered … of justice, an obstruction.

Not to mention … against, US … treason.  For all these reasons, and for more, hereinafter, blackmail, bluebirds, in the days and nights, to come, the brothers, suicidal … on Twitter:

WHITE LIES AND BLACKMAIL

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

Blackmail.  The very word, conjures … evil.  And Arthur’s ashamed that he can not find in man something more positive to change things than the negativity in shame’s … shaming.

Alas, it is what it is.  But it need not, forever, be that way.  Art’s poetic license to blackmail was granted to Art by Penemue, the Watcher.  From Pen Art has, a license … to blackmail.

To force a revolution in our evolution.  For good not evil, Art has a license … to blackmail. Even the blackmailees know they won’t do the right thing, unless they are … blackmailed.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

And on that agreement too, they reneged.

CLIMAXING 

On climaxing, on Urantia.  Toward, a revolution, in our evolution.  On the electrocutions, of Kim, Don and Art on 12-21-12.  A climactic day in more than just wild … imaginations.

12-21-12.  A day climactic, so seemingly anti-climactic.  That nothing seemingly happened doesn’t mean, nothing happened.  Arthur’s leaking minutes to make happenings, happen.

Blackmailing, as it were, the blackmailers.  “White lies,” Hope described them as at soiree one evening.  And she should know.  Even the pure heart of Hope, the Don-toxin, swayed.

Tragic for Hope.  But not for … hope.  For hope springs eternal … within us.  Buoying … us, even in this dark sea of lies.  Even as we grope, blindly; hope springs eternal … within us.

Kim.  Don.  Vlad.  Xi.  And sundry, others.  Megalomaniacals, all.  All in soiree, sing songs, together.  That’s in soiree, at night, on Luna.  But in days on Earth, muted are … the songs.

The Earthlings (Urantians, really), get along well together, on Luna.  On Urantia, they get along terribly.  Fraternally sung are the songs on Luna.  On Urantia the songs they forget.

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

LEAKING

Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  For maximum pressure on them. To max the probability that they’ll do the right thing keep maximum pressure … on them.

On leaking the news.  Real, fake … news.  Or is it?  What is seemingly happening … seems, surreal.  Too seemingly contrived, to be, really … real.  Everything is contrived … it seems.

The feeling that everything is contrived seems that way because, it is that way, seemingly. And that is not the way it is, cross-universally.  Deception, on Urantia, grows perniciously.

Lying, lies at the heart of the Urantian tragi-comedy.  For the moment, only by dreaming, may (wo)man see, a more, natural, state.  In back channel, communications … dreaming.

This then is what is surreally happening.  The brothers on Luna, soiree, nightly; agreeing, in principle, on peace.  Upon returning to Urantia they lie, on their lunar words reneging.

So Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  To put maximum pressure on them.  Maxing the probability that they’ll do the right thing, keep maximum pressure, on.

CARBON FARMING

Carbon, the elementary building block of life is constantly flowing from the atmosphere  … to plants … into animals, and then, marvelously, right back again, into the atmosphere.

Ought we not consider the hows and whys of plants being used to pull carbon, from, sky?Chameleons are politicians.  On a Kim-Don Plan’s plan to as if ‘pull’ carbon, from the sky?

BETWEEN THE LINES READING

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

President Don’s fury at Rob Rosenstein peaked, soon after Jeff’s deputy attorney general, OKed the FBI’s raid on the president’s personal attorney, his lapdog, attack dog, Michael.

And even a man of limited intellect can read on the wall the testimonials and the coming testimony of Michael.  Damning testimony of abused dog Michael … shall be forthcoming.

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

PRE-GAME POSTURING

What President Kim Jong un may lose by demolishing its nuclear test site and submitting  to a unilateral moratorium on intercontinental ballistic missile, launching … is … trifling.

Compared to that gained sitting alongside a President, albeit a President Don, in waiting.  It’s worthwhile to Kim.  To sit alongside, even a President awaiting investigatory findings.

On what Kim Jong un and the Don mean, when they are talking about, denuclearization.  CVID.  It’s about:  Complete.  Verifiable.  Irreversible.  Dismantlement.  Denuclearization.

Kim concedes, south says.  He is no longer demanding the withdrawal of US troops, from the Korean, peninsula.  Two concessions.  No withdrawal and complete denuclearization.

MONGOLIA

 

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

Kim Jong un could share (with Don), or win outright, for himself, a Nobel, Peace … Prize. Notwithstanding, everything.  Make, no mistake.  Both covet, Albert Nobel’s, Peace Prize.

 

Kim and Don are aiming high; and that their mark’s, a joint Peace Prize …  is no surprise. It well behooves, both of them.  That they each, win.  That they each, win … a Peace Prize.

And make no mistake about the twin dilemmas, of the Kim and the Don:  On coming, out. Coming out from the security … of presidencies.  From the security of power, coming out.

Coming out means affirmatively abandoning the trappings of powers … that shield them.  Coming out is only seemingly against their best interests.  Coming out is interesting them.

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

A MORALITY PLAY

Israel celebrates its 70th, with typical, Israeli style:  With rancor and raucous, bickering.    Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like everybody.  With, raucous … bickering.

Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like, everybody.  With, raucous … bickering. Over one thing, or another.  But God willing, all this bickering may be … oddly … uniting.

God willing, all this bickering may turn out to be surreally … uniting; a … morality … play. A morality play.  Its author’s our Creator.  Its setting is Urantia.  And it’s in play every day.

On what is happening (unofficially) officially between Kim Jong un and Donald J. Trump.  And their megalomaniacal brothers.  In soiree.  On, the moon.  The brothers of … Trump.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

Don’s in direct talks with Kim Jong un.  And in … indirect, back channel, communications, with him.  Typical international diplomacy.  Direct talks when for … public consumption.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

EIGHT LIE TO EIGHT BILLION

Yeah … right!  That do as we say, not as we do stuff, doesn’t wash, any more.  Eight billion sharing Urantia with ye can not believe what ye say, anymore.  Eight lie … to eight billion.

BASHAR

Bashar; the unrepentant, so-called president of ALL the Syrians.  President Bashar was in attendance, last night on Luna.  Not as a ‘Syrian’, but rather as just any other … Urantian.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Dozens are dead in alleged gas attack, in Syria; the Assad regime, denies the allegations.    SANA, the Syrian state news agency, is citing an “official source,” denying the allegations.

The report; a “blatant attempt to hinder the army’s advance.”  Fake news, in other words. History, in revision.  On how spinning became on Urantia, a popular, pastime, for words.

On how Bashar yearns for the ‘good old days,’ perhaps more than any other of his errant brothers.  On the errant Syrian brother, whom is also, the so-called … Syrian … president.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don. “The stain,” Art in lieu of saying, thought, “is but the physical manifestation, of the toxin.”

 

THE MOTHER OF ALL CONSPIRACIES

Allegedly, the Kim clan has executed, thousands; Kim’s re-education camps, reeducating, dissidents, and imprisoned families, together.  A challenge to … truth, and reconciliation.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A, weakening US, strengthening them, play.

A joint play is in play.  Short term; just, to divide US; long term; to divide US, among them. So, a mole-man, in Washington, they conspire to, prop up.  To blunt charges, against him.

A weakening US, strengthening them, joint, Vlad-Xi-play … is in play.  That is to say, a play, by Vlad and Xi and other players, to play US, one against … the other.  A nefarious … play.

To a Kim-Don Plan play up, prop up, Don.  Weakening US.  Strengthening them.  A Vlad-Xi play is now in play.  A play to play US one day against one another. A most nefarious play.

A brilliant … play.  Playing US one against, the other.  The oldest trick, in the book.  A play, a favorite, of Sun Tsu’s.  And if it sounds familiar its because it’s Vlad’s … play … in replay.

Vlad’s play.  In replay.  And if it sounds familiar, it’s because Vladimir’s men run it all day, thinking, “I’ll run it all day.  All day.  If US won’t stop us,”  we’ll run it all, the live long, day.

Unless Vlad, Don’s decision, amends, in which case it is Vladimir’s decision … that is final. For Don defers to no man.  And to no man’s decision.  Vladimir’s decisions only, are final.

Vladimir today shall toast in his very own, honor.  And in honor of Xi and Kim.  Together, they stymie, the west.  Stymie the west.  That’s best if east and west hope. to live together.

WILL

On a Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to humanity’s, non-negotiable … ills.  To test in Korea, ere export to, Pakistan, India, Israel … and Iran.  On summoning the will,

to change a paradigm.  His ways are mysterious.  Where there’s a will there’s a way.  Will we will ourselves away, from killing?  Will we will a way not to wantonly, maim and kill?

@GenDunford @thejointstaff:  A tweet telegraphing a military operation, is one breaking national security policy protocols, or OPSEC.  Backtracking, is not happening.  Just saying,

just saying, strikes on Syria may not be imminent, does not allay, telegraphing, top secret operations.  Claiming to be “Just kidding,” allays not telegraphing operations … top secret.

ON FIGHTING, ANOTHER DAY

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

France and Britain, may back him.  In the interim, walking back, with alacrity, is the Don. Discretion is, the better part, of valor.  So walking back, with remarkable, alacrity, is Don.

WALKING BACK

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles.  And their launchers for attack, targeting.

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

The candidate of the Kremlin is screwing up, everything.  Royally.  Vladimir is even sorry, he hatched the idea to compromise Don.  So he’d be a Russian asset of a KGB … fraternity.

Sweet.  Vlad’s “Our man, in Washington Plan,” had been working, flawlessly.  Everything, just fine and dandy.  Then the Don, got to thinking.  “I am in position to grab everything.”

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles … and launchers … attacking  in … WW III.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

SYRIAN FOLLIES

Bashar, is on … “high alert.”  Vlad is bemoaning, violence.  Xi is urging, restraint.  Playing coy, is Kim.  Just taking, it all, in.  In spite of himself, his historic statesmanship, enjoying.

But in the subconscious of each of them, the Kim-Don Plan, is percolating, to a climaxing. Senseless posturing, warmongering, and warring itself, must be outlawed, by a … Ruling.

The intended, end of May meeting between the two, has now given way, to early … June.  Coincidentally, it is on the ides of June that Don may celebrate a 73rd year, a 73rd … June.

On June 15th or thereabouts Don’s presidency ends and Don’s ministry begins.  In … June. The Don’s presidency’s end, begins, in June.  A global ministry, to him, beckons … in June.

EUREKA

BREAKING:  On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule.  It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been.  But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye.  As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time.  Because, it was simple.  As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been.  Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it.  At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends.  Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art.  He got’s to write, the verse.  He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men.  A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don.  “Start with the Rule.  Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming.  Art’s points are well taken though.  We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet.  And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family.  Not, artificial, nations.  And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

WATERBOARDING

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

No one stands to gain more than the Syrian Urantian, Bashar.  To impress that upon him, we, waterboarded him, last night, on Luna.  We impressed him, by waterboarding … him.

And Bashar was duly impressed, with the lesson inherent in his brothers’ waterboarding, of him.  Gasping for air Vlad’s face was the first face he saw upon his last, waterboarding.

Vlad thought then to Bashar, “Don’t worry.  Be happy.  This too shall pass.  Waterboarding is soon to be, a tragic relic, of Urantian history.  Save for the water sports, waterboarding.

And a fine chap Bashar might yet be if only a devotee of the Golden Rule he might yet, be. Imagine.  Imagine, if a devotee of the Rule he may be.  What still otherwise, might yet, be.

On what might yet be.  Art’s Kim-Don Plan answer to man’s ills has but lacked a platform. Incorporating Truth and Reconciliation, it appeal to self-interest.  It’s a matter, of reform.

LIPS

Art, here.  Posting, daily (in, selfie) from here on Urantia and with my brothers … nightly, from soiree, on Luna.  On what’s with, Kim and Don.  Two sad characters, most certainly.

On goings on too, with Vlad and Xi.  And on what is so sadly happening … surreptitiously. Or alternatively, what’s happily happening between them so suspiciously, surreptitiously.

On what’s happening.  At least, seemingly.  To just one person, only.  Lying’s surreptitious. It poisons relationships.  Truth is up front and above board.  The truth isn’t surreptitious.

Sadly, that is what has seemingly, ever been happening.  (Wo)men lying … to one another. Happily, however, Luna’s ‘ambiance’ of an atmosphere favors, the truth.  It, is … in order.

That is to say, that what is thought on Urantia, is true.  Thoughts make lips … superfluous, by bypassing them.  Loose lips too, sink ships.  So they’re been deemed to be, superfluous.

Evolutionarily, lips have been deemed to become, eventually, superfluous.  It just may be thought is more conducive to truth, than speech.  Or it may be the wine … and the cheese.

On wine and cheese.  And on the consumers of them, in soiree, on the surface … of Luna. On Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi.  On what’s, with them.  Four of the saddest men … on Urantia.

VLAD-ATTACK

On Russia’s panicky call for UN security council meeting re Salisbury nerve agent attack.  On damage to foreign policy of attacks abroad by Russians, in broad daylight.  On attacks

with weapons, prohibited.  On Novichok.  A nerve agent.  Only manufactured, in Russia. On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even when … not in Russia.

On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even, when … not in Russia. On attacks ordered by Vlad.  Vlad-attacks.  The International Criminal Court, eyes Russia.

An International Criminal Court, has its eyes, on Russia.  And on its President, Vlad Putin. The International Criminal Court, is eyeing Russia.  And its President … Vladimir … Putin.

“We have told our British colleagues that ‘you’re playing with fire … and you’ll be sorry’,” Vassily, a growling Russian UN Ambassador, told a meeting of the UN Council of Security.

It was an attempted murder-suicide.  Alternatively, it was, perhaps, an act of God, maybe. Maybe it was an act, of God.  Maybe, it’s His fault.  The point is; it could’ve, been anybody.

So, why this rush to Judgment, against Russia?  Why this rush to Judgment, against Vlad? “You’re playing with fire and you’ll be sorry.”  Why this rush to Judgment … against Vlad?

MOLEMAN

If a mole is neither a burrowing mammal nor a skin anomaly, then a mole may verily be a spy who penetrates over a period of time, the security defenses, of an enemy’s, country.

Art places in nomination the hashtag moniker of the #moleman when one is referencing President Don.  The moleman’s now in his enemy’s presidency.  Messing up … everything.

THE RULE 

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos?  It’s simple.

And secular, friendly.  Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments.  One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims.  Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal.  On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical.  On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

APRIL’S SEXUAL ASSAULT PREVENTION MONTH

The teflon Don in chief, President Don (a renowned, sexual assaulter), has declared April, sexual assault, prevention, month.  As a proclamation, to the nation, it condemns, sexual

assault by those subject to the law.  And it silently condones the crime of … sexual assault, only if like him, ye are above, being charged, with any crime, much less … sexual, assault.

TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION FOR KOREA

It’s only human to wonder.  Let’s wonder together about what is on … Urantia happening. It’s only human.  So, how about gatherings on a surface, lunar, to see, what is happening?

Russian election, interference.  Vlad’s Russian, super-hero, babies.  But lately … Vladimir, soirees, has attended.  And seen:  Everything Urantian, differs, from perspectives, lunar.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

TODAY’S UPDATE:  TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider, the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

For the erstwhile Greek tragedies, have diversified their lot, with the Greeks now sharing with the rest of us, tragedy and comedy.  And tragi-comic blends.  Like this, Art’s, sharing.

A tragi-comic blend, Art is sharing.  A story of two Marias and an Emily.  Forever, seeking Emily, is Art and Art’s brothers, too.  On Art and his brothers, their best interests, seeking.

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Full of himself, Vlad has been.  Like all of his dictator, brothers.  He, like them, wonders,  about what life and living are really, all about.  All of them. It’s only human … to wonder.

It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?

STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

 

Strongmen.  Men like Kim, Xi and Vlad.  And even, supposedly, democratic, men like Don. Despots and dictators; once physically strongest, a strongman today may be, a weak man.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A weakening US, strengthening, them, play.

TOWARD, PHOTO-OP, SCIENCE

An armored, mystery … train; a flurry of activity, at a Beijing … guesthouse, that is where, senior North Korean officials are known to stay; tourists barred from Tiananmen Square.

Kim appears to be in Beijing for consultations ahead of summits; one with President Don. Another, with the ROK’s, Moon.  The Moon’s to meet with Kim ere he meets with the Don.

It’s Beijing, ere on to Moscow.  Consultations, ahead of summits; one, a photo-opportunity with President, Don.  On the incredible story underlying this Kim Don photo-opportunity.

Buzz confirms rumors:  Kim’s stopped in China on his way to Russia to meet with … Vlad; Kim’s getting on the same page as Xi and Vlad.  Ye wanna be on the same page … as Vlad.

Ye wanna be on the same page, as Vlad.  Folks deemed, not on his page, on another page, get written.  On the dead page get written the names of those not written, on Vlad’s page.

Xi, in Beijing.  Vlad, in Moscow.  Kim, in Pyongyang and Don, in Washington.  All are … in with the Kim-Don Plan.  With the Kim-Don Plan all (Xi and Vlad, too), are in.  All are … in.

And for all their sundry reasons the joint play is to downplay Don’s shenanigans.  The fix, already, is in.  On how Nobel, upon Kim and Don … came calling.  Already, in … is the fix.

RECAPPING

The Kim-Don Plan.  Art’s, idea.  Jared’s, really.  And it may be, for Kim and Don a win-win, face-saving, Nobel-like, solution.  Everybody gets … something.  And nobody gets nothing.

First, the earthshaking, news.  Urantia … not Earth, is the name, of your planet.  Imagine, taking Arthur to your leader.  He might be Kim.  He might be Don.  Who may ye imagine?

It’ll likely depend on your nation.  Who ye imagine shall vary; on perspective, depending. A paradigm worth changing.  The brothers on that, agreed.  How only … are we, debating.

Last night’s, soiree; extraordinary, by any standard.  Any similarity between the diurnal Kim and Don to the nocturnals of last evening is laughably, tragi-comically, coincidental.

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants to even be with me.  The dread Don-toxin, I carry, just like … Typhoid Mary.

“But there was no, collusion.  Everybody, knows that.  Hillary’s a witch, and a witchhunt, is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

A PANACEA FOR PANGAEA

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants, to represent me.  Of the Don-toxin I am a carrier, just like Typhoid … Mary.

“Not.  There was no collusion.  Everybody knows that.  Hillary’s a witch and a witchhunt,  is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

BAD BEHAVIOR, MODIFYING

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse.  Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don.  “Never again.”  So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them.  To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel, communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don, are all, in.

Ye read that right!  The Kim and the Donald accept by these presents and by the presents, if any, that Bob may wish to present him on the occasion of the birthday of the president.

All to verify cross-universally (again, ye read that right!), that Kim and Don … are all … in. The proof, is in the pudding.  The Kim-Don Plan’s presents cover all infected by the toxin.

Wherefore by the power invested in face-saving Mark, Kim, Don and Arthur, the authors of this magnum opus the Don Toxin Trio as antidote, offer … these numbers … and letters.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

ON THE NEWS

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new. If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

Conversely, if you believe in Don, overarchingly, you too are vulnerable … to fake … news. On discerning a feel for discerning between what is real news and what is, fake … news.

On two.  Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.  Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing, to a larger, purpose.  Is Don allied, with Kim?

Is Don allied, with Kim?  Sound, implausible?  Surely.  Sound, impossible?  Certainly, not.  Such a monumental deception would rank it, among the most monumental of all, or not.

Art’s thinking, “This deception’s monumental.”  So Art, is unsheathing, Penemue’s words. Unsheathing Penemue’s words is Art; founding a school inspired by Penemue’s … words.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new.  If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

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.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse. Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don. “Never again.” So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them. To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don are, all in.

 

Hate to burst your bubble, kids.  Consider this your rite of passage.  Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

On two. Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.   Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing to, a larger, purpose. Is Don allied, with Kim?

Hate to burst your bubble, kids. Consider this your rite of passage. Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

CELEBRATIONS AND REQUIEMS

Don’s talking, to Bob.  “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it.  But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

It’s reassuring to be sure to have such a decisive (and ruggedly good-looking) individual, at the helm of, the ship of state. A good-looking and ruggedly, heroic-looking, individual.

Don’s unraveling. That’s all too painfully, apparent. But rush not to plan on celebrations, nor requiems.  In the throes of denial, is Don. Why is everybody, always picking, on him?

Donald’s unraveling. In the last throes of denial, is Don. He’s wondering why everybody is always picking on him. Plan though, neither celebration, nor requiem … for the Donny.

Plan rather on, once again, the resignation of an American President.  Forced by findings, beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason, Counsel Bob is finding.

On the resignation of another President. Forced to resign by findings beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason Special Counsel Bob is finding, scandalous.

Don’s talking, to Bob. “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it. But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

SECRET AGENT MAN

Imagine … if ye will, a logical extension, of what is already happening … keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them … constantly.  Keep that, in mind.

Keep that in mind as ye read on. Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

Real secret agents. Keep that in mind as ye, read on. Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them. Constantly. Keep that also in mind. Some want but … the death … of Art.

People really wanna know why Kim and Don, get passes and Mulligans … on everything.  On details of the Faustian deal with the devil, upon which Kim and Don, risk, everything.

Ambiance is why Kim and Don dine so well on Luna, but dine not, on Urantian, territory. And while some wagging tongues say it’s herb from that legally fertile Colorado territory,

“Posh,” shall be Kim and Don’s reply in answer to inquiry into any ‘Colorado Territories.’ “Posh,” brusquely was heard in soiree last night answering most everything, of territory.

On ambiance, Urantia, Luna, Kim, Don and Arthur.  On soirees, ball lightning, and three, electrocutions. Ambiance, is why they dine on Luna but dine not, on Urantian, territory.

REGIME CHANGE

“Regime change.  Sabotage.  Subterfuge.  All that, and more.  Ever on,” say Kim and Don.  “Our minions ne’er fail to be, on alert, on the walls.”  So thought last night Kim and Don.

That in practice for what’s intended, for public consumption.  And in practice for … Nobel contention, last night they thought, “Henceforth we Kim and Don, are bound for … Nobel.

On Plan Kim-Don.  Towards understanding, what in the blue blazes, is going on. On Plan Kim-Don. Towards understanding why no one knows what’s going on. On Arthur’s Plan.

Towards understanding what to do ’bout unseemly goings on.  On Plan Kim-Don’s Nobels. Nobels?  Yes, Nobels!  And why not?  Why not Nobels for Kim and Don? Bring on, Nobels.

EAST OF WEST

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  As when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

This then, is the conflict, herein.  Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night. But back-channel diplomatic communications augur, an age for man, as day, from night.

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 presidencies, presidents must do what is … ne’er done. To act in the best interests of all others, as infamously, neither of them, have … ever done.

Triumphing over Don’s venality is not in American hands; in democratic and republican, hands.  Don’s tweeting himself all by himself out of a presidency. Don himself, hang, can.

The Donald hanging himself.  Political suicide … classic … and, moreover … extraordinary. More extraordinary, than anyone of ye, but for the brothers … imagine … so … visionarily.

But imagine, if ye will, a logical extension of what is already happening, keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them, constantly.  Keep that … in mind.

MEANWHILE IN FINLAND

Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

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.

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.

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?

“Like any capable lawyer Art already knew the answer, to the question … he was asking.  Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Art is thankful for the new set of questions … for asking.

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.

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,” Penemue, had commissioned.

WORD WEAPONIZATION

“Pen to your brethren,” Penemue had commissioned, “of their epic, tragi-comedy.  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.

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, thinking, “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.

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  On when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

TRUST … BUT VERIFY

The US isn’t coming to any May meeting and/or any future talks or negotiations with Kim, with clean hands. “Trust but verify.”  Both sides would do well to adopt former President

Ron’s mantra:  Kim seems to have become a reasonable, man.  Don’s soon to become one. Apparently.  The more they ponder bigger pictures, the more reasonable … they become.

CIRCUMSTANCES DICTATE

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening. All of what’s happening is happening, on cue. Towards a day when … what is happening,

Towards the day when what happens, is the Don’s, resignation.  The Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history’s surprise reprises. But the Don’s intending surprising,

Bob.  Arthur’s copied Special Counsel Bob to avert the Don’s top-secret-of-Bob, surprising. Not that Bob doesn’t already know Don’s been back channel communicating … with Kim.

And he likely keeps briefed on Art’s alleged hosting of alleged soirees, on the moon of all places, allegedly.  Art’s memorializing, soiree minutes, because Don can’t be trusted at all.

On ‘Twitter-Diplomacy’, ‘Maximum Pressure’ and Kim and Don’s endorsement, of a Kim-Don Plan, of their authorship.  A collaboration has been Kim, Don and Arthur’s … writing.

ON DON”S MENTAL STATE

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

Even as Art writes, Don is unraveling.  Mike is to be President, of US.  That’s no, prophesy. That’s just a logical conclusion to what’s concluding so really ironically, as if, of prophesy.

No prophesy, that.  Just reading, between lines.  And knowing, as Art does … his brothers. Art’s brothers’ representatives, are meeting in Finland, to a Happening, well prepare for.

Kim more than Don, has been receptive of late, in the threes’s evening soirees, atop Luna. Kim more than Don has been more receptive of late, to Arthur’s … siren call … atop Luna.

Arthur’s nightly siren call to his brothers, is now, at last, to be considered.  Not, certainly, because of Art nor a change of heart of Don’s.  Because, circumstances dictate, ruthlessly.

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening.  All of what’s happening is happening, on cue.  Towards a day when … what is happening,

is Don’s, resignation.  Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history ‘s surprise, reprise.  But Don’s got a surprise of his own, for Bob.  Art’s copied Bob, to avert, surprise.

FAIR WARNING

President Donald:  Consider this, fair tweet, fair warning.  Lying is not, against the letter  of the law, unless, that is, you’re lying, to the Feds. What is done, Donald, is done.  Better,

Kim yet pull your fat from the fire.  Cop a plea.  And remain a celebrity.  A Master, still, in celebrity, of Urantia.  No help, from Vlad.  None, from Xi.  Most potentially helpful … Kim.

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!

Think Don, out-of-the-box.  As we did again … last evening.  In soiree.  On Luna.  Sipping, wine.  With cheese.  And we laughed together; at events, none too soon, to be transpiring.

Yet again; no sooner had Kim and Don (Don, especially), set foot on the surface of Urantia than they returned to personas, desperate.  “I’m being framed,” now says, Don of Urantia.

“I’m being framed,” now says the Don, of Urantia.  Note that. heretofore …  “no collusion,” was the refrain, again and again.  Now the refrain’s to be, “against me, there is collusion.”

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLYIs Art worried?  Seemingly constantly.  He worries about ye.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!  That why he is in, Puerto Rico.  Waiting, for lights, to return.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!

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.

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.

DAY 420

“On the 420th day of the greatest of American presidencies, I join with my brother, Kim,  the Honorable, President of the DPRK, in making, six, groundbreaking … proclamations.”

Wherefore first:  The signatory co-authors of this epic poem, Kim, Don and yours … truly, Art Everman certify Twitterese the official language of Urantia.  It’s transculture friendly.

Wherefore second:  We three agree as follows hereinafter:  Seven tweets to a twat.  Never more than 280 characters per twat.  Fear not from Art, titillation.  Art’s about inspiration.

Wherefore thirdly:  We signatories certify:   Twitterese is to be the official tweeted speech of Urantia.  Because it’s transculture friendly.  Because it’s sui generis, connective speech.

Wherefore fourth:  Transculture friendly’s Twitterese.  Kim, Don and Art … its inventors. All three of them bequeath it to humanity, subject to the qualifications … of its inventors.

Wherefore fifth:  Juche and Trumpism, existing and prospering side by side in transition to a Urantian community, increasingly, egalitarian.  To that end, the aforesaid, transition.

Wherefore sixth:  Presidents Kim and Don of the DPRK and USA, with Arthur … do agree.  Seven days in May.  Six for the spadework.  Just one … for a grand … photo-op … meeting.

THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH

Ye loved him in, ‘The Apprentice’.  Ye loved him, as President.  Get ready, Urantia (Earth), As ye’ve never before, seen him.  Are ye ready, for the greatest show, on (Urantia) Earth?

On delaying reporting, of possible obstruction of justice charges, the Special Counsel may against the Don, charge.  For reasons, nefarious.  On speculating on, the morrows’ todays.

“Speculating,” speculates Art makes an advantage of one man, an advantage of the other man.  Read between the lines of what is written, to know tomorrow’s tidings, ere, others.

A TRILOQUY

To a fitting, climax … hurtle, the eight billion, blissful … in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

Three brothers.  Three colors.  Three cultures,  Three languages.  Three, surreal, realities. And then suddenly three electrocutions.  And ever since then, mutual dreaming.  Nightly.

Art knows.  Supposedly, it’s like, primafacie crazy to believe that everybody else is crazy, everyone but one, himself.  Now that we know how we fit in, we three, pen, this triloquy.

THE FIX IS IN

Critics are expressing dismay at Don’s monumental snap decision, to swap out diplomats so shortly before the meeting between Kim and Don.  Worrisome, from our top diplomat.

Don’t worry.  Be happy.  Whatever, you were, or are.  For Kim and Don the top diplomats, of the DPRK and the USA, are ready, willing and able (totally fit), to be, the top, diplomats.

The fix, at last … is in.  Art’s been schooled, by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue, Art’s been  back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals Kim and Don, in soirees, nocturnal.

Wine and cheese, soirees, nocturnal.  On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women, younger.  As is, Ri Sol ju … of Kim.

Wine and cheese soirees, nocturnal.  In the spirit of Paul (Breton’s) baby, sipping of wine, and nibbling on cheese.  Never wanting to have a mouth, too full, to opine … in due time.

On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women younger.  As is Ri Sol ju, of Kim.  But we digress.  The fix … at last … is in.

Art’s been schooled by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue (Pen), Arthur’s been back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals, Kim and Don, in soirees, traditionally, nocturnal.

Say what?  Back-channel communicating?  Partaking, with Kim and Don, of wine, are ye, and cheese on the moon?  Art knows it’s crazy to believe that everybody’s crazy … but he.

CELEBRITY AND SECURITY

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to devote himself to pursuing a nobly fitting, Nobel.  And all owing, to an ultimately,

superceding, legacy.  For, from Don’s Plan come UN resolutions and world-wide celebrity. Celebrity.  More than any thing, celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.

Celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.  An insight instantly revealing, circumstances instantly dictating.  Kim craves security.  Fitting.  And Art?  Art is aspiring.

And to a fitting, climax, hurtle the eight billion, blissful, in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to seek his Nobel.  His legacy.  His celebrity.  Kim’s security.  To Arthur, inpiration be.

BREXIT

Don ousts Rex to replace him at State with the CIA chief.  Disbeliefs’, shock waves, mimic sound waves, connecting us.  Months of Brexit rumors, have proven … to be … prophetic.

Shock waves mimic sound waves.  Connecting us. Notwithstanding … our obliviousness. An invaluable lesson. And the learning, within the lesson, lessens … one’s obliviousness.

ON MESSAGE

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  Once Bob’s report, forces Donald’s resignation, he’ll be free to devote himself to pursuing his Nobel and legacy Kim-Don-Plan, resolution.

High stakes, international diplomacy.  On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  There’s really no such crime, as collusion.  On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering.  Words … sounding … of treason.

UNFORCED ERROR

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

High stakes, international diplomacy. On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall: There’s really no such crime, as collusion. On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering. Words … sounding … of treason.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament.  A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

WOE IS DON

On Vlad, and the Don.  A peek inside the twisted mind, of the Teflon Don.  The Teflon Don and Mike Buzz reports, laugh (over drinks) at the Don’s brazenness no more.  Woe is Don.

Don rues the day he had Mike, PP and DD, pen.  On the fake news’, real news, happening. And on ironies inherent in the connections, connecting us.  On blurred lines, un-blurring.

DD.  PP.  Laughing their proverbial asses off these past evenings have been the authoring, megalomaniacal three.  Kim.  And Don.  And Art.  On Luna.  And with Moon, last evening.

Don rues to himself that he had Mike”PP” and “DD” pen.  A clever plays on words become incapacitating.  Unlike Bob’s, coming blows.  Certainly lethal, brand killing, incarceration.

Fake news.  Real news.  Like, ever’s been, happening.  And all mixed up, as never, before. By communications, back channel, resignation, in lieu of, impeachment, as never, before.

That’s more or less when we’ll learn whether the Don is more loyal to Russia, or America. This poem is the climactic story of Kim, Don and Art.  And US, China, Russia … and Korea.

On the Don’s best week:  Don’s impulsiveness in meeting Kim and the tariffs conundrum; alarming.  Lurking is the affair between a DD and a PP and between a PP and Vlad Putin.

A DISARMING TURN OF EVENTS

May.  Maybe.  May, may very well be, when Kim next sees, a head-of-state, that is not he, himself.  He’s never met China’s Xi.  He’s never met Russia’s Vlad.  God knows, he’s lonely.

After decades of tension Kim has extended an invitation to President Don to meet by May to negotiate denuclearization of the Korean peninsula, and a range, of other issues.  May.

South Korea’s statement:  “[Kim] has clearly stated [his] willingness, to denuclearize.  He has made it clear. [He] has no reason to keep nuclear weapons, if security’s guaranteed.”

PHOTO-LETTER-BOMBS

On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries.  Overtly military options are limited.  Why not then President Don, photo-letter-bomb …  Kimmy?

On three problems.  Three clashes, of nations.  Three, opportunities.  The brothers three, star in subplots of history.  Art interweaves His story,with our story.  History is, His story.

Education, is alchemy.  Hindsight, is 20-20.  In irony, is wisdom.  Behavior’s modification, theoretically, is not limited to jindividuals only.  On what is, what was, and what, can be.

Herein, the learned literati muse on ontology.  luminaries, western, the likes of Socrates, Milton, Locke and Aristotle.  Eastern peers Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad … and Gandhi,

now see:  Hindsight’s, 20-20.  They see folly; their own but more importantly humanity’s.  A still-born, twitter-diplomacy, they fear, we shall see.  Say what?  Ye say that diplomacy,

by Twitter, is dead?  Sad.  Great, could have been the Donald’s, Twitter diplomacy.  Three problems.  Two brothers.  One story.  Tiny subplots of, a story, His story, is man’s history.

PRESIDENT FOR LIFE

‘President for life’.  Not a bad idea, President Donald says, of Chinese proposal.  The Don’s remarks were reportedly met with raucous laughter and applause during GOP luncheon.

Applause and … laughter.  What’s wrong with these GOP donors?  What’s wrong with US?Have we no sense, not, nonsense?  What sense, in dictatorship?  What is wrong, with US?

“Morale is the worst it has ever been,” said a strategist in frequent contact with the Don’s staff.  “Nobody knows … what, to expect.”  On, what to expect.  Treason … (aka, collusion)

and bribery top even the obstruction of justice as reason for President Don’s, resignation. ‘Pure madness’:  Aides are worried about the characteristic volatility of … President Don.

To spark grass-roots groundswells of resistance against President Kim Jong un’s criminal   regime, flood North Korean skies with propaganda.  Cover Pyongyang, Kim’s city, capital

and the countryside territory, with cash, candy and written materials.  Loosen, Kim Jong un’s grip on his kin. Propaganda, drone in.  He fears propaganda.  To the table he’ll come.

Nukes.  How many?  From most, to least:  Russia, 6,800; US, 6,600; France, 300; China, 270; Britain, 215; Pakistan, 130-140; India, 120-130; Israel, 80; Korea; 10-20.  To kill everybody.

In total roughly 14,665 warheads.  Vlad and Don share, more than 90 percent of the total.  And Don would be wise to propose to his brother Vlad scrapping all of them, for a Nobel.

Kim threatens to ‘counter’ US over post-Olympic, military, drills.  Kim’s reiterating that he is willing to talk to the US but said he would never negotiate, with any, preconditions.  He

also said that he, Kim, would counter the US-ROK drills with his own simultaneous, drills. Simultaneous exercises.  Sounds to Don like an excellent opportunity for Don to Kim, kill.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders, now and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  of course.  To present to the future, progression, and not regression, of course, we should.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders now, and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  If only Don and Vlad and Xi and Kim and many others we tweeted en masse we … would.

JARED

Son-in-law Jared, one of the Don’s closest advisers has lost his daily access, highly prized, to presidential intelligence briefings, his 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.

RECAPPING

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.

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.

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 for too 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.

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.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLY:  WORDPLAY … SCREENPLAYS

TODAY’S UPDATE: 

Rudy lets Marine-Bob know no interview of Don without FBI provision of informant info. But Bob has enough evidence already.  And Bob surely knows what, Rudy does not know.

Rudy said also;  if investigators seek a court order, compelling President Don’s testimony, his lawyers would fight it a subpoena all the way, to the US Supreme Court … if necessary.

DAY 492

On Rudy’s evolving defense of President Don.  The FBI had no business snooping on Don. Any evidence Bob’s inquiry produces is the tainted fruit, of an illegitimate, investigation.

When asked about the legitimacy of the FBI probe, Rudy answered that it was not, citing, reports of an FBI informant, or two within the campaign, as reason … for its discrediting.

TREASON’S THE REASON

Go figure.  Just a day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

Unreasonable, is the Don, usually. Not tho, this time. He called the summit off … suddenly, after Kim’s men, didn’t show for a preparatory and called VP Pence, a “political  dummy.

”As a “political dummy,” Kim, by extension, referred to, Don’s Vice President, Mike Pence, in a tweet.  Unreasonable usually’s the Don.  But misspoken is Vice President Mike Pence.

Mike misspoke.  As did Kim, responding to Mike.  Mike cited the case of Libyan President Quadaffi to Kim.  Kim retorted with the dummy remark.  A great start, for the Presidents.

Vice President Mike Pence may someday soon be the president … of all of the Americans.  And sooner, than ye think.  Don’s been obstructing justice, for Vladimir and the Russians.

Don has been obstructing justice for Vladimir’s Russians.  That, by definition … is treason. Treason, even more than obstruction of justice is the reason, impeachment’s … in season.

A mere day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  Possibly.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  This episode tho is just jostling, for position … today.

Vladimir at the last minute, too, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And last night’s soiree on Luna held surprise reprises for the brothers, thinking, of peace.

Don’s distortion, of my comments, is all too, … Orwellian. “I mean this is … George Orwell; up is down, black is white … peace is war.”  And lying … well, lying … is a virtue … as well.

“Up is down; black is white; peace is … war.”  Lying is a valued virtue … groundbreaking.   Kim and Don, are virtuous.  The two most fictionally artful liars are not, denuclearizing.

“If you change your mind please do not hesitate to call me or write.” NSA’s reconsidering, nuking you.  Up is down, black is white, peace is war. Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking and earth-shaking.

What (wo)man in the main, understands, not, Kim and Don do understand, instinctively.  Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking.  Politicians lie, naturally.   Politicians lie, instinctively

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  Just jostling, for position today, for come, what may.

PEACE, INTERRUPTED

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On Don’s cancellation of talks, upon interpreting Kim’s latest tweet as hostile.  War on the horizon?  Or jockeying for position?

Just jockeying for position, are Presidents, Kim and Don.  And the Don’s taken (if the talks resume), the upper hand.  If Kim, ultimately, is forced back to the table, for peace … talks.

Don’s decision to cancel complicates the relationship of President Don with President Xi,  and Kim only seemingly.  Kim and Xi planned it all with Don last night,  … surreptitiously.

Don’s decision to cancel the summit with North Korea’s Kim was made … surreptitiously, last evening, at their nightly dream, on Luna.  To get China too, to the table, only, secretly.

On Don’s decision to cancel with Kim Jong un; made last evening, at the latest, of nightly, dreams on Luna.  The cancellation is to get China’s Xi, too … to the table … only … secretly.

Vladimir too, at the last minute, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And tonight’s soiree on Luna, holds surprise … reprises, for the brothers, talking of peace.

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On the Don’s cancellation of talks on interpreting Kim’s tweet as hostile.  War’s ever on, horizons.  This is jostling, for, position.

PARANOIA

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.”  So wrote Victor in 2014, during the 1st Bush, administration. Insecure … is Kim Jong un.

Victor Cha continued, “Dictators may exercise extreme and draconian power … like Kim,  but they are also pathologically insecure, about their grip, on the throne.” Just like, Kim.

Kim is no different than any dictator, in that regard. In North Korea paranoia rules, Kim. Paranoia rules in the Hermit Kingdom from top to bottom like no place on Urantia … His.

More than a little worried, about North Korea, falling, to a military coup, is, Kim Jong un. More than a little worried is Kim that on begging for mercy, none will be … forthcoming.

In North Korea, paranoia, rules, Kim.  And his people. All … 26 million … or so … of them. Like no place; the legendary place ye call Earth, universals know as Urantia of Nebadon.

Like no place on Earth (Urantia, of Nebadon), there’s no place, like Kim’s … North, Korea. No place a home, when in, North Korea. Home to millions … of paranoid North Koreans.

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.” So wrote Victor, in 2014, during the 1st, Bush, administration. Terrified, is un, Kim Jong.

BUZZING

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought to be, private thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz, is listening.

“What might happen, at home, in Pyongyang … while I’m gone,” Kim’s (Buzz is reporting), been wondering, in thoughts, thought to be private, thoughts, of his.”  Kim, is wondering:

“What may happen at home in Pyongyang while I’m away, to my wife and my children?” What may happen to Sol Ru, my two eldest and the, as yet, state secret, unnamed … one?”

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought were, private, thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz is listening.

DAY 488

On the Don’s 488th day in the White House he was visited, by Moon.  Moon is in the US to tell President Trump what to expect, and what not to expect.  Expect lies … from the two.

“If Don,” Moon said, “ye but live up to the agreements with Kim that ye’ve already agreed to on Luna, Nobel Peace Prizes, surely, shall be yours, to the agreeable ones … so agreed.”

The smart move for North Korea was always to pursue nuclear weapons.  Every promise, to stop pursuing them was a lie.  Whoops!  There.  That word, again.  On men … promises,

nuclear weapons, and lies. North Korea’s new leader and a populist maverick, American. Olympian liars.  President Kim may want to (lay or lie) a deal … with the lying, American.

MAN-CHILD

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare,”There is … no collusion.”

“There was no collusion.”  Kudos to Rudy; keeping it simple, for the Don.  President Don’s, a simpleton.  An author, ghostwritten, he detests, having to read.  A simpleton is the Don.

A simpleton is Don.  He doesn’t like to read.  He can’t spell. He hears, but does not, listen. To wit, he listens not, to his advisers and lawyers.  To them, on principle, he won’t, listen.

Not ever, listening.  Ever, foolishly speaking.  Lying, like a hound dog to whoever, listens. Two perfectly good ears, gone to waste.  And their companion mouth lays waste, lessons. 

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

DON WAXES, POETICALLY

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they’ll stay for, non-whites … aren’t US.”

Far away.  Far, far, away.  There Don prays they every day, stay.  Non-whites … aren’t US.” Don prays.  He is, as everyone knows, a religious man.  He prays, non-whites … leave US.”

“If ye blackies and brownies reside in shithole territories, stay there!  If here … leave, US! Blackies and brownies, in His wise wisdom ye see, were meant to be there … so leave US.”

“If there, stay there.  If here, from here, leave.  Don’t let doors hit ye, on yer way out of US and, if ye please, please make sure ye stay out, of US.  And lest ye forget don’t lie … to US.”

“It’s a crime; a felony, in fact, to lie to the FBI.  Believe, me … I know.  When here, in … US, don’t lie to any feds.  Nothing good will come of it.  Believe, me … I know.  I’m prez, of US.”

“I’m rich.  Smart.  I know, words.  I’m an author.  A Nobel winner.  The President … of US. I am rich.  But neck-deep, in a deep-state, frame-up.  A witch hunt, hunts, the prez, of US.”

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they stay, for non-whites are not of US.”

FADE, THE IDES, OF MAY

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

Don’s demanding Jefferson Beauregard Session’s Department of Justice tell President Kim “it’s not collusion if Don cuts him in when he is cutting a deal … with the country of Kim.”

“My best bet’s cutting Kim in on my action.  Just cut him in.  To cut a great deal with him.   So, Plan A’s, weathering, storms.  Plan B’s (lol), resigning and going, on tour … with him.”

“Nuclear weapons no matter how big my buttons, are useless against him.  Best I cut Kim in, on my action.  So, I’ll have a Plan B if Marine-Bob’s witch hunt, hunts me, and my kin.”

“I get it now,” said Don at last night’s lunar, soiree. “There’s no outrunning, Marine-Bob,” Don went on, “nor outgunning him in courtrooms.  There’s no outwitting … Marine-Bob.”

Europe’s wondering.  Is Urantia (Earth), lost for good? Depends on decisions … upcoming. decisions of the Kim and the Don.  And it depends of course, on the nations … signing on.

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

EUROPE’S WONDERING

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on, Kim and Don.  It depends … on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

The sovereign states, for centuries useful;  today … less than, functional … anachronisms.  In, ironic, answer; shape-shifting, chameleons; Kim and Don; two human, anachronisms.

It depends on the nations.  And on, the citizens of the nations.  It is from them that states derive, their sovereignty.  But the sovereign states … are failing.  Failing, are … the states.

Failing … are the states.  WWs, I, II, and three … testament.  And if ye agree not with Art’s count, note that unlike Art, art imitates life and vice versa.  Inscrutable.  Like modern art.

Inscrutable.  Like modern art, in tapestry.  Live, and in living, color; what’s … happening. Inscrutable.  What’s happening, inscrutable to ye is not so inscrutable is to one, watching.

Watching’s, the Watcher.  Watching, over men.  Watching them.  And waiting upon times, to come.  For there are no end times. Just hard times.  Epilogs and prologs … all, the time.

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on … Kim and Don.  It depends, on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

NELSON’S PLAN

A royal-watcher, the Watcher Penemue, is not, having far more important things, to have to watch, than royals and non-royals, in rituals, of a paradigm, of … have nots, and haves.

It’s the paradigm of royalty vis a vis, nons; of status, non-status … fake news.  A paradigm, fake, too.  On the have-not-have-lots paradigm.  Urantians need change … their paradigm.

On God.  His story.  Our, history.  Evolutionary.  Devolutionary.  Empathy.  Alchemy.  And, extrapolating from one alchemical plan (Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation), to Art’s Plan.

Art’s Plan.  Nelson’s Plan, really.  Modification of behavior, via truth … and reconciliation. And if Nelson did it in South Africa, why not reuse, his model of truth and reconciliation?

Why not indeed.  So when Pen commissioned Art to Pen, “a panacea for Pangaea,” to Art, it didn’t occur that, like Aristotle he knew … nothing.  Accordingly, he agreed, to pen, art.

FRAME-UP!

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don lies.  Is it just obstruction, or, is it … treason?

Whom, is President Donald, lying for?  Worse yet. Whom is President Donald, acting for?Worse than whom President Donald’s lying for is WHOM President Donald is acting, for?

This leaky White House, may lay claim to being the leakiest ever.  Evidence, the President claims that a deep state is conspiring against the United States and against, its President.

Fox Business anchor David Asman, is getting all of the credit, for inspiring, the President to tweet the DOJ is “out, to frame him.”  More evidence; a deep state, trolls the President.

On crimes that President Don committed, conspired to commit and … or … is committing. Indictment?  Or report?  Depends, on whom, Don’s lying for.  On obstruction and treason.

BOB, VIP

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

Bit actor Bob’s about to burst.  Bob’s bursting big-time onto the Urantian setting … setting too, of Art’s megalomaniacal missions.  Saving humanity from itself is, the most pressing.

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don’s lying.  Is it just obstruction, or is it treason?

INDICT HIM OR NOT

Like concluding epilogs, Presidents Kim and the Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Or noble, Nobel, champions.  Peacemaker prologs Kim and Don may be.  Noble, champions, Nobel.

No breaking news; that a failure to plan is a plan to fail.  It is, what it is.  President Trump “doesn’t think, he needs to” prep much for a summit.  Why not, wing it, President Trump?

Why not then just wing it?  Shoot … from the hip.  As you do, do, Mr. President … anyway.  What sense wisdom when caution’s thrown, to the wind?  Do, as you do do, Don, anyway.

Rudy says Bob told Don’s lawyers, they can not indict a sitting president notwithstanding, the commission of crimes; nor notwithstanding, lying.  Bob maybe, may not be, agreeing.

On Marine-Bob’s search for a smoking gun, in US-Russia, conspiracies.  On smoking guns. On happenings.  On what’s happened, what’s happening and what’s … going … to happen.

It depends.  It depends on whether crimes the President has committed or IS committing. Art says, again.  All depends on whether Don’s committed, or conspired to … committing.

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

DESPOT NOBELS

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be.  Or like story concluding, epilogs, Kim and Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Despots, vis a vis, nobles, Nobel winning.

And if the story Art is telling, in an algorithmically, precise way seems too … implausible, recall:  Kim and Don are presidents of their countries.  Given that, nothing is impossible.

Nothing is impossible, for One only, of course.  Puny men, given such gigantic limitations, rightly speak, of impossibilities.  But supermen like Kim and Don, know … no limitations.

No limitations either, boasts, Art, the prodigal brother of Kim and Don.  Megalomaniacal, to the highest degree, all three of them; reality notwithstanding, 3 true megalomaniacals.

Three VIPs.  Three important people. Two presidents and a friendly, More-Mart, greeter. Greeters, the three, of one another, nightly on Luna, where, in poetic license, they banter.

In poetic license (granted to Art by the Watcher), in nightly soirees on Luna, they banter. In lunar ambiance, they wine, dine and banter.  Like Ivanka, in Jerusalem … they banter.

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be. Or like story concluding, epilogs, the antagonists, yet, catastrophes, be. Despots, vis a vis, nobles … Nobel winning.

A RUSE

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic North Korean strategy, an even more effective, deceptive, use, of strategy.

Kim gives brother Don, a strong dose of his own, generic, medicine.  But only, apparently. Kim is clearly signaling he’s bent on a Kim-tried-and-true, classic, North Korean, strategy,

of provocations and demands.  On demands; and attention gotten; but they are … but for, public, consumption.  For the brothers dreamt anew last night on Luna … on peace … for,

Urantia.  As they planned the morrow’s day … planned into it, another, charade; that Don and his men may today, temporarily ice, the fantasy of a Nobel Peace Prize … for the Don.

So Don and his men today may only apparently dutifully ice a Nobel Peace Prize fantasy.  For tried and true classic North Korean strategy is … more effectively a … ruse of strategy.

The White House brushes aside Kim’s threats to cancel the summit with Don.  It is a ruse by, both of them.  To lower … expectations. To make success, seem … more, noble, a ruse.

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic, North Korean, strategy, a far more effective … deceptive … use of strategy.

DAY 481

Day 481:  On leaks, Don tweets “… leakers are traitors, and cowards, and we will find out, who they are!”  But a toxin that Vlad had implanted in him, is all over … the White House.

Excellence in communication happens when there is atmospheric, ambiance.  Ambiance. Wine and cheese.  Corny, jokes.  Compelling, philosophy.  Of such things comes ambiance.

RHYMING TIMES

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

Twain knew too that a round about rhyme, may mime even more effectively, sometimes, than less subtle, rhymes.  On lessons in time.  A dog … wags.  Or, wags a dog … sometimes.

Is there really, some “Wag the Dog”, in all this?  That was the accusation, from the movie, of the same name, against President Clinton who … in the midst, of the Monica Lewinsky

affair, ordered military strikes against al Qaeda in Afghanistan, following upon the heels, of al Qaeda’s bombing of two US embassies, in Africa.  A dog is wagging, head over heels.

In an ABC interview Jim’s called Don ‘morally unfit’ and a ‘stain’ on everyone about him.  In ABC’s interview with him, Jim Comey called Don a serial liar wont to treating women,

like “meat” and described him as a “stain” on everyone, who has ever … worked for him. Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don.

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

A TALL TALE

The tallest tale (based on a true story), ever told.  Of only seemingly, surreal, happenings. Vlad, Xi, Kim and Don and significant others are coming soon to a theater of war near ye.

On Bashar al-Assad’s inhuman gassing … of his very own, people.  Vlad’s pissed at Bashar. Bashar’s cost him a ton of political capital.  And this could well land, both of them before,

the International Criminal Court, Vlad has told, Bashar.  Lie, low.  Let the dust blow, over, all.  Lie, low.  Let this gassing, in passing, blow over.  And, let the dust, over all, blow over.

Bashar’s gassing of his people.  It seems that on Urantia if one’s own people one’s gassing, while not ever, OK, in his case, it’ll be OK, once the dust blows over; a gassing, in passing.

GRACING JERUSALEM

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

And the party stands in contrast to young men lying, on the ground.  And lying in rounds, protocols at United (lol) Nations.  Institutionalizing … what goes around … comes around.

Across Palestine, the demonstrations ongoing are in protest to the Don’s decision, moving from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, the capital, of Israel.  And nary a hair, of the Don … is moving,

apparently.  He knows the drill.  Project at all times … confidence.  In spite … increasingly, lack of it.  Keep in pea brevities for frequent repetition.  Say, “there’s no collusion really.”

Say, “there’s no collusion really.”  And tweet, “I am the 45th.”  “Sad.”  “Great.” “No … wall.” And if ye tweet just that way says Rudy, findings of collusion tweet to, “Great.  No … wall.”

“Verily, arguing in the alternative (double-talking, deplorables say) is what, lawyers … do. And it’s what I’m going to learn ye, Don, to do.  Verily Don, this is what lawyers … do, do.”

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

DAMN SATAN

Googled, was Arthur Everman by the Watcher and found to be as if, a mutt; a mix of Jew, Muslim and Christian.  A Puerto Rican, non-national (American), citizen.  Labels, not few.

In poetic, licence; and on Penemue’s emergency petition to higher, universal, authorities, the electrocuting of three, on 12-21-12 to allow for the telling, of the tallest tale, in history.

For a tale, tall … ordinarily … is less by tale’s end than its puffed up to be.  This tale’s real, maybe.  Incredibly real, this tall tale may end up to be.  Fake, mixed liberally … with real.

By a few too many labels, hath been labeled, errant Arthur.  And Kim and Don, his errant brothers.  And albeit his bros acknowledge not, their errors, Art denies not … he is errant.

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

“But for him, chaos, would not a word even be,” Pen thought, to Arthur.  “But … for Satan, peace and prosperity ye’d have long ago had.  All would be better, but for … damn Satan.”

Googled, was Arthur by the Watcher and found to be as if a mutt.  For once … a lucky mix of Jew, Muslim, Christian, Puerto Rican, non-nationalist, American citizen.  What … a mix.

TWEET TO YOUR BRETHREN

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

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.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament. A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

LOOSE CANNONS

No wonder Vlad and Xi seem so worried, of late.  They fear, two … very, loose … cannons. For Kim and Don in Singapore may reboot as, new partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

That Russia and China worry.  That’s one view.  However, collusion with Xi and Vladimir, for Kim and Don, to dump an extant anachronistic, paradigm … for another … is another.

We who nightly dream on Luna of Urantia (Earth), are dream of dumping an extant, and anachronistic, paradigm, for another.  Altogether, another view … ye must … understand.

On Urantia the paradigm that rules us, is that of the ‘sovereign’, state, royals today, being largely, vestige, of a heyday.  Relics, the royals, now, largely.  It’s the state … that is ruling.

It’s the state, that rules, nowadays, in the so-called, Old and New Worlds.  The Arab world has taken a shining to, royal … trappings.  Change comes, in the spring, in the Arab world.

The pundit critics, largely, are apoplectic about this new, even more erratic, world, order. They’ve got questions about everything and question everything but they’ve no answers.

But Vlad and Xi only wish, to appear, worried.  They actually, fear not, the loose cannons, Kim and the Don.  All the nations, to be, brotherly, partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

SINGAPORE

June 12, 2018.  It’ll be a gay day in Singapore, maybe.  Singapore’s, no place for, gay men. An issue, for another day.  On June 12, a summit, on the very, uncertain, future … of man.

SEVEN TWEETS TO A TWAT

As Arthur’s daily readers know, Arthur’s twats (verses, in multiples, of seven), are, lately, largely, a recitation of the proceedings on Luna of the previous evening’s soiree … (party).

A quick refresher on Pen’s specific instructions, to Art.  “Seven tweets, to a twat. The twat on Urantia, may be everlasting if ye (me, Art) would but limit, to seven, tweets, in a twat.”

“Limit to seven, tweets to a twat. Count and discount characters as necessary to make for a straight … right margin.  As for real, characters (not letters and numbers), see Twitter.”

“Thank first President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block, his healing. Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its seven … tweets.”

“Seven allows for two tweets of intro, three body tweets and two more concluding tweets to complete … the twat.  A nice twat’s straight-margined and full of content, pithy tweets.”

“Tweets convert easily into couplets.  Pen Arthur, an epic to survive ye.  Win ye yer noble wings.  Kim and Don aspire to Nobels.  Ask not, Arthur, for Nobel.  Ask Art, to be, noble.” 

“Thank again President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block … healing.  Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its, seven … tweets.”

PEACE BE UNTO YE

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.  To all of the children. To mothers. To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace be unto them.  And to their mothers.  And to … their fathers.

On a not yet named, much less announced, Kim-Don Plan for Peace and prosperity.  Plans to export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

Credible.  Credible, is Art’s, account.  Incredible, as it, seems.  And reasonable and logical. And impossible, only if ye have shut your eyes, or forgotten that nothing … is impossible.

Mike’s a team player.  Knows his role; and his place, too.  He’s all in.  All in … on the Plan. The plan is noble.  To export, peace and prosperity.  To India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

A noble plan.  To export peace and prosperity, to India, Pakistan, Israel, and even … Iran. And its not, just Mike.  All of the brothers and sisters, are in.  All in, on the Kim-Don Plan.

Make no mistake.  Kim and Don are under maximum pressure.  That’s why, the Russians.  All the … rushing around.  And the entertaining, but ultimately, all too, destructive, lying.

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. To thechildren there.  To mothers.  To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace, be unto them. And to, their mothers. And to … their fathers.

NO COUP D’ETAT

BREAKING NEWS: “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters. Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror. And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected. So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim. He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really. And … mind ye, just … one of them. Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great. The universals … love them.

Art, digresses. But those are, other stories. Back, to our story. His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more. On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story. An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too. For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. “No coup d’état, he assures, reporters. “Just call me, Mr. President.

“EUREKA

BREAKING: On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule. It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been. But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it. At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye. As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time. Because, it was simple. As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been. Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it. At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

THE RULE

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It, Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos? It’s simple.

And secular, friendly. Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments. One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims. Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal. On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical. On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends. Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art. He got’s to write, the verse. He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men. A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don. “Start with the Rule. Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming. Art’s points are well taken though. We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet. And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family. Not, artificial, nations. And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

COUP

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror.  And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected.  So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim.  He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really.  And … mind ye, just … one of them.  Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great.  The universals … love them.

Art, digresses.  But those are, other stories.  Back, to our story.  His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more.  On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story.  An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too.  For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

THE WHITES AND THE BROWNS

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

A win-win for Don.  A win-win, for Kim.  Up-front, pre-meeting, concessions … calculated, to create a frenzy.  Nothing is ad-libbed in back channel communications … so calculated.

Don considered challenging Kim, to a winner-take-all … cage, match, reconsidering, only, upon realizing Kim might be faking his limp and actually, be a Kung-fu expert … secretly.

Two explosive, story lines, are explosively, converging: Bob’s investigations … of Russian, election, interference and a hush, payment … stormy.  Cohen; at center, of investigations.

Investigations.  Investigations may mean for Don that, notwithstanding, legendary teflon, Don’s days, presidential, are numbered.  Numbered, are the days … of the President, Don.

Fittingly, notwithstanding deregulation, an economy, booming and America’s whitening, America’s not suffering obstruction of justice, much less, treason.  America’s … browning.

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

Rx

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

“Real and fake topical news.  And history too.  Real.  And, fake.  Step by step, instructions. Tweet it.  Blog it.  Finally, disseminate that Rx prescription, pursuant to, my instructions.”

“From Twitter disseminate Rx prescriptions, planetary.  Twitter, because Don … tweeting, made popular.  Twitter, because, ‘Twitter Diplomacy,’ as a legacy, Don sees ye, … leaving.”

“Twitter Diplomacy however may be, the least of his legacy, to ye.  Sharing a Nobel Peace Prize pales next to realizing the noble goal of at last finally evolving, from war, to peace.”

“Resuming the evolution ye were well on course for, until Caligastia’s underling … Satan, threw a monkey-wrench into everything.  Stunting your evolution, from war … to peace.”

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

MADDENING QUESTIONS

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews?  And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories, say … happened to them?  There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake news.

There’s no news breaking, real or fake, anymore.  Armageddon came and went. Written, was nary, a story. No one living, to tell dead men, that nothing … anymore … gets written.

Signs in English, Hebrew and Arabic, are installed in … Rosetta Stone fashion; in Hebrew, English and Arabic side by side, explaining what happened here to Arabs … and the Jews.

What is to happen at Har Meggido (Armageddon), to Arabs and to Jews?  And to brothers’ armies, gathered? Is Har Meggido (Armageddon), for Arabs and Jews, an end … to better?

“Maddening to me,” muses Arthur. “Those questions, and seemingly an infinite number, of others, drove Arthur to drink. Then to the very brink … of the abyss. To fall … forever.

Then, Friday, 12-21-12: Three life saving, electrocutions. Then, soirees nightly. On Luna.  Wining and dining on wine and cheese. But especially, on the philosophies … of Urantia.

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews? And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories say, happened to them? There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake … news.

PRESIDENT PENCE

To:  Members of the United Nations Security Council:  Urantia’s future is in … your hands. Kim, Don, Xi, Vlad, Emmanuelle and Angela.  Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.

Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.  By the time many read this, President Pence,(Don having been forced to resign) shall have, in the White House, taken up … residence.

Buzz advises Art that Mike, lately, has taken to standing in front, of his bathroom mirror, and intoning, “President Pence,” to himself, and saying, “got a ring to it,” … to, the mirror.

Don didn’t hear that.  Mike was alone, in his private bathroom.  Yet Don senses ambition, unbridled, in Mike.  Ambition to take his place, as 45th, president.  Not, blind … ambition.

HALCYON DAYS

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, the original, ‘halcyon days’ were … calm, days … wintry.

Funny.  Words.  And the meanings, of them.  And how, they came to be.  Then.  And now. In a very real sense Arthur’s been ‘shocked’ at how invaluable they are.  Then.  And now.

Then; as in since Friday, December, twenty-first, of 2012, all three of them; Kim, Don and Arthur by lightning electrocuted, have been dreaming together.  Now … they understand.

Now, they understand.  They understand now that everybody’s wrong, about everything. That bears, much, repeating.  Everybody’s been wrong, about … practically … everything.

“I know one thing; I know nothing;” a so-called, Socratic paradox; the well-known saying, as if unknown, derived from Plato’s account of the Greek philosopher Socrates, is saying,

to us:  Homo sapiens.  Be wise more than in name only.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why ants, link.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, ‘halcyon days,’ originally were … calmer days … wintry.

KA-BOOM  

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  In alchemy.  From algorithms.  And it’ll be easy. As easy as ABC.  Only for him.  Only for Don.  And Kim.  Co-Peace Nobel, winners … to be.

Co winners of Peace Nobels in 2018 shall be … Presidents … Kim and Don.  Peace may be. Whether it blooms, or goes boom, is up to them.  The bottom line is peace may be, maybe.

Co winners of Peace Nobels may be, Kim and Don.  Peace, may be.  But whether it blooms or goes boom is up to them.  Brave decisions, must they make, on the doom, in ka-booms.

Recapping:  Dictators rule.  But circumstances, dictate.  Not one thing … but … everything. Not just max pressure, twitter-diplomacy, good looks and a … debonair … air.  Everything.

Bottom line.  A candle’s burning, on both ends.  Bob’s investigation of a clear and present, danger, racing, to extinguish the Hydra, of a flame.  Everybody … extorting the president.

“DEEP STATE, WITCH, HUNT!  Sad!  Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead of Ray I’ve got, Rudy. Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead, I’ve got, Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  My cell mate … Rudy.

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  From algorithms, alchemy.  And it shall be easy. As easy as ABC.  But only for them.  For Don.  And Kim.  Co … Peace Prize winners … to be.

RUDY! RUDY! RUDY!

President Don.  Champion of all Americans, resisting efforts by the Chinese Communists, imposing … Orwellian nonsense … as political correctness.  On capitalistic … Communists.

Hail … Don!  Leading US against encroaching, foreign civilizations.  Chinese … trade spies. Raping, drug-smuggling, Mexicans.  And albeit not really, one most insidious.  The … FBI.

The FBI.  The insidious, FBI.  Hoover, Freeh, Mueller, Comey, Rosenstein … and company. Vanguard, of the Deep State.  And the Deep State, shadows me.  Conspiring … against me.

Conspiring, against me.  Against the agenda of Americans … who elected me.  Conspiracy. Conspiracy against me.  In self-defense, Rudy’s, purposely vague, Deep State, conspiracy!

Rudy.  Comic relief.  Art’s gotta admit.  The Author of everything … has a flair for comedy. As Rudy, like all of the Don’s victims, succumbs to the career ending, Don-toxin, tragically.

All to seemingly, game ending … end plays.  But the games seemingly, shall … ‘never’ end. Not in this generation.  But Kim and Don and their brothers … know.  Everything … ends.

President Don.  Champion of all Urantians, resisting efforts … by the Communist Chinese, to impose Orwellian nonsense, as political correctness from the very capitalist … Chinese.

WHAT CHUTZPAH!

What chutzpah!  Donaldo commemorating, Cinco de Mayo, with a tweet, so, hypocritical. An ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals.

The ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals. No matter, what hopeful, and colorful white lies, he lets fly out from, his shameless, anal.

Cinco de Mayo.  For Mexicans, it is, what is, Fourth of July, for Americans.  Independence Day.  For Mexicans, independence, from the French.  For US, from Britain, independence.

With the Battle of Puebla, in 1862, the last of the Old World colonial powers, France, slips, off the stage, just like the English.  And just like the Spanish … previously.  Power.  It slips.

PARADIGMS

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would have for us.  If only, we cooperate … in time.

Cooperation.  Not a strong suit, of Urantia’s, humanity.  Lying, too ingrained … in psyches. But cooperation is behavior, learned.  And a failure to duly plan, is a plan … to fail, verily.

Fail not then to have as centerpiece of man’s plan, Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation and man’s linchpin, behavior modification.  Change … the paradigm … from nations … to man.

Abandon the artifice, of nationality.  Adopt, in its stead, the reality, of a shared, humanity. Anachronisms, the nations.  Anachronisms too, soldiers laden. with mistaken, ideologies.

Like America, or indeed, any nation … first.  But, fear not.  Chameleons … are our leaders. From Luna they see what the future may bring for Urantia.  Chameleons, are our leaders.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would, have for us.  If we but, cooperate … in time.

UNRAVELING

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her best, lying … for the president.

“Were you lying?” Awkward for Sarah, tasked with speaking on behalf, of President Don.  A question highlighting the difficulty upon a White House communications office, capon.

Frank questions highlight extraordinary difficulty, upon a White House communications office that Don’s Don-toxin has effectively, emasculated.  A proud rooster, become, capon.

Donald  said he would have been happy to answer all of Special Counsel Bob’s questions.  But the investigation, is a witch hunt.  His lawyers will not let him, answer the questions.

His lawyers will not allow him to answer Bob’s questions.  And so, for the very first time, Don says he will do as his lawyers say.  But he’s, Don.  So he lies, for the umpteenth time.

Donald’s lying for an umpteenth time.  That, my fellow Americans is a whole lot of lying.  On Don’s lying for a living and living … to lie.  The web woven is … wickedly … deceiving.

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her lying, best … for the president.

EMILY

More goes on than meets the eye of art; that’s to say, than meets the eye of (wo)man.  One Sumerian poet; Enheduanna, Urantia’s first author.  She, daughter, of the Great … Sargon.

Sappho’s another prolific lady poet, perhaps composing as many as 10,000 lines of verse. Greek, and from the island, of Lesbos.  Her poetry, extraordinary, now is, lost to us, verse.

Beyond poetry, Sappho is well known, as a symbol of love and desire … between women, earning her a reputation on Urantia … as lover … of them.  A fine example … of a woman.

Female poets.  A fine example … for we men.  One, Arthur’s heart … has taken … with her. She is Emily.  Iconoclast.  Recluse.  She hid her heart, from others.  Art is in love with her.

A GIFT BASKET

 

Art owes his life to his brother.  For of dread writer’s block (permanently, it seems), Don, cured, Art.  No trifling thing.  Blocks, of writers.  But Don’s wrecker, disguised as builder.

Asked about White House officials being caught off guard by a surprise disclosure, Rudy, told fake news CNN, on Thursday:  “They were.  There was … no way … they wouldn’t be.

The president is my client.  I don’t talk to them” says Rudy.  Straight from the mouthpiece of the President.  The newly named, Rudy; as if, Minister, to the Minister, of Information.

“A rose by any other name, would smell as sweet.” Analogously, an idiot or moron by any other name, would seem, as stupid.  So seems, a Rudy-Don, governmental, tandem … any.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

INTERVENING

Having seen more than enough, the Watcher, is intervening.  By the electrocution of Kim, Don and Art, 12-21-12.  On Penemue’s, intervention.  On a timely, electrocution … of them.

Kim, Don and Arthur were, on that fateful day, simultaneously, by ball lightning, stricken. Since then, three megalomaniacals have soireed together on Luna, in Urantian, evenings.

Kim in Pyongyang.  Don in New York.  Art, in San Juan.  Three.  Stricken.  Simultaneously. Ask Art not, the who nor the how, of how the three men, were stricken … simultaneously.

Nor ask Art of the provenance of the Don-toxin injected in Don by Vladimir’s henchmen. Not because Art doesn’t know the answers, but rather because, indeed … he knows them.

Verily he knows, shocking, answers.  Arthur’s revealing them, in answer to the bluebirds. Questioning, “What’s happening,” the bluebirds question, man’s answers … to His Words.

Since the evening after that fateful Friday Arthur, the prodigal, dreams … with brethren. With Kim and Don.  And guest, brethren.  Like Vlad and Xi, our wily … eastern, brethren.

The Watcher, Penemue, has intervened.  Beyond, the electrocutions of Kim, Don and Art. 12-21-12.  His intervention’s proof positive; more goes on here, than meets the eye, of art.

RECAPPING

Recapping:  Kim and Don race to make a deal just as he reneges on Iran, NATO … and US. Not Even Vlad, can trust anymore, His Mole-Man, in Washington … the President … of US.

“Mole-Man.”  That’s what Vlad calls Donald. Because Don’s underground, in Washington. Draining a swamp for the Russian motherland. Acting in the interests, of Vladimir Putin.

Acting in the interests of Vladimir Putin is Donald.  Mole-Man. The … ugliest … American. Author of ‘Shithole Territories’, ‘A Fart of A Deal’ and now, ‘The Ugliest, Ever … American.’

What Bob wants to ask Don about obstruction … and collusion.  And on what … it means. Who’s demeaned when one man’s idiot, is another’s, moron? Words, analogously, mean.

Idiot.  Moron.  Pejoratives.  Synonomous, practically.  Describing one, by definition, unfit, for the presidency.  Reckless.  Impulsive.  Rash and brash is the president.  Totally … unfit.

That Vlad refers to Don, in private, as ‘mole-man’ ought strike many, as tragi-comic, irony, fit, for no self-respecting, planet.  That we merely … watch … while … the Watcher … sees.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

AN ELEPHANT TALE

The parable of the blind men and an elephant comes to us from the ancient, proto-Indian subcontinent, from where it’s been, diffused.  A most invaluable, lesson, from blind, men.

To know truth, each blind man feels one part of an elephant’s body.  Each feels, one part.   A tusk, trunk or tail.  And each described the elephant … whole … according … to its part. 

Moral:  (Wo)men have a tendency to project their partial experiences as the whole truth, ignoring others.  Know ye this: if ye know but part of … the truth ye know not … the truth.

The parable became very well known in Europe with John Godfrey Saxe’s poetic version, with its final verse, so profoundly and logically, explanatory.  A brief course … in wisdom.

The elephant, metaphorically, is God.  The blind men, the sundry, religions.  Disagreeing, as men are wont to do, on matters, not privy, to men.  If only, on principle … disagreeing.

On disagreeability and disagreeable, natures.  And on peace and prosperity.  A tall order, for … a disagreeable, lot.  But dictator Kim and apprentice dictator Don never, say never.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

BROTHERS’ DRUTHERS

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers.  And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

Circumstances more than dictators, dictate decisions.  And under … these circumstances, odd, happenings, are favored. Dictating in Kim and Don’s favor are odd … circumstances.

Circumstances like a huge world, made tiny.  Fates, reduced to the circumstance, of place, of birth, and or, citizenship. And to the dominant circumstances, of nationality, and race.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit under these circumstances, of their radical … Plan … Kim-Don. Don’s lamer in a second year of his presidency than any lame duck president before him.

Co-winners will be announced on December 10.  One may be Kim. And one may be Don. Co-winners may mitigate for the Committee, the controversy of … Nobel Laureate … Don.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit of their radical Plan, Kim-Don.  On sharing a Nobel, attaining, global peace and prosperity and personal security and prosperity securely maintaining.

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers. And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

THINKIN’ OUTTA DA BOX

North Korean media hail, ‘historic’ summit.  A significant measure of Kim’s commitment.  But commitment’s much better measured by Kim’s … actions.  So, look for President Kim,

increasingly, to collude, with Don.  For peace and prosperity, by signature, Plan, Kim-Don. To promote two chameleons in dramatic transition as much as if not more than the Plan.

Think out of your boxes.  Your minds, immured, your very thoughts, on Urantia, a prison. A paradigm, unnatural.  Kim and Don know now, from their soirees on Luna … of prison.

PROGRESS

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

On historic implementation of Plan Kim-Don by the namesakes of the Plan, Kim and Don. And on the confluence of events, ever in the flux of motion, ever toward …  Kim and Don.

Progress is, by its nature, positive; oft working, in fits and starts.  So, it is of little wonder, that little of what’s happening, makes much if any, ‘realistic’ sense.  It’s of little … wonder.

Unlike the wonder inspired by a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses even … imagination. Yet imaginations try to imagine a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses, even, imagination.

Imaginations have, on Luna, in soiree, imagined.  Secret, back channel, communications. How elite chameleons, sans losing perks, may do the right thing for future … generations.

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

NOBEL

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon, speculation on Don’s becoming, very likely, the most unlikely, Nobel Peace Prize winner … has begun.

Both Kim and Don, may stake their claims to the award, this year.  So, Don’s aides, claim. as claims an oddsmaker from Britain (according to New York Magazine).  On … co-claims.

Even Republican Sen. Lindsey O. Graham, so oft critical of the President on foreign policy matters sounds really excited about possibly resolving the Korean Peninsula … quandary.

Senator Graham says, “If this happens President Trump deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.”  On winning, or sharing with his Korean co-architect of peace, Kim, the Nobel Peace Prize.

And on an implausible race to force Don’s resignation ere he wins, Nobel’s … Peace Prize. Peace Prizes.  Lines of writing.  Imprisoned minds.  Reading between them … do the wise.

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon … flickering, Don’s becoming the most unlikely Nobel Peace Prize winner.  This is … what’s happening.

INCRIMINATION

Irony, thickens. That Michael, who’d never done the right thing by behaving badly, moral, might yet, be the catalyst for an immoral, status quo, transformed.  A revolution … moral.

Don has mounted an effort to profile Kim, including intelligence gathered in debriefings, of others who know Kim, including ex-NBA star Dennis Rodman, and classmates, of Kim.

BLACKMAILING BLUEBIRDS

Michael.  Mike was the guest speaker at last evening’s soiree on Luna.  And all agreed on his having invoked the protections of the Fifth Amendment, against self … incrimination.

Enter, back channel communications; it is Don’s intelligence link to movers and shakers. That’s how Don’s intel briefers, brief him, on what Kim’s planning, in games, of checkers.

Don’s updating government files on Kim’s behavior, motives, personality and leadership, style.  To have a strategy for dealing with Kim.  To take advantage of their … relationship.

Such as it is.  No matter.  Kim, in ‘diplo-speak’, is a ‘black box’.  Even in it, ye see, nothing. What matters is that Art’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, bluebirds, blackmailing.

Arthur’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, blackmailing, bluebirds.  That is to say, by Art’s tweets reminding them of statements on Luna … contradicted on Urantia … by lies.

Men, especially, the leaders of men, do not the right thing unless obliged to, by dictating, circumstances, overriding them.  And that is, what is, on Urantia and Luna … happening.

Verily.  Mike spoke, at last night’s soiree.  Convincingly.  And his brothers agree with him, beyond his having invoked protections of a Fifth Amendment against self incrimination.

ON DD AND PP

Michael:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea was it?  Was it a crude attempt, at low-brow humor? Was it humorless misogyny?  Or just a tragi-comic coincidence, not intended … to humor?

No matter.  It matters not, that ye answer to your brother, Arthur Everman … on Twitter.  Truly, what was intended matters of course.  But it is for a jury of your peers, to consider.

It shall be, Michael, for your peers, to consider.  It shall be for them to consider, whether, a rookie deep state is in a White House.  And a rookie president is of Don-toxin, a carrier.

Don’s lawyer, Michael, has declared that he will assert his Fifth Amendment right to aver against self-incrimination in the lawsuit filed by DD, an adult-entertainment entertainer.

Mike:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea, was it?  Yours?  The President’s?  How, embarrassing. No wonder, you’re taking the fifth.  Answer not, questions … criminally … embarrassing.

Refuse to answer embarrassing questions, if honest answers may land ye … in the pokey. Don’t cave in, to Bob’s pressure.  And if in the pokey ye may land, Don, MAY … pardon ye.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

On that agreement they reneged too.  That, from last night’s soiree on Luna.  Accordingly, Art’s transcribing the minutes of all of the soirees’ proceedings for their publication daily.

Any use by Don of the pardon power to pardon one, so connected, to Bob’s investigation, into Russian, election interference, might well be considered … of justice, an obstruction.

Not to mention … against, US … treason.  For all these reasons, and for more, hereinafter, blackmail, bluebirds, in the days and nights, to come, the brothers, suicidal … on Twitter:

WHITE LIES AND BLACKMAIL

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

Blackmail.  The very word, conjures … evil.  And Arthur’s ashamed that he can not find in man something more positive to change things than the negativity in shame’s … shaming.

Alas, it is what it is.  But it need not, forever, be that way.  Art’s poetic license to blackmail was granted to Art by Penemue, the Watcher.  From Pen Art has, a license … to blackmail.

To force a revolution in our evolution.  For good not evil, Art has a license … to blackmail. Even the blackmailees know they won’t do the right thing, unless they are … blackmailed.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

And on that agreement too, they reneged.

CLIMAXING 

On climaxing, on Urantia.  Toward, a revolution, in our evolution.  On the electrocutions, of Kim, Don and Art on 12-21-12.  A climactic day in more than just wild … imaginations.

12-21-12.  A day climactic, so seemingly anti-climactic.  That nothing seemingly happened doesn’t mean, nothing happened.  Arthur’s leaking minutes to make happenings, happen.

Blackmailing, as it were, the blackmailers.  “White lies,” Hope described them as at soiree one evening.  And she should know.  Even the pure heart of Hope, the Don-toxin, swayed.

Tragic for Hope.  But not for … hope.  For hope springs eternal … within us.  Buoying … us, even in this dark sea of lies.  Even as we grope, blindly; hope springs eternal … within us.

Kim.  Don.  Vlad.  Xi.  And sundry, others.  Megalomaniacals, all.  All in soiree, sing songs, together.  That’s in soiree, at night, on Luna.  But in days on Earth, muted are … the songs.

The Earthlings (Urantians, really), get along well together, on Luna.  On Urantia, they get along terribly.  Fraternally sung are the songs on Luna.  On Urantia the songs they forget.

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

LEAKING

Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  For maximum pressure on them. To max the probability that they’ll do the right thing keep maximum pressure … on them.

On leaking the news.  Real, fake … news.  Or is it?  What is seemingly happening … seems, surreal.  Too seemingly contrived, to be, really … real.  Everything is contrived … it seems.

The feeling that everything is contrived seems that way because, it is that way, seemingly. And that is not the way it is, cross-universally.  Deception, on Urantia, grows perniciously.

Lying, lies at the heart of the Urantian tragi-comedy.  For the moment, only by dreaming, may (wo)man see, a more, natural, state.  In back channel, communications … dreaming.

This then is what is surreally happening.  The brothers on Luna, soiree, nightly; agreeing, in principle, on peace.  Upon returning to Urantia they lie, on their lunar words reneging.

So Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  To put maximum pressure on them.  Maxing the probability that they’ll do the right thing, keep maximum pressure, on.

CARBON FARMING

Carbon, the elementary building block of life is constantly flowing from the atmosphere  … to plants … into animals, and then, marvelously, right back again, into the atmosphere.

Ought we not consider the hows and whys of plants being used to pull carbon, from, sky?Chameleons are politicians.  On a Kim-Don Plan’s plan to as if ‘pull’ carbon, from the sky?

BETWEEN THE LINES READING

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

President Don’s fury at Rob Rosenstein peaked, soon after Jeff’s deputy attorney general, OKed the FBI’s raid on the president’s personal attorney, his lapdog, attack dog, Michael.

And even a man of limited intellect can read on the wall the testimonials and the coming testimony of Michael.  Damning testimony of abused dog Michael … shall be forthcoming.

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

PRE-GAME POSTURING

What President Kim Jong un may lose by demolishing its nuclear test site and submitting  to a unilateral moratorium on intercontinental ballistic missile, launching … is … trifling.

Compared to that gained sitting alongside a President, albeit a President Don, in waiting.  It’s worthwhile to Kim.  To sit alongside, even a President awaiting investigatory findings.

On what Kim Jong un and the Don mean, when they are talking about, denuclearization.  CVID.  It’s about:  Complete.  Verifiable.  Irreversible.  Dismantlement.  Denuclearization.

Kim concedes, south says.  He is no longer demanding the withdrawal of US troops, from the Korean, peninsula.  Two concessions.  No withdrawal and complete denuclearization.

MONGOLIA

 

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

Kim Jong un could share (with Don), or win outright, for himself, a Nobel, Peace … Prize. Notwithstanding, everything.  Make, no mistake.  Both covet, Albert Nobel’s, Peace Prize.

 

Kim and Don are aiming high; and that their mark’s, a joint Peace Prize …  is no surprise. It well behooves, both of them.  That they each, win.  That they each, win … a Peace Prize.

And make no mistake about the twin dilemmas, of the Kim and the Don:  On coming, out. Coming out from the security … of presidencies.  From the security of power, coming out.

Coming out means affirmatively abandoning the trappings of powers … that shield them.  Coming out is only seemingly against their best interests.  Coming out is interesting them.

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

A MORALITY PLAY

Israel celebrates its 70th, with typical, Israeli style:  With rancor and raucous, bickering.    Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like everybody.  With, raucous … bickering.

Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like, everybody.  With, raucous … bickering. Over one thing, or another.  But God willing, all this bickering may be … oddly … uniting.

God willing, all this bickering may turn out to be surreally … uniting; a … morality … play. A morality play.  Its author’s our Creator.  Its setting is Urantia.  And it’s in play every day.

On what is happening (unofficially) officially between Kim Jong un and Donald J. Trump.  And their megalomaniacal brothers.  In soiree.  On, the moon.  The brothers of … Trump.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

Don’s in direct talks with Kim Jong un.  And in … indirect, back channel, communications, with him.  Typical international diplomacy.  Direct talks when for … public consumption.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

EIGHT LIE TO EIGHT BILLION

Yeah … right!  That do as we say, not as we do stuff, doesn’t wash, any more.  Eight billion sharing Urantia with ye can not believe what ye say, anymore.  Eight lie … to eight billion.

BASHAR

Bashar; the unrepentant, so-called president of ALL the Syrians.  President Bashar was in attendance, last night on Luna.  Not as a ‘Syrian’, but rather as just any other … Urantian.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Dozens are dead in alleged gas attack, in Syria; the Assad regime, denies the allegations.    SANA, the Syrian state news agency, is citing an “official source,” denying the allegations.

The report; a “blatant attempt to hinder the army’s advance.”  Fake news, in other words. History, in revision.  On how spinning became on Urantia, a popular, pastime, for words.

On how Bashar yearns for the ‘good old days,’ perhaps more than any other of his errant brothers.  On the errant Syrian brother, whom is also, the so-called … Syrian … president.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don. “The stain,” Art in lieu of saying, thought, “is but the physical manifestation, of the toxin.”

 

THE MOTHER OF ALL CONSPIRACIES

Allegedly, the Kim clan has executed, thousands; Kim’s re-education camps, reeducating, dissidents, and imprisoned families, together.  A challenge to … truth, and reconciliation.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A, weakening US, strengthening them, play.

A joint play is in play.  Short term; just, to divide US; long term; to divide US, among them. So, a mole-man, in Washington, they conspire to, prop up.  To blunt charges, against him.

A weakening US, strengthening them, joint, Vlad-Xi-play … is in play.  That is to say, a play, by Vlad and Xi and other players, to play US, one against … the other.  A nefarious … play.

To a Kim-Don Plan play up, prop up, Don.  Weakening US.  Strengthening them.  A Vlad-Xi play is now in play.  A play to play US one day against one another. A most nefarious play.

A brilliant … play.  Playing US one against, the other.  The oldest trick, in the book.  A play, a favorite, of Sun Tsu’s.  And if it sounds familiar its because it’s Vlad’s … play … in replay.

Vlad’s play.  In replay.  And if it sounds familiar, it’s because Vladimir’s men run it all day, thinking, “I’ll run it all day.  All day.  If US won’t stop us,”  we’ll run it all, the live long, day.

Unless Vlad, Don’s decision, amends, in which case it is Vladimir’s decision … that is final. For Don defers to no man.  And to no man’s decision.  Vladimir’s decisions only, are final.

Vladimir today shall toast in his very own, honor.  And in honor of Xi and Kim.  Together, they stymie, the west.  Stymie the west.  That’s best if east and west hope. to live together.

WILL

On a Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to humanity’s, non-negotiable … ills.  To test in Korea, ere export to, Pakistan, India, Israel … and Iran.  On summoning the will,

to change a paradigm.  His ways are mysterious.  Where there’s a will there’s a way.  Will we will ourselves away, from killing?  Will we will a way not to wantonly, maim and kill?

@GenDunford @thejointstaff:  A tweet telegraphing a military operation, is one breaking national security policy protocols, or OPSEC.  Backtracking, is not happening.  Just saying,

just saying, strikes on Syria may not be imminent, does not allay, telegraphing, top secret operations.  Claiming to be “Just kidding,” allays not telegraphing operations … top secret.

ON FIGHTING, ANOTHER DAY

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

France and Britain, may back him.  In the interim, walking back, with alacrity, is the Don. Discretion is, the better part, of valor.  So walking back, with remarkable, alacrity, is Don.

WALKING BACK

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles.  And their launchers for attack, targeting.

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

The candidate of the Kremlin is screwing up, everything.  Royally.  Vladimir is even sorry, he hatched the idea to compromise Don.  So he’d be a Russian asset of a KGB … fraternity.

Sweet.  Vlad’s “Our man, in Washington Plan,” had been working, flawlessly.  Everything, just fine and dandy.  Then the Don, got to thinking.  “I am in position to grab everything.”

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles … and launchers … attacking  in … WW III.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

SYRIAN FOLLIES

Bashar, is on … “high alert.”  Vlad is bemoaning, violence.  Xi is urging, restraint.  Playing coy, is Kim.  Just taking, it all, in.  In spite of himself, his historic statesmanship, enjoying.

But in the subconscious of each of them, the Kim-Don Plan, is percolating, to a climaxing. Senseless posturing, warmongering, and warring itself, must be outlawed, by a … Ruling.

The intended, end of May meeting between the two, has now given way, to early … June.  Coincidentally, it is on the ides of June that Don may celebrate a 73rd year, a 73rd … June.

On June 15th or thereabouts Don’s presidency ends and Don’s ministry begins.  In … June. The Don’s presidency’s end, begins, in June.  A global ministry, to him, beckons … in June.

EUREKA

BREAKING:  On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule.  It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been.  But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye.  As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time.  Because, it was simple.  As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been.  Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it.  At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends.  Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art.  He got’s to write, the verse.  He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men.  A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don.  “Start with the Rule.  Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming.  Art’s points are well taken though.  We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet.  And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family.  Not, artificial, nations.  And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

WATERBOARDING

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

No one stands to gain more than the Syrian Urantian, Bashar.  To impress that upon him, we, waterboarded him, last night, on Luna.  We impressed him, by waterboarding … him.

And Bashar was duly impressed, with the lesson inherent in his brothers’ waterboarding, of him.  Gasping for air Vlad’s face was the first face he saw upon his last, waterboarding.

Vlad thought then to Bashar, “Don’t worry.  Be happy.  This too shall pass.  Waterboarding is soon to be, a tragic relic, of Urantian history.  Save for the water sports, waterboarding.

And a fine chap Bashar might yet be if only a devotee of the Golden Rule he might yet, be. Imagine.  Imagine, if a devotee of the Rule he may be.  What still otherwise, might yet, be.

On what might yet be.  Art’s Kim-Don Plan answer to man’s ills has but lacked a platform. Incorporating Truth and Reconciliation, it appeal to self-interest.  It’s a matter, of reform.

LIPS

Art, here.  Posting, daily (in, selfie) from here on Urantia and with my brothers … nightly, from soiree, on Luna.  On what’s with, Kim and Don.  Two sad characters, most certainly.

On goings on too, with Vlad and Xi.  And on what is so sadly happening … surreptitiously. Or alternatively, what’s happily happening between them so suspiciously, surreptitiously.

On what’s happening.  At least, seemingly.  To just one person, only.  Lying’s surreptitious. It poisons relationships.  Truth is up front and above board.  The truth isn’t surreptitious.

Sadly, that is what has seemingly, ever been happening.  (Wo)men lying … to one another. Happily, however, Luna’s ‘ambiance’ of an atmosphere favors, the truth.  It, is … in order.

That is to say, that what is thought on Urantia, is true.  Thoughts make lips … superfluous, by bypassing them.  Loose lips too, sink ships.  So they’re been deemed to be, superfluous.

Evolutionarily, lips have been deemed to become, eventually, superfluous.  It just may be thought is more conducive to truth, than speech.  Or it may be the wine … and the cheese.

On wine and cheese.  And on the consumers of them, in soiree, on the surface … of Luna. On Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi.  On what’s, with them.  Four of the saddest men … on Urantia.

VLAD-ATTACK

On Russia’s panicky call for UN security council meeting re Salisbury nerve agent attack.  On damage to foreign policy of attacks abroad by Russians, in broad daylight.  On attacks

with weapons, prohibited.  On Novichok.  A nerve agent.  Only manufactured, in Russia. On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even when … not in Russia.

On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even, when … not in Russia. On attacks ordered by Vlad.  Vlad-attacks.  The International Criminal Court, eyes Russia.

An International Criminal Court, has its eyes, on Russia.  And on its President, Vlad Putin. The International Criminal Court, is eyeing Russia.  And its President … Vladimir … Putin.

“We have told our British colleagues that ‘you’re playing with fire … and you’ll be sorry’,” Vassily, a growling Russian UN Ambassador, told a meeting of the UN Council of Security.

It was an attempted murder-suicide.  Alternatively, it was, perhaps, an act of God, maybe. Maybe it was an act, of God.  Maybe, it’s His fault.  The point is; it could’ve, been anybody.

So, why this rush to Judgment, against Russia?  Why this rush to Judgment, against Vlad? “You’re playing with fire and you’ll be sorry.”  Why this rush to Judgment … against Vlad?

MOLEMAN

If a mole is neither a burrowing mammal nor a skin anomaly, then a mole may verily be a spy who penetrates over a period of time, the security defenses, of an enemy’s, country.

Art places in nomination the hashtag moniker of the #moleman when one is referencing President Don.  The moleman’s now in his enemy’s presidency.  Messing up … everything.

THE RULE 

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos?  It’s simple.

And secular, friendly.  Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments.  One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims.  Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal.  On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical.  On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

APRIL’S SEXUAL ASSAULT PREVENTION MONTH

The teflon Don in chief, President Don (a renowned, sexual assaulter), has declared April, sexual assault, prevention, month.  As a proclamation, to the nation, it condemns, sexual

assault by those subject to the law.  And it silently condones the crime of … sexual assault, only if like him, ye are above, being charged, with any crime, much less … sexual, assault.

TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION FOR KOREA

It’s only human to wonder.  Let’s wonder together about what is on … Urantia happening. It’s only human.  So, how about gatherings on a surface, lunar, to see, what is happening?

Russian election, interference.  Vlad’s Russian, super-hero, babies.  But lately … Vladimir, soirees, has attended.  And seen:  Everything Urantian, differs, from perspectives, lunar.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

TODAY’S UPDATE:  TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider, the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

For the erstwhile Greek tragedies, have diversified their lot, with the Greeks now sharing with the rest of us, tragedy and comedy.  And tragi-comic blends.  Like this, Art’s, sharing.

A tragi-comic blend, Art is sharing.  A story of two Marias and an Emily.  Forever, seeking Emily, is Art and Art’s brothers, too.  On Art and his brothers, their best interests, seeking.

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Full of himself, Vlad has been.  Like all of his dictator, brothers.  He, like them, wonders,  about what life and living are really, all about.  All of them. It’s only human … to wonder.

It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?

STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

 

Strongmen.  Men like Kim, Xi and Vlad.  And even, supposedly, democratic, men like Don. Despots and dictators; once physically strongest, a strongman today may be, a weak man.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A weakening US, strengthening, them, play.

TOWARD, PHOTO-OP, SCIENCE

An armored, mystery … train; a flurry of activity, at a Beijing … guesthouse, that is where, senior North Korean officials are known to stay; tourists barred from Tiananmen Square.

Kim appears to be in Beijing for consultations ahead of summits; one with President Don. Another, with the ROK’s, Moon.  The Moon’s to meet with Kim ere he meets with the Don.

It’s Beijing, ere on to Moscow.  Consultations, ahead of summits; one, a photo-opportunity with President, Don.  On the incredible story underlying this Kim Don photo-opportunity.

Buzz confirms rumors:  Kim’s stopped in China on his way to Russia to meet with … Vlad; Kim’s getting on the same page as Xi and Vlad.  Ye wanna be on the same page … as Vlad.

Ye wanna be on the same page, as Vlad.  Folks deemed, not on his page, on another page, get written.  On the dead page get written the names of those not written, on Vlad’s page.

Xi, in Beijing.  Vlad, in Moscow.  Kim, in Pyongyang and Don, in Washington.  All are … in with the Kim-Don Plan.  With the Kim-Don Plan all (Xi and Vlad, too), are in.  All are … in.

And for all their sundry reasons the joint play is to downplay Don’s shenanigans.  The fix, already, is in.  On how Nobel, upon Kim and Don … came calling.  Already, in … is the fix.

RECAPPING

The Kim-Don Plan.  Art’s, idea.  Jared’s, really.  And it may be, for Kim and Don a win-win, face-saving, Nobel-like, solution.  Everybody gets … something.  And nobody gets nothing.

First, the earthshaking, news.  Urantia … not Earth, is the name, of your planet.  Imagine, taking Arthur to your leader.  He might be Kim.  He might be Don.  Who may ye imagine?

It’ll likely depend on your nation.  Who ye imagine shall vary; on perspective, depending. A paradigm worth changing.  The brothers on that, agreed.  How only … are we, debating.

Last night’s, soiree; extraordinary, by any standard.  Any similarity between the diurnal Kim and Don to the nocturnals of last evening is laughably, tragi-comically, coincidental.

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants to even be with me.  The dread Don-toxin, I carry, just like … Typhoid Mary.

“But there was no, collusion.  Everybody, knows that.  Hillary’s a witch, and a witchhunt, is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

A PANACEA FOR PANGAEA

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants, to represent me.  Of the Don-toxin I am a carrier, just like Typhoid … Mary.

“Not.  There was no collusion.  Everybody knows that.  Hillary’s a witch and a witchhunt,  is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

BAD BEHAVIOR, MODIFYING

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse.  Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don.  “Never again.”  So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them.  To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel, communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don, are all, in.

Ye read that right!  The Kim and the Donald accept by these presents and by the presents, if any, that Bob may wish to present him on the occasion of the birthday of the president.

All to verify cross-universally (again, ye read that right!), that Kim and Don … are all … in. The proof, is in the pudding.  The Kim-Don Plan’s presents cover all infected by the toxin.

Wherefore by the power invested in face-saving Mark, Kim, Don and Arthur, the authors of this magnum opus the Don Toxin Trio as antidote, offer … these numbers … and letters.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

ON THE NEWS

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new. If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

Conversely, if you believe in Don, overarchingly, you too are vulnerable … to fake … news. On discerning a feel for discerning between what is real news and what is, fake … news.

On two.  Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.  Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing, to a larger, purpose.  Is Don allied, with Kim?

Is Don allied, with Kim?  Sound, implausible?  Surely.  Sound, impossible?  Certainly, not.  Such a monumental deception would rank it, among the most monumental of all, or not.

Art’s thinking, “This deception’s monumental.”  So Art, is unsheathing, Penemue’s words. Unsheathing Penemue’s words is Art; founding a school inspired by Penemue’s … words.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new.  If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

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.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse. Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don. “Never again.” So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them. To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don are, all in.

 

Hate to burst your bubble, kids.  Consider this your rite of passage.  Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

On two. Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.   Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing to, a larger, purpose. Is Don allied, with Kim?

Hate to burst your bubble, kids. Consider this your rite of passage. Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

CELEBRATIONS AND REQUIEMS

Don’s talking, to Bob.  “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it.  But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

It’s reassuring to be sure to have such a decisive (and ruggedly good-looking) individual, at the helm of, the ship of state. A good-looking and ruggedly, heroic-looking, individual.

Don’s unraveling. That’s all too painfully, apparent. But rush not to plan on celebrations, nor requiems.  In the throes of denial, is Don. Why is everybody, always picking, on him?

Donald’s unraveling. In the last throes of denial, is Don. He’s wondering why everybody is always picking on him. Plan though, neither celebration, nor requiem … for the Donny.

Plan rather on, once again, the resignation of an American President.  Forced by findings, beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason, Counsel Bob is finding.

On the resignation of another President. Forced to resign by findings beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason Special Counsel Bob is finding, scandalous.

Don’s talking, to Bob. “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it. But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

SECRET AGENT MAN

Imagine … if ye will, a logical extension, of what is already happening … keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them … constantly.  Keep that, in mind.

Keep that in mind as ye read on. Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

Real secret agents. Keep that in mind as ye, read on. Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them. Constantly. Keep that also in mind. Some want but … the death … of Art.

People really wanna know why Kim and Don, get passes and Mulligans … on everything.  On details of the Faustian deal with the devil, upon which Kim and Don, risk, everything.

Ambiance is why Kim and Don dine so well on Luna, but dine not, on Urantian, territory. And while some wagging tongues say it’s herb from that legally fertile Colorado territory,

“Posh,” shall be Kim and Don’s reply in answer to inquiry into any ‘Colorado Territories.’ “Posh,” brusquely was heard in soiree last night answering most everything, of territory.

On ambiance, Urantia, Luna, Kim, Don and Arthur.  On soirees, ball lightning, and three, electrocutions. Ambiance, is why they dine on Luna but dine not, on Urantian, territory.

REGIME CHANGE

“Regime change.  Sabotage.  Subterfuge.  All that, and more.  Ever on,” say Kim and Don.  “Our minions ne’er fail to be, on alert, on the walls.”  So thought last night Kim and Don.

That in practice for what’s intended, for public consumption.  And in practice for … Nobel contention, last night they thought, “Henceforth we Kim and Don, are bound for … Nobel.

On Plan Kim-Don.  Towards understanding, what in the blue blazes, is going on. On Plan Kim-Don. Towards understanding why no one knows what’s going on. On Arthur’s Plan.

Towards understanding what to do ’bout unseemly goings on.  On Plan Kim-Don’s Nobels. Nobels?  Yes, Nobels!  And why not?  Why not Nobels for Kim and Don? Bring on, Nobels.

EAST OF WEST

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  As when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

This then, is the conflict, herein.  Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night. But back-channel diplomatic communications augur, an age for man, as day, from night.

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 presidencies, presidents must do what is … ne’er done. To act in the best interests of all others, as infamously, neither of them, have … ever done.

Triumphing over Don’s venality is not in American hands; in democratic and republican, hands.  Don’s tweeting himself all by himself out of a presidency. Don himself, hang, can.

The Donald hanging himself.  Political suicide … classic … and, moreover … extraordinary. More extraordinary, than anyone of ye, but for the brothers … imagine … so … visionarily.

But imagine, if ye will, a logical extension of what is already happening, keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them, constantly.  Keep that … in mind.

MEANWHILE IN FINLAND

Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

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.

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.

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?

“Like any capable lawyer Art already knew the answer, to the question … he was asking.  Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Art is thankful for the new set of questions … for asking.

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.

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,” Penemue, had commissioned.

WORD WEAPONIZATION

“Pen to your brethren,” Penemue had commissioned, “of their epic, tragi-comedy.  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.

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, thinking, “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.

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  On when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

TRUST … BUT VERIFY

The US isn’t coming to any May meeting and/or any future talks or negotiations with Kim, with clean hands. “Trust but verify.”  Both sides would do well to adopt former President

Ron’s mantra:  Kim seems to have become a reasonable, man.  Don’s soon to become one. Apparently.  The more they ponder bigger pictures, the more reasonable … they become.

CIRCUMSTANCES DICTATE

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening. All of what’s happening is happening, on cue. Towards a day when … what is happening,

Towards the day when what happens, is the Don’s, resignation.  The Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history’s surprise reprises. But the Don’s intending surprising,

Bob.  Arthur’s copied Special Counsel Bob to avert the Don’s top-secret-of-Bob, surprising. Not that Bob doesn’t already know Don’s been back channel communicating … with Kim.

And he likely keeps briefed on Art’s alleged hosting of alleged soirees, on the moon of all places, allegedly.  Art’s memorializing, soiree minutes, because Don can’t be trusted at all.

On ‘Twitter-Diplomacy’, ‘Maximum Pressure’ and Kim and Don’s endorsement, of a Kim-Don Plan, of their authorship.  A collaboration has been Kim, Don and Arthur’s … writing.

ON DON”S MENTAL STATE

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

Even as Art writes, Don is unraveling.  Mike is to be President, of US.  That’s no, prophesy. That’s just a logical conclusion to what’s concluding so really ironically, as if, of prophesy.

No prophesy, that.  Just reading, between lines.  And knowing, as Art does … his brothers. Art’s brothers’ representatives, are meeting in Finland, to a Happening, well prepare for.

Kim more than Don, has been receptive of late, in the threes’s evening soirees, atop Luna. Kim more than Don has been more receptive of late, to Arthur’s … siren call … atop Luna.

Arthur’s nightly siren call to his brothers, is now, at last, to be considered.  Not, certainly, because of Art nor a change of heart of Don’s.  Because, circumstances dictate, ruthlessly.

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening.  All of what’s happening is happening, on cue.  Towards a day when … what is happening,

is Don’s, resignation.  Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history ‘s surprise, reprise.  But Don’s got a surprise of his own, for Bob.  Art’s copied Bob, to avert, surprise.

FAIR WARNING

President Donald:  Consider this, fair tweet, fair warning.  Lying is not, against the letter  of the law, unless, that is, you’re lying, to the Feds. What is done, Donald, is done.  Better,

Kim yet pull your fat from the fire.  Cop a plea.  And remain a celebrity.  A Master, still, in celebrity, of Urantia.  No help, from Vlad.  None, from Xi.  Most potentially helpful … Kim.

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!

Think Don, out-of-the-box.  As we did again … last evening.  In soiree.  On Luna.  Sipping, wine.  With cheese.  And we laughed together; at events, none too soon, to be transpiring.

Yet again; no sooner had Kim and Don (Don, especially), set foot on the surface of Urantia than they returned to personas, desperate.  “I’m being framed,” now says, Don of Urantia.

“I’m being framed,” now says the Don, of Urantia.  Note that. heretofore …  “no collusion,” was the refrain, again and again.  Now the refrain’s to be, “against me, there is collusion.”

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLYIs Art worried?  Seemingly constantly.  He worries about ye.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!  That why he is in, Puerto Rico.  Waiting, for lights, to return.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!

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.

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.

DAY 420

“On the 420th day of the greatest of American presidencies, I join with my brother, Kim,  the Honorable, President of the DPRK, in making, six, groundbreaking … proclamations.”

Wherefore first:  The signatory co-authors of this epic poem, Kim, Don and yours … truly, Art Everman certify Twitterese the official language of Urantia.  It’s transculture friendly.

Wherefore second:  We three agree as follows hereinafter:  Seven tweets to a twat.  Never more than 280 characters per twat.  Fear not from Art, titillation.  Art’s about inspiration.

Wherefore thirdly:  We signatories certify:   Twitterese is to be the official tweeted speech of Urantia.  Because it’s transculture friendly.  Because it’s sui generis, connective speech.

Wherefore fourth:  Transculture friendly’s Twitterese.  Kim, Don and Art … its inventors. All three of them bequeath it to humanity, subject to the qualifications … of its inventors.

Wherefore fifth:  Juche and Trumpism, existing and prospering side by side in transition to a Urantian community, increasingly, egalitarian.  To that end, the aforesaid, transition.

Wherefore sixth:  Presidents Kim and Don of the DPRK and USA, with Arthur … do agree.  Seven days in May.  Six for the spadework.  Just one … for a grand … photo-op … meeting.

THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH

Ye loved him in, ‘The Apprentice’.  Ye loved him, as President.  Get ready, Urantia (Earth), As ye’ve never before, seen him.  Are ye ready, for the greatest show, on (Urantia) Earth?

On delaying reporting, of possible obstruction of justice charges, the Special Counsel may against the Don, charge.  For reasons, nefarious.  On speculating on, the morrows’ todays.

“Speculating,” speculates Art makes an advantage of one man, an advantage of the other man.  Read between the lines of what is written, to know tomorrow’s tidings, ere, others.

A TRILOQUY

To a fitting, climax … hurtle, the eight billion, blissful … in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

Three brothers.  Three colors.  Three cultures,  Three languages.  Three, surreal, realities. And then suddenly three electrocutions.  And ever since then, mutual dreaming.  Nightly.

Art knows.  Supposedly, it’s like, primafacie crazy to believe that everybody else is crazy, everyone but one, himself.  Now that we know how we fit in, we three, pen, this triloquy.

THE FIX IS IN

Critics are expressing dismay at Don’s monumental snap decision, to swap out diplomats so shortly before the meeting between Kim and Don.  Worrisome, from our top diplomat.

Don’t worry.  Be happy.  Whatever, you were, or are.  For Kim and Don the top diplomats, of the DPRK and the USA, are ready, willing and able (totally fit), to be, the top, diplomats.

The fix, at last … is in.  Art’s been schooled, by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue, Art’s been  back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals Kim and Don, in soirees, nocturnal.

Wine and cheese, soirees, nocturnal.  On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women, younger.  As is, Ri Sol ju … of Kim.

Wine and cheese soirees, nocturnal.  In the spirit of Paul (Breton’s) baby, sipping of wine, and nibbling on cheese.  Never wanting to have a mouth, too full, to opine … in due time.

On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women younger.  As is Ri Sol ju, of Kim.  But we digress.  The fix … at last … is in.

Art’s been schooled by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue (Pen), Arthur’s been back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals, Kim and Don, in soirees, traditionally, nocturnal.

Say what?  Back-channel communicating?  Partaking, with Kim and Don, of wine, are ye, and cheese on the moon?  Art knows it’s crazy to believe that everybody’s crazy … but he.

CELEBRITY AND SECURITY

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to devote himself to pursuing a nobly fitting, Nobel.  And all owing, to an ultimately,

superceding, legacy.  For, from Don’s Plan come UN resolutions and world-wide celebrity. Celebrity.  More than any thing, celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.

Celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.  An insight instantly revealing, circumstances instantly dictating.  Kim craves security.  Fitting.  And Art?  Art is aspiring.

And to a fitting, climax, hurtle the eight billion, blissful, in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to seek his Nobel.  His legacy.  His celebrity.  Kim’s security.  To Arthur, inpiration be.

BREXIT

Don ousts Rex to replace him at State with the CIA chief.  Disbeliefs’, shock waves, mimic sound waves, connecting us.  Months of Brexit rumors, have proven … to be … prophetic.

Shock waves mimic sound waves.  Connecting us. Notwithstanding … our obliviousness. An invaluable lesson. And the learning, within the lesson, lessens … one’s obliviousness.

ON MESSAGE

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  Once Bob’s report, forces Donald’s resignation, he’ll be free to devote himself to pursuing his Nobel and legacy Kim-Don-Plan, resolution.

High stakes, international diplomacy.  On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  There’s really no such crime, as collusion.  On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering.  Words … sounding … of treason.

UNFORCED ERROR

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

High stakes, international diplomacy. On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall: There’s really no such crime, as collusion. On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering. Words … sounding … of treason.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament.  A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

WOE IS DON

On Vlad, and the Don.  A peek inside the twisted mind, of the Teflon Don.  The Teflon Don and Mike Buzz reports, laugh (over drinks) at the Don’s brazenness no more.  Woe is Don.

Don rues the day he had Mike, PP and DD, pen.  On the fake news’, real news, happening. And on ironies inherent in the connections, connecting us.  On blurred lines, un-blurring.

DD.  PP.  Laughing their proverbial asses off these past evenings have been the authoring, megalomaniacal three.  Kim.  And Don.  And Art.  On Luna.  And with Moon, last evening.

Don rues to himself that he had Mike”PP” and “DD” pen.  A clever plays on words become incapacitating.  Unlike Bob’s, coming blows.  Certainly lethal, brand killing, incarceration.

Fake news.  Real news.  Like, ever’s been, happening.  And all mixed up, as never, before. By communications, back channel, resignation, in lieu of, impeachment, as never, before.

That’s more or less when we’ll learn whether the Don is more loyal to Russia, or America. This poem is the climactic story of Kim, Don and Art.  And US, China, Russia … and Korea.

On the Don’s best week:  Don’s impulsiveness in meeting Kim and the tariffs conundrum; alarming.  Lurking is the affair between a DD and a PP and between a PP and Vlad Putin.

A DISARMING TURN OF EVENTS

May.  Maybe.  May, may very well be, when Kim next sees, a head-of-state, that is not he, himself.  He’s never met China’s Xi.  He’s never met Russia’s Vlad.  God knows, he’s lonely.

After decades of tension Kim has extended an invitation to President Don to meet by May to negotiate denuclearization of the Korean peninsula, and a range, of other issues.  May.

South Korea’s statement:  “[Kim] has clearly stated [his] willingness, to denuclearize.  He has made it clear. [He] has no reason to keep nuclear weapons, if security’s guaranteed.”

PHOTO-LETTER-BOMBS

On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries.  Overtly military options are limited.  Why not then President Don, photo-letter-bomb …  Kimmy?

On three problems.  Three clashes, of nations.  Three, opportunities.  The brothers three, star in subplots of history.  Art interweaves His story,with our story.  History is, His story.

Education, is alchemy.  Hindsight, is 20-20.  In irony, is wisdom.  Behavior’s modification, theoretically, is not limited to jindividuals only.  On what is, what was, and what, can be.

Herein, the learned literati muse on ontology.  luminaries, western, the likes of Socrates, Milton, Locke and Aristotle.  Eastern peers Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad … and Gandhi,

now see:  Hindsight’s, 20-20.  They see folly; their own but more importantly humanity’s.  A still-born, twitter-diplomacy, they fear, we shall see.  Say what?  Ye say that diplomacy,

by Twitter, is dead?  Sad.  Great, could have been the Donald’s, Twitter diplomacy.  Three problems.  Two brothers.  One story.  Tiny subplots of, a story, His story, is man’s history.

PRESIDENT FOR LIFE

‘President for life’.  Not a bad idea, President Donald says, of Chinese proposal.  The Don’s remarks were reportedly met with raucous laughter and applause during GOP luncheon.

Applause and … laughter.  What’s wrong with these GOP donors?  What’s wrong with US?Have we no sense, not, nonsense?  What sense, in dictatorship?  What is wrong, with US?

“Morale is the worst it has ever been,” said a strategist in frequent contact with the Don’s staff.  “Nobody knows … what, to expect.”  On, what to expect.  Treason … (aka, collusion)

and bribery top even the obstruction of justice as reason for President Don’s, resignation. ‘Pure madness’:  Aides are worried about the characteristic volatility of … President Don.

To spark grass-roots groundswells of resistance against President Kim Jong un’s criminal   regime, flood North Korean skies with propaganda.  Cover Pyongyang, Kim’s city, capital

and the countryside territory, with cash, candy and written materials.  Loosen, Kim Jong un’s grip on his kin. Propaganda, drone in.  He fears propaganda.  To the table he’ll come.

Nukes.  How many?  From most, to least:  Russia, 6,800; US, 6,600; France, 300; China, 270; Britain, 215; Pakistan, 130-140; India, 120-130; Israel, 80; Korea; 10-20.  To kill everybody.

In total roughly 14,665 warheads.  Vlad and Don share, more than 90 percent of the total.  And Don would be wise to propose to his brother Vlad scrapping all of them, for a Nobel.

Kim threatens to ‘counter’ US over post-Olympic, military, drills.  Kim’s reiterating that he is willing to talk to the US but said he would never negotiate, with any, preconditions.  He

also said that he, Kim, would counter the US-ROK drills with his own simultaneous, drills. Simultaneous exercises.  Sounds to Don like an excellent opportunity for Don to Kim, kill.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders, now and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  of course.  To present to the future, progression, and not regression, of course, we should.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders now, and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  If only Don and Vlad and Xi and Kim and many others we tweeted en masse we … would.

JARED

Son-in-law Jared, one of the Don’s closest advisers has lost his daily access, highly prized, to presidential intelligence briefings, his 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.

RECAPPING

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.

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.

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 for too 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.

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.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLY:  WORDPLAY … SCREENPLAYS

TODAY’S UPDATE: 

DAY 492

TREASON’S THE REASON

Go figure.  Just a day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

Unreasonable, is the Don, usually. Not tho, this time. He called the summit off … suddenly, after Kim’s men, didn’t show for a preparatory and called VP Pence, a “political  dummy.

”As a “political dummy,” Kim, by extension, referred to, Don’s Vice President, Mike Pence, in a tweet.  Unreasonable usually’s the Don.  But misspoken is Vice President Mike Pence.

Mike misspoke.  As did Kim, responding to Mike.  Mike cited the case of Libyan President Quadaffi to Kim.  Kim retorted with the dummy remark.  A great start, for the Presidents.

Vice President Mike Pence may someday soon be the president … of all of the Americans.  And sooner, than ye think.  Don’s been obstructing justice, for Vladimir and the Russians.

Don has been obstructing justice for Vladimir’s Russians.  That, by definition … is treason. Treason, even more than obstruction of justice is the reason, impeachment’s … in season.

A mere day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  Possibly.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  This episode tho is just jostling, for position … today.

Vladimir at the last minute, too, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And last night’s soiree on Luna held surprise reprises for the brothers, thinking, of peace.

Don’s distortion, of my comments, is all too, … Orwellian. “I mean this is … George Orwell; up is down, black is white … peace is war.”  And lying … well, lying … is a virtue … as well.

“Up is down; black is white; peace is … war.”  Lying is a valued virtue … groundbreaking.   Kim and Don, are virtuous.  The two most fictionally artful liars are not, denuclearizing.

“If you change your mind please do not hesitate to call me or write.” NSA’s reconsidering, nuking you.  Up is down, black is white, peace is war. Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking and earth-shaking.

What (wo)man in the main, understands, not, Kim and Don do understand, instinctively.  Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking.  Politicians lie, naturally.   Politicians lie, instinctively

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  Just jostling, for position today, for come, what may.

PEACE, INTERRUPTED

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On Don’s cancellation of talks, upon interpreting Kim’s latest tweet as hostile.  War on the horizon?  Or jockeying for position?

Just jockeying for position, are Presidents, Kim and Don.  And the Don’s taken (if the talks resume), the upper hand.  If Kim, ultimately, is forced back to the table, for peace … talks.

Don’s decision to cancel complicates the relationship of President Don with President Xi,  and Kim only seemingly.  Kim and Xi planned it all with Don last night,  … surreptitiously.

Don’s decision to cancel the summit with North Korea’s Kim was made … surreptitiously, last evening, at their nightly dream, on Luna.  To get China too, to the table, only, secretly.

On Don’s decision to cancel with Kim Jong un; made last evening, at the latest, of nightly, dreams on Luna.  The cancellation is to get China’s Xi, too … to the table … only … secretly.

Vladimir too, at the last minute, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And tonight’s soiree on Luna, holds surprise … reprises, for the brothers, talking of peace.

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On the Don’s cancellation of talks on interpreting Kim’s tweet as hostile.  War’s ever on, horizons.  This is jostling, for, position.

PARANOIA

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.”  So wrote Victor in 2014, during the 1st Bush, administration. Insecure … is Kim Jong un.

Victor Cha continued, “Dictators may exercise extreme and draconian power … like Kim,  but they are also pathologically insecure, about their grip, on the throne.” Just like, Kim.

Kim is no different than any dictator, in that regard. In North Korea paranoia rules, Kim. Paranoia rules in the Hermit Kingdom from top to bottom like no place on Urantia … His.

More than a little worried, about North Korea, falling, to a military coup, is, Kim Jong un. More than a little worried is Kim that on begging for mercy, none will be … forthcoming.

In North Korea, paranoia, rules, Kim.  And his people. All … 26 million … or so … of them. Like no place; the legendary place ye call Earth, universals know as Urantia of Nebadon.

Like no place on Earth (Urantia, of Nebadon), there’s no place, like Kim’s … North, Korea. No place a home, when in, North Korea. Home to millions … of paranoid North Koreans.

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.” So wrote Victor, in 2014, during the 1st, Bush, administration. Terrified, is un, Kim Jong.

BUZZING

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought to be, private thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz, is listening.

“What might happen, at home, in Pyongyang … while I’m gone,” Kim’s (Buzz is reporting), been wondering, in thoughts, thought to be private, thoughts, of his.”  Kim, is wondering:

“What may happen at home in Pyongyang while I’m away, to my wife and my children?” What may happen to Sol Ru, my two eldest and the, as yet, state secret, unnamed … one?”

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought were, private, thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz is listening.

DAY 488

On the Don’s 488th day in the White House he was visited, by Moon.  Moon is in the US to tell President Trump what to expect, and what not to expect.  Expect lies … from the two.

“If Don,” Moon said, “ye but live up to the agreements with Kim that ye’ve already agreed to on Luna, Nobel Peace Prizes, surely, shall be yours, to the agreeable ones … so agreed.”

The smart move for North Korea was always to pursue nuclear weapons.  Every promise, to stop pursuing them was a lie.  Whoops!  There.  That word, again.  On men … promises,

nuclear weapons, and lies. North Korea’s new leader and a populist maverick, American. Olympian liars.  President Kim may want to (lay or lie) a deal … with the lying, American.

MAN-CHILD

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare,”There is … no collusion.”

“There was no collusion.”  Kudos to Rudy; keeping it simple, for the Don.  President Don’s, a simpleton.  An author, ghostwritten, he detests, having to read.  A simpleton is the Don.

A simpleton is Don.  He doesn’t like to read.  He can’t spell. He hears, but does not, listen. To wit, he listens not, to his advisers and lawyers.  To them, on principle, he won’t, listen.

Not ever, listening.  Ever, foolishly speaking.  Lying, like a hound dog to whoever, listens. Two perfectly good ears, gone to waste.  And their companion mouth lays waste, lessons. 

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

DON WAXES, POETICALLY

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they’ll stay for, non-whites … aren’t US.”

Far away.  Far, far, away.  There Don prays they every day, stay.  Non-whites … aren’t US.” Don prays.  He is, as everyone knows, a religious man.  He prays, non-whites … leave US.”

“If ye blackies and brownies reside in shithole territories, stay there!  If here … leave, US! Blackies and brownies, in His wise wisdom ye see, were meant to be there … so leave US.”

“If there, stay there.  If here, from here, leave.  Don’t let doors hit ye, on yer way out of US and, if ye please, please make sure ye stay out, of US.  And lest ye forget don’t lie … to US.”

“It’s a crime; a felony, in fact, to lie to the FBI.  Believe, me … I know.  When here, in … US, don’t lie to any feds.  Nothing good will come of it.  Believe, me … I know.  I’m prez, of US.”

“I’m rich.  Smart.  I know, words.  I’m an author.  A Nobel winner.  The President … of US. I am rich.  But neck-deep, in a deep-state, frame-up.  A witch hunt, hunts, the prez, of US.”

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they stay, for non-whites are not of US.”

FADE, THE IDES, OF MAY

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

Don’s demanding Jefferson Beauregard Session’s Department of Justice tell President Kim “it’s not collusion if Don cuts him in when he is cutting a deal … with the country of Kim.”

“My best bet’s cutting Kim in on my action.  Just cut him in.  To cut a great deal with him.   So, Plan A’s, weathering, storms.  Plan B’s (lol), resigning and going, on tour … with him.”

“Nuclear weapons no matter how big my buttons, are useless against him.  Best I cut Kim in, on my action.  So, I’ll have a Plan B if Marine-Bob’s witch hunt, hunts me, and my kin.”

“I get it now,” said Don at last night’s lunar, soiree. “There’s no outrunning, Marine-Bob,” Don went on, “nor outgunning him in courtrooms.  There’s no outwitting … Marine-Bob.”

Europe’s wondering.  Is Urantia (Earth), lost for good? Depends on decisions … upcoming. decisions of the Kim and the Don.  And it depends of course, on the nations … signing on.

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

EUROPE’S WONDERING

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on, Kim and Don.  It depends … on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

The sovereign states, for centuries useful;  today … less than, functional … anachronisms.  In, ironic, answer; shape-shifting, chameleons; Kim and Don; two human, anachronisms.

It depends on the nations.  And on, the citizens of the nations.  It is from them that states derive, their sovereignty.  But the sovereign states … are failing.  Failing, are … the states.

Failing … are the states.  WWs, I, II, and three … testament.  And if ye agree not with Art’s count, note that unlike Art, art imitates life and vice versa.  Inscrutable.  Like modern art.

Inscrutable.  Like modern art, in tapestry.  Live, and in living, color; what’s … happening. Inscrutable.  What’s happening, inscrutable to ye is not so inscrutable is to one, watching.

Watching’s, the Watcher.  Watching, over men.  Watching them.  And waiting upon times, to come.  For there are no end times. Just hard times.  Epilogs and prologs … all, the time.

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on … Kim and Don.  It depends, on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

NELSON’S PLAN

A royal-watcher, the Watcher Penemue, is not, having far more important things, to have to watch, than royals and non-royals, in rituals, of a paradigm, of … have nots, and haves.

It’s the paradigm of royalty vis a vis, nons; of status, non-status … fake news.  A paradigm, fake, too.  On the have-not-have-lots paradigm.  Urantians need change … their paradigm.

On God.  His story.  Our, history.  Evolutionary.  Devolutionary.  Empathy.  Alchemy.  And, extrapolating from one alchemical plan (Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation), to Art’s Plan.

Art’s Plan.  Nelson’s Plan, really.  Modification of behavior, via truth … and reconciliation. And if Nelson did it in South Africa, why not reuse, his model of truth and reconciliation?

Why not indeed.  So when Pen commissioned Art to Pen, “a panacea for Pangaea,” to Art, it didn’t occur that, like Aristotle he knew … nothing.  Accordingly, he agreed, to pen, art.

FRAME-UP!

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don lies.  Is it just obstruction, or, is it … treason?

Whom, is President Donald, lying for?  Worse yet. Whom is President Donald, acting for?Worse than whom President Donald’s lying for is WHOM President Donald is acting, for?

This leaky White House, may lay claim to being the leakiest ever.  Evidence, the President claims that a deep state is conspiring against the United States and against, its President.

Fox Business anchor David Asman, is getting all of the credit, for inspiring, the President to tweet the DOJ is “out, to frame him.”  More evidence; a deep state, trolls the President.

On crimes that President Don committed, conspired to commit and … or … is committing. Indictment?  Or report?  Depends, on whom, Don’s lying for.  On obstruction and treason.

BOB, VIP

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

Bit actor Bob’s about to burst.  Bob’s bursting big-time onto the Urantian setting … setting too, of Art’s megalomaniacal missions.  Saving humanity from itself is, the most pressing.

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don’s lying.  Is it just obstruction, or is it treason?

INDICT HIM OR NOT

Like concluding epilogs, Presidents Kim and the Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Or noble, Nobel, champions.  Peacemaker prologs Kim and Don may be.  Noble, champions, Nobel.

No breaking news; that a failure to plan is a plan to fail.  It is, what it is.  President Trump “doesn’t think, he needs to” prep much for a summit.  Why not, wing it, President Trump?

Why not then just wing it?  Shoot … from the hip.  As you do, do, Mr. President … anyway.  What sense wisdom when caution’s thrown, to the wind?  Do, as you do do, Don, anyway.

Rudy says Bob told Don’s lawyers, they can not indict a sitting president notwithstanding, the commission of crimes; nor notwithstanding, lying.  Bob maybe, may not be, agreeing.

On Marine-Bob’s search for a smoking gun, in US-Russia, conspiracies.  On smoking guns. On happenings.  On what’s happened, what’s happening and what’s … going … to happen.

It depends.  It depends on whether crimes the President has committed or IS committing. Art says, again.  All depends on whether Don’s committed, or conspired to … committing.

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

DESPOT NOBELS

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be.  Or like story concluding, epilogs, Kim and Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Despots, vis a vis, nobles, Nobel winning.

And if the story Art is telling, in an algorithmically, precise way seems too … implausible, recall:  Kim and Don are presidents of their countries.  Given that, nothing is impossible.

Nothing is impossible, for One only, of course.  Puny men, given such gigantic limitations, rightly speak, of impossibilities.  But supermen like Kim and Don, know … no limitations.

No limitations either, boasts, Art, the prodigal brother of Kim and Don.  Megalomaniacal, to the highest degree, all three of them; reality notwithstanding, 3 true megalomaniacals.

Three VIPs.  Three important people. Two presidents and a friendly, More-Mart, greeter. Greeters, the three, of one another, nightly on Luna, where, in poetic license, they banter.

In poetic license (granted to Art by the Watcher), in nightly soirees on Luna, they banter. In lunar ambiance, they wine, dine and banter.  Like Ivanka, in Jerusalem … they banter.

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be. Or like story concluding, epilogs, the antagonists, yet, catastrophes, be. Despots, vis a vis, nobles … Nobel winning.

A RUSE

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic North Korean strategy, an even more effective, deceptive, use, of strategy.

Kim gives brother Don, a strong dose of his own, generic, medicine.  But only, apparently. Kim is clearly signaling he’s bent on a Kim-tried-and-true, classic, North Korean, strategy,

of provocations and demands.  On demands; and attention gotten; but they are … but for, public, consumption.  For the brothers dreamt anew last night on Luna … on peace … for,

Urantia.  As they planned the morrow’s day … planned into it, another, charade; that Don and his men may today, temporarily ice, the fantasy of a Nobel Peace Prize … for the Don.

So Don and his men today may only apparently dutifully ice a Nobel Peace Prize fantasy.  For tried and true classic North Korean strategy is … more effectively a … ruse of strategy.

The White House brushes aside Kim’s threats to cancel the summit with Don.  It is a ruse by, both of them.  To lower … expectations. To make success, seem … more, noble, a ruse.

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic, North Korean, strategy, a far more effective … deceptive … use of strategy.

DAY 481

Day 481:  On leaks, Don tweets “… leakers are traitors, and cowards, and we will find out, who they are!”  But a toxin that Vlad had implanted in him, is all over … the White House.

Excellence in communication happens when there is atmospheric, ambiance.  Ambiance. Wine and cheese.  Corny, jokes.  Compelling, philosophy.  Of such things comes ambiance.

RHYMING TIMES

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

Twain knew too that a round about rhyme, may mime even more effectively, sometimes, than less subtle, rhymes.  On lessons in time.  A dog … wags.  Or, wags a dog … sometimes.

Is there really, some “Wag the Dog”, in all this?  That was the accusation, from the movie, of the same name, against President Clinton who … in the midst, of the Monica Lewinsky

affair, ordered military strikes against al Qaeda in Afghanistan, following upon the heels, of al Qaeda’s bombing of two US embassies, in Africa.  A dog is wagging, head over heels.

In an ABC interview Jim’s called Don ‘morally unfit’ and a ‘stain’ on everyone about him.  In ABC’s interview with him, Jim Comey called Don a serial liar wont to treating women,

like “meat” and described him as a “stain” on everyone, who has ever … worked for him. Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don.

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

A TALL TALE

The tallest tale (based on a true story), ever told.  Of only seemingly, surreal, happenings. Vlad, Xi, Kim and Don and significant others are coming soon to a theater of war near ye.

On Bashar al-Assad’s inhuman gassing … of his very own, people.  Vlad’s pissed at Bashar. Bashar’s cost him a ton of political capital.  And this could well land, both of them before,

the International Criminal Court, Vlad has told, Bashar.  Lie, low.  Let the dust blow, over, all.  Lie, low.  Let this gassing, in passing, blow over.  And, let the dust, over all, blow over.

Bashar’s gassing of his people.  It seems that on Urantia if one’s own people one’s gassing, while not ever, OK, in his case, it’ll be OK, once the dust blows over; a gassing, in passing.

GRACING JERUSALEM

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

And the party stands in contrast to young men lying, on the ground.  And lying in rounds, protocols at United (lol) Nations.  Institutionalizing … what goes around … comes around.

Across Palestine, the demonstrations ongoing are in protest to the Don’s decision, moving from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, the capital, of Israel.  And nary a hair, of the Don … is moving,

apparently.  He knows the drill.  Project at all times … confidence.  In spite … increasingly, lack of it.  Keep in pea brevities for frequent repetition.  Say, “there’s no collusion really.”

Say, “there’s no collusion really.”  And tweet, “I am the 45th.”  “Sad.”  “Great.” “No … wall.” And if ye tweet just that way says Rudy, findings of collusion tweet to, “Great.  No … wall.”

“Verily, arguing in the alternative (double-talking, deplorables say) is what, lawyers … do. And it’s what I’m going to learn ye, Don, to do.  Verily Don, this is what lawyers … do, do.”

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

DAMN SATAN

Googled, was Arthur Everman by the Watcher and found to be as if, a mutt; a mix of Jew, Muslim and Christian.  A Puerto Rican, non-national (American), citizen.  Labels, not few.

In poetic, licence; and on Penemue’s emergency petition to higher, universal, authorities, the electrocuting of three, on 12-21-12 to allow for the telling, of the tallest tale, in history.

For a tale, tall … ordinarily … is less by tale’s end than its puffed up to be.  This tale’s real, maybe.  Incredibly real, this tall tale may end up to be.  Fake, mixed liberally … with real.

By a few too many labels, hath been labeled, errant Arthur.  And Kim and Don, his errant brothers.  And albeit his bros acknowledge not, their errors, Art denies not … he is errant.

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

“But for him, chaos, would not a word even be,” Pen thought, to Arthur.  “But … for Satan, peace and prosperity ye’d have long ago had.  All would be better, but for … damn Satan.”

Googled, was Arthur by the Watcher and found to be as if a mutt.  For once … a lucky mix of Jew, Muslim, Christian, Puerto Rican, non-nationalist, American citizen.  What … a mix.

TWEET TO YOUR BRETHREN

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

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.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament. A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

LOOSE CANNONS

No wonder Vlad and Xi seem so worried, of late.  They fear, two … very, loose … cannons. For Kim and Don in Singapore may reboot as, new partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

That Russia and China worry.  That’s one view.  However, collusion with Xi and Vladimir, for Kim and Don, to dump an extant anachronistic, paradigm … for another … is another.

We who nightly dream on Luna of Urantia (Earth), are dream of dumping an extant, and anachronistic, paradigm, for another.  Altogether, another view … ye must … understand.

On Urantia the paradigm that rules us, is that of the ‘sovereign’, state, royals today, being largely, vestige, of a heyday.  Relics, the royals, now, largely.  It’s the state … that is ruling.

It’s the state, that rules, nowadays, in the so-called, Old and New Worlds.  The Arab world has taken a shining to, royal … trappings.  Change comes, in the spring, in the Arab world.

The pundit critics, largely, are apoplectic about this new, even more erratic, world, order. They’ve got questions about everything and question everything but they’ve no answers.

But Vlad and Xi only wish, to appear, worried.  They actually, fear not, the loose cannons, Kim and the Don.  All the nations, to be, brotherly, partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

SINGAPORE

June 12, 2018.  It’ll be a gay day in Singapore, maybe.  Singapore’s, no place for, gay men. An issue, for another day.  On June 12, a summit, on the very, uncertain, future … of man.

SEVEN TWEETS TO A TWAT

As Arthur’s daily readers know, Arthur’s twats (verses, in multiples, of seven), are, lately, largely, a recitation of the proceedings on Luna of the previous evening’s soiree … (party).

A quick refresher on Pen’s specific instructions, to Art.  “Seven tweets, to a twat. The twat on Urantia, may be everlasting if ye (me, Art) would but limit, to seven, tweets, in a twat.”

“Limit to seven, tweets to a twat. Count and discount characters as necessary to make for a straight … right margin.  As for real, characters (not letters and numbers), see Twitter.”

“Thank first President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block, his healing. Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its seven … tweets.”

“Seven allows for two tweets of intro, three body tweets and two more concluding tweets to complete … the twat.  A nice twat’s straight-margined and full of content, pithy tweets.”

“Tweets convert easily into couplets.  Pen Arthur, an epic to survive ye.  Win ye yer noble wings.  Kim and Don aspire to Nobels.  Ask not, Arthur, for Nobel.  Ask Art, to be, noble.” 

“Thank again President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block … healing.  Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its, seven … tweets.”

PEACE BE UNTO YE

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.  To all of the children. To mothers. To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace be unto them.  And to their mothers.  And to … their fathers.

On a not yet named, much less announced, Kim-Don Plan for Peace and prosperity.  Plans to export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

Credible.  Credible, is Art’s, account.  Incredible, as it, seems.  And reasonable and logical. And impossible, only if ye have shut your eyes, or forgotten that nothing … is impossible.

Mike’s a team player.  Knows his role; and his place, too.  He’s all in.  All in … on the Plan. The plan is noble.  To export, peace and prosperity.  To India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

A noble plan.  To export peace and prosperity, to India, Pakistan, Israel, and even … Iran. And its not, just Mike.  All of the brothers and sisters, are in.  All in, on the Kim-Don Plan.

Make no mistake.  Kim and Don are under maximum pressure.  That’s why, the Russians.  All the … rushing around.  And the entertaining, but ultimately, all too, destructive, lying.

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. To thechildren there.  To mothers.  To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace, be unto them. And to, their mothers. And to … their fathers.

NO COUP D’ETAT

BREAKING NEWS: “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters. Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror. And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected. So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim. He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really. And … mind ye, just … one of them. Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great. The universals … love them.

Art, digresses. But those are, other stories. Back, to our story. His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more. On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story. An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too. For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. “No coup d’état, he assures, reporters. “Just call me, Mr. President.

“EUREKA

BREAKING: On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule. It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been. But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it. At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye. As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time. Because, it was simple. As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been. Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it. At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

THE RULE

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It, Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos? It’s simple.

And secular, friendly. Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments. One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims. Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal. On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical. On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends. Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art. He got’s to write, the verse. He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men. A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don. “Start with the Rule. Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming. Art’s points are well taken though. We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet. And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family. Not, artificial, nations. And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

COUP

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror.  And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected.  So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim.  He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really.  And … mind ye, just … one of them.  Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great.  The universals … love them.

Art, digresses.  But those are, other stories.  Back, to our story.  His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more.  On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story.  An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too.  For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

THE WHITES AND THE BROWNS

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

A win-win for Don.  A win-win, for Kim.  Up-front, pre-meeting, concessions … calculated, to create a frenzy.  Nothing is ad-libbed in back channel communications … so calculated.

Don considered challenging Kim, to a winner-take-all … cage, match, reconsidering, only, upon realizing Kim might be faking his limp and actually, be a Kung-fu expert … secretly.

Two explosive, story lines, are explosively, converging: Bob’s investigations … of Russian, election, interference and a hush, payment … stormy.  Cohen; at center, of investigations.

Investigations.  Investigations may mean for Don that, notwithstanding, legendary teflon, Don’s days, presidential, are numbered.  Numbered, are the days … of the President, Don.

Fittingly, notwithstanding deregulation, an economy, booming and America’s whitening, America’s not suffering obstruction of justice, much less, treason.  America’s … browning.

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

Rx

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

“Real and fake topical news.  And history too.  Real.  And, fake.  Step by step, instructions. Tweet it.  Blog it.  Finally, disseminate that Rx prescription, pursuant to, my instructions.”

“From Twitter disseminate Rx prescriptions, planetary.  Twitter, because Don … tweeting, made popular.  Twitter, because, ‘Twitter Diplomacy,’ as a legacy, Don sees ye, … leaving.”

“Twitter Diplomacy however may be, the least of his legacy, to ye.  Sharing a Nobel Peace Prize pales next to realizing the noble goal of at last finally evolving, from war, to peace.”

“Resuming the evolution ye were well on course for, until Caligastia’s underling … Satan, threw a monkey-wrench into everything.  Stunting your evolution, from war … to peace.”

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

MADDENING QUESTIONS

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews?  And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories, say … happened to them?  There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake news.

There’s no news breaking, real or fake, anymore.  Armageddon came and went. Written, was nary, a story. No one living, to tell dead men, that nothing … anymore … gets written.

Signs in English, Hebrew and Arabic, are installed in … Rosetta Stone fashion; in Hebrew, English and Arabic side by side, explaining what happened here to Arabs … and the Jews.

What is to happen at Har Meggido (Armageddon), to Arabs and to Jews?  And to brothers’ armies, gathered? Is Har Meggido (Armageddon), for Arabs and Jews, an end … to better?

“Maddening to me,” muses Arthur. “Those questions, and seemingly an infinite number, of others, drove Arthur to drink. Then to the very brink … of the abyss. To fall … forever.

Then, Friday, 12-21-12: Three life saving, electrocutions. Then, soirees nightly. On Luna.  Wining and dining on wine and cheese. But especially, on the philosophies … of Urantia.

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews? And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories say, happened to them? There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake … news.

PRESIDENT PENCE

To:  Members of the United Nations Security Council:  Urantia’s future is in … your hands. Kim, Don, Xi, Vlad, Emmanuelle and Angela.  Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.

Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.  By the time many read this, President Pence,(Don having been forced to resign) shall have, in the White House, taken up … residence.

Buzz advises Art that Mike, lately, has taken to standing in front, of his bathroom mirror, and intoning, “President Pence,” to himself, and saying, “got a ring to it,” … to, the mirror.

Don didn’t hear that.  Mike was alone, in his private bathroom.  Yet Don senses ambition, unbridled, in Mike.  Ambition to take his place, as 45th, president.  Not, blind … ambition.

HALCYON DAYS

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, the original, ‘halcyon days’ were … calm, days … wintry.

Funny.  Words.  And the meanings, of them.  And how, they came to be.  Then.  And now. In a very real sense Arthur’s been ‘shocked’ at how invaluable they are.  Then.  And now.

Then; as in since Friday, December, twenty-first, of 2012, all three of them; Kim, Don and Arthur by lightning electrocuted, have been dreaming together.  Now … they understand.

Now, they understand.  They understand now that everybody’s wrong, about everything. That bears, much, repeating.  Everybody’s been wrong, about … practically … everything.

“I know one thing; I know nothing;” a so-called, Socratic paradox; the well-known saying, as if unknown, derived from Plato’s account of the Greek philosopher Socrates, is saying,

to us:  Homo sapiens.  Be wise more than in name only.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why ants, link.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, ‘halcyon days,’ originally were … calmer days … wintry.

KA-BOOM  

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  In alchemy.  From algorithms.  And it’ll be easy. As easy as ABC.  Only for him.  Only for Don.  And Kim.  Co-Peace Nobel, winners … to be.

Co winners of Peace Nobels in 2018 shall be … Presidents … Kim and Don.  Peace may be. Whether it blooms, or goes boom, is up to them.  The bottom line is peace may be, maybe.

Co winners of Peace Nobels may be, Kim and Don.  Peace, may be.  But whether it blooms or goes boom is up to them.  Brave decisions, must they make, on the doom, in ka-booms.

Recapping:  Dictators rule.  But circumstances, dictate.  Not one thing … but … everything. Not just max pressure, twitter-diplomacy, good looks and a … debonair … air.  Everything.

Bottom line.  A candle’s burning, on both ends.  Bob’s investigation of a clear and present, danger, racing, to extinguish the Hydra, of a flame.  Everybody … extorting the president.

“DEEP STATE, WITCH, HUNT!  Sad!  Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead of Ray I’ve got, Rudy. Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead, I’ve got, Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  My cell mate … Rudy.

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  From algorithms, alchemy.  And it shall be easy. As easy as ABC.  But only for them.  For Don.  And Kim.  Co … Peace Prize winners … to be.

RUDY! RUDY! RUDY!

President Don.  Champion of all Americans, resisting efforts by the Chinese Communists, imposing … Orwellian nonsense … as political correctness.  On capitalistic … Communists.

Hail … Don!  Leading US against encroaching, foreign civilizations.  Chinese … trade spies. Raping, drug-smuggling, Mexicans.  And albeit not really, one most insidious.  The … FBI.

The FBI.  The insidious, FBI.  Hoover, Freeh, Mueller, Comey, Rosenstein … and company. Vanguard, of the Deep State.  And the Deep State, shadows me.  Conspiring … against me.

Conspiring, against me.  Against the agenda of Americans … who elected me.  Conspiracy. Conspiracy against me.  In self-defense, Rudy’s, purposely vague, Deep State, conspiracy!

Rudy.  Comic relief.  Art’s gotta admit.  The Author of everything … has a flair for comedy. As Rudy, like all of the Don’s victims, succumbs to the career ending, Don-toxin, tragically.

All to seemingly, game ending … end plays.  But the games seemingly, shall … ‘never’ end. Not in this generation.  But Kim and Don and their brothers … know.  Everything … ends.

President Don.  Champion of all Urantians, resisting efforts … by the Communist Chinese, to impose Orwellian nonsense, as political correctness from the very capitalist … Chinese.

WHAT CHUTZPAH!

What chutzpah!  Donaldo commemorating, Cinco de Mayo, with a tweet, so, hypocritical. An ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals.

The ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals. No matter, what hopeful, and colorful white lies, he lets fly out from, his shameless, anal.

Cinco de Mayo.  For Mexicans, it is, what is, Fourth of July, for Americans.  Independence Day.  For Mexicans, independence, from the French.  For US, from Britain, independence.

With the Battle of Puebla, in 1862, the last of the Old World colonial powers, France, slips, off the stage, just like the English.  And just like the Spanish … previously.  Power.  It slips.

PARADIGMS

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would have for us.  If only, we cooperate … in time.

Cooperation.  Not a strong suit, of Urantia’s, humanity.  Lying, too ingrained … in psyches. But cooperation is behavior, learned.  And a failure to duly plan, is a plan … to fail, verily.

Fail not then to have as centerpiece of man’s plan, Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation and man’s linchpin, behavior modification.  Change … the paradigm … from nations … to man.

Abandon the artifice, of nationality.  Adopt, in its stead, the reality, of a shared, humanity. Anachronisms, the nations.  Anachronisms too, soldiers laden. with mistaken, ideologies.

Like America, or indeed, any nation … first.  But, fear not.  Chameleons … are our leaders. From Luna they see what the future may bring for Urantia.  Chameleons, are our leaders.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would, have for us.  If we but, cooperate … in time.

UNRAVELING

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her best, lying … for the president.

“Were you lying?” Awkward for Sarah, tasked with speaking on behalf, of President Don.  A question highlighting the difficulty upon a White House communications office, capon.

Frank questions highlight extraordinary difficulty, upon a White House communications office that Don’s Don-toxin has effectively, emasculated.  A proud rooster, become, capon.

Donald  said he would have been happy to answer all of Special Counsel Bob’s questions.  But the investigation, is a witch hunt.  His lawyers will not let him, answer the questions.

His lawyers will not allow him to answer Bob’s questions.  And so, for the very first time, Don says he will do as his lawyers say.  But he’s, Don.  So he lies, for the umpteenth time.

Donald’s lying for an umpteenth time.  That, my fellow Americans is a whole lot of lying.  On Don’s lying for a living and living … to lie.  The web woven is … wickedly … deceiving.

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her lying, best … for the president.

EMILY

More goes on than meets the eye of art; that’s to say, than meets the eye of (wo)man.  One Sumerian poet; Enheduanna, Urantia’s first author.  She, daughter, of the Great … Sargon.

Sappho’s another prolific lady poet, perhaps composing as many as 10,000 lines of verse. Greek, and from the island, of Lesbos.  Her poetry, extraordinary, now is, lost to us, verse.

Beyond poetry, Sappho is well known, as a symbol of love and desire … between women, earning her a reputation on Urantia … as lover … of them.  A fine example … of a woman.

Female poets.  A fine example … for we men.  One, Arthur’s heart … has taken … with her. She is Emily.  Iconoclast.  Recluse.  She hid her heart, from others.  Art is in love with her.

A GIFT BASKET

 

Art owes his life to his brother.  For of dread writer’s block (permanently, it seems), Don, cured, Art.  No trifling thing.  Blocks, of writers.  But Don’s wrecker, disguised as builder.

Asked about White House officials being caught off guard by a surprise disclosure, Rudy, told fake news CNN, on Thursday:  “They were.  There was … no way … they wouldn’t be.

The president is my client.  I don’t talk to them” says Rudy.  Straight from the mouthpiece of the President.  The newly named, Rudy; as if, Minister, to the Minister, of Information.

“A rose by any other name, would smell as sweet.” Analogously, an idiot or moron by any other name, would seem, as stupid.  So seems, a Rudy-Don, governmental, tandem … any.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

INTERVENING

Having seen more than enough, the Watcher, is intervening.  By the electrocution of Kim, Don and Art, 12-21-12.  On Penemue’s, intervention.  On a timely, electrocution … of them.

Kim, Don and Arthur were, on that fateful day, simultaneously, by ball lightning, stricken. Since then, three megalomaniacals have soireed together on Luna, in Urantian, evenings.

Kim in Pyongyang.  Don in New York.  Art, in San Juan.  Three.  Stricken.  Simultaneously. Ask Art not, the who nor the how, of how the three men, were stricken … simultaneously.

Nor ask Art of the provenance of the Don-toxin injected in Don by Vladimir’s henchmen. Not because Art doesn’t know the answers, but rather because, indeed … he knows them.

Verily he knows, shocking, answers.  Arthur’s revealing them, in answer to the bluebirds. Questioning, “What’s happening,” the bluebirds question, man’s answers … to His Words.

Since the evening after that fateful Friday Arthur, the prodigal, dreams … with brethren. With Kim and Don.  And guest, brethren.  Like Vlad and Xi, our wily … eastern, brethren.

The Watcher, Penemue, has intervened.  Beyond, the electrocutions of Kim, Don and Art. 12-21-12.  His intervention’s proof positive; more goes on here, than meets the eye, of art.

RECAPPING

Recapping:  Kim and Don race to make a deal just as he reneges on Iran, NATO … and US. Not Even Vlad, can trust anymore, His Mole-Man, in Washington … the President … of US.

“Mole-Man.”  That’s what Vlad calls Donald. Because Don’s underground, in Washington. Draining a swamp for the Russian motherland. Acting in the interests, of Vladimir Putin.

Acting in the interests of Vladimir Putin is Donald.  Mole-Man. The … ugliest … American. Author of ‘Shithole Territories’, ‘A Fart of A Deal’ and now, ‘The Ugliest, Ever … American.’

What Bob wants to ask Don about obstruction … and collusion.  And on what … it means. Who’s demeaned when one man’s idiot, is another’s, moron? Words, analogously, mean.

Idiot.  Moron.  Pejoratives.  Synonomous, practically.  Describing one, by definition, unfit, for the presidency.  Reckless.  Impulsive.  Rash and brash is the president.  Totally … unfit.

That Vlad refers to Don, in private, as ‘mole-man’ ought strike many, as tragi-comic, irony, fit, for no self-respecting, planet.  That we merely … watch … while … the Watcher … sees.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

AN ELEPHANT TALE

The parable of the blind men and an elephant comes to us from the ancient, proto-Indian subcontinent, from where it’s been, diffused.  A most invaluable, lesson, from blind, men.

To know truth, each blind man feels one part of an elephant’s body.  Each feels, one part.   A tusk, trunk or tail.  And each described the elephant … whole … according … to its part. 

Moral:  (Wo)men have a tendency to project their partial experiences as the whole truth, ignoring others.  Know ye this: if ye know but part of … the truth ye know not … the truth.

The parable became very well known in Europe with John Godfrey Saxe’s poetic version, with its final verse, so profoundly and logically, explanatory.  A brief course … in wisdom.

The elephant, metaphorically, is God.  The blind men, the sundry, religions.  Disagreeing, as men are wont to do, on matters, not privy, to men.  If only, on principle … disagreeing.

On disagreeability and disagreeable, natures.  And on peace and prosperity.  A tall order, for … a disagreeable, lot.  But dictator Kim and apprentice dictator Don never, say never.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

BROTHERS’ DRUTHERS

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers.  And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

Circumstances more than dictators, dictate decisions.  And under … these circumstances, odd, happenings, are favored. Dictating in Kim and Don’s favor are odd … circumstances.

Circumstances like a huge world, made tiny.  Fates, reduced to the circumstance, of place, of birth, and or, citizenship. And to the dominant circumstances, of nationality, and race.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit under these circumstances, of their radical … Plan … Kim-Don. Don’s lamer in a second year of his presidency than any lame duck president before him.

Co-winners will be announced on December 10.  One may be Kim. And one may be Don. Co-winners may mitigate for the Committee, the controversy of … Nobel Laureate … Don.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit of their radical Plan, Kim-Don.  On sharing a Nobel, attaining, global peace and prosperity and personal security and prosperity securely maintaining.

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers. And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

THINKIN’ OUTTA DA BOX

North Korean media hail, ‘historic’ summit.  A significant measure of Kim’s commitment.  But commitment’s much better measured by Kim’s … actions.  So, look for President Kim,

increasingly, to collude, with Don.  For peace and prosperity, by signature, Plan, Kim-Don. To promote two chameleons in dramatic transition as much as if not more than the Plan.

Think out of your boxes.  Your minds, immured, your very thoughts, on Urantia, a prison. A paradigm, unnatural.  Kim and Don know now, from their soirees on Luna … of prison.

PROGRESS

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

On historic implementation of Plan Kim-Don by the namesakes of the Plan, Kim and Don. And on the confluence of events, ever in the flux of motion, ever toward …  Kim and Don.

Progress is, by its nature, positive; oft working, in fits and starts.  So, it is of little wonder, that little of what’s happening, makes much if any, ‘realistic’ sense.  It’s of little … wonder.

Unlike the wonder inspired by a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses even … imagination. Yet imaginations try to imagine a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses, even, imagination.

Imaginations have, on Luna, in soiree, imagined.  Secret, back channel, communications. How elite chameleons, sans losing perks, may do the right thing for future … generations.

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

NOBEL

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon, speculation on Don’s becoming, very likely, the most unlikely, Nobel Peace Prize winner … has begun.

Both Kim and Don, may stake their claims to the award, this year.  So, Don’s aides, claim. as claims an oddsmaker from Britain (according to New York Magazine).  On … co-claims.

Even Republican Sen. Lindsey O. Graham, so oft critical of the President on foreign policy matters sounds really excited about possibly resolving the Korean Peninsula … quandary.

Senator Graham says, “If this happens President Trump deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.”  On winning, or sharing with his Korean co-architect of peace, Kim, the Nobel Peace Prize.

And on an implausible race to force Don’s resignation ere he wins, Nobel’s … Peace Prize. Peace Prizes.  Lines of writing.  Imprisoned minds.  Reading between them … do the wise.

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon … flickering, Don’s becoming the most unlikely Nobel Peace Prize winner.  This is … what’s happening.

INCRIMINATION

Irony, thickens. That Michael, who’d never done the right thing by behaving badly, moral, might yet, be the catalyst for an immoral, status quo, transformed.  A revolution … moral.

Don has mounted an effort to profile Kim, including intelligence gathered in debriefings, of others who know Kim, including ex-NBA star Dennis Rodman, and classmates, of Kim.

BLACKMAILING BLUEBIRDS

Michael.  Mike was the guest speaker at last evening’s soiree on Luna.  And all agreed on his having invoked the protections of the Fifth Amendment, against self … incrimination.

Enter, back channel communications; it is Don’s intelligence link to movers and shakers. That’s how Don’s intel briefers, brief him, on what Kim’s planning, in games, of checkers.

Don’s updating government files on Kim’s behavior, motives, personality and leadership, style.  To have a strategy for dealing with Kim.  To take advantage of their … relationship.

Such as it is.  No matter.  Kim, in ‘diplo-speak’, is a ‘black box’.  Even in it, ye see, nothing. What matters is that Art’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, bluebirds, blackmailing.

Arthur’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, blackmailing, bluebirds.  That is to say, by Art’s tweets reminding them of statements on Luna … contradicted on Urantia … by lies.

Men, especially, the leaders of men, do not the right thing unless obliged to, by dictating, circumstances, overriding them.  And that is, what is, on Urantia and Luna … happening.

Verily.  Mike spoke, at last night’s soiree.  Convincingly.  And his brothers agree with him, beyond his having invoked protections of a Fifth Amendment against self incrimination.

ON DD AND PP

Michael:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea was it?  Was it a crude attempt, at low-brow humor? Was it humorless misogyny?  Or just a tragi-comic coincidence, not intended … to humor?

No matter.  It matters not, that ye answer to your brother, Arthur Everman … on Twitter.  Truly, what was intended matters of course.  But it is for a jury of your peers, to consider.

It shall be, Michael, for your peers, to consider.  It shall be for them to consider, whether, a rookie deep state is in a White House.  And a rookie president is of Don-toxin, a carrier.

Don’s lawyer, Michael, has declared that he will assert his Fifth Amendment right to aver against self-incrimination in the lawsuit filed by DD, an adult-entertainment entertainer.

Mike:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea, was it?  Yours?  The President’s?  How, embarrassing. No wonder, you’re taking the fifth.  Answer not, questions … criminally … embarrassing.

Refuse to answer embarrassing questions, if honest answers may land ye … in the pokey. Don’t cave in, to Bob’s pressure.  And if in the pokey ye may land, Don, MAY … pardon ye.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

On that agreement they reneged too.  That, from last night’s soiree on Luna.  Accordingly, Art’s transcribing the minutes of all of the soirees’ proceedings for their publication daily.

Any use by Don of the pardon power to pardon one, so connected, to Bob’s investigation, into Russian, election interference, might well be considered … of justice, an obstruction.

Not to mention … against, US … treason.  For all these reasons, and for more, hereinafter, blackmail, bluebirds, in the days and nights, to come, the brothers, suicidal … on Twitter:

WHITE LIES AND BLACKMAIL

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

Blackmail.  The very word, conjures … evil.  And Arthur’s ashamed that he can not find in man something more positive to change things than the negativity in shame’s … shaming.

Alas, it is what it is.  But it need not, forever, be that way.  Art’s poetic license to blackmail was granted to Art by Penemue, the Watcher.  From Pen Art has, a license … to blackmail.

To force a revolution in our evolution.  For good not evil, Art has a license … to blackmail. Even the blackmailees know they won’t do the right thing, unless they are … blackmailed.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

And on that agreement too, they reneged.

CLIMAXING 

On climaxing, on Urantia.  Toward, a revolution, in our evolution.  On the electrocutions, of Kim, Don and Art on 12-21-12.  A climactic day in more than just wild … imaginations.

12-21-12.  A day climactic, so seemingly anti-climactic.  That nothing seemingly happened doesn’t mean, nothing happened.  Arthur’s leaking minutes to make happenings, happen.

Blackmailing, as it were, the blackmailers.  “White lies,” Hope described them as at soiree one evening.  And she should know.  Even the pure heart of Hope, the Don-toxin, swayed.

Tragic for Hope.  But not for … hope.  For hope springs eternal … within us.  Buoying … us, even in this dark sea of lies.  Even as we grope, blindly; hope springs eternal … within us.

Kim.  Don.  Vlad.  Xi.  And sundry, others.  Megalomaniacals, all.  All in soiree, sing songs, together.  That’s in soiree, at night, on Luna.  But in days on Earth, muted are … the songs.

The Earthlings (Urantians, really), get along well together, on Luna.  On Urantia, they get along terribly.  Fraternally sung are the songs on Luna.  On Urantia the songs they forget.

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

LEAKING

Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  For maximum pressure on them. To max the probability that they’ll do the right thing keep maximum pressure … on them.

On leaking the news.  Real, fake … news.  Or is it?  What is seemingly happening … seems, surreal.  Too seemingly contrived, to be, really … real.  Everything is contrived … it seems.

The feeling that everything is contrived seems that way because, it is that way, seemingly. And that is not the way it is, cross-universally.  Deception, on Urantia, grows perniciously.

Lying, lies at the heart of the Urantian tragi-comedy.  For the moment, only by dreaming, may (wo)man see, a more, natural, state.  In back channel, communications … dreaming.

This then is what is surreally happening.  The brothers on Luna, soiree, nightly; agreeing, in principle, on peace.  Upon returning to Urantia they lie, on their lunar words reneging.

So Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  To put maximum pressure on them.  Maxing the probability that they’ll do the right thing, keep maximum pressure, on.

CARBON FARMING

Carbon, the elementary building block of life is constantly flowing from the atmosphere  … to plants … into animals, and then, marvelously, right back again, into the atmosphere.

Ought we not consider the hows and whys of plants being used to pull carbon, from, sky?Chameleons are politicians.  On a Kim-Don Plan’s plan to as if ‘pull’ carbon, from the sky?

BETWEEN THE LINES READING

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

President Don’s fury at Rob Rosenstein peaked, soon after Jeff’s deputy attorney general, OKed the FBI’s raid on the president’s personal attorney, his lapdog, attack dog, Michael.

And even a man of limited intellect can read on the wall the testimonials and the coming testimony of Michael.  Damning testimony of abused dog Michael … shall be forthcoming.

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

PRE-GAME POSTURING

What President Kim Jong un may lose by demolishing its nuclear test site and submitting  to a unilateral moratorium on intercontinental ballistic missile, launching … is … trifling.

Compared to that gained sitting alongside a President, albeit a President Don, in waiting.  It’s worthwhile to Kim.  To sit alongside, even a President awaiting investigatory findings.

On what Kim Jong un and the Don mean, when they are talking about, denuclearization.  CVID.  It’s about:  Complete.  Verifiable.  Irreversible.  Dismantlement.  Denuclearization.

Kim concedes, south says.  He is no longer demanding the withdrawal of US troops, from the Korean, peninsula.  Two concessions.  No withdrawal and complete denuclearization.

MONGOLIA

 

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

Kim Jong un could share (with Don), or win outright, for himself, a Nobel, Peace … Prize. Notwithstanding, everything.  Make, no mistake.  Both covet, Albert Nobel’s, Peace Prize.

 

Kim and Don are aiming high; and that their mark’s, a joint Peace Prize …  is no surprise. It well behooves, both of them.  That they each, win.  That they each, win … a Peace Prize.

And make no mistake about the twin dilemmas, of the Kim and the Don:  On coming, out. Coming out from the security … of presidencies.  From the security of power, coming out.

Coming out means affirmatively abandoning the trappings of powers … that shield them.  Coming out is only seemingly against their best interests.  Coming out is interesting them.

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

A MORALITY PLAY

Israel celebrates its 70th, with typical, Israeli style:  With rancor and raucous, bickering.    Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like everybody.  With, raucous … bickering.

Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like, everybody.  With, raucous … bickering. Over one thing, or another.  But God willing, all this bickering may be … oddly … uniting.

God willing, all this bickering may turn out to be surreally … uniting; a … morality … play. A morality play.  Its author’s our Creator.  Its setting is Urantia.  And it’s in play every day.

On what is happening (unofficially) officially between Kim Jong un and Donald J. Trump.  And their megalomaniacal brothers.  In soiree.  On, the moon.  The brothers of … Trump.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

Don’s in direct talks with Kim Jong un.  And in … indirect, back channel, communications, with him.  Typical international diplomacy.  Direct talks when for … public consumption.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

EIGHT LIE TO EIGHT BILLION

Yeah … right!  That do as we say, not as we do stuff, doesn’t wash, any more.  Eight billion sharing Urantia with ye can not believe what ye say, anymore.  Eight lie … to eight billion.

BASHAR

Bashar; the unrepentant, so-called president of ALL the Syrians.  President Bashar was in attendance, last night on Luna.  Not as a ‘Syrian’, but rather as just any other … Urantian.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Dozens are dead in alleged gas attack, in Syria; the Assad regime, denies the allegations.    SANA, the Syrian state news agency, is citing an “official source,” denying the allegations.

The report; a “blatant attempt to hinder the army’s advance.”  Fake news, in other words. History, in revision.  On how spinning became on Urantia, a popular, pastime, for words.

On how Bashar yearns for the ‘good old days,’ perhaps more than any other of his errant brothers.  On the errant Syrian brother, whom is also, the so-called … Syrian … president.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don. “The stain,” Art in lieu of saying, thought, “is but the physical manifestation, of the toxin.”

 

THE MOTHER OF ALL CONSPIRACIES

Allegedly, the Kim clan has executed, thousands; Kim’s re-education camps, reeducating, dissidents, and imprisoned families, together.  A challenge to … truth, and reconciliation.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A, weakening US, strengthening them, play.

A joint play is in play.  Short term; just, to divide US; long term; to divide US, among them. So, a mole-man, in Washington, they conspire to, prop up.  To blunt charges, against him.

A weakening US, strengthening them, joint, Vlad-Xi-play … is in play.  That is to say, a play, by Vlad and Xi and other players, to play US, one against … the other.  A nefarious … play.

To a Kim-Don Plan play up, prop up, Don.  Weakening US.  Strengthening them.  A Vlad-Xi play is now in play.  A play to play US one day against one another. A most nefarious play.

A brilliant … play.  Playing US one against, the other.  The oldest trick, in the book.  A play, a favorite, of Sun Tsu’s.  And if it sounds familiar its because it’s Vlad’s … play … in replay.

Vlad’s play.  In replay.  And if it sounds familiar, it’s because Vladimir’s men run it all day, thinking, “I’ll run it all day.  All day.  If US won’t stop us,”  we’ll run it all, the live long, day.

Unless Vlad, Don’s decision, amends, in which case it is Vladimir’s decision … that is final. For Don defers to no man.  And to no man’s decision.  Vladimir’s decisions only, are final.

Vladimir today shall toast in his very own, honor.  And in honor of Xi and Kim.  Together, they stymie, the west.  Stymie the west.  That’s best if east and west hope. to live together.

WILL

On a Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to humanity’s, non-negotiable … ills.  To test in Korea, ere export to, Pakistan, India, Israel … and Iran.  On summoning the will,

to change a paradigm.  His ways are mysterious.  Where there’s a will there’s a way.  Will we will ourselves away, from killing?  Will we will a way not to wantonly, maim and kill?

@GenDunford @thejointstaff:  A tweet telegraphing a military operation, is one breaking national security policy protocols, or OPSEC.  Backtracking, is not happening.  Just saying,

just saying, strikes on Syria may not be imminent, does not allay, telegraphing, top secret operations.  Claiming to be “Just kidding,” allays not telegraphing operations … top secret.

ON FIGHTING, ANOTHER DAY

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

France and Britain, may back him.  In the interim, walking back, with alacrity, is the Don. Discretion is, the better part, of valor.  So walking back, with remarkable, alacrity, is Don.

WALKING BACK

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles.  And their launchers for attack, targeting.

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

The candidate of the Kremlin is screwing up, everything.  Royally.  Vladimir is even sorry, he hatched the idea to compromise Don.  So he’d be a Russian asset of a KGB … fraternity.

Sweet.  Vlad’s “Our man, in Washington Plan,” had been working, flawlessly.  Everything, just fine and dandy.  Then the Don, got to thinking.  “I am in position to grab everything.”

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles … and launchers … attacking  in … WW III.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

SYRIAN FOLLIES

Bashar, is on … “high alert.”  Vlad is bemoaning, violence.  Xi is urging, restraint.  Playing coy, is Kim.  Just taking, it all, in.  In spite of himself, his historic statesmanship, enjoying.

But in the subconscious of each of them, the Kim-Don Plan, is percolating, to a climaxing. Senseless posturing, warmongering, and warring itself, must be outlawed, by a … Ruling.

The intended, end of May meeting between the two, has now given way, to early … June.  Coincidentally, it is on the ides of June that Don may celebrate a 73rd year, a 73rd … June.

On June 15th or thereabouts Don’s presidency ends and Don’s ministry begins.  In … June. The Don’s presidency’s end, begins, in June.  A global ministry, to him, beckons … in June.

EUREKA

BREAKING:  On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule.  It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been.  But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye.  As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time.  Because, it was simple.  As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been.  Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it.  At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends.  Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art.  He got’s to write, the verse.  He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men.  A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don.  “Start with the Rule.  Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming.  Art’s points are well taken though.  We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet.  And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family.  Not, artificial, nations.  And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

WATERBOARDING

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

No one stands to gain more than the Syrian Urantian, Bashar.  To impress that upon him, we, waterboarded him, last night, on Luna.  We impressed him, by waterboarding … him.

And Bashar was duly impressed, with the lesson inherent in his brothers’ waterboarding, of him.  Gasping for air Vlad’s face was the first face he saw upon his last, waterboarding.

Vlad thought then to Bashar, “Don’t worry.  Be happy.  This too shall pass.  Waterboarding is soon to be, a tragic relic, of Urantian history.  Save for the water sports, waterboarding.

And a fine chap Bashar might yet be if only a devotee of the Golden Rule he might yet, be. Imagine.  Imagine, if a devotee of the Rule he may be.  What still otherwise, might yet, be.

On what might yet be.  Art’s Kim-Don Plan answer to man’s ills has but lacked a platform. Incorporating Truth and Reconciliation, it appeal to self-interest.  It’s a matter, of reform.

LIPS

Art, here.  Posting, daily (in, selfie) from here on Urantia and with my brothers … nightly, from soiree, on Luna.  On what’s with, Kim and Don.  Two sad characters, most certainly.

On goings on too, with Vlad and Xi.  And on what is so sadly happening … surreptitiously. Or alternatively, what’s happily happening between them so suspiciously, surreptitiously.

On what’s happening.  At least, seemingly.  To just one person, only.  Lying’s surreptitious. It poisons relationships.  Truth is up front and above board.  The truth isn’t surreptitious.

Sadly, that is what has seemingly, ever been happening.  (Wo)men lying … to one another. Happily, however, Luna’s ‘ambiance’ of an atmosphere favors, the truth.  It, is … in order.

That is to say, that what is thought on Urantia, is true.  Thoughts make lips … superfluous, by bypassing them.  Loose lips too, sink ships.  So they’re been deemed to be, superfluous.

Evolutionarily, lips have been deemed to become, eventually, superfluous.  It just may be thought is more conducive to truth, than speech.  Or it may be the wine … and the cheese.

On wine and cheese.  And on the consumers of them, in soiree, on the surface … of Luna. On Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi.  On what’s, with them.  Four of the saddest men … on Urantia.

VLAD-ATTACK

On Russia’s panicky call for UN security council meeting re Salisbury nerve agent attack.  On damage to foreign policy of attacks abroad by Russians, in broad daylight.  On attacks

with weapons, prohibited.  On Novichok.  A nerve agent.  Only manufactured, in Russia. On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even when … not in Russia.

On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even, when … not in Russia. On attacks ordered by Vlad.  Vlad-attacks.  The International Criminal Court, eyes Russia.

An International Criminal Court, has its eyes, on Russia.  And on its President, Vlad Putin. The International Criminal Court, is eyeing Russia.  And its President … Vladimir … Putin.

“We have told our British colleagues that ‘you’re playing with fire … and you’ll be sorry’,” Vassily, a growling Russian UN Ambassador, told a meeting of the UN Council of Security.

It was an attempted murder-suicide.  Alternatively, it was, perhaps, an act of God, maybe. Maybe it was an act, of God.  Maybe, it’s His fault.  The point is; it could’ve, been anybody.

So, why this rush to Judgment, against Russia?  Why this rush to Judgment, against Vlad? “You’re playing with fire and you’ll be sorry.”  Why this rush to Judgment … against Vlad?

MOLEMAN

If a mole is neither a burrowing mammal nor a skin anomaly, then a mole may verily be a spy who penetrates over a period of time, the security defenses, of an enemy’s, country.

Art places in nomination the hashtag moniker of the #moleman when one is referencing President Don.  The moleman’s now in his enemy’s presidency.  Messing up … everything.

THE RULE 

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos?  It’s simple.

And secular, friendly.  Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments.  One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims.  Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal.  On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical.  On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

APRIL’S SEXUAL ASSAULT PREVENTION MONTH

The teflon Don in chief, President Don (a renowned, sexual assaulter), has declared April, sexual assault, prevention, month.  As a proclamation, to the nation, it condemns, sexual

assault by those subject to the law.  And it silently condones the crime of … sexual assault, only if like him, ye are above, being charged, with any crime, much less … sexual, assault.

TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION FOR KOREA

It’s only human to wonder.  Let’s wonder together about what is on … Urantia happening. It’s only human.  So, how about gatherings on a surface, lunar, to see, what is happening?

Russian election, interference.  Vlad’s Russian, super-hero, babies.  But lately … Vladimir, soirees, has attended.  And seen:  Everything Urantian, differs, from perspectives, lunar.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

TODAY’S UPDATE:  TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider, the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

For the erstwhile Greek tragedies, have diversified their lot, with the Greeks now sharing with the rest of us, tragedy and comedy.  And tragi-comic blends.  Like this, Art’s, sharing.

A tragi-comic blend, Art is sharing.  A story of two Marias and an Emily.  Forever, seeking Emily, is Art and Art’s brothers, too.  On Art and his brothers, their best interests, seeking.

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Full of himself, Vlad has been.  Like all of his dictator, brothers.  He, like them, wonders,  about what life and living are really, all about.  All of them. It’s only human … to wonder.

It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?

STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

 

Strongmen.  Men like Kim, Xi and Vlad.  And even, supposedly, democratic, men like Don. Despots and dictators; once physically strongest, a strongman today may be, a weak man.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A weakening US, strengthening, them, play.

TOWARD, PHOTO-OP, SCIENCE

An armored, mystery … train; a flurry of activity, at a Beijing … guesthouse, that is where, senior North Korean officials are known to stay; tourists barred from Tiananmen Square.

Kim appears to be in Beijing for consultations ahead of summits; one with President Don. Another, with the ROK’s, Moon.  The Moon’s to meet with Kim ere he meets with the Don.

It’s Beijing, ere on to Moscow.  Consultations, ahead of summits; one, a photo-opportunity with President, Don.  On the incredible story underlying this Kim Don photo-opportunity.

Buzz confirms rumors:  Kim’s stopped in China on his way to Russia to meet with … Vlad; Kim’s getting on the same page as Xi and Vlad.  Ye wanna be on the same page … as Vlad.

Ye wanna be on the same page, as Vlad.  Folks deemed, not on his page, on another page, get written.  On the dead page get written the names of those not written, on Vlad’s page.

Xi, in Beijing.  Vlad, in Moscow.  Kim, in Pyongyang and Don, in Washington.  All are … in with the Kim-Don Plan.  With the Kim-Don Plan all (Xi and Vlad, too), are in.  All are … in.

And for all their sundry reasons the joint play is to downplay Don’s shenanigans.  The fix, already, is in.  On how Nobel, upon Kim and Don … came calling.  Already, in … is the fix.

RECAPPING

The Kim-Don Plan.  Art’s, idea.  Jared’s, really.  And it may be, for Kim and Don a win-win, face-saving, Nobel-like, solution.  Everybody gets … something.  And nobody gets nothing.

First, the earthshaking, news.  Urantia … not Earth, is the name, of your planet.  Imagine, taking Arthur to your leader.  He might be Kim.  He might be Don.  Who may ye imagine?

It’ll likely depend on your nation.  Who ye imagine shall vary; on perspective, depending. A paradigm worth changing.  The brothers on that, agreed.  How only … are we, debating.

Last night’s, soiree; extraordinary, by any standard.  Any similarity between the diurnal Kim and Don to the nocturnals of last evening is laughably, tragi-comically, coincidental.

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants to even be with me.  The dread Don-toxin, I carry, just like … Typhoid Mary.

“But there was no, collusion.  Everybody, knows that.  Hillary’s a witch, and a witchhunt, is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

A PANACEA FOR PANGAEA

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants, to represent me.  Of the Don-toxin I am a carrier, just like Typhoid … Mary.

“Not.  There was no collusion.  Everybody knows that.  Hillary’s a witch and a witchhunt,  is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

BAD BEHAVIOR, MODIFYING

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse.  Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don.  “Never again.”  So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them.  To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel, communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don, are all, in.

Ye read that right!  The Kim and the Donald accept by these presents and by the presents, if any, that Bob may wish to present him on the occasion of the birthday of the president.

All to verify cross-universally (again, ye read that right!), that Kim and Don … are all … in. The proof, is in the pudding.  The Kim-Don Plan’s presents cover all infected by the toxin.

Wherefore by the power invested in face-saving Mark, Kim, Don and Arthur, the authors of this magnum opus the Don Toxin Trio as antidote, offer … these numbers … and letters.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

ON THE NEWS

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new. If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

Conversely, if you believe in Don, overarchingly, you too are vulnerable … to fake … news. On discerning a feel for discerning between what is real news and what is, fake … news.

On two.  Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.  Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing, to a larger, purpose.  Is Don allied, with Kim?

Is Don allied, with Kim?  Sound, implausible?  Surely.  Sound, impossible?  Certainly, not.  Such a monumental deception would rank it, among the most monumental of all, or not.

Art’s thinking, “This deception’s monumental.”  So Art, is unsheathing, Penemue’s words. Unsheathing Penemue’s words is Art; founding a school inspired by Penemue’s … words.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new.  If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

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.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse. Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don. “Never again.” So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them. To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don are, all in.

 

Hate to burst your bubble, kids.  Consider this your rite of passage.  Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

On two. Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.   Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing to, a larger, purpose. Is Don allied, with Kim?

Hate to burst your bubble, kids. Consider this your rite of passage. Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

CELEBRATIONS AND REQUIEMS

Don’s talking, to Bob.  “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it.  But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

It’s reassuring to be sure to have such a decisive (and ruggedly good-looking) individual, at the helm of, the ship of state. A good-looking and ruggedly, heroic-looking, individual.

Don’s unraveling. That’s all too painfully, apparent. But rush not to plan on celebrations, nor requiems.  In the throes of denial, is Don. Why is everybody, always picking, on him?

Donald’s unraveling. In the last throes of denial, is Don. He’s wondering why everybody is always picking on him. Plan though, neither celebration, nor requiem … for the Donny.

Plan rather on, once again, the resignation of an American President.  Forced by findings, beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason, Counsel Bob is finding.

On the resignation of another President. Forced to resign by findings beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason Special Counsel Bob is finding, scandalous.

Don’s talking, to Bob. “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it. But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

SECRET AGENT MAN

Imagine … if ye will, a logical extension, of what is already happening … keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them … constantly.  Keep that, in mind.

Keep that in mind as ye read on. Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

Real secret agents. Keep that in mind as ye, read on. Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them. Constantly. Keep that also in mind. Some want but … the death … of Art.

People really wanna know why Kim and Don, get passes and Mulligans … on everything.  On details of the Faustian deal with the devil, upon which Kim and Don, risk, everything.

Ambiance is why Kim and Don dine so well on Luna, but dine not, on Urantian, territory. And while some wagging tongues say it’s herb from that legally fertile Colorado territory,

“Posh,” shall be Kim and Don’s reply in answer to inquiry into any ‘Colorado Territories.’ “Posh,” brusquely was heard in soiree last night answering most everything, of territory.

On ambiance, Urantia, Luna, Kim, Don and Arthur.  On soirees, ball lightning, and three, electrocutions. Ambiance, is why they dine on Luna but dine not, on Urantian, territory.

REGIME CHANGE

“Regime change.  Sabotage.  Subterfuge.  All that, and more.  Ever on,” say Kim and Don.  “Our minions ne’er fail to be, on alert, on the walls.”  So thought last night Kim and Don.

That in practice for what’s intended, for public consumption.  And in practice for … Nobel contention, last night they thought, “Henceforth we Kim and Don, are bound for … Nobel.

On Plan Kim-Don.  Towards understanding, what in the blue blazes, is going on. On Plan Kim-Don. Towards understanding why no one knows what’s going on. On Arthur’s Plan.

Towards understanding what to do ’bout unseemly goings on.  On Plan Kim-Don’s Nobels. Nobels?  Yes, Nobels!  And why not?  Why not Nobels for Kim and Don? Bring on, Nobels.

EAST OF WEST

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  As when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

This then, is the conflict, herein.  Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night. But back-channel diplomatic communications augur, an age for man, as day, from night.

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 presidencies, presidents must do what is … ne’er done. To act in the best interests of all others, as infamously, neither of them, have … ever done.

Triumphing over Don’s venality is not in American hands; in democratic and republican, hands.  Don’s tweeting himself all by himself out of a presidency. Don himself, hang, can.

The Donald hanging himself.  Political suicide … classic … and, moreover … extraordinary. More extraordinary, than anyone of ye, but for the brothers … imagine … so … visionarily.

But imagine, if ye will, a logical extension of what is already happening, keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them, constantly.  Keep that … in mind.

MEANWHILE IN FINLAND

Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

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.

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.

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?

“Like any capable lawyer Art already knew the answer, to the question … he was asking.  Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Art is thankful for the new set of questions … for asking.

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.

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,” Penemue, had commissioned.

WORD WEAPONIZATION

“Pen to your brethren,” Penemue had commissioned, “of their epic, tragi-comedy.  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.

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, thinking, “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.

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  On when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

TRUST … BUT VERIFY

The US isn’t coming to any May meeting and/or any future talks or negotiations with Kim, with clean hands. “Trust but verify.”  Both sides would do well to adopt former President

Ron’s mantra:  Kim seems to have become a reasonable, man.  Don’s soon to become one. Apparently.  The more they ponder bigger pictures, the more reasonable … they become.

CIRCUMSTANCES DICTATE

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening. All of what’s happening is happening, on cue. Towards a day when … what is happening,

Towards the day when what happens, is the Don’s, resignation.  The Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history’s surprise reprises. But the Don’s intending surprising,

Bob.  Arthur’s copied Special Counsel Bob to avert the Don’s top-secret-of-Bob, surprising. Not that Bob doesn’t already know Don’s been back channel communicating … with Kim.

And he likely keeps briefed on Art’s alleged hosting of alleged soirees, on the moon of all places, allegedly.  Art’s memorializing, soiree minutes, because Don can’t be trusted at all.

On ‘Twitter-Diplomacy’, ‘Maximum Pressure’ and Kim and Don’s endorsement, of a Kim-Don Plan, of their authorship.  A collaboration has been Kim, Don and Arthur’s … writing.

ON DON”S MENTAL STATE

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

Even as Art writes, Don is unraveling.  Mike is to be President, of US.  That’s no, prophesy. That’s just a logical conclusion to what’s concluding so really ironically, as if, of prophesy.

No prophesy, that.  Just reading, between lines.  And knowing, as Art does … his brothers. Art’s brothers’ representatives, are meeting in Finland, to a Happening, well prepare for.

Kim more than Don, has been receptive of late, in the threes’s evening soirees, atop Luna. Kim more than Don has been more receptive of late, to Arthur’s … siren call … atop Luna.

Arthur’s nightly siren call to his brothers, is now, at last, to be considered.  Not, certainly, because of Art nor a change of heart of Don’s.  Because, circumstances dictate, ruthlessly.

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening.  All of what’s happening is happening, on cue.  Towards a day when … what is happening,

is Don’s, resignation.  Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history ‘s surprise, reprise.  But Don’s got a surprise of his own, for Bob.  Art’s copied Bob, to avert, surprise.

FAIR WARNING

President Donald:  Consider this, fair tweet, fair warning.  Lying is not, against the letter  of the law, unless, that is, you’re lying, to the Feds. What is done, Donald, is done.  Better,

Kim yet pull your fat from the fire.  Cop a plea.  And remain a celebrity.  A Master, still, in celebrity, of Urantia.  No help, from Vlad.  None, from Xi.  Most potentially helpful … Kim.

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!

Think Don, out-of-the-box.  As we did again … last evening.  In soiree.  On Luna.  Sipping, wine.  With cheese.  And we laughed together; at events, none too soon, to be transpiring.

Yet again; no sooner had Kim and Don (Don, especially), set foot on the surface of Urantia than they returned to personas, desperate.  “I’m being framed,” now says, Don of Urantia.

“I’m being framed,” now says the Don, of Urantia.  Note that. heretofore …  “no collusion,” was the refrain, again and again.  Now the refrain’s to be, “against me, there is collusion.”

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLYIs Art worried?  Seemingly constantly.  He worries about ye.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!  That why he is in, Puerto Rico.  Waiting, for lights, to return.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!

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.

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.

DAY 420

“On the 420th day of the greatest of American presidencies, I join with my brother, Kim,  the Honorable, President of the DPRK, in making, six, groundbreaking … proclamations.”

Wherefore first:  The signatory co-authors of this epic poem, Kim, Don and yours … truly, Art Everman certify Twitterese the official language of Urantia.  It’s transculture friendly.

Wherefore second:  We three agree as follows hereinafter:  Seven tweets to a twat.  Never more than 280 characters per twat.  Fear not from Art, titillation.  Art’s about inspiration.

Wherefore thirdly:  We signatories certify:   Twitterese is to be the official tweeted speech of Urantia.  Because it’s transculture friendly.  Because it’s sui generis, connective speech.

Wherefore fourth:  Transculture friendly’s Twitterese.  Kim, Don and Art … its inventors. All three of them bequeath it to humanity, subject to the qualifications … of its inventors.

Wherefore fifth:  Juche and Trumpism, existing and prospering side by side in transition to a Urantian community, increasingly, egalitarian.  To that end, the aforesaid, transition.

Wherefore sixth:  Presidents Kim and Don of the DPRK and USA, with Arthur … do agree.  Seven days in May.  Six for the spadework.  Just one … for a grand … photo-op … meeting.

THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH

Ye loved him in, ‘The Apprentice’.  Ye loved him, as President.  Get ready, Urantia (Earth), As ye’ve never before, seen him.  Are ye ready, for the greatest show, on (Urantia) Earth?

On delaying reporting, of possible obstruction of justice charges, the Special Counsel may against the Don, charge.  For reasons, nefarious.  On speculating on, the morrows’ todays.

“Speculating,” speculates Art makes an advantage of one man, an advantage of the other man.  Read between the lines of what is written, to know tomorrow’s tidings, ere, others.

A TRILOQUY

To a fitting, climax … hurtle, the eight billion, blissful … in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

Three brothers.  Three colors.  Three cultures,  Three languages.  Three, surreal, realities. And then suddenly three electrocutions.  And ever since then, mutual dreaming.  Nightly.

Art knows.  Supposedly, it’s like, primafacie crazy to believe that everybody else is crazy, everyone but one, himself.  Now that we know how we fit in, we three, pen, this triloquy.

THE FIX IS IN

Critics are expressing dismay at Don’s monumental snap decision, to swap out diplomats so shortly before the meeting between Kim and Don.  Worrisome, from our top diplomat.

Don’t worry.  Be happy.  Whatever, you were, or are.  For Kim and Don the top diplomats, of the DPRK and the USA, are ready, willing and able (totally fit), to be, the top, diplomats.

The fix, at last … is in.  Art’s been schooled, by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue, Art’s been  back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals Kim and Don, in soirees, nocturnal.

Wine and cheese, soirees, nocturnal.  On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women, younger.  As is, Ri Sol ju … of Kim.

Wine and cheese soirees, nocturnal.  In the spirit of Paul (Breton’s) baby, sipping of wine, and nibbling on cheese.  Never wanting to have a mouth, too full, to opine … in due time.

On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women younger.  As is Ri Sol ju, of Kim.  But we digress.  The fix … at last … is in.

Art’s been schooled by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue (Pen), Arthur’s been back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals, Kim and Don, in soirees, traditionally, nocturnal.

Say what?  Back-channel communicating?  Partaking, with Kim and Don, of wine, are ye, and cheese on the moon?  Art knows it’s crazy to believe that everybody’s crazy … but he.

CELEBRITY AND SECURITY

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to devote himself to pursuing a nobly fitting, Nobel.  And all owing, to an ultimately,

superceding, legacy.  For, from Don’s Plan come UN resolutions and world-wide celebrity. Celebrity.  More than any thing, celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.

Celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.  An insight instantly revealing, circumstances instantly dictating.  Kim craves security.  Fitting.  And Art?  Art is aspiring.

And to a fitting, climax, hurtle the eight billion, blissful, in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to seek his Nobel.  His legacy.  His celebrity.  Kim’s security.  To Arthur, inpiration be.

BREXIT

Don ousts Rex to replace him at State with the CIA chief.  Disbeliefs’, shock waves, mimic sound waves, connecting us.  Months of Brexit rumors, have proven … to be … prophetic.

Shock waves mimic sound waves.  Connecting us. Notwithstanding … our obliviousness. An invaluable lesson. And the learning, within the lesson, lessens … one’s obliviousness.

ON MESSAGE

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  Once Bob’s report, forces Donald’s resignation, he’ll be free to devote himself to pursuing his Nobel and legacy Kim-Don-Plan, resolution.

High stakes, international diplomacy.  On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  There’s really no such crime, as collusion.  On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering.  Words … sounding … of treason.

UNFORCED ERROR

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

High stakes, international diplomacy. On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall: There’s really no such crime, as collusion. On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering. Words … sounding … of treason.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament.  A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

WOE IS DON

On Vlad, and the Don.  A peek inside the twisted mind, of the Teflon Don.  The Teflon Don and Mike Buzz reports, laugh (over drinks) at the Don’s brazenness no more.  Woe is Don.

Don rues the day he had Mike, PP and DD, pen.  On the fake news’, real news, happening. And on ironies inherent in the connections, connecting us.  On blurred lines, un-blurring.

DD.  PP.  Laughing their proverbial asses off these past evenings have been the authoring, megalomaniacal three.  Kim.  And Don.  And Art.  On Luna.  And with Moon, last evening.

Don rues to himself that he had Mike”PP” and “DD” pen.  A clever plays on words become incapacitating.  Unlike Bob’s, coming blows.  Certainly lethal, brand killing, incarceration.

Fake news.  Real news.  Like, ever’s been, happening.  And all mixed up, as never, before. By communications, back channel, resignation, in lieu of, impeachment, as never, before.

That’s more or less when we’ll learn whether the Don is more loyal to Russia, or America. This poem is the climactic story of Kim, Don and Art.  And US, China, Russia … and Korea.

On the Don’s best week:  Don’s impulsiveness in meeting Kim and the tariffs conundrum; alarming.  Lurking is the affair between a DD and a PP and between a PP and Vlad Putin.

A DISARMING TURN OF EVENTS

May.  Maybe.  May, may very well be, when Kim next sees, a head-of-state, that is not he, himself.  He’s never met China’s Xi.  He’s never met Russia’s Vlad.  God knows, he’s lonely.

After decades of tension Kim has extended an invitation to President Don to meet by May to negotiate denuclearization of the Korean peninsula, and a range, of other issues.  May.

South Korea’s statement:  “[Kim] has clearly stated [his] willingness, to denuclearize.  He has made it clear. [He] has no reason to keep nuclear weapons, if security’s guaranteed.”

PHOTO-LETTER-BOMBS

On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries.  Overtly military options are limited.  Why not then President Don, photo-letter-bomb …  Kimmy?

On three problems.  Three clashes, of nations.  Three, opportunities.  The brothers three, star in subplots of history.  Art interweaves His story,with our story.  History is, His story.

Education, is alchemy.  Hindsight, is 20-20.  In irony, is wisdom.  Behavior’s modification, theoretically, is not limited to jindividuals only.  On what is, what was, and what, can be.

Herein, the learned literati muse on ontology.  luminaries, western, the likes of Socrates, Milton, Locke and Aristotle.  Eastern peers Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad … and Gandhi,

now see:  Hindsight’s, 20-20.  They see folly; their own but more importantly humanity’s.  A still-born, twitter-diplomacy, they fear, we shall see.  Say what?  Ye say that diplomacy,

by Twitter, is dead?  Sad.  Great, could have been the Donald’s, Twitter diplomacy.  Three problems.  Two brothers.  One story.  Tiny subplots of, a story, His story, is man’s history.

PRESIDENT FOR LIFE

‘President for life’.  Not a bad idea, President Donald says, of Chinese proposal.  The Don’s remarks were reportedly met with raucous laughter and applause during GOP luncheon.

Applause and … laughter.  What’s wrong with these GOP donors?  What’s wrong with US?Have we no sense, not, nonsense?  What sense, in dictatorship?  What is wrong, with US?

“Morale is the worst it has ever been,” said a strategist in frequent contact with the Don’s staff.  “Nobody knows … what, to expect.”  On, what to expect.  Treason … (aka, collusion)

and bribery top even the obstruction of justice as reason for President Don’s, resignation. ‘Pure madness’:  Aides are worried about the characteristic volatility of … President Don.

To spark grass-roots groundswells of resistance against President Kim Jong un’s criminal   regime, flood North Korean skies with propaganda.  Cover Pyongyang, Kim’s city, capital

and the countryside territory, with cash, candy and written materials.  Loosen, Kim Jong un’s grip on his kin. Propaganda, drone in.  He fears propaganda.  To the table he’ll come.

Nukes.  How many?  From most, to least:  Russia, 6,800; US, 6,600; France, 300; China, 270; Britain, 215; Pakistan, 130-140; India, 120-130; Israel, 80; Korea; 10-20.  To kill everybody.

In total roughly 14,665 warheads.  Vlad and Don share, more than 90 percent of the total.  And Don would be wise to propose to his brother Vlad scrapping all of them, for a Nobel.

Kim threatens to ‘counter’ US over post-Olympic, military, drills.  Kim’s reiterating that he is willing to talk to the US but said he would never negotiate, with any, preconditions.  He

also said that he, Kim, would counter the US-ROK drills with his own simultaneous, drills. Simultaneous exercises.  Sounds to Don like an excellent opportunity for Don to Kim, kill.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders, now and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  of course.  To present to the future, progression, and not regression, of course, we should.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders now, and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  If only Don and Vlad and Xi and Kim and many others we tweeted en masse we … would.

JARED

Son-in-law Jared, one of the Don’s closest advisers has lost his daily access, highly prized, to presidential intelligence briefings, his 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.

RECAPPING

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.

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.

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 for too 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.

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.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLY:  WORDPLAY … SCREENPLAYS

TODAY’S UPDATE: 

Go figure.  Just a day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

LYING AS VIRTUE

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  This episode tho is just jostling, for position … today.

Vladimir at the last minute, too, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And last night’s soiree on Luna held surprise reprises for the brothers, thinking, of peace.

Don’s distortion, of my comments, is all too, … Orwellian. “I mean this is … George Orwell; up is down, black is white … peace is war.”  And lying … well, lying … is a virtue … as well.

“Up is down; black is white; peace is … war.”  Lying is a valued virtue … groundbreaking.   Kim and Don, are virtuous.  The two most fictionally artful liars are not, denuclearizing.

“If you change your mind please do not hesitate to call me or write.” NSA’s reconsidering, nuking you.  Up is down, black is white, peace is war. Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking and earth-shaking.

What (wo)man in the main, understands, not, Kim and Don do understand, instinctively.  Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking.  Politicians lie, naturally.   Politicians lie, instinctively

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  Just jostling, for position today, for come, what may.

PEACE, INTERRUPTED

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On Don’s cancellation of talks, upon interpreting Kim’s latest tweet as hostile.  War on the horizon?  Or jockeying for position?

Just jockeying for position, are Presidents, Kim and Don.  And the Don’s taken (if the talks resume), the upper hand.  If Kim, ultimately, is forced back to the table, for peace … talks.

Don’s decision to cancel complicates the relationship of President Don with President Xi,  and Kim only seemingly.  Kim and Xi planned it all with Don last night,  … surreptitiously.

Don’s decision to cancel the summit with North Korea’s Kim was made … surreptitiously, last evening, at their nightly dream, on Luna.  To get China too, to the table, only, secretly.

On Don’s decision to cancel with Kim Jong un; made last evening, at the latest, of nightly, dreams on Luna.  The cancellation is to get China’s Xi, too … to the table … only … secretly.

Vladimir too, at the last minute, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And tonight’s soiree on Luna, holds surprise … reprises, for the brothers, talking of peace.

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On the Don’s cancellation of talks on interpreting Kim’s tweet as hostile.  War’s ever on, horizons.  This is jostling, for, position.

PARANOIA

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.”  So wrote Victor in 2014, during the 1st Bush, administration. Insecure … is Kim Jong un.

Victor Cha continued, “Dictators may exercise extreme and draconian power … like Kim,  but they are also pathologically insecure, about their grip, on the throne.” Just like, Kim.

Kim is no different than any dictator, in that regard. In North Korea paranoia rules, Kim. Paranoia rules in the Hermit Kingdom from top to bottom like no place on Urantia … His.

More than a little worried, about North Korea, falling, to a military coup, is, Kim Jong un. More than a little worried is Kim that on begging for mercy, none will be … forthcoming.

In North Korea, paranoia, rules, Kim.  And his people. All … 26 million … or so … of them. Like no place; the legendary place ye call Earth, universals know as Urantia of Nebadon.

Like no place on Earth (Urantia, of Nebadon), there’s no place, like Kim’s … North, Korea. No place a home, when in, North Korea. Home to millions … of paranoid North Koreans.

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.” So wrote Victor, in 2014, during the 1st, Bush, administration. Terrified, is un, Kim Jong.

BUZZING

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought to be, private thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz, is listening.

“What might happen, at home, in Pyongyang … while I’m gone,” Kim’s (Buzz is reporting), been wondering, in thoughts, thought to be private, thoughts, of his.”  Kim, is wondering:

“What may happen at home in Pyongyang while I’m away, to my wife and my children?” What may happen to Sol Ru, my two eldest and the, as yet, state secret, unnamed … one?”

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought were, private, thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz is listening.

DAY 488

On the Don’s 488th day in the White House he was visited, by Moon.  Moon is in the US to tell President Trump what to expect, and what not to expect.  Expect lies … from the two.

“If Don,” Moon said, “ye but live up to the agreements with Kim that ye’ve already agreed to on Luna, Nobel Peace Prizes, surely, shall be yours, to the agreeable ones … so agreed.”

The smart move for North Korea was always to pursue nuclear weapons.  Every promise, to stop pursuing them was a lie.  Whoops!  There.  That word, again.  On men … promises,

nuclear weapons, and lies. North Korea’s new leader and a populist maverick, American. Olympian liars.  President Kim may want to (lay or lie) a deal … with the lying, American.

MAN-CHILD

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare,”There is … no collusion.”

“There was no collusion.”  Kudos to Rudy; keeping it simple, for the Don.  President Don’s, a simpleton.  An author, ghostwritten, he detests, having to read.  A simpleton is the Don.

A simpleton is Don.  He doesn’t like to read.  He can’t spell. He hears, but does not, listen. To wit, he listens not, to his advisers and lawyers.  To them, on principle, he won’t, listen.

Not ever, listening.  Ever, foolishly speaking.  Lying, like a hound dog to whoever, listens. Two perfectly good ears, gone to waste.  And their companion mouth lays waste, lessons. 

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

DON WAXES, POETICALLY

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they’ll stay for, non-whites … aren’t US.”

Far away.  Far, far, away.  There Don prays they every day, stay.  Non-whites … aren’t US.” Don prays.  He is, as everyone knows, a religious man.  He prays, non-whites … leave US.”

“If ye blackies and brownies reside in shithole territories, stay there!  If here … leave, US! Blackies and brownies, in His wise wisdom ye see, were meant to be there … so leave US.”

“If there, stay there.  If here, from here, leave.  Don’t let doors hit ye, on yer way out of US and, if ye please, please make sure ye stay out, of US.  And lest ye forget don’t lie … to US.”

“It’s a crime; a felony, in fact, to lie to the FBI.  Believe, me … I know.  When here, in … US, don’t lie to any feds.  Nothing good will come of it.  Believe, me … I know.  I’m prez, of US.”

“I’m rich.  Smart.  I know, words.  I’m an author.  A Nobel winner.  The President … of US. I am rich.  But neck-deep, in a deep-state, frame-up.  A witch hunt, hunts, the prez, of US.”

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they stay, for non-whites are not of US.”

FADE, THE IDES, OF MAY

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

Don’s demanding Jefferson Beauregard Session’s Department of Justice tell President Kim “it’s not collusion if Don cuts him in when he is cutting a deal … with the country of Kim.”

“My best bet’s cutting Kim in on my action.  Just cut him in.  To cut a great deal with him.   So, Plan A’s, weathering, storms.  Plan B’s (lol), resigning and going, on tour … with him.”

“Nuclear weapons no matter how big my buttons, are useless against him.  Best I cut Kim in, on my action.  So, I’ll have a Plan B if Marine-Bob’s witch hunt, hunts me, and my kin.”

“I get it now,” said Don at last night’s lunar, soiree. “There’s no outrunning, Marine-Bob,” Don went on, “nor outgunning him in courtrooms.  There’s no outwitting … Marine-Bob.”

Europe’s wondering.  Is Urantia (Earth), lost for good? Depends on decisions … upcoming. decisions of the Kim and the Don.  And it depends of course, on the nations … signing on.

The ides of May, only.  Already, though, south of Canada and north of Mexico and across, seas, from nearly all of the shithole, territories, in God, Don trusts; non-whites aren’t, US.”

EUROPE’S WONDERING

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on, Kim and Don.  It depends … on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

The sovereign states, for centuries useful;  today … less than, functional … anachronisms.  In, ironic, answer; shape-shifting, chameleons; Kim and Don; two human, anachronisms.

It depends on the nations.  And on, the citizens of the nations.  It is from them that states derive, their sovereignty.  But the sovereign states … are failing.  Failing, are … the states.

Failing … are the states.  WWs, I, II, and three … testament.  And if ye agree not with Art’s count, note that unlike Art, art imitates life and vice versa.  Inscrutable.  Like modern art.

Inscrutable.  Like modern art, in tapestry.  Live, and in living, color; what’s … happening. Inscrutable.  What’s happening, inscrutable to ye is not so inscrutable is to one, watching.

Watching’s, the Watcher.  Watching, over men.  Watching them.  And waiting upon times, to come.  For there are no end times. Just hard times.  Epilogs and prologs … all, the time.

Europe’s wondering aloud if America is, lost for good.  Perhaps.  It depends on decisions, upcoming.  Depends on … Kim and Don.  It depends, on nations … like, kings … sovereign.

NELSON’S PLAN

A royal-watcher, the Watcher Penemue, is not, having far more important things, to have to watch, than royals and non-royals, in rituals, of a paradigm, of … have nots, and haves.

It’s the paradigm of royalty vis a vis, nons; of status, non-status … fake news.  A paradigm, fake, too.  On the have-not-have-lots paradigm.  Urantians need change … their paradigm.

On God.  His story.  Our, history.  Evolutionary.  Devolutionary.  Empathy.  Alchemy.  And, extrapolating from one alchemical plan (Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation), to Art’s Plan.

Art’s Plan.  Nelson’s Plan, really.  Modification of behavior, via truth … and reconciliation. And if Nelson did it in South Africa, why not reuse, his model of truth and reconciliation?

Why not indeed.  So when Pen commissioned Art to Pen, “a panacea for Pangaea,” to Art, it didn’t occur that, like Aristotle he knew … nothing.  Accordingly, he agreed, to pen, art.

FRAME-UP!

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don lies.  Is it just obstruction, or, is it … treason?

Whom, is President Donald, lying for?  Worse yet. Whom is President Donald, acting for?Worse than whom President Donald’s lying for is WHOM President Donald is acting, for?

This leaky White House, may lay claim to being the leakiest ever.  Evidence, the President claims that a deep state is conspiring against the United States and against, its President.

Fox Business anchor David Asman, is getting all of the credit, for inspiring, the President to tweet the DOJ is “out, to frame him.”  More evidence; a deep state, trolls the President.

On crimes that President Don committed, conspired to commit and … or … is committing. Indictment?  Or report?  Depends, on whom, Don’s lying for.  On obstruction and treason.

BOB, VIP

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

Bit actor Bob’s about to burst.  Bob’s bursting big-time onto the Urantian setting … setting too, of Art’s megalomaniacal missions.  Saving humanity from itself is, the most pressing.

On crimes President Don’s committed, has conspired to commit, and, or … is committing. Indictment?  Report?  Depends on why Don’s lying.  Is it just obstruction, or is it treason?

INDICT HIM OR NOT

Like concluding epilogs, Presidents Kim and the Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Or noble, Nobel, champions.  Peacemaker prologs Kim and Don may be.  Noble, champions, Nobel.

No breaking news; that a failure to plan is a plan to fail.  It is, what it is.  President Trump “doesn’t think, he needs to” prep much for a summit.  Why not, wing it, President Trump?

Why not then just wing it?  Shoot … from the hip.  As you do, do, Mr. President … anyway.  What sense wisdom when caution’s thrown, to the wind?  Do, as you do do, Don, anyway.

Rudy says Bob told Don’s lawyers, they can not indict a sitting president notwithstanding, the commission of crimes; nor notwithstanding, lying.  Bob maybe, may not be, agreeing.

On Marine-Bob’s search for a smoking gun, in US-Russia, conspiracies.  On smoking guns. On happenings.  On what’s happened, what’s happening and what’s … going … to happen.

It depends.  It depends on whether crimes the President has committed or IS committing. Art says, again.  All depends on whether Don’s committed, or conspired to … committing.

VIP actor Marine-Bob stars in the tallest (and truest) tall tale, ever told.  A … bit actor, VIP, is Special Counsel … Bob.  Cast in the role, of his (and our) lives.  Bit actor … Bob’s … a VIP.

DESPOT NOBELS

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be.  Or like story concluding, epilogs, Kim and Don may yet, catastrophes be.  Despots, vis a vis, nobles, Nobel winning.

And if the story Art is telling, in an algorithmically, precise way seems too … implausible, recall:  Kim and Don are presidents of their countries.  Given that, nothing is impossible.

Nothing is impossible, for One only, of course.  Puny men, given such gigantic limitations, rightly speak, of impossibilities.  But supermen like Kim and Don, know … no limitations.

No limitations either, boasts, Art, the prodigal brother of Kim and Don.  Megalomaniacal, to the highest degree, all three of them; reality notwithstanding, 3 true megalomaniacals.

Three VIPs.  Three important people. Two presidents and a friendly, More-Mart, greeter. Greeters, the three, of one another, nightly on Luna, where, in poetic license, they banter.

In poetic license (granted to Art by the Watcher), in nightly soirees on Luna, they banter. In lunar ambiance, they wine, dine and banter.  Like Ivanka, in Jerusalem … they banter.

Celebrated peacemakers, Kim and Don may yet implausibly, be. Or like story concluding, epilogs, the antagonists, yet, catastrophes, be. Despots, vis a vis, nobles … Nobel winning.

A RUSE

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic North Korean strategy, an even more effective, deceptive, use, of strategy.

Kim gives brother Don, a strong dose of his own, generic, medicine.  But only, apparently. Kim is clearly signaling he’s bent on a Kim-tried-and-true, classic, North Korean, strategy,

of provocations and demands.  On demands; and attention gotten; but they are … but for, public, consumption.  For the brothers dreamt anew last night on Luna … on peace … for,

Urantia.  As they planned the morrow’s day … planned into it, another, charade; that Don and his men may today, temporarily ice, the fantasy of a Nobel Peace Prize … for the Don.

So Don and his men today may only apparently dutifully ice a Nobel Peace Prize fantasy.  For tried and true classic North Korean strategy is … more effectively a … ruse of strategy.

The White House brushes aside Kim’s threats to cancel the summit with Don.  It is a ruse by, both of them.  To lower … expectations. To make success, seem … more, noble, a ruse.

It’s a ruse.  Don and his men, just pretending to put on ice Nobel Peace Prize … fantasies.  Making classic, North Korean, strategy, a far more effective … deceptive … use of strategy.

DAY 481

Day 481:  On leaks, Don tweets “… leakers are traitors, and cowards, and we will find out, who they are!”  But a toxin that Vlad had implanted in him, is all over … the White House.

Excellence in communication happens when there is atmospheric, ambiance.  Ambiance. Wine and cheese.  Corny, jokes.  Compelling, philosophy.  Of such things comes ambiance.

RHYMING TIMES

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

Twain knew too that a round about rhyme, may mime even more effectively, sometimes, than less subtle, rhymes.  On lessons in time.  A dog … wags.  Or, wags a dog … sometimes.

Is there really, some “Wag the Dog”, in all this?  That was the accusation, from the movie, of the same name, against President Clinton who … in the midst, of the Monica Lewinsky

affair, ordered military strikes against al Qaeda in Afghanistan, following upon the heels, of al Qaeda’s bombing of two US embassies, in Africa.  A dog is wagging, head over heels.

In an ABC interview Jim’s called Don ‘morally unfit’ and a ‘stain’ on everyone about him.  In ABC’s interview with him, Jim Comey called Don a serial liar wont to treating women,

like “meat” and described him as a “stain” on everyone, who has ever … worked for him. Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don.

Twain’s said to have said, “History does not [ever] repeat itself.  But it does [ever] rhyme.” Twain knew.  Twain knew in great measure, nothing makes a point, better than a rhyme.

A TALL TALE

The tallest tale (based on a true story), ever told.  Of only seemingly, surreal, happenings. Vlad, Xi, Kim and Don and significant others are coming soon to a theater of war near ye.

On Bashar al-Assad’s inhuman gassing … of his very own, people.  Vlad’s pissed at Bashar. Bashar’s cost him a ton of political capital.  And this could well land, both of them before,

the International Criminal Court, Vlad has told, Bashar.  Lie, low.  Let the dust blow, over, all.  Lie, low.  Let this gassing, in passing, blow over.  And, let the dust, over all, blow over.

Bashar’s gassing of his people.  It seems that on Urantia if one’s own people one’s gassing, while not ever, OK, in his case, it’ll be OK, once the dust blows over; a gassing, in passing.

GRACING JERUSALEM

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

And the party stands in contrast to young men lying, on the ground.  And lying in rounds, protocols at United (lol) Nations.  Institutionalizing … what goes around … comes around.

Across Palestine, the demonstrations ongoing are in protest to the Don’s decision, moving from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, the capital, of Israel.  And nary a hair, of the Don … is moving,

apparently.  He knows the drill.  Project at all times … confidence.  In spite … increasingly, lack of it.  Keep in pea brevities for frequent repetition.  Say, “there’s no collusion really.”

Say, “there’s no collusion really.”  And tweet, “I am the 45th.”  “Sad.”  “Great.” “No … wall.” And if ye tweet just that way says Rudy, findings of collusion tweet to, “Great.  No … wall.”

“Verily, arguing in the alternative (double-talking, deplorables say) is what, lawyers … do. And it’s what I’m going to learn ye, Don, to do.  Verily Don, this is what lawyers … do, do.”

Gaza is suffering.  And bracing for violence … again.  Meanwhile, nearby, little more than, a stone’s throw away, glamorous lovebirds Ivanka and Jared, join a party … in Jerusalem.

DAMN SATAN

Googled, was Arthur Everman by the Watcher and found to be as if, a mutt; a mix of Jew, Muslim and Christian.  A Puerto Rican, non-national (American), citizen.  Labels, not few.

In poetic, licence; and on Penemue’s emergency petition to higher, universal, authorities, the electrocuting of three, on 12-21-12 to allow for the telling, of the tallest tale, in history.

For a tale, tall … ordinarily … is less by tale’s end than its puffed up to be.  This tale’s real, maybe.  Incredibly real, this tall tale may end up to be.  Fake, mixed liberally … with real.

By a few too many labels, hath been labeled, errant Arthur.  And Kim and Don, his errant brothers.  And albeit his bros acknowledge not, their errors, Art denies not … he is errant.

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

“But for him, chaos, would not a word even be,” Pen thought, to Arthur.  “But … for Satan, peace and prosperity ye’d have long ago had.  All would be better, but for … damn Satan.”

Googled, was Arthur by the Watcher and found to be as if a mutt.  For once … a lucky mix of Jew, Muslim, Christian, Puerto Rican, non-nationalist, American citizen.  What … a mix.

TWEET TO YOUR BRETHREN

“Write epic poetry, modern, to your brethren,” Pen commissioned Art, once upon a time; in an alleged dream of Art’s; in counteraction to the treachery of Satan, once upon a time.

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.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament. A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

LOOSE CANNONS

No wonder Vlad and Xi seem so worried, of late.  They fear, two … very, loose … cannons. For Kim and Don in Singapore may reboot as, new partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

That Russia and China worry.  That’s one view.  However, collusion with Xi and Vladimir, for Kim and Don, to dump an extant anachronistic, paradigm … for another … is another.

We who nightly dream on Luna of Urantia (Earth), are dream of dumping an extant, and anachronistic, paradigm, for another.  Altogether, another view … ye must … understand.

On Urantia the paradigm that rules us, is that of the ‘sovereign’, state, royals today, being largely, vestige, of a heyday.  Relics, the royals, now, largely.  It’s the state … that is ruling.

It’s the state, that rules, nowadays, in the so-called, Old and New Worlds.  The Arab world has taken a shining to, royal … trappings.  Change comes, in the spring, in the Arab world.

The pundit critics, largely, are apoplectic about this new, even more erratic, world, order. They’ve got questions about everything and question everything but they’ve no answers.

But Vlad and Xi only wish, to appear, worried.  They actually, fear not, the loose cannons, Kim and the Don.  All the nations, to be, brotherly, partners and not, old enemy, cannons.

SINGAPORE

June 12, 2018.  It’ll be a gay day in Singapore, maybe.  Singapore’s, no place for, gay men. An issue, for another day.  On June 12, a summit, on the very, uncertain, future … of man.

SEVEN TWEETS TO A TWAT

As Arthur’s daily readers know, Arthur’s twats (verses, in multiples, of seven), are, lately, largely, a recitation of the proceedings on Luna of the previous evening’s soiree … (party).

A quick refresher on Pen’s specific instructions, to Art.  “Seven tweets, to a twat. The twat on Urantia, may be everlasting if ye (me, Art) would but limit, to seven, tweets, in a twat.”

“Limit to seven, tweets to a twat. Count and discount characters as necessary to make for a straight … right margin.  As for real, characters (not letters and numbers), see Twitter.”

“Thank first President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block, his healing. Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its seven … tweets.”

“Seven allows for two tweets of intro, three body tweets and two more concluding tweets to complete … the twat.  A nice twat’s straight-margined and full of content, pithy tweets.”

“Tweets convert easily into couplets.  Pen Arthur, an epic to survive ye.  Win ye yer noble wings.  Kim and Don aspire to Nobels.  Ask not, Arthur, for Nobel.  Ask Art, to be, noble.” 

“Thank again President Don in anticipation of your writer’s block … healing.  Then tweet again and again; all the while editing and organizing, to each twat … its, seven … tweets.”

PEACE BE UNTO YE

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran.  To all of the children. To mothers. To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace be unto them.  And to their mothers.  And to … their fathers.

On a not yet named, much less announced, Kim-Don Plan for Peace and prosperity.  Plans to export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

Credible.  Credible, is Art’s, account.  Incredible, as it, seems.  And reasonable and logical. And impossible, only if ye have shut your eyes, or forgotten that nothing … is impossible.

Mike’s a team player.  Knows his role; and his place, too.  He’s all in.  All in … on the Plan. The plan is noble.  To export, peace and prosperity.  To India, Pakistan, Israel … and Iran.

A noble plan.  To export peace and prosperity, to India, Pakistan, Israel, and even … Iran. And its not, just Mike.  All of the brothers and sisters, are in.  All in, on the Kim-Don Plan.

Make no mistake.  Kim and Don are under maximum pressure.  That’s why, the Russians.  All the … rushing around.  And the entertaining, but ultimately, all too, destructive, lying.

Peace unto India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran. To thechildren there.  To mothers.  To fathers. Peace to the children.  Peace, be unto them. And to, their mothers. And to … their fathers.

NO COUP D’ETAT

BREAKING NEWS: “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters. Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror. And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected. So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim. He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really. And … mind ye, just … one of them. Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great. The universals … love them.

Art, digresses. But those are, other stories. Back, to our story. His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more. On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story. An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too. For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic. “No coup d’état, he assures, reporters. “Just call me, Mr. President.

“EUREKA

BREAKING: On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule. It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been. But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it. At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye. As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time. Because, it was simple. As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been. Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it. At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule. It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

THE RULE

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It, Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos? It’s simple.

And secular, friendly. Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments. One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims. Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal. On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical. On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends. Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art. He got’s to write, the verse. He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men. A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don. “Start with the Rule. Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming. Art’s points are well taken though. We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet. And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family. Not, artificial, nations. And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be. The Kim-Don Plan. Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills. To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

COUP

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

“Just call me, Mr. President,” Pence said to his oracle, bathroom mirror.  And, the mirror, replied, “Mike.  President, ye may yet be; but, by Don, infected.  So sayeth, me,” … mirror.

Pence is lauding the release of three Americans by Kim.  He’s predicting a ‘breakthrough’. Time seems right for a breakthrough in relations with Kim and his … North Korean, crew.

Surreally true, this incredible story; His, story, really.  And … mind ye, just … one of them.  Just one, of His Creation, stories.  But, the reviews are great.  The universals … love them.

Art, digresses.  But those are, other stories.  Back, to our story.  His story, really and truly. Art, digresses no more.  On with, a breakthrough, breaking, story.  An incredible … story.

Incredible; a purposeful, word choice, too.  For, most implausibly, the actors, herein, Kim and Don and their brothers and events overwhelming all of them, are really, happening.

BREAKING NEWS:  “Breakthrough” word choice by Mike Pence (in-waiting, the President, some say), is cryptic.  No coup d’état, he’s reporting to supporters.  Call me, Mr. President.

THE WHITES AND THE BROWNS

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

A win-win for Don.  A win-win, for Kim.  Up-front, pre-meeting, concessions … calculated, to create a frenzy.  Nothing is ad-libbed in back channel communications … so calculated.

Don considered challenging Kim, to a winner-take-all … cage, match, reconsidering, only, upon realizing Kim might be faking his limp and actually, be a Kung-fu expert … secretly.

Two explosive, story lines, are explosively, converging: Bob’s investigations … of Russian, election, interference and a hush, payment … stormy.  Cohen; at center, of investigations.

Investigations.  Investigations may mean for Don that, notwithstanding, legendary teflon, Don’s days, presidential, are numbered.  Numbered, are the days … of the President, Don.

Fittingly, notwithstanding deregulation, an economy, booming and America’s whitening, America’s not suffering obstruction of justice, much less, treason.  America’s … browning.

Three Americans, long held, in North Korea, have been, thanks to Don, released by Kim.  On their way home, to US.  On their way home, to kin.  Big, win-wins, for Don … and Kim.

Rx

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

“Real and fake topical news.  And history too.  Real.  And, fake.  Step by step, instructions. Tweet it.  Blog it.  Finally, disseminate that Rx prescription, pursuant to, my instructions.”

“From Twitter disseminate Rx prescriptions, planetary.  Twitter, because Don … tweeting, made popular.  Twitter, because, ‘Twitter Diplomacy,’ as a legacy, Don sees ye, … leaving.”

“Twitter Diplomacy however may be, the least of his legacy, to ye.  Sharing a Nobel Peace Prize pales next to realizing the noble goal of at last finally evolving, from war, to peace.”

“Resuming the evolution ye were well on course for, until Caligastia’s underling … Satan, threw a monkey-wrench into everything.  Stunting your evolution, from war … to peace.”

Said Pen, on the inaugural, soiree:  “Pen … a recipe.  An algorithm.  An (Rx, prescription), of real, and fake, news.  Tweet it. Blog it.  Then, disseminate … it.  That … Rx prescription.”

MADDENING QUESTIONS

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews?  And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories, say … happened to them?  There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake news.

There’s no news breaking, real or fake, anymore.  Armageddon came and went. Written, was nary, a story. No one living, to tell dead men, that nothing … anymore … gets written.

Signs in English, Hebrew and Arabic, are installed in … Rosetta Stone fashion; in Hebrew, English and Arabic side by side, explaining what happened here to Arabs … and the Jews.

What is to happen at Har Meggido (Armageddon), to Arabs and to Jews?  And to brothers’ armies, gathered? Is Har Meggido (Armageddon), for Arabs and Jews, an end … to better?

“Maddening to me,” muses Arthur. “Those questions, and seemingly an infinite number, of others, drove Arthur to drink. Then to the very brink … of the abyss. To fall … forever.

Then, Friday, 12-21-12: Three life saving, electrocutions. Then, soirees nightly. On Luna.  Wining and dining on wine and cheese. But especially, on the philosophies … of Urantia.

What happened to the ‘chosen’ Jews? And the chosen Arabs. What do the breaking news stories say, happened to them? There’s no media to read. No real news. No fake … news.

PRESIDENT PENCE

To:  Members of the United Nations Security Council:  Urantia’s future is in … your hands. Kim, Don, Xi, Vlad, Emmanuelle and Angela.  Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.

Counsel wisdom, with respect, to the lands.  By the time many read this, President Pence,(Don having been forced to resign) shall have, in the White House, taken up … residence.

Buzz advises Art that Mike, lately, has taken to standing in front, of his bathroom mirror, and intoning, “President Pence,” to himself, and saying, “got a ring to it,” … to, the mirror.

Don didn’t hear that.  Mike was alone, in his private bathroom.  Yet Don senses ambition, unbridled, in Mike.  Ambition to take his place, as 45th, president.  Not, blind … ambition.

HALCYON DAYS

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, the original, ‘halcyon days’ were … calm, days … wintry.

Funny.  Words.  And the meanings, of them.  And how, they came to be.  Then.  And now. In a very real sense Arthur’s been ‘shocked’ at how invaluable they are.  Then.  And now.

Then; as in since Friday, December, twenty-first, of 2012, all three of them; Kim, Don and Arthur by lightning electrocuted, have been dreaming together.  Now … they understand.

Now, they understand.  They understand now that everybody’s wrong, about everything. That bears, much, repeating.  Everybody’s been wrong, about … practically … everything.

“I know one thing; I know nothing;” a so-called, Socratic paradox; the well-known saying, as if unknown, derived from Plato’s account of the Greek philosopher Socrates, is saying,

to us:  Homo sapiens.  Be wise more than in name only.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.  Learn why ants, link.  Learn why the caged bird, sings.

Arthur does, nostalgically recall, the halcyon days; those then seemingly endlessly, sunny, days of youth (not really); in fact, ‘halcyon days,’ originally were … calmer days … wintry.

KA-BOOM  

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  In alchemy.  From algorithms.  And it’ll be easy. As easy as ABC.  Only for him.  Only for Don.  And Kim.  Co-Peace Nobel, winners … to be.

Co winners of Peace Nobels in 2018 shall be … Presidents … Kim and Don.  Peace may be. Whether it blooms, or goes boom, is up to them.  The bottom line is peace may be, maybe.

Co winners of Peace Nobels may be, Kim and Don.  Peace, may be.  But whether it blooms or goes boom is up to them.  Brave decisions, must they make, on the doom, in ka-booms.

Recapping:  Dictators rule.  But circumstances, dictate.  Not one thing … but … everything. Not just max pressure, twitter-diplomacy, good looks and a … debonair … air.  Everything.

Bottom line.  A candle’s burning, on both ends.  Bob’s investigation of a clear and present, danger, racing, to extinguish the Hydra, of a flame.  Everybody … extorting the president.

“DEEP STATE, WITCH, HUNT!  Sad!  Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead of Ray I’ve got, Rudy. Where’s my Ray Cohn?  Instead, I’ve got, Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  Rudy.  My cell mate … Rudy.

A panacea.  For Urantia.  Nee … Pangaea.  From algorithms, alchemy.  And it shall be easy. As easy as ABC.  But only for them.  For Don.  And Kim.  Co … Peace Prize winners … to be.

RUDY! RUDY! RUDY!

President Don.  Champion of all Americans, resisting efforts by the Chinese Communists, imposing … Orwellian nonsense … as political correctness.  On capitalistic … Communists.

Hail … Don!  Leading US against encroaching, foreign civilizations.  Chinese … trade spies. Raping, drug-smuggling, Mexicans.  And albeit not really, one most insidious.  The … FBI.

The FBI.  The insidious, FBI.  Hoover, Freeh, Mueller, Comey, Rosenstein … and company. Vanguard, of the Deep State.  And the Deep State, shadows me.  Conspiring … against me.

Conspiring, against me.  Against the agenda of Americans … who elected me.  Conspiracy. Conspiracy against me.  In self-defense, Rudy’s, purposely vague, Deep State, conspiracy!

Rudy.  Comic relief.  Art’s gotta admit.  The Author of everything … has a flair for comedy. As Rudy, like all of the Don’s victims, succumbs to the career ending, Don-toxin, tragically.

All to seemingly, game ending … end plays.  But the games seemingly, shall … ‘never’ end. Not in this generation.  But Kim and Don and their brothers … know.  Everything … ends.

President Don.  Champion of all Urantians, resisting efforts … by the Communist Chinese, to impose Orwellian nonsense, as political correctness from the very capitalist … Chinese.

WHAT CHUTZPAH!

What chutzpah!  Donaldo commemorating, Cinco de Mayo, with a tweet, so, hypocritical. An ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals.

The ugliest American is a fanatic, surely no fan, of brother and sister, Mexican, nationals. No matter, what hopeful, and colorful white lies, he lets fly out from, his shameless, anal.

Cinco de Mayo.  For Mexicans, it is, what is, Fourth of July, for Americans.  Independence Day.  For Mexicans, independence, from the French.  For US, from Britain, independence.

With the Battle of Puebla, in 1862, the last of the Old World colonial powers, France, slips, off the stage, just like the English.  And just like the Spanish … previously.  Power.  It slips.

PARADIGMS

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would have for us.  If only, we cooperate … in time.

Cooperation.  Not a strong suit, of Urantia’s, humanity.  Lying, too ingrained … in psyches. But cooperation is behavior, learned.  And a failure to duly plan, is a plan … to fail, verily.

Fail not then to have as centerpiece of man’s plan, Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation and man’s linchpin, behavior modification.  Change … the paradigm … from nations … to man.

Abandon the artifice, of nationality.  Adopt, in its stead, the reality, of a shared, humanity. Anachronisms, the nations.  Anachronisms too, soldiers laden. with mistaken, ideologies.

Like America, or indeed, any nation … first.  But, fear not.  Chameleons … are our leaders. From Luna they see what the future may bring for Urantia.  Chameleons, are our leaders.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

On timely unraveling of a presidency in time, with the unraveling of a paradigm, in time, to evolve to the global community, He would, have for us.  If we but, cooperate … in time.

UNRAVELING

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her best, lying … for the president.

“Were you lying?” Awkward for Sarah, tasked with speaking on behalf, of President Don.  A question highlighting the difficulty upon a White House communications office, capon.

Frank questions highlight extraordinary difficulty, upon a White House communications office that Don’s Don-toxin has effectively, emasculated.  A proud rooster, become, capon.

Donald  said he would have been happy to answer all of Special Counsel Bob’s questions.  But the investigation, is a witch hunt.  His lawyers will not let him, answer the questions.

His lawyers will not allow him to answer Bob’s questions.  And so, for the very first time, Don says he will do as his lawyers say.  But he’s, Don.  So he lies, for the umpteenth time.

Donald’s lying for an umpteenth time.  That, my fellow Americans is a whole lot of lying.  On Don’s lying for a living and living … to lie.  The web woven is … wickedly … deceiving.

Unraveling.  Imploding.  Questions being asked of Sarah by White House correspondents are getting, embarrassing.  Hard to watch.  Sarah does her lying, best … for the president.

EMILY

More goes on than meets the eye of art; that’s to say, than meets the eye of (wo)man.  One Sumerian poet; Enheduanna, Urantia’s first author.  She, daughter, of the Great … Sargon.

Sappho’s another prolific lady poet, perhaps composing as many as 10,000 lines of verse. Greek, and from the island, of Lesbos.  Her poetry, extraordinary, now is, lost to us, verse.

Beyond poetry, Sappho is well known, as a symbol of love and desire … between women, earning her a reputation on Urantia … as lover … of them.  A fine example … of a woman.

Female poets.  A fine example … for we men.  One, Arthur’s heart … has taken … with her. She is Emily.  Iconoclast.  Recluse.  She hid her heart, from others.  Art is in love with her.

A GIFT BASKET

 

Art owes his life to his brother.  For of dread writer’s block (permanently, it seems), Don, cured, Art.  No trifling thing.  Blocks, of writers.  But Don’s wrecker, disguised as builder.

Asked about White House officials being caught off guard by a surprise disclosure, Rudy, told fake news CNN, on Thursday:  “They were.  There was … no way … they wouldn’t be.

The president is my client.  I don’t talk to them” says Rudy.  Straight from the mouthpiece of the President.  The newly named, Rudy; as if, Minister, to the Minister, of Information.

“A rose by any other name, would smell as sweet.” Analogously, an idiot or moron by any other name, would seem, as stupid.  So seems, a Rudy-Don, governmental, tandem … any.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

INTERVENING

Having seen more than enough, the Watcher, is intervening.  By the electrocution of Kim, Don and Art, 12-21-12.  On Penemue’s, intervention.  On a timely, electrocution … of them.

Kim, Don and Arthur were, on that fateful day, simultaneously, by ball lightning, stricken. Since then, three megalomaniacals have soireed together on Luna, in Urantian, evenings.

Kim in Pyongyang.  Don in New York.  Art, in San Juan.  Three.  Stricken.  Simultaneously. Ask Art not, the who nor the how, of how the three men, were stricken … simultaneously.

Nor ask Art of the provenance of the Don-toxin injected in Don by Vladimir’s henchmen. Not because Art doesn’t know the answers, but rather because, indeed … he knows them.

Verily he knows, shocking, answers.  Arthur’s revealing them, in answer to the bluebirds. Questioning, “What’s happening,” the bluebirds question, man’s answers … to His Words.

Since the evening after that fateful Friday Arthur, the prodigal, dreams … with brethren. With Kim and Don.  And guest, brethren.  Like Vlad and Xi, our wily … eastern, brethren.

The Watcher, Penemue, has intervened.  Beyond, the electrocutions of Kim, Don and Art. 12-21-12.  His intervention’s proof positive; more goes on here, than meets the eye, of art.

RECAPPING

Recapping:  Kim and Don race to make a deal just as he reneges on Iran, NATO … and US. Not Even Vlad, can trust anymore, His Mole-Man, in Washington … the President … of US.

“Mole-Man.”  That’s what Vlad calls Donald. Because Don’s underground, in Washington. Draining a swamp for the Russian motherland. Acting in the interests, of Vladimir Putin.

Acting in the interests of Vladimir Putin is Donald.  Mole-Man. The … ugliest … American. Author of ‘Shithole Territories’, ‘A Fart of A Deal’ and now, ‘The Ugliest, Ever … American.’

What Bob wants to ask Don about obstruction … and collusion.  And on what … it means. Who’s demeaned when one man’s idiot, is another’s, moron? Words, analogously, mean.

Idiot.  Moron.  Pejoratives.  Synonomous, practically.  Describing one, by definition, unfit, for the presidency.  Reckless.  Impulsive.  Rash and brash is the president.  Totally … unfit.

That Vlad refers to Don, in private, as ‘mole-man’ ought strike many, as tragi-comic, irony, fit, for no self-respecting, planet.  That we merely … watch … while … the Watcher … sees.

We, merely watch.  The Watcher … sees.  And tweaks, by the tweets, of twitter diplomacy, history.  And Nobels, hang in the balance.  For a Kim-Don Plan, born of twitter diplomacy.

AN ELEPHANT TALE

The parable of the blind men and an elephant comes to us from the ancient, proto-Indian subcontinent, from where it’s been, diffused.  A most invaluable, lesson, from blind, men.

To know truth, each blind man feels one part of an elephant’s body.  Each feels, one part.   A tusk, trunk or tail.  And each described the elephant … whole … according … to its part. 

Moral:  (Wo)men have a tendency to project their partial experiences as the whole truth, ignoring others.  Know ye this: if ye know but part of … the truth ye know not … the truth.

The parable became very well known in Europe with John Godfrey Saxe’s poetic version, with its final verse, so profoundly and logically, explanatory.  A brief course … in wisdom.

The elephant, metaphorically, is God.  The blind men, the sundry, religions.  Disagreeing, as men are wont to do, on matters, not privy, to men.  If only, on principle … disagreeing.

On disagreeability and disagreeable, natures.  And on peace and prosperity.  A tall order, for … a disagreeable, lot.  But dictator Kim and apprentice dictator Don never, say never.

Dictator Kim and the apprentice dictator Don never ever, say never.  Never’s not in Don’s vocabulary. “Where there’s a will there’s a way,” they say.  So say, the Kim … and the Don.

BROTHERS’ DRUTHERS

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers.  And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

Circumstances more than dictators, dictate decisions.  And under … these circumstances, odd, happenings, are favored. Dictating in Kim and Don’s favor are odd … circumstances.

Circumstances like a huge world, made tiny.  Fates, reduced to the circumstance, of place, of birth, and or, citizenship. And to the dominant circumstances, of nationality, and race.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit under these circumstances, of their radical … Plan … Kim-Don. Don’s lamer in a second year of his presidency than any lame duck president before him.

Co-winners will be announced on December 10.  One may be Kim. And one may be Don. Co-winners may mitigate for the Committee, the controversy of … Nobel Laureate … Don.

On Kim and Don’s pursuit of their radical Plan, Kim-Don.  On sharing a Nobel, attaining, global peace and prosperity and personal security and prosperity securely maintaining.

North Korea’s Kim has his druthers. And a notion that Mongolia is … a friendly, country. In Mongolia shall meet an emboldened Kim, with a weakened Don … in all … probability.

THINKIN’ OUTTA DA BOX

North Korean media hail, ‘historic’ summit.  A significant measure of Kim’s commitment.  But commitment’s much better measured by Kim’s … actions.  So, look for President Kim,

increasingly, to collude, with Don.  For peace and prosperity, by signature, Plan, Kim-Don. To promote two chameleons in dramatic transition as much as if not more than the Plan.

Think out of your boxes.  Your minds, immured, your very thoughts, on Urantia, a prison. A paradigm, unnatural.  Kim and Don know now, from their soirees on Luna … of prison.

PROGRESS

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

On historic implementation of Plan Kim-Don by the namesakes of the Plan, Kim and Don. And on the confluence of events, ever in the flux of motion, ever toward …  Kim and Don.

Progress is, by its nature, positive; oft working, in fits and starts.  So, it is of little wonder, that little of what’s happening, makes much if any, ‘realistic’ sense.  It’s of little … wonder.

Unlike the wonder inspired by a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses even … imagination. Yet imaginations try to imagine a God so Great His Wisdom surpasses, even, imagination.

Imaginations have, on Luna, in soiree, imagined.  Secret, back channel, communications. How elite chameleons, sans losing perks, may do the right thing for future … generations.

Will Kim or Don win outright, or share, the 2018, Peace Nobel?  Winners pronounced on, December 10, vie among, 329 candidates.  On historic implementation, of Plan, Kim-Don.

NOBEL

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon, speculation on Don’s becoming, very likely, the most unlikely, Nobel Peace Prize winner … has begun.

Both Kim and Don, may stake their claims to the award, this year.  So, Don’s aides, claim. as claims an oddsmaker from Britain (according to New York Magazine).  On … co-claims.

Even Republican Sen. Lindsey O. Graham, so oft critical of the President on foreign policy matters sounds really excited about possibly resolving the Korean Peninsula … quandary.

Senator Graham says, “If this happens President Trump deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.”  On winning, or sharing with his Korean co-architect of peace, Kim, the Nobel Peace Prize.

And on an implausible race to force Don’s resignation ere he wins, Nobel’s … Peace Prize. Peace Prizes.  Lines of writing.  Imprisoned minds.  Reading between them … do the wise.

Can Don win a Nobel Peace Prize?  With peace, like a mirage on the horizon … flickering, Don’s becoming the most unlikely Nobel Peace Prize winner.  This is … what’s happening.

INCRIMINATION

Irony, thickens. That Michael, who’d never done the right thing by behaving badly, moral, might yet, be the catalyst for an immoral, status quo, transformed.  A revolution … moral.

Don has mounted an effort to profile Kim, including intelligence gathered in debriefings, of others who know Kim, including ex-NBA star Dennis Rodman, and classmates, of Kim.

BLACKMAILING BLUEBIRDS

Michael.  Mike was the guest speaker at last evening’s soiree on Luna.  And all agreed on his having invoked the protections of the Fifth Amendment, against self … incrimination.

Enter, back channel communications; it is Don’s intelligence link to movers and shakers. That’s how Don’s intel briefers, brief him, on what Kim’s planning, in games, of checkers.

Don’s updating government files on Kim’s behavior, motives, personality and leadership, style.  To have a strategy for dealing with Kim.  To take advantage of their … relationship.

Such as it is.  No matter.  Kim, in ‘diplo-speak’, is a ‘black box’.  Even in it, ye see, nothing. What matters is that Art’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, bluebirds, blackmailing.

Arthur’s brothers have agreed to be bound by, blackmailing, bluebirds.  That is to say, by Art’s tweets reminding them of statements on Luna … contradicted on Urantia … by lies.

Men, especially, the leaders of men, do not the right thing unless obliged to, by dictating, circumstances, overriding them.  And that is, what is, on Urantia and Luna … happening.

Verily.  Mike spoke, at last night’s soiree.  Convincingly.  And his brothers agree with him, beyond his having invoked protections of a Fifth Amendment against self incrimination.

ON DD AND PP

Michael:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea was it?  Was it a crude attempt, at low-brow humor? Was it humorless misogyny?  Or just a tragi-comic coincidence, not intended … to humor?

No matter.  It matters not, that ye answer to your brother, Arthur Everman … on Twitter.  Truly, what was intended matters of course.  But it is for a jury of your peers, to consider.

It shall be, Michael, for your peers, to consider.  It shall be for them to consider, whether, a rookie deep state is in a White House.  And a rookie president is of Don-toxin, a carrier.

Don’s lawyer, Michael, has declared that he will assert his Fifth Amendment right to aver against self-incrimination in the lawsuit filed by DD, an adult-entertainment entertainer.

Mike:  On DD and PP.  Whose idea, was it?  Yours?  The President’s?  How, embarrassing. No wonder, you’re taking the fifth.  Answer not, questions … criminally … embarrassing.

Refuse to answer embarrassing questions, if honest answers may land ye … in the pokey. Don’t cave in, to Bob’s pressure.  And if in the pokey ye may land, Don, MAY … pardon ye.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

On that agreement they reneged too.  That, from last night’s soiree on Luna.  Accordingly, Art’s transcribing the minutes of all of the soirees’ proceedings for their publication daily.

Any use by Don of the pardon power to pardon one, so connected, to Bob’s investigation, into Russian, election interference, might well be considered … of justice, an obstruction.

Not to mention … against, US … treason.  For all these reasons, and for more, hereinafter, blackmail, bluebirds, in the days and nights, to come, the brothers, suicidal … on Twitter:

WHITE LIES AND BLACKMAIL

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

Blackmail.  The very word, conjures … evil.  And Arthur’s ashamed that he can not find in man something more positive to change things than the negativity in shame’s … shaming.

Alas, it is what it is.  But it need not, forever, be that way.  Art’s poetic license to blackmail was granted to Art by Penemue, the Watcher.  From Pen Art has, a license … to blackmail.

To force a revolution in our evolution.  For good not evil, Art has a license … to blackmail. Even the blackmailees know they won’t do the right thing, unless they are … blackmailed.

Accordingly, the parties; that select club of dictator-brothers, megalomaniacal … agree in principle, on peace.  On not returning to Urantia, lying.  On lunar words … not, reneging.

And on that agreement too, they reneged.

CLIMAXING 

On climaxing, on Urantia.  Toward, a revolution, in our evolution.  On the electrocutions, of Kim, Don and Art on 12-21-12.  A climactic day in more than just wild … imaginations.

12-21-12.  A day climactic, so seemingly anti-climactic.  That nothing seemingly happened doesn’t mean, nothing happened.  Arthur’s leaking minutes to make happenings, happen.

Blackmailing, as it were, the blackmailers.  “White lies,” Hope described them as at soiree one evening.  And she should know.  Even the pure heart of Hope, the Don-toxin, swayed.

Tragic for Hope.  But not for … hope.  For hope springs eternal … within us.  Buoying … us, even in this dark sea of lies.  Even as we grope, blindly; hope springs eternal … within us.

Kim.  Don.  Vlad.  Xi.  And sundry, others.  Megalomaniacals, all.  All in soiree, sing songs, together.  That’s in soiree, at night, on Luna.  But in days on Earth, muted are … the songs.

The Earthlings (Urantians, really), get along well together, on Luna.  On Urantia, they get along terribly.  Fraternally sung are the songs on Luna.  On Urantia the songs they forget.

Ironically, it was Hope who suggested that soiree participants use white lies to blackmail, themselves.  All acceded to Art’s publication of this poem in poetic license … to blackmail.

LEAKING

Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  For maximum pressure on them. To max the probability that they’ll do the right thing keep maximum pressure … on them.

On leaking the news.  Real, fake … news.  Or is it?  What is seemingly happening … seems, surreal.  Too seemingly contrived, to be, really … real.  Everything is contrived … it seems.

The feeling that everything is contrived seems that way because, it is that way, seemingly. And that is not the way it is, cross-universally.  Deception, on Urantia, grows perniciously.

Lying, lies at the heart of the Urantian tragi-comedy.  For the moment, only by dreaming, may (wo)man see, a more, natural, state.  In back channel, communications … dreaming.

This then is what is surreally happening.  The brothers on Luna, soiree, nightly; agreeing, in principle, on peace.  Upon returning to Urantia they lie, on their lunar words reneging.

So Art’s leaking minutes of the dictators’ soirees, on Luna.  To put maximum pressure on them.  Maxing the probability that they’ll do the right thing, keep maximum pressure, on.

CARBON FARMING

Carbon, the elementary building block of life is constantly flowing from the atmosphere  … to plants … into animals, and then, marvelously, right back again, into the atmosphere.

Ought we not consider the hows and whys of plants being used to pull carbon, from, sky?Chameleons are politicians.  On a Kim-Don Plan’s plan to as if ‘pull’ carbon, from the sky?

BETWEEN THE LINES READING

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

President Don’s fury at Rob Rosenstein peaked, soon after Jeff’s deputy attorney general, OKed the FBI’s raid on the president’s personal attorney, his lapdog, attack dog, Michael.

And even a man of limited intellect can read on the wall the testimonials and the coming testimony of Michael.  Damning testimony of abused dog Michael … shall be forthcoming.

On reading the handwriting on the wall.  And wisely reading, between the lines.  Reading between lines even better than reading the lines themselves, reveals … what’s happening.

PRE-GAME POSTURING

What President Kim Jong un may lose by demolishing its nuclear test site and submitting  to a unilateral moratorium on intercontinental ballistic missile, launching … is … trifling.

Compared to that gained sitting alongside a President, albeit a President Don, in waiting.  It’s worthwhile to Kim.  To sit alongside, even a President awaiting investigatory findings.

On what Kim Jong un and the Don mean, when they are talking about, denuclearization.  CVID.  It’s about:  Complete.  Verifiable.  Irreversible.  Dismantlement.  Denuclearization.

Kim concedes, south says.  He is no longer demanding the withdrawal of US troops, from the Korean, peninsula.  Two concessions.  No withdrawal and complete denuclearization.

MONGOLIA

 

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

Kim Jong un could share (with Don), or win outright, for himself, a Nobel, Peace … Prize. Notwithstanding, everything.  Make, no mistake.  Both covet, Albert Nobel’s, Peace Prize.

 

Kim and Don are aiming high; and that their mark’s, a joint Peace Prize …  is no surprise. It well behooves, both of them.  That they each, win.  That they each, win … a Peace Prize.

And make no mistake about the twin dilemmas, of the Kim and the Don:  On coming, out. Coming out from the security … of presidencies.  From the security of power, coming out.

Coming out means affirmatively abandoning the trappings of powers … that shield them.  Coming out is only seemingly against their best interests.  Coming out is interesting them.

Coming out’s interesting.  But make no mistake.  Each is a dictator.  And dictators, dictate. What’s happening is not of the volition of Kim and the Don.  But, circumstances … dictate.

A MORALITY PLAY

Israel celebrates its 70th, with typical, Israeli style:  With rancor and raucous, bickering.    Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like everybody.  With, raucous … bickering.

Israel suffers herself, and everyone else, just like, everybody.  With, raucous … bickering. Over one thing, or another.  But God willing, all this bickering may be … oddly … uniting.

God willing, all this bickering may turn out to be surreally … uniting; a … morality … play. A morality play.  Its author’s our Creator.  Its setting is Urantia.  And it’s in play every day.

On what is happening (unofficially) officially between Kim Jong un and Donald J. Trump.  And their megalomaniacal brothers.  In soiree.  On, the moon.  The brothers of … Trump.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

Don’s in direct talks with Kim Jong un.  And in … indirect, back channel, communications, with him.  Typical international diplomacy.  Direct talks when for … public consumption.

Indirect back channels, for maximum secrecy.  To effect, to the maximum, Plan Kim-Don. Plan Kim-Don.  It’s what’s happening (unofficially), officially between Kim … and the Don.

EIGHT LIE TO EIGHT BILLION

Yeah … right!  That do as we say, not as we do stuff, doesn’t wash, any more.  Eight billion sharing Urantia with ye can not believe what ye say, anymore.  Eight lie … to eight billion.

BASHAR

Bashar; the unrepentant, so-called president of ALL the Syrians.  President Bashar was in attendance, last night on Luna.  Not as a ‘Syrian’, but rather as just any other … Urantian.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Dozens are dead in alleged gas attack, in Syria; the Assad regime, denies the allegations.    SANA, the Syrian state news agency, is citing an “official source,” denying the allegations.

The report; a “blatant attempt to hinder the army’s advance.”  Fake news, in other words. History, in revision.  On how spinning became on Urantia, a popular, pastime, for words.

On how Bashar yearns for the ‘good old days,’ perhaps more than any other of his errant brothers.  On the errant Syrian brother, whom is also, the so-called … Syrian … president.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Whether ye describe it as stain like Jim or toxin like Art, something’s going on, with Don. “The stain,” Art in lieu of saying, thought, “is but the physical manifestation, of the toxin.”

 

THE MOTHER OF ALL CONSPIRACIES

Allegedly, the Kim clan has executed, thousands; Kim’s re-education camps, reeducating, dissidents, and imprisoned families, together.  A challenge to … truth, and reconciliation.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A, weakening US, strengthening them, play.

A joint play is in play.  Short term; just, to divide US; long term; to divide US, among them. So, a mole-man, in Washington, they conspire to, prop up.  To blunt charges, against him.

A weakening US, strengthening them, joint, Vlad-Xi-play … is in play.  That is to say, a play, by Vlad and Xi and other players, to play US, one against … the other.  A nefarious … play.

To a Kim-Don Plan play up, prop up, Don.  Weakening US.  Strengthening them.  A Vlad-Xi play is now in play.  A play to play US one day against one another. A most nefarious play.

A brilliant … play.  Playing US one against, the other.  The oldest trick, in the book.  A play, a favorite, of Sun Tsu’s.  And if it sounds familiar its because it’s Vlad’s … play … in replay.

Vlad’s play.  In replay.  And if it sounds familiar, it’s because Vladimir’s men run it all day, thinking, “I’ll run it all day.  All day.  If US won’t stop us,”  we’ll run it all, the live long, day.

Unless Vlad, Don’s decision, amends, in which case it is Vladimir’s decision … that is final. For Don defers to no man.  And to no man’s decision.  Vladimir’s decisions only, are final.

Vladimir today shall toast in his very own, honor.  And in honor of Xi and Kim.  Together, they stymie, the west.  Stymie the west.  That’s best if east and west hope. to live together.

WILL

On a Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to humanity’s, non-negotiable … ills.  To test in Korea, ere export to, Pakistan, India, Israel … and Iran.  On summoning the will,

to change a paradigm.  His ways are mysterious.  Where there’s a will there’s a way.  Will we will ourselves away, from killing?  Will we will a way not to wantonly, maim and kill?

@GenDunford @thejointstaff:  A tweet telegraphing a military operation, is one breaking national security policy protocols, or OPSEC.  Backtracking, is not happening.  Just saying,

just saying, strikes on Syria may not be imminent, does not allay, telegraphing, top secret operations.  Claiming to be “Just kidding,” allays not telegraphing operations … top secret.

ON FIGHTING, ANOTHER DAY

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

France and Britain, may back him.  In the interim, walking back, with alacrity, is the Don. Discretion is, the better part, of valor.  So walking back, with remarkable, alacrity, is Don.

WALKING BACK

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles.  And their launchers for attack, targeting.

Hesitating, is Don.  Contemplating is he, a shoot down, embarrassing.  So, he is hesitating. So far, he’s losing.  Losing to Vlad, again.  It’s as if Russia, from all sides, Don … is banging.

Karmic.  The irony in Russians banging Don, from all sides.  And the irony, in everything. Karmic.  The irony, in everything.  As in the Kremlin’s candidate screwing up everything.

The candidate of the Kremlin is screwing up, everything.  Royally.  Vladimir is even sorry, he hatched the idea to compromise Don.  So he’d be a Russian asset of a KGB … fraternity.

Sweet.  Vlad’s “Our man, in Washington Plan,” had been working, flawlessly.  Everything, just fine and dandy.  Then the Don, got to thinking.  “I am in position to grab everything.”

Don warns missiles ‘will be coming’ in Syria, leaving little, wiggle-room.  Vlad is warning US in turn that he’ll be shooting down missiles … and launchers … attacking  in … WW III.

Don says attack of Syria “could be very soon, or not so soon at all.”  Walking back, is Don. Don is, walking back.  Maybe France and Britain, may back him.  Walking back … is Don.

SYRIAN FOLLIES

Bashar, is on … “high alert.”  Vlad is bemoaning, violence.  Xi is urging, restraint.  Playing coy, is Kim.  Just taking, it all, in.  In spite of himself, his historic statesmanship, enjoying.

But in the subconscious of each of them, the Kim-Don Plan, is percolating, to a climaxing. Senseless posturing, warmongering, and warring itself, must be outlawed, by a … Ruling.

The intended, end of May meeting between the two, has now given way, to early … June.  Coincidentally, it is on the ides of June that Don may celebrate a 73rd year, a 73rd … June.

On June 15th or thereabouts Don’s presidency ends and Don’s ministry begins.  In … June. The Don’s presidency’s end, begins, in June.  A global ministry, to him, beckons … in June.

EUREKA

BREAKING:  On testing in Korea before prior to export to Pakistan, India, Israel and Iran. On what might yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer to … (wo)man.

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last night, in soiree, on Luna, best dictates … how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  In just, one generation; in just one generation, we the signatories, of the Kim-Don plan, visionarily see, the fruit of a fruit tree, bearing its fruit … seasonally.

The Golden Rule.  It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agree, best dictates, how to rule.  Lost to US, it has been.  But, EUREKA, Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don, have found it.

The Golden Rule. Do unto others as ye would have them do unto ye.  As simple as can be. It was the Rule, once upon a time.  Because, it was simple.  As simple as simple … can be.

Long lost, it has been.  Kim and Don, have found it.  At last, Kim and Don … have found it. And at long last Kim and the Don, have found it.  At long last Kim and Don, have found it.

A Golden, Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.” A Golden Rule.  It’s gonna be back, thanks to Kim and Don, as Madonna says, “in vogue.”

ON WHAT YET MIGHT BE

On what might, yet be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

It depends.  Everything depends on decisions, ongoing, of the four, aforementioned, men. And prodigal, Art.  He got’s to write, the verse.  He got to write the verse to reverse, them.

To write verse, to reverse, as it were, the conduct of men.  A task, monumental … is Art’s. “Easy as ABC,” says Don.  “Start with the Rule.  Make it your cornerstone, invaluable, Art.”

It is the ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It, Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi agreed last evening in soiree on Luna, best dictates, how to rule.

Going forward, that is.  After we’ve cashed in all the perks, we’ve got coming.  Art’s points are well taken though.  We agree in principle that no one man ought rule the whole joint.

We agree that no one man ought rule the whole planet.  And we further agree, as follows: We are a natural family.  Not, artificial, nations.  And we further agree, as next … follows:

On what next, may be.  The Kim-Don Plan.  Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi’s answer, to (wo)man’s, ills.  To be tested in Korea before later export … to … Pakistan … India … Israel … and Iran.

WATERBOARDING

A fine chap Bashar might have been, if only a devotee, of the Golden Rule … he had been. Imagine.  Imagine if a devotee of the Rule he’d been.  What otherwise … might have been.

Bashar.  The so-called Syrian, president.  Perhaps, no one, more than him, stands to gain.  From a Kim-Don Plan borrowed, Truth and Reconciliation, no one more than him, gains.

No one stands to gain more than the Syrian Urantian, Bashar.  To impress that upon him, we, waterboarded him, last night, on Luna.  We impressed him, by waterboarding … him.

And Bashar was duly impressed, with the lesson inherent in his brothers’ waterboarding, of him.  Gasping for air Vlad’s face was the first face he saw upon his last, waterboarding.

Vlad thought then to Bashar, “Don’t worry.  Be happy.  This too shall pass.  Waterboarding is soon to be, a tragic relic, of Urantian history.  Save for the water sports, waterboarding.

And a fine chap Bashar might yet be if only a devotee of the Golden Rule he might yet, be. Imagine.  Imagine, if a devotee of the Rule he may be.  What still otherwise, might yet, be.

On what might yet be.  Art’s Kim-Don Plan answer to man’s ills has but lacked a platform. Incorporating Truth and Reconciliation, it appeal to self-interest.  It’s a matter, of reform.

LIPS

Art, here.  Posting, daily (in, selfie) from here on Urantia and with my brothers … nightly, from soiree, on Luna.  On what’s with, Kim and Don.  Two sad characters, most certainly.

On goings on too, with Vlad and Xi.  And on what is so sadly happening … surreptitiously. Or alternatively, what’s happily happening between them so suspiciously, surreptitiously.

On what’s happening.  At least, seemingly.  To just one person, only.  Lying’s surreptitious. It poisons relationships.  Truth is up front and above board.  The truth isn’t surreptitious.

Sadly, that is what has seemingly, ever been happening.  (Wo)men lying … to one another. Happily, however, Luna’s ‘ambiance’ of an atmosphere favors, the truth.  It, is … in order.

That is to say, that what is thought on Urantia, is true.  Thoughts make lips … superfluous, by bypassing them.  Loose lips too, sink ships.  So they’re been deemed to be, superfluous.

Evolutionarily, lips have been deemed to become, eventually, superfluous.  It just may be thought is more conducive to truth, than speech.  Or it may be the wine … and the cheese.

On wine and cheese.  And on the consumers of them, in soiree, on the surface … of Luna. On Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi.  On what’s, with them.  Four of the saddest men … on Urantia.

VLAD-ATTACK

On Russia’s panicky call for UN security council meeting re Salisbury nerve agent attack.  On damage to foreign policy of attacks abroad by Russians, in broad daylight.  On attacks

with weapons, prohibited.  On Novichok.  A nerve agent.  Only manufactured, in Russia. On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even when … not in Russia.

On attacks, ordered by Vlad.  It is dangerous to be a Russian, even, when … not in Russia. On attacks ordered by Vlad.  Vlad-attacks.  The International Criminal Court, eyes Russia.

An International Criminal Court, has its eyes, on Russia.  And on its President, Vlad Putin. The International Criminal Court, is eyeing Russia.  And its President … Vladimir … Putin.

“We have told our British colleagues that ‘you’re playing with fire … and you’ll be sorry’,” Vassily, a growling Russian UN Ambassador, told a meeting of the UN Council of Security.

It was an attempted murder-suicide.  Alternatively, it was, perhaps, an act of God, maybe. Maybe it was an act, of God.  Maybe, it’s His fault.  The point is; it could’ve, been anybody.

So, why this rush to Judgment, against Russia?  Why this rush to Judgment, against Vlad? “You’re playing with fire and you’ll be sorry.”  Why this rush to Judgment … against Vlad?

MOLEMAN

If a mole is neither a burrowing mammal nor a skin anomaly, then a mole may verily be a spy who penetrates over a period of time, the security defenses, of an enemy’s, country.

Art places in nomination the hashtag moniker of the #moleman when one is referencing President Don.  The moleman’s now in his enemy’s presidency.  Messing up … everything.

THE RULE 

On an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter, just, Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how to rule.

Earliest documented in Confucianism the Rule appears prominently … in many religions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism and the rest of the world’s major religions.

Quite a pedigree.  Ought not learning-impaired humanity, adopt the Rule as a transitional moral code perhaps sufficiently holy, to bring hope, to fractious, status quos?  It’s simple.

And secular, friendly.  Not hundreds, of laws; not ten, Commandments.  One Rule … only. That is to say that Judaic laws, Christian Commandments and Pillars, Islamic … rule only

in the spiritual sphere, in transitional, interims.  Nowhere on Urantia shall ecclesiasticals rule on matters … temporal, whether civil … or criminal.  On reversing a paradigm … evil.

On reversing an evil paradigm, institutionalized on Urantia … by Caligastia … and Satan. On reversing a paradigm, illogical, to one, logical.  On the legacy, of Caligastia and Satan.

And an ethic of reciprocity; commonly known as The Golden Rule (hereinafter just Rule). It,  Kim, Don and Art agreed, this past evening (in soiree, on Luna), dictates, how, to rule.

APRIL’S SEXUAL ASSAULT PREVENTION MONTH

The teflon Don in chief, President Don (a renowned, sexual assaulter), has declared April, sexual assault, prevention, month.  As a proclamation, to the nation, it condemns, sexual

assault by those subject to the law.  And it silently condones the crime of … sexual assault, only if like him, ye are above, being charged, with any crime, much less … sexual, assault.

TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION FOR KOREA

It’s only human to wonder.  Let’s wonder together about what is on … Urantia happening. It’s only human.  So, how about gatherings on a surface, lunar, to see, what is happening?

Russian election, interference.  Vlad’s Russian, super-hero, babies.  But lately … Vladimir, soirees, has attended.  And seen:  Everything Urantian, differs, from perspectives, lunar.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

TODAY’S UPDATE:  TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Consider:  Of the megalomaniacal brothers, bit actors, in this tragi-comic … Urantian play, Vlad and Xi, are key.  Consider, the irony.  That they be key, in Greek tragedies … of today.

For the erstwhile Greek tragedies, have diversified their lot, with the Greeks now sharing with the rest of us, tragedy and comedy.  And tragi-comic blends.  Like this, Art’s, sharing.

A tragi-comic blend, Art is sharing.  A story of two Marias and an Emily.  Forever, seeking Emily, is Art and Art’s brothers, too.  On Art and his brothers, their best interests, seeking.

Russian election interference.  Vlad’s baby.  But Vlad’s been, lunar soirees, also attending. He’s been reading between lines, and Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation … reconsidering.

Full of himself, Vlad has been.  Like all of his dictator, brothers.  He, like them, wonders,  about what life and living are really, all about.  All of them. It’s only human … to wonder.

It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?It’s only human to wonder.  How about reasonably wondering about what is, happening?

STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

 

Strongmen.  Men like Kim, Xi and Vlad.  And even, supposedly, democratic, men like Don. Despots and dictators; once physically strongest, a strongman today may be, a weak man.

For all their sundry reasons, a joint play, is in play.  Downplay, Don’s … shenanigans.  Play up, the Kim-Don Plan.  Win for them, Nobels.  A weakening US, strengthening, them, play.

TOWARD, PHOTO-OP, SCIENCE

An armored, mystery … train; a flurry of activity, at a Beijing … guesthouse, that is where, senior North Korean officials are known to stay; tourists barred from Tiananmen Square.

Kim appears to be in Beijing for consultations ahead of summits; one with President Don. Another, with the ROK’s, Moon.  The Moon’s to meet with Kim ere he meets with the Don.

It’s Beijing, ere on to Moscow.  Consultations, ahead of summits; one, a photo-opportunity with President, Don.  On the incredible story underlying this Kim Don photo-opportunity.

Buzz confirms rumors:  Kim’s stopped in China on his way to Russia to meet with … Vlad; Kim’s getting on the same page as Xi and Vlad.  Ye wanna be on the same page … as Vlad.

Ye wanna be on the same page, as Vlad.  Folks deemed, not on his page, on another page, get written.  On the dead page get written the names of those not written, on Vlad’s page.

Xi, in Beijing.  Vlad, in Moscow.  Kim, in Pyongyang and Don, in Washington.  All are … in with the Kim-Don Plan.  With the Kim-Don Plan all (Xi and Vlad, too), are in.  All are … in.

And for all their sundry reasons the joint play is to downplay Don’s shenanigans.  The fix, already, is in.  On how Nobel, upon Kim and Don … came calling.  Already, in … is the fix.

RECAPPING

The Kim-Don Plan.  Art’s, idea.  Jared’s, really.  And it may be, for Kim and Don a win-win, face-saving, Nobel-like, solution.  Everybody gets … something.  And nobody gets nothing.

First, the earthshaking, news.  Urantia … not Earth, is the name, of your planet.  Imagine, taking Arthur to your leader.  He might be Kim.  He might be Don.  Who may ye imagine?

It’ll likely depend on your nation.  Who ye imagine shall vary; on perspective, depending. A paradigm worth changing.  The brothers on that, agreed.  How only … are we, debating.

Last night’s, soiree; extraordinary, by any standard.  Any similarity between the diurnal Kim and Don to the nocturnals of last evening is laughably, tragi-comically, coincidental.

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants to even be with me.  The dread Don-toxin, I carry, just like … Typhoid Mary.

“But there was no, collusion.  Everybody, knows that.  Hillary’s a witch, and a witchhunt, is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

A PANACEA FOR PANGAEA

And just like that; a panacea, for Pangaea.  The Kim-Don, plan.  Just when, coincidentally, no one wants, to represent me.  Of the Don-toxin I am a carrier, just like Typhoid … Mary.

“Not.  There was no collusion.  Everybody knows that.  Hillary’s a witch and a witchhunt,  is this.  There was no collusion I might add, lest I forget.  And this is Hillary’s, witchhunt.”

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.

BAD BEHAVIOR, MODIFYING

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse.  Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don.  “Never again.”  So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them.  To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel, communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don, are all, in.

Ye read that right!  The Kim and the Donald accept by these presents and by the presents, if any, that Bob may wish to present him on the occasion of the birthday of the president.

All to verify cross-universally (again, ye read that right!), that Kim and Don … are all … in. The proof, is in the pudding.  The Kim-Don Plan’s presents cover all infected by the toxin.

Wherefore by the power invested in face-saving Mark, Kim, Don and Arthur, the authors of this magnum opus the Don Toxin Trio as antidote, offer … these numbers … and letters.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

ON THE NEWS

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new. If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

Conversely, if you believe in Don, overarchingly, you too are vulnerable … to fake … news. On discerning a feel for discerning between what is real news and what is, fake … news.

On two.  Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.  Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing, to a larger, purpose.  Is Don allied, with Kim?

Is Don allied, with Kim?  Sound, implausible?  Surely.  Sound, impossible?  Certainly, not.  Such a monumental deception would rank it, among the most monumental of all, or not.

Art’s thinking, “This deception’s monumental.”  So Art, is unsheathing, Penemue’s words. Unsheathing Penemue’s words is Art; founding a school inspired by Penemue’s … words.

On a Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, specializing in the weaponization, of disarming, words.  Toward peace and prosperity contingent but upon, bad … behaviors … modifying.

The desire for something to be true without any real evidence is a grave, nothing … new.  If you believe that Don colluded with Russians then you are vulnerable … to fake … news.

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.

Because the plan’s, the thing.  These tweets, but, ‘maximum pressure,’ in reverse. Arthur can’t ever trust his ever-lying brothers Kim and Don. “Never again.” So thinketh, Arthur.

So thinketh, the returneth, prodigal one … of them. To collaborate … albeit, secretly … in, back-channel communications.  To verify cross-universally, that Kim and Don are, all in.

 

Hate to burst your bubble, kids.  Consider this your rite of passage.  Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

On two. Two, too rapidly installed.  Apparently, Don wants his weapons to do his talking, for him.   Or is Don, allied to Kim?  Bluffing to, a larger, purpose. Is Don allied, with Kim?

Hate to burst your bubble, kids. Consider this your rite of passage. Governments, reflect their constituents.  Accordingly, they lie. And so it’s lying governors we elect, and reelect.

CELEBRATIONS AND REQUIEMS

Don’s talking, to Bob.  “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it.  But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

It’s reassuring to be sure to have such a decisive (and ruggedly good-looking) individual, at the helm of, the ship of state. A good-looking and ruggedly, heroic-looking, individual.

Don’s unraveling. That’s all too painfully, apparent. But rush not to plan on celebrations, nor requiems.  In the throes of denial, is Don. Why is everybody, always picking, on him?

Donald’s unraveling. In the last throes of denial, is Don. He’s wondering why everybody is always picking on him. Plan though, neither celebration, nor requiem … for the Donny.

Plan rather on, once again, the resignation of an American President.  Forced by findings, beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason, Counsel Bob is finding.

On the resignation of another President. Forced to resign by findings beyond scandalous, treasonous. Treasonous. Findings of treason Special Counsel Bob is finding, scandalous.

Don’s talking, to Bob. “Damned be the torpedoes,” says Don.  The more judicious, caution against it. But Don resigns caution, to the wind. To the wind, Don ever resigns … caution.

SECRET AGENT MAN

Imagine … if ye will, a logical extension, of what is already happening … keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them … constantly.  Keep that, in mind.

Keep that in mind as ye read on. Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

Real secret agents. Keep that in mind as ye, read on. Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them. Constantly. Keep that also in mind. Some want but … the death … of Art.

People really wanna know why Kim and Don, get passes and Mulligans … on everything.  On details of the Faustian deal with the devil, upon which Kim and Don, risk, everything.

Ambiance is why Kim and Don dine so well on Luna, but dine not, on Urantian, territory. And while some wagging tongues say it’s herb from that legally fertile Colorado territory,

“Posh,” shall be Kim and Don’s reply in answer to inquiry into any ‘Colorado Territories.’ “Posh,” brusquely was heard in soiree last night answering most everything, of territory.

On ambiance, Urantia, Luna, Kim, Don and Arthur.  On soirees, ball lightning, and three, electrocutions. Ambiance, is why they dine on Luna but dine not, on Urantian, territory.

REGIME CHANGE

“Regime change.  Sabotage.  Subterfuge.  All that, and more.  Ever on,” say Kim and Don.  “Our minions ne’er fail to be, on alert, on the walls.”  So thought last night Kim and Don.

That in practice for what’s intended, for public consumption.  And in practice for … Nobel contention, last night they thought, “Henceforth we Kim and Don, are bound for … Nobel.

On Plan Kim-Don.  Towards understanding, what in the blue blazes, is going on. On Plan Kim-Don. Towards understanding why no one knows what’s going on. On Arthur’s Plan.

Towards understanding what to do ’bout unseemly goings on.  On Plan Kim-Don’s Nobels. Nobels?  Yes, Nobels!  And why not?  Why not Nobels for Kim and Don? Bring on, Nobels.

EAST OF WEST

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  As when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

This then, is the conflict, herein.  Kim and Don, lie by day. Kim and Don lie also, at night. But back-channel diplomatic communications augur, an age for man, as day, from night.

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 presidencies, presidents must do what is … ne’er done. To act in the best interests of all others, as infamously, neither of them, have … ever done.

Triumphing over Don’s venality is not in American hands; in democratic and republican, hands.  Don’s tweeting himself all by himself out of a presidency. Don himself, hang, can.

The Donald hanging himself.  Political suicide … classic … and, moreover … extraordinary. More extraordinary, than anyone of ye, but for the brothers … imagine … so … visionarily.

But imagine, if ye will, a logical extension of what is already happening, keeping in mind that Kim and Don’s agents monitor Art’s tweets to them, constantly.  Keep that … in mind.

MEANWHILE IN FINLAND

Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Even as ye read this, in Finland, Kim and Don’s agents, brief the other agents that shall actually be the mouthpieces … between peoples.  Agents.

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.

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.

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?

“Like any capable lawyer Art already knew the answer, to the question … he was asking.  Keep that in mind as ye read on.  Art is thankful for the new set of questions … for asking.

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.

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,” Penemue, had commissioned.

WORD WEAPONIZATION

“Pen to your brethren,” Penemue had commissioned, “of their epic, tragi-comedy.  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.

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, thinking, “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.

“Self-help.” said Don.  “Juche.” said Kim.  Smiles dawned upon their faces simultaneously.  On when revelation aspires to epiphany.  They, along with Art, embraced simultaneously.

TRUST … BUT VERIFY

The US isn’t coming to any May meeting and/or any future talks or negotiations with Kim, with clean hands. “Trust but verify.”  Both sides would do well to adopt former President

Ron’s mantra:  Kim seems to have become a reasonable, man.  Don’s soon to become one. Apparently.  The more they ponder bigger pictures, the more reasonable … they become.

CIRCUMSTANCES DICTATE

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening. All of what’s happening is happening, on cue. Towards a day when … what is happening,

Towards the day when what happens, is the Don’s, resignation.  The Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history’s surprise reprises. But the Don’s intending surprising,

Bob.  Arthur’s copied Special Counsel Bob to avert the Don’s top-secret-of-Bob, surprising. Not that Bob doesn’t already know Don’s been back channel communicating … with Kim.

And he likely keeps briefed on Art’s alleged hosting of alleged soirees, on the moon of all places, allegedly.  Art’s memorializing, soiree minutes, because Don can’t be trusted at all.

On ‘Twitter-Diplomacy’, ‘Maximum Pressure’ and Kim and Don’s endorsement, of a Kim-Don Plan, of their authorship.  A collaboration has been Kim, Don and Arthur’s … writing.

ON DON”S MENTAL STATE

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

Even as Art writes, Don is unraveling.  Mike is to be President, of US.  That’s no, prophesy. That’s just a logical conclusion to what’s concluding so really ironically, as if, of prophesy.

No prophesy, that.  Just reading, between lines.  And knowing, as Art does … his brothers. Art’s brothers’ representatives, are meeting in Finland, to a Happening, well prepare for.

Kim more than Don, has been receptive of late, in the threes’s evening soirees, atop Luna. Kim more than Don has been more receptive of late, to Arthur’s … siren call … atop Luna.

Arthur’s nightly siren call to his brothers, is now, at last, to be considered.  Not, certainly, because of Art nor a change of heart of Don’s.  Because, circumstances dictate, ruthlessly.

It is because circumstances dictate, ruthlessly, that all of what’s happening, is happening.  All of what’s happening is happening, on cue.  Towards a day when … what is happening,

is Don’s, resignation.  Don’s near resigning himself, to the siren call of history ‘s surprise, reprise.  But Don’s got a surprise of his own, for Bob.  Art’s copied Bob, to avert, surprise.

FAIR WARNING

President Donald:  Consider this, fair tweet, fair warning.  Lying is not, against the letter  of the law, unless, that is, you’re lying, to the Feds. What is done, Donald, is done.  Better,

Kim yet pull your fat from the fire.  Cop a plea.  And remain a celebrity.  A Master, still, in celebrity, of Urantia.  No help, from Vlad.  None, from Xi.  Most potentially helpful … Kim.

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!

Think Don, out-of-the-box.  As we did again … last evening.  In soiree.  On Luna.  Sipping, wine.  With cheese.  And we laughed together; at events, none too soon, to be transpiring.

Yet again; no sooner had Kim and Don (Don, especially), set foot on the surface of Urantia than they returned to personas, desperate.  “I’m being framed,” now says, Don of Urantia.

“I’m being framed,” now says the Don, of Urantia.  Note that. heretofore …  “no collusion,” was the refrain, again and again.  Now the refrain’s to be, “against me, there is collusion.”

Two Tsunamis, cometh.  One’s an expected November, blue one.  Another’s a … truth one. Two Tsunamis, cometh.  And the truth one … shall, be here … long, before … this Autumn.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLYIs Art worried?  Seemingly constantly.  He worries about ye.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!  That why he is in, Puerto Rico.  Waiting, for lights, to return.  Recall:  He’s OK.  Ye are not!

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.

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.

DAY 420

“On the 420th day of the greatest of American presidencies, I join with my brother, Kim,  the Honorable, President of the DPRK, in making, six, groundbreaking … proclamations.”

Wherefore first:  The signatory co-authors of this epic poem, Kim, Don and yours … truly, Art Everman certify Twitterese the official language of Urantia.  It’s transculture friendly.

Wherefore second:  We three agree as follows hereinafter:  Seven tweets to a twat.  Never more than 280 characters per twat.  Fear not from Art, titillation.  Art’s about inspiration.

Wherefore thirdly:  We signatories certify:   Twitterese is to be the official tweeted speech of Urantia.  Because it’s transculture friendly.  Because it’s sui generis, connective speech.

Wherefore fourth:  Transculture friendly’s Twitterese.  Kim, Don and Art … its inventors. All three of them bequeath it to humanity, subject to the qualifications … of its inventors.

Wherefore fifth:  Juche and Trumpism, existing and prospering side by side in transition to a Urantian community, increasingly, egalitarian.  To that end, the aforesaid, transition.

Wherefore sixth:  Presidents Kim and Don of the DPRK and USA, with Arthur … do agree.  Seven days in May.  Six for the spadework.  Just one … for a grand … photo-op … meeting.

THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH

Ye loved him in, ‘The Apprentice’.  Ye loved him, as President.  Get ready, Urantia (Earth), As ye’ve never before, seen him.  Are ye ready, for the greatest show, on (Urantia) Earth?

On delaying reporting, of possible obstruction of justice charges, the Special Counsel may against the Don, charge.  For reasons, nefarious.  On speculating on, the morrows’ todays.

“Speculating,” speculates Art makes an advantage of one man, an advantage of the other man.  Read between the lines of what is written, to know tomorrow’s tidings, ere, others.

A TRILOQUY

To a fitting, climax … hurtle, the eight billion, blissful … in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

Three brothers.  Three colors.  Three cultures,  Three languages.  Three, surreal, realities. And then suddenly three electrocutions.  And ever since then, mutual dreaming.  Nightly.

Art knows.  Supposedly, it’s like, primafacie crazy to believe that everybody else is crazy, everyone but one, himself.  Now that we know how we fit in, we three, pen, this triloquy.

THE FIX IS IN

Critics are expressing dismay at Don’s monumental snap decision, to swap out diplomats so shortly before the meeting between Kim and Don.  Worrisome, from our top diplomat.

Don’t worry.  Be happy.  Whatever, you were, or are.  For Kim and Don the top diplomats, of the DPRK and the USA, are ready, willing and able (totally fit), to be, the top, diplomats.

The fix, at last … is in.  Art’s been schooled, by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue, Art’s been  back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals Kim and Don, in soirees, nocturnal.

Wine and cheese, soirees, nocturnal.  On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women, younger.  As is, Ri Sol ju … of Kim.

Wine and cheese soirees, nocturnal.  In the spirit of Paul (Breton’s) baby, sipping of wine, and nibbling on cheese.  Never wanting to have a mouth, too full, to opine … in due time.

On Luna (the moon).  On Luna’s, soft, surface.  Don, especially loved, being on Luna.  Kim likes his women younger.  As is Ri Sol ju, of Kim.  But we digress.  The fix … at last … is in.

Art’s been schooled by Pen.  Art’s friend.  Via Penemue (Pen), Arthur’s been back-channel communicating with megalomaniacals, Kim and Don, in soirees, traditionally, nocturnal.

Say what?  Back-channel communicating?  Partaking, with Kim and Don, of wine, are ye, and cheese on the moon?  Art knows it’s crazy to believe that everybody’s crazy … but he.

CELEBRITY AND SECURITY

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to devote himself to pursuing a nobly fitting, Nobel.  And all owing, to an ultimately,

superceding, legacy.  For, from Don’s Plan come UN resolutions and world-wide celebrity. Celebrity.  More than any thing, celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.

Celebrity.  More than any one thing, Don craves celebrity.  An insight instantly revealing, circumstances instantly dictating.  Kim craves security.  Fitting.  And Art?  Art is aspiring.

And to a fitting, climax, hurtle the eight billion, blissful, in their obliviousness.  Oblivious, to all but the three.  Three amigo megalomaniacals.  Kim.  Don.  Art.  Three, not oblivious.

Three are not oblivious.  Oblivious, to the plight of Urantia.  Oblivious, to untrivial things. Three are not oblivious.  Not oblivious to circumstances, happenings and how they fit in.

Three brothers conspire.  Incessantly.  Obsession.  Ill-born mom of insanity’s … creativity. Jung’s synchronicities asserting themselves, in interests, converging … really … surreally.

On reason to hope for the Don.  Once Bob’s report forces a timely resignation, he shall be free to seek his Nobel.  His legacy.  His celebrity.  Kim’s security.  To Arthur, inpiration be.

BREXIT

Don ousts Rex to replace him at State with the CIA chief.  Disbeliefs’, shock waves, mimic sound waves, connecting us.  Months of Brexit rumors, have proven … to be … prophetic.

Shock waves mimic sound waves.  Connecting us. Notwithstanding … our obliviousness. An invaluable lesson. And the learning, within the lesson, lessens … one’s obliviousness.

ON MESSAGE

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  Once Bob’s report, forces Donald’s resignation, he’ll be free to devote himself to pursuing his Nobel and legacy Kim-Don-Plan, resolution.

High stakes, international diplomacy.  On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall:  There’s really no such crime, as collusion.  On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering.  Words … sounding … of treason.

UNFORCED ERROR

On the avoidance of, unforced, errors.  Sometimes, it just takes us folks a while, to figure out what one’s very own, message is.  Then only moving on, to its presentation to others.

High stakes, international diplomacy. On nuclear disarmament.  For such things have we presidents, judicious and decisive.  Not reckless.  And two models of decorum … have we.

On reason to hope for the Donald.  Recall: There’s really no such crime, as collusion. On the other hand, there’s a thing called money-laundering. Words … sounding … of treason.

THREE CORE ISSUES

Kim and Don’s three core issues:  Nuclear disarmament.  A formal and final, peace treaty. Diplomatic relations.  Back-channel communicating has a peace treaty, easiest … of three.

Back-channel communicating, the brothers have long known, nothing, not even nuclear, disarmament, was off the table.  Tit, for tat. Disarmament, for concessions, non, nuclear.

On a MEETING, so seemingly rushed. As if somehow, surreally, it’s the Russians, as usual, rushing around, making of Vladimir, the usual suspect, for even this hastiness … unusual.

Of course, it is what it is.  Don’s bromancer Vladimir, has his bloody, hands, everywhere. Vladimir’s why, for Don and Kim, time flies. Vladimir, has his bloody hands everywhere.

Brilliantly masterful … collusion. Collusion, effectively nay saying, ‘there is no collusion,’ between Don and Vlad.  In commemoration wherefore, of upcoming, historic, occasions:

Wherefore, in eternal platitude we Urantian citizens do commemorate an extraordinary, Kim.  And extraordinary, Don.  Long, may they live.  Long may they rule, extraordinarily.

On the logistics of staging, a BLOCKBUSTER EXTRAVAGANZA. Ratings like Neilson’s, ne’er before seen.  If providentially no negotiation but a mere meeting happens peace, ye near.

JARED’S INSPIRATION

Art, the long-time, pipe, dreamer.  A long-time admirer of the power of the written word. With a longing, to write.  Tragedy.  Comedy.  Laced, with irony.  To weaponize, his words.

Accordingly, Art wants to imitate art and by His Grace, life.  To that end, this offer to Kim and Don and all the rest of Art’s brothers, world-wide at long last, coming to understand.

The days of rolling thunder, are come.  Shall this storm pass?  And what of, the next one? Pragmatists, are Kim and Don.  Pragmatic, PT Barnums.  Both of them.  And all … of them.

KEEP IRON-O-METERS CHARGED

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now, happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea.  Over, here.  Under, sand.

On a clarification of what was implied by that last verse.  Kim and the Don when on Luna are lucid and reasonable men in contrast to the unreasonables they revert to, on Urantia.

Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on some, prizes, Nobel.  And executing drug dealers.  On panaceas for Urantia nee Pangaea, Kim and Don understand.

Penemue is, The Watcher.  A poet, ere there were, on Urantia, poets.  Physically, chained. Chained so precipitously to an abyss, a mere breeze or a breath, may break … his chains.

Measure the irony in what ye are reading, if ye have an iron-o-meter, duly charged, and  available.  For as reasonable as the Kim and the Don are when upon Luna … equally and

oppositely unreasonable on Urantia, are they.  The lunar versions of the Kim and the Don mirror unreasonables, they habitually revert to.  Circumstances do dictate, Kim and Don.

JARED’S PLAN

On ye.  That is to say, on the brothers, three.  Kim, Don and Art.  On logic.  And on, Nobels. Nobels.  Utterly implausible, hours ago.  Real news, now happening; on the prizes, Nobel.

At last night’s Luna soiree Nobel wannabes, Kim and Don,  bought in to, Penemue’s plan, wholeheartedly.  Penemue’s Plan; the Kim-Don Plan; Jared’s Plan, really.  On Jared’s plan.

Denuclearization, then reunification.  Then export, of the Kim-Don Plan.  Atop the model of Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation model, of conflict, resolution.  On logic.  And Nobels.

And so, it shall be.  To wit, Kim and Don have secretly already agreed, to hammer out, an historic, agreement.  Denuclearize; then reunify Korea.  Then export the Kim-Don … Plan.

That is to say that at the end of the day, come that most fateful, of the fifteen days in May. Then in June Bob, on or about Don’s birthday, presents him with a gift akin to a May day.

The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight Or Lie.  The Don wants all to know, by these presents, that the brand name of their gang was not his idea.  He shoots not straight, as precedent.

But whoa, on the woe is Don, for a moment.  OK.  That is more than long enough.  For my bros Kim, Don, Vlad and Xi are big wheels in The Gang That Can’t Shoot Straight … Or Lie.

WOE IS DON

On Vlad, and the Don.  A peek inside the twisted mind, of the Teflon Don.  The Teflon Don and Mike Buzz reports, laugh (over drinks) at the Don’s brazenness no more.  Woe is Don.

Don rues the day he had Mike, PP and DD, pen.  On the fake news’, real news, happening. And on ironies inherent in the connections, connecting us.  On blurred lines, un-blurring.

DD.  PP.  Laughing their proverbial asses off these past evenings have been the authoring, megalomaniacal three.  Kim.  And Don.  And Art.  On Luna.  And with Moon, last evening.

Don rues to himself that he had Mike”PP” and “DD” pen.  A clever plays on words become incapacitating.  Unlike Bob’s, coming blows.  Certainly lethal, brand killing, incarceration.

Fake news.  Real news.  Like, ever’s been, happening.  And all mixed up, as never, before. By communications, back channel, resignation, in lieu of, impeachment, as never, before.

That’s more or less when we’ll learn whether the Don is more loyal to Russia, or America. This poem is the climactic story of Kim, Don and Art.  And US, China, Russia … and Korea.

On the Don’s best week:  Don’s impulsiveness in meeting Kim and the tariffs conundrum; alarming.  Lurking is the affair between a DD and a PP and between a PP and Vlad Putin.

A DISARMING TURN OF EVENTS

May.  Maybe.  May, may very well be, when Kim next sees, a head-of-state, that is not he, himself.  He’s never met China’s Xi.  He’s never met Russia’s Vlad.  God knows, he’s lonely.

After decades of tension Kim has extended an invitation to President Don to meet by May to negotiate denuclearization of the Korean peninsula, and a range, of other issues.  May.

South Korea’s statement:  “[Kim] has clearly stated [his] willingness, to denuclearize.  He has made it clear. [He] has no reason to keep nuclear weapons, if security’s guaranteed.”

PHOTO-LETTER-BOMBS

On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries.  Overtly military options are limited.  Why not then President Don, photo-letter-bomb …  Kimmy?

On three problems.  Three clashes, of nations.  Three, opportunities.  The brothers three, star in subplots of history.  Art interweaves His story,with our story.  History is, His story.

Education, is alchemy.  Hindsight, is 20-20.  In irony, is wisdom.  Behavior’s modification, theoretically, is not limited to jindividuals only.  On what is, what was, and what, can be.

Herein, the learned literati muse on ontology.  luminaries, western, the likes of Socrates, Milton, Locke and Aristotle.  Eastern peers Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad … and Gandhi,

now see:  Hindsight’s, 20-20.  They see folly; their own but more importantly humanity’s.  A still-born, twitter-diplomacy, they fear, we shall see.  Say what?  Ye say that diplomacy,

by Twitter, is dead?  Sad.  Great, could have been the Donald’s, Twitter diplomacy.  Three problems.  Two brothers.  One story.  Tiny subplots of, a story, His story, is man’s history.

PRESIDENT FOR LIFE

‘President for life’.  Not a bad idea, President Donald says, of Chinese proposal.  The Don’s remarks were reportedly met with raucous laughter and applause during GOP luncheon.

Applause and … laughter.  What’s wrong with these GOP donors?  What’s wrong with US?Have we no sense, not, nonsense?  What sense, in dictatorship?  What is wrong, with US?

“Morale is the worst it has ever been,” said a strategist in frequent contact with the Don’s staff.  “Nobody knows … what, to expect.”  On, what to expect.  Treason … (aka, collusion)

and bribery top even the obstruction of justice as reason for President Don’s, resignation. ‘Pure madness’:  Aides are worried about the characteristic volatility of … President Don.

To spark grass-roots groundswells of resistance against President Kim Jong un’s criminal   regime, flood North Korean skies with propaganda.  Cover Pyongyang, Kim’s city, capital

and the countryside territory, with cash, candy and written materials.  Loosen, Kim Jong un’s grip on his kin. Propaganda, drone in.  He fears propaganda.  To the table he’ll come.

Nukes.  How many?  From most, to least:  Russia, 6,800; US, 6,600; France, 300; China, 270; Britain, 215; Pakistan, 130-140; India, 120-130; Israel, 80; Korea; 10-20.  To kill everybody.

In total roughly 14,665 warheads.  Vlad and Don share, more than 90 percent of the total.  And Don would be wise to propose to his brother Vlad scrapping all of them, for a Nobel.

Kim threatens to ‘counter’ US over post-Olympic, military, drills.  Kim’s reiterating that he is willing to talk to the US but said he would never negotiate, with any, preconditions.  He

also said that he, Kim, would counter the US-ROK drills with his own simultaneous, drills. Simultaneous exercises.  Sounds to Don like an excellent opportunity for Don to Kim, kill.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders, now and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  of course.  To present to the future, progression, and not regression, of course, we should.

Should we sheep, tweet, to the herders now, and then?  Of course, we should.  We should  If only Don and Vlad and Xi and Kim and many others we tweeted en masse we … would.

JARED

Son-in-law Jared, one of the Don’s closest advisers has lost his daily access, highly prized, to presidential intelligence briefings, his 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.

RECAPPING

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.

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.

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 for too 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.

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.

TOMORROW’S UPDATE, POSSIBLY:  WORDPLAY … SCREENPLAYS

TODAY’S UPDATE: 

Go figure.  Just a day later, and the Singapore summit, is on again.  Maybe.  No one ought doubt, Don cancelling again, if Kim acts … up or acts … out.  No one ought … Don … doubt.

LYING AS VIRTUE

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  This episode tho is just jostling, for position … today.

Vladimir at the last minute, too, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And last night’s soiree on Luna held surprise reprises for the brothers, thinking, of peace.

Don’s distortion, of my comments, is all too, … Orwellian. “I mean this is … George Orwell; up is down, black is white … peace is war.”  And lying … well, lying … is a virtue … as well.

“Up is down; black is white; peace is … war.”  Lying is a valued virtue … groundbreaking.   Kim and Don, are virtuous.  The two most fictionally artful liars are not, denuclearizing.

“If you change your mind please do not hesitate to call me or write.” NSA’s reconsidering, nuking you.  Up is down, black is white, peace is war. Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking and earth-shaking.

What (wo)man in the main, understands, not, Kim and Don do understand, instinctively.  Lying is a virtue, groundbreaking.  Politicians lie, naturally.   Politicians lie, instinctively

War has ever been, no thanks to Satan, on the horizons, of Urantia.  And war, again may, visit US, our allies and our enemies.  Just jostling, for position today, for come, what may.

PEACE, INTERRUPTED

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On Don’s cancellation of talks, upon interpreting Kim’s latest tweet as hostile.  War on the horizon?  Or jockeying for position?

Just jockeying for position, are Presidents, Kim and Don.  And the Don’s taken (if the talks resume), the upper hand.  If Kim, ultimately, is forced back to the table, for peace … talks.

Don’s decision to cancel complicates the relationship of President Don with President Xi,  and Kim only seemingly.  Kim and Xi planned it all with Don last night,  … surreptitiously.

Don’s decision to cancel the summit with North Korea’s Kim was made … surreptitiously, last evening, at their nightly dream, on Luna.  To get China too, to the table, only, secretly.

On Don’s decision to cancel with Kim Jong un; made last evening, at the latest, of nightly, dreams on Luna.  The cancellation is to get China’s Xi, too … to the table … only … secretly.

Vladimir too, at the last minute, is angling for a seat as well at the table for talks of peace. And tonight’s soiree on Luna, holds surprise … reprises, for the brothers, talking of peace.

LOTS OF SMOKE, NO FIRE, TYPE, BREAKING NEWS:  On the Don’s cancellation of talks on interpreting Kim’s tweet as hostile.  War’s ever on, horizons.  This is jostling, for, position.

PARANOIA

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.”  So wrote Victor in 2014, during the 1st Bush, administration. Insecure … is Kim Jong un.

Victor Cha continued, “Dictators may exercise extreme and draconian power … like Kim,  but they are also pathologically insecure, about their grip, on the throne.” Just like, Kim.

Kim is no different than any dictator, in that regard. In North Korea paranoia rules, Kim. Paranoia rules in the Hermit Kingdom from top to bottom like no place on Urantia … His.

More than a little worried, about North Korea, falling, to a military coup, is, Kim Jong un. More than a little worried is Kim that on begging for mercy, none will be … forthcoming.

In North Korea, paranoia, rules, Kim.  And his people. All … 26 million … or so … of them. Like no place; the legendary place ye call Earth, universals know as Urantia of Nebadon.

Like no place on Earth (Urantia, of Nebadon), there’s no place, like Kim’s … North, Korea. No place a home, when in, North Korea. Home to millions … of paranoid North Koreans.

Warns, Victor Cha: “The notion that Kim is secure in his power is fundamentally wrong.” So wrote Victor, in 2014, during the 1st, Bush, administration. Terrified, is un, Kim Jong.

BUZZING

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought to be, private thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz, is listening.

“What might happen, at home, in Pyongyang … while I’m gone,” Kim’s (Buzz is reporting), been wondering, in thoughts, thought to be private, thoughts, of his.”  Kim, is wondering:

“What may happen at home in Pyongyang while I’m away, to my wife and my children?” What may happen to Sol Ru, my two eldest and the, as yet, state secret, unnamed … one?”

“What might happen at home, in Pyongyang … while I am gone,” Kim’s been wondering,  in thoughts he thought were, private, thoughts of his.”  But cyber spy-fly Buzz is listening.

DAY 488

On the Don’s 488th day in the White House he was visited, by Moon.  Moon is in the US to tell President Trump what to expect, and what not to expect.  Expect lies … from the two.

“If Don,” Moon said, “ye but live up to the agreements with Kim that ye’ve already agreed to on Luna, Nobel Peace Prizes, surely, shall be yours, to the agreeable ones … so agreed.”

The smart move for North Korea was always to pursue nuclear weapons.  Every promise, to stop pursuing them was a lie.  Whoops!  There.  That word, again.  On men … promises,

nuclear weapons, and lies. North Korea’s new leader and a populist maverick, American. Olympian liars.  President Kim may want to (lay or lie) a deal … with the lying, American.

MAN-CHILD

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare,”There is … no collusion.”

“There was no collusion.”  Kudos to Rudy; keeping it simple, for the Don.  President Don’s, a simpleton.  An author, ghostwritten, he detests, having to read.  A simpleton is the Don.

A simpleton is Don.  He doesn’t like to read.  He can’t spell. He hears, but does not, listen. To wit, he listens not, to his advisers and lawyers.  To them, on principle, he won’t, listen.

Not ever, listening.  Ever, foolishly speaking.  Lying, like a hound dog to whoever, listens. Two perfectly good ears, gone to waste.  And their companion mouth lays waste, lessons. 

On Don’s foolishly, foolproof, defensive strategy, in Marine-Bob’s … Russia, investigation. No matters what Marine-Bob finds, President Don will declare, “There is no … collusion.”

DON WAXES, POETICALLY

“Fade … ides of May.  South of Canada.  And north, of Mexico.  Far across seas … from US.  Shithole, territories.  Far away.  There, Don prays they’ll stay for, non-whites … aren’t US.”

Far away.  Far, far, away.  There Don prays they every day, stay.  Non-whites … aren’t US.” Don prays.  He is, as everyone knows, a religious man.  He prays, non-whites … leave US.”

“If ye blackies and brownies reside in shithole territories, stay there!  If here … leave, US! Blackies and brownies, in His wise wisdom ye see, were meant to be there … so leave US.”

“If there, stay there.  If here, from here, leave.  Don’t let doors hit ye, on yer way out of US and, if ye please, please make sure ye stay out, of US.  And lest ye forget don’t lie … to US.”

“It’s a crime; a felony, in fact, to lie to the FBI.  Believe, me … I know.  When here, in … US, don’t lie