A ‘bloody nose’ strike is a military action limited enough, so that it would not necessarily, spark a war, yet robust enough, to force Kim Jong un to be, more brotherly … neighborly.
Don’s guys are split. Rex and Jim are urging caution regarding overtly, military, options. H.R., however, wants Don to bloody Kim’s nose. Relax … Kim. Don soon, may be … gone.
Only the great, President Donald may slur, whomever he so desires, with total, impunity. Only he may make US first and great again. Accordingly, only he may slur with impunity.
The law of the land is that no one flaunt, with impunity … the law. But the law is flawed, if a much beloved President Don is not allowed to rule with impunity. The law is flawed.
President Don’s first State of the Union depicts a scarily, bipolar, America. It is difficult to imagine a maiden State of the Union address, any more divisive, through … and through.
It is, what is it is … though. What might have been had Donald begun with infrastructure and not immigration, ye shall never know. The point is moot, anyway. One thing’s, sure.
President Don’s first State of the Union, augurs, for US … subtraction … by division. Don’s formula, by American standards, is unique. But far from unique, it’s been copied by Don.
Subtraction … by division. A formula among American presidents, uniquely … the Don’s. But historically it has been a formula by autocrats, tried and true. Autocratic, is the Don.
ONE YEAR IN
Day 375: With mid-terms looming, 33 Republican incumbents, won’t run, for reelection. Dems need 24 to for control, of the House, of Representatives. And one more, won’t run.
Constitutionally, the power of impeachment resides in this House … of cards. Reshuffling of the deck is auguring, of President Donald, a discarding. On the Donald’s … discarding.
“I believe my husband. I believe my husband; it was all organized, from the opposition,” Melania told CNN’s Anderson before the 2016 election. Now she sees, he’s the opposition.
Melania (#metoo) has been out of sight since reports, of an infidelity of … President Don. She skipped the Forum in Davos. Yet she’ll be attending Don’s … State … of the disUnion.
Donald’s favorite world leaders are all male dictators. One adviser of the Donald put it in this way. “Who are the three guys on the planet … [that] the Donald … most admires?” In
answer; Xi, Recep and Vlad. Like President Donny, all guys. They’re in control admirably … ruthlessly. China’s Xi, Turkey’s Recep and Russia’s Vladimir. Like them, he’d like, to be.
A major consequence of the Don’s presidential run might well have been the destruction, of the GOP. Delusional, was the Dems’ unity, in their opposition to, the lying, orange, one.
ON DON AND XI
Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran, Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken; his own, frugal … barman. Don’s made it clear:
He shall deal with Kim with or without … China’s Xi’s help. Don will war against Kim, sans help. He needs but enemies, not any, help.
If Xi’s not going to solve Kim’s North Korea we will, says he. And it’ll be as easy as ABC. Believe me, no one else can. Only me. Nobody else can. Only me.
If Xi helps that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t … then that won’t begood for anyone. Simplifying and complicating things: twitter-diplomacy.North and South Korea.
Pakistan. India. Iran. Israel. Koreas. Three, problems. Enter, three, megalomaniacals. with three … quill pens.
The two Koreas. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Six … huge opportunities.Simultaneously, Art’s witless brothers threaten Urantia … devolutionarily.Three problems. Two brothers. One mini-story. Subplots of a story … His story,is man’s history. Tiny subplots of His creation are ye, infinitely … tiny, ye.Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran,Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken, his own, frugal … barman.Don’s made it clear: He shall deal with Kim with, or without, China’s Xi’s, help.Don will war against Kim, without help. He needs but enemies, not help.If Xi’s China’s not going to solve Kim’s Korea, we will says he. And it’ll be easy,as ABC. Believe me no one else can. Only me. No one else can. Only me.If Xi helps, that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t, then, that won’t begood for no one. Simplifying and complicating is … twitter … diplomacy.North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three, problems.Enter the three brothers, madly, megalomaniacal with, three quill pens.
ONTRADING PLACESBut Kim and Don, differ. They dealt with The Devil. They accepted … an offerfrom him. An offer they couldn’t refuse. Their souls, for earthly power.And riches. And luxury. Don’s lot is to be in the company … along with Abel’sbros, Cain, Adolph, Alex, Attila, Napoleon and lots, of other, little people.Whether ye want it or not, ye are bros. Art’s bros … Kim and Don … like Abel,and like Cain. But it was by his nature that Cain was less able than Abel.None of them need suffer. Not Kim. Not Don. And not Art. Three … brothers,are Kim Don and Art. Whether they want to be or not they are brothers.Tiny subplots of His story, the stories of Kim, Don and Art, the three brothers,megalomaniacal. No one of them need suffer, if all of them, are brothers.The Devil made them offers that they could not refuse. They accepted, offers.The terrible truth is that Kim and Don, for power, their souls, bartered.The Urantia Book, aka The Urantia Papers or The Fifth Epochal … Revelation;its authors or author unknown have made of it a mystery … revelation.
Nuclear weapons and nationalism. Adding Kim and Don makes … two, unholy, tandems. Under extreme duress Kim and Don agreed in principle, to Arthur’s offer of a face-saver.
Donald’s losing … it! Deconstructing, states. Abdicating, leadership. Withdrawing, from treaties. A GOP is finding it unsustainably torturous defending him, himself … from.
Tragic, as ever. Comic, more recently. And tragi-comic, still. Until Kim and Don’s falling bombs, perhaps, some day, leave ye with a day’s remains for life … for life … sustaining.
Tragic. And comic. And near idyllic, for one, percent. And for the remaining, struggling ninety-nine, percent, fifty shades of intolerable … tolerating. A tipping point’s … tipping.
Ye who so obliviously race, through space, are … as a consequence of your obliviousness, literally racing now, as well, more than ever, against time … so inexorably … relentless.
Prologs, to epilogs, are actions. And omissions to act. Ominously, the Donald’s revealing, gaffes, less comically than tragically, to ye, revealing. Ominously, Donald’s revealing,
his colors, and his color, to ye. Red, white and blue. And white, respectively. His father’s KKK sympathies documented, support reasoning: Donald favors some … over others.
Donald favors some citizens over others. Considered objectively Kim does so too, clearly. Cyber spy-fly, Buzz, Art’s crime-busting partner, has taped … words … and acts … truly.
Both of them feel trapped. Both, are unfit. Neither of them can be trusted, to do the right thing. Both feel trapped. Both, are unfit. And both … know not … wrong … from right.
Donald has been popularizing, in modern, marketing, the concept of personal ‘branding’ of products, disgracefully, benefitting too, from the … legal fiction of … ‘ghostwriting.
ON NO COLLUSION
Don’s boiling over. Bob’s playing him. A two-stage indictment strategy is demonstrating, that Don’s out of his league. More importantly, the president’s men, Bob is turning.
Two early indictments, were bait. Don bit. “No collusion,” in his vindication, he crowed. And whatsoever he crows and whatsoever the truth of it, Sarah knows too, to crow.
To eat crow. And, so publicly. Furthermore, from the looks of things, Don shall be eating crow, indefinitely. For George, unbeknownst to Donald, has been, a wire, a-wearing.
Tragi-comedy. The Greeks may have popularized it but they didn’t invent it. Is Michael, Don’s, disgraced ex National Security Adviser, also, cooperating? Et, tu … Michael?
And so it’s back to this tragi-comic reality. An American citizenry, conned, is ashamedly, stunned, by a timeline so coincidentally, incriminatory. Tragedy … none too funny.
Two of Don’s ex-men (Paul is one) charged in fake, Russia, investigation. Another, to fake charges, pleads guilty. A harbinger for Donald’s men that awaiting … are jails, fake.
The indictment may read like a most extraordinary laundry list. Perjury and obstruction of justice, and of course, the laundering of money. And as to, the oft spoken of, collusion,
many say is not illegal; it becomes illegal, if the charge, is treason. Treason is the reason, for the greatest winning season of a Teflon, Don. Treason’s the reason for President Don.
Bob will indict the Don … presently. In time Buzz has confirmed, for a beleaguered Don’s 72nd birthday. By that time, a Democratic tsunami in the mid-term elections, threatens.
Kings were considered, to be chosen, personally, by God. To betray, one’s country, was to do the work of Satan. Hence, the ‘overkill’, of the punishment. Hung, and torn up … too.
Treason: Extraordinarily costly, is the giving of aid and comfort … to an enemy. Treason begets death or imprisonment. If an enemy is the resident, president … that is … treason.
18 U.S.C. § 2381 states: Whoever adheres to their enemies, giving them aid, and comfort, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or be imprisoned not less than five years [for].
When is enough, enough? Thirty percent of Don’s electoral base can’t get enough of him. Seventy percent, on the contrary, Don’s face, can not, stand. They would … impeach him.
Seventy percent have seen enough chaos. Heard enough lies. Seventy percent, impeach him, would. But a less than Grand Old Party, is protective of him. They won’t … impeach.
And the wheels of justice, move slowly. Unlike current events that move, disconcertingly, slowly. Ye need a constitutional amendment for the recall, of presidents, extraordinarily.
On thinking about, an end game. Kim. And Don. On Luna ….ye’ve been talking … a good game. But what’s nocturnally done, diurnally’s, undone. Say on Urantia, what is … good.
Invite Art to be Don’s Special Envoy to talks. Because Urantians (Earthlings) are but one, family, truly. The Koreas, first. Then, Pakistan and India. Then finally, Israel … and Iran.
Invite, Kim, as Don’s Special Envoy, Arthur Everman. In a tweet, nutshelled, the Kim-Don Plan. Precursor to a new world order … twitter-diplomatically, born … of Kim … and Don.
ONE BILLION PIECES
A billion pieces of sundry items of propaganda were parachuted, ballooned or shot over, Korean lines over the three year long duration of a conflict never declared, Korean, War.
Kim, in Pyongyang. Don, in New York. Art, in San Juan. The three listen closely to Don’s speech to the UN General Assembly. There, a shockingly mocking Don vowed, to kill Kim,
if Trump-brand dynasty properties (food for his family) are at all targeted, threateningly. We know you’re new at this. Already, you’re doing better, being, presidential. Carefully,
following instructions, and remedially, reading … everything … remedial. Diplomatically tweet Kim, Moon, Vlad, and Xi … et, al. Greet them … Donald. Inquire … of their families.
Don’t demean, meanly. Don’t do Don as is your wont; meanly demean whomever may be facing ye. Recall, Don, a carrot and a stick. Invite, with a carrot. And with a stick … beat.
Most threats, Donald, won’t cut it. But there is one, Donald, exception, most, exceptional. Just ask Jim, HR and Rex. They’ll know of US military operations in Korea, psychological.
Propaganda: Kim fears it nearly as much as he does fear the passage of precious … time. Time awaits not anyone. Not Kim, Don, Vlad, Xi, Art nor … any man. Their enemy’s time.
Kim’s Korea. The so-called Hermit Kingdom. A pariah state, it’s also a cult-of personality state. And Kim Jong un’s, the alpha-male, top-dog in it. Kim, his daddy … and his daddy’s
father, have long been … threatening. Threatening, unfortunately, has become culturally, so North Korean. A dynamic, complex. Don’s unfit. Kim too. Kim’s emboldened, unduly.
All three of the megalomaniacal brothers are very ill. Kim’s kidneys are failing. Failing, too, the hearts of Don and Art. Time is short, for them. And Art knows, Kim fears, dying.
Art knows Donald, the builder-dictator-wannabe, now presiding. He knows dictator Kim, the dictator, president, also. And he knows, all too well too, why the caged birds, do sing.
Has Arthur’s brother’s ambition always been, the Antichrist to be? I know well, the Don, builder-dictator-wannabe. And Kim, the dictator. And Arthur knows Arthur … Everman.
Is Don, a man unbound by ambition the Antichrist of a future history? Worse. Has Don’s ambition ever been, Antichrist to be? No. No self-respecting Antichrist, would be … Don.
“Fake news,” says Don over Rex allegedly saying, he is, a moron. But paper towel tossing, to Maria’s victims; more proof added to an already world-record, thick … lying, pudding.
And a further (seemingly, purposeful), affront to Art, his Puerto Rican brother, knowing, he’d later be meeting with him (and Kim), at the soiree, on the moon, later, that evening.
To be, or not? Will Kim and Don buy the Kim-Don Plan for Global Peace and Prosperity?More importantly, will they then enthusiastically sell it to, a so jaded, global community?
LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. The three brothers laughed, aloud, together. Had Arthur then said, “no pun, intended,” he’d have been lying, like both of his lying brothers, then, again.
LOL. Kim-Don. Kingdom. On coincidence. And synchronicity. And credibly, incredibly, more. For coincidences are to synchronicities as … sympathy … similarly is … to empathy.
So much … more. And it’s been wisdom’s riches and power that Arthur’s been drumming into Kim and Don at nightly soirees borne of Pen’s plan of Kim and Don … plan kingdom.More-Mart Greeter Arthur Everman thinks not. On the moon last night Art, Kim and Don met and greeted, anew. Art, doubts them. He senses lip service, to their … Plan Kim-Don.
IT IS WHAT IT IS
It is, what it is. What is epilog to prolog is itself, prolog to yet another, succeeding, epilog. Distinctions, critical, to understanding purpose, for us, and for God, and in Almighty God.
NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG: Arthur’s twitter-algorithm-derivative, in his verse epic, to Kim and Donald, resist and reverse. On getting back on track to universes.
A twitter-algorithm-derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim. To pull back and get back on track, parallel, to the universal track to His kingdom.
To get back on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm, in verse.
Poetry epic, to resist and reverse. On getting back, on track, to universes. An algorithm, twitter–derivative, in verse epic, to resist and reverse, the Donald … and Kim.
Pull back to get back on a track parallel to a universal track to His kingdom. To get back, on a track parallel, to the universal one, Arthur’s algorithm …in verse.
Poetry, epic, to resist and reverse, his lying brothers, Kim and Don, beautifully … artfully.
Twitter’s social algorithm is become Arthur’s algorithm to reverse what’s socially averse, become the status quo: Low-grade conflict and tension, everywhere on the face of Earth.
Your Earth (Urantia, to the universes), is gravely, ill. So are ye (wo)men upon it. Gravely ill are ye and mother, Earth. Too spiritually ill are ye to see and act … visionarily.
For (wo)man on Urantia, ages-old devolutionary tendencies, once again reprise. For fear and yearning, as ever, are, in season. Yearning, for other … days. Of others … fear.
Ambitions, three, those of the megalomaniacs, Kim, Don and Art. Kim’s for power. Don’s for riches. Art’s, for wisdom’s riches, and power. For there is power …. in His Kingdom.
Kingdom. A prospect to the three megalomaniacs Arthur, Kim and Don, oh, so appealing. Kingdom. Kim. Don. On Kingdom, finding and not finding, kingdom, so, fleeting.
Kingdom. And kingdom. An easy decision, for many. A tough one, for some. Like them. It’s a tough one for both of them. Kim is, as if, King. And a wannabe King, is Don.
xTWEET TO THEM
Imagine. Just doing it. Tweeting (@uriminzok) to Kim. Telling Kim, oh so diplomatically, what ye think. Not, personally, of him. Tell him of a situation,threatening so, precariously.
Similarly, imagine, tweeting Don. Then, just do it. Tell him too, what ye think. Opine on, issues. And tell, your issue. And if an issued child tell your friends to tweet to them.
Imagine, too just doing it (UGH. LOL), to Don. Tweeting (@potus) to Don. Telling Donald, very diplomatically, that bad karma’s, a bitch. Be one of many, to be counted, by Donald.
That your legatee children might be the moral force multiplier, transformative, changing sovereign-based paradigms, extant, to humanity-based, ones is well worth the imagining.
Changing sovereign-based paradigms to human-based ones are evolutionarily, naturally, occurring processes, too challenging for your Satanically misled Urantian, humanity.
Meanwhile, a secretive NYC backchannel competes with Art’s poetic one on Twitter, to be Urantia’s best and last hope, to avoid, very possibly, a nuclear-winter, style, calamity.
But the real ‘secret’ is that no backchannel anywhere can compete with the real, TRUTH, out front, and center. Arthur’s Everman’s Twitter-diplomacy, is tweeting a … TRUTH.
ON THE EUREKA EFFECT
Ready for export to India, Pakistan, Israel and Iran is the Kim-Don Plan to end … nuclear proliferation. Leaking it to an alchemically Twitter-diplomatic end is His Father’s Arthur.
Countless readers across, the Grand, Universe. Near none, on Urantia. Then … EUREKA! Two Urantian, children; two Scottish did occasion … Arthur’s … Archimedean … EUREKA!
Lol. A little humor to temper the seeming distempers of the less than brotherly, brother-Presidents, Kim, and Don. More-Mart Greeter, Arthur, is their prodigal … third, brother.
The eureka effect refers to the common human experience, of understanding, suddenly, a previously, incomprehensible, or intractable, problem, or shadowy … concept … finally.
The effect, also known as an ‘aha!’ … or eureka … moment is also … not too, uncommonly known as a revealing, insight … revelation, or even, the greatest, of them … an epiphany.
Insight has, two phases. First a problem’s solution, comes to an impasse. Thinking then, out of metaphysical boxes … comes then … the solution sought inside of a box, unopened.
ON HERMIT KINGDOMS
Kim rules a so-called ‘hermit’ kingdom. Donald too, wants his very own hermit kingdom. With tall, immigrant-proof … walls. And … nuclear weapons. Lots of, nuclear … weapons.
Kim dictates over a hermit kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Arthur wants his, His to be. A conflict beyond that, of Kim’s DPRK, with Don’s US, Moon’s ROK and near … everybody.
True megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur. Each, has global aspirations. Already, Kim dictates over … a hermit, kingdom. Donald wants one, too. Art wants his, His to be.
Megalomaniacs are Kim, Donald and Arthur Everman. Each, has global aspirations. Kim dictates over … his kingdom. Art wants … peace. Don wants to dictate whims … like Kim.
Kim’s saying Don’s worse than Hitler. He’ll kill mankind, Kim’s saying, undiplomatically. Kim ups, the ante … publicly. Kim knows … Don lies. So … Kim-Don’s Plan is, in jeopardy.
Kim is Don’s brother. He knows that Don is not trustworthy. That, Don’s like him. Only, Arthur amongst the three brothers is at all trustworthy. Only Art … has any … credibility.
CASH AND CANDY
On Don’s top-secret order, secretly being readied are drones, bearing cash, candy and all manner of gifts from one brother to another and people invisibly behind GREAT WALLS.
Being readied are bank notes, in prose, financial. American, dollars. Chinese, renminbi. Being readied are what Kim most fears; Donald’s propaganda-drones of cash and candy.
Art’s using Don’s legacy Twitter-diplomacy to tweet truth. Ironic. A Prevaricator-in-Chief for US. A Deity-in Chief … for them. US, vs them. Again. War. Again. Then … more grief.
Grief. Again. But, because of the nature, and number of your weapons, Kim and Donny, the responsibility for billions of fatalities … shall fall … in the main … principally … on ye.
America and their South Korean counterparts annually conduct, joint, naval exercises in shows (for public consumption) of force to frighten a presumably paranoid, fearful, Kim.
Shows of force. LOL. Don’t make us, laugh. For, it is no SHOW of force, if NOBODY sees, it. But on Don’s orders, secretly being readied … are drones … bearing cash … and candy.
ART’S WARNING: Coming soon. Kim’s deadly radioactivity. One tweet. Three brotherly, addresses (Don, Kim and UN). Seven and one half billion, correspondence copies, timely.
On Kim, and Don. Warrior, Presidents. But … unwise, brothers. And More-Mart Greeter Art, their prodigal third brother, and on an algorithmic Plan written for them by Arthur.
On an algorithmic, Kim-Don Plan for Peace by Art, penned. Simply composed and neatly formatted to enhance, eureka effects, elicited via prayers He hears … ever … circuitously.
Kim has told Don and humanity: Thermonuclear atmospheric test threats ought literally be taken. Wherefore; coming, maybe, to theaters of war near ye: Amazing radioactivity.
Recapitulating. Two, aircraft carriers. Suspension of all communications, back-channel. And a chilling, clarification. Kim assures US. His threats of tests, atmospheric, are literal.
Grandstanding. Tits, for tats. Upping the antes, against whomever might dare, to wither, not, in the face of raw psychopathy; in the faces devilish, of Art’s back-stabbing, brothers.
Donald. And trouble. They go, together. Like Rubles. And Russians. Donald needs Kim, dead. Not alive. Kim knows. And Kim thinks twice not, when murdering … a next of kin.
ON TOXIN DON
Don’s boiling over. Bob’s playing him. A two-stage indictment strategy is demonstrating, that Don’s out of his league. More importantly, the president’s men, Bob’s been, turning.
Two early indictments, were bait. Don bit. “No collusion,” in his vindication, he crowed. And whatsoever he crows and whatsoever … the truth of it … Sarah knows too … to crow.
To eat crow. And, so publicly. Furthermore, from the looks of things, Don shall be eating crow, indefinitely. For George … unbeknownst to … Donald has been, a wire … a-wearing.
Tragi-comedy. The Greeks may have popularized it but they didn’t invent it. Is Michael, Don’s disgraced, ex, National Security Adviser … also … cooperating? Et … tu … Michael?
And, so it’s back to this tragi-comic reality. An American citizenry, conned, is ashamedly, stunned, by a timeline, so coincidentally, incriminatory. A tragedy, not at all, very, funny.
Two of Don’s ex-men (Paul is one) charged in fake, Russia, investigation. Another, to fake charges, pleads guilty. A harbinger for Donald’s men that awaiting, are jails, maybe, fake.
How’s that for a most happy (for Donny), ending? Alas (for Donny), ’tis not to be. Maybe. If Don does the right thing still, he may yet avoid war, win a Nobel, and avoid jail, maybe.
ON DON’S TOXIN
For the locus of the previously unknown, Don-toxin, is Don; a toxin design manifested by, pathological, lying. And the proof is in the pudding, for a White House, painted by … lies.
INSANITY BELIES HEALTHY
Donald took his first (and last) annual, medical examination, today, to a rosy … prognosis. That Don’s destined to be the healthiest man, in the universe, is the … happy … prognosis.
President Don has been deemed to be in ‘excellent health.’ Don’s White House physicians seem unconcerned … about an intellect, suspect … a blackened, heart … lips loosened and,
a brain drain, evident. Don’s private physician, in November of ’16 … wrote: In excellent physical health, is Don.” But Don needs … treatment. How can his health … be excellent?
A year earlier he’d more or less written: If Donald is elected, I can state … unequivocally, he’ll be the healthiest president, ever. The good doctor knew not, Don’s a toxin, mutantly.
Far more often, than not, immigrants to dreamscape, America are the dregs of the wine; the chaff of the wheat. If you don’t know this by now President Don, please do … resign.
“Loose lips, do indeed, sink ships. Even ships of state. My presidency, is sinking. My lips, sunk it! And Bob’s got the eye; the eye, of the tiger. It’s eyeballing me and my tasty, lips.”
“To Art’s Kim-Don Plan I am re-committing. But in yet another slip of my lips I’ve already informed the media, that, we actually have, a good relationship. Back me, Kim, already.”
ON TWO STATE SECRETS
“My condition, like your kidney ailment, is a state … secret. My lips are slipping. Slipping too are a number of lesser (my brain), organs. To the Kim-Don Plan, I am re-committing.”
“Please believe me, my brothers. I meant not to say, what I, in fact, said. But, just joking, was I. I love all of my brother countrymen, equally. It’s just that, my lips … are slipping.”
On Luna (where only truth is spoken), Don addressed his faux pas, of yesterday. “Believe I’d better have these (pointing, at his lips), surgically, removed.” Please … in me … believe.
12-21-12. Three electric strikes. Nightly ever since, brothers with visionaries … on Luna, soiree. Luna. “She’s a looker, I’ll bet,” he said, when told, he would be, at night, on Luna.
Making, of friends … foes. Expert antagonists are Kim and Don, Art’s two, megamaniacal, brothers. Art the protagonist is purposely, inexpert; once, having been slavish to alcohol.
Everybody wants to be leading. No one wants to be following. So, all follow, the primrose path; the path of least resistance, to leading, not following. And making of friends … foes.
Sans … Tsars, royal. Ditto, China and Xi. Everybody wants to be leading …. No following. So, all follow, the primrose path; the path, of least, resistance … to leading, not, following.
ON BROMANCING THE STONES
Urantia’s global governors, the leaders, of nations, lie for a living. To wit, KGB-Vlad; Wily, and bent on returning Russia, to its missing, prominence. Recalling … Russian hegemony.
Urantia’s global governors, the leaders of sundry, nations, lie, for a living. Praising Kim, suddenly is Vlad, as if dumping Don … for Kim’s loving. He is KGB, wily … and returning,
his nation to a prominence recalling Tsarist Russia. To Tsarist Russia, he’d take Russians. It’s not just Vlad. China’s Xi, too. UN veto-wielders, especially, place, first … their nations.
Vladimir’s opinion, on Don’s war, of wits, with Kim: Kim’s ‘won this match’ on weapons, nuclear. Vlad’s characterization of the Kim, as an educated man and a mature politician,
makes Art think he’s dumping Don, for Kim. And, that Vlad knows more, than he lets on; says Kim can hit anything. How would Vlad know … for Kim’s ICBMs, reentry is, a given?
Vlad’s lauding Kim. He’s dumping Don, for Kim. And Vlad knows more, than he, lets on; says Kim can strike anything. How knows he, that for Kim’s ICBMs, reentries, are given?
GREAT, BREAKING, NEWS, FROM PRESIDENT, DONNY: No military action by US … taken, while talks between Kim’s DPRK and Moon’s ROK, are ongoing. Take a hint Kim Jong un.
As long as ye keep talking nothing military is … happening. And nephrologists, to teat ye, volunteer even as the ink on tweets, dries, and the tweets become, like butterflies … free,
in the imagination of any child of His, to be coupled like cars on trains, with other tweets, to epic, poetry, pen. For the moment, it yet means not much if ye, each other, don’t tweet.
Tragic, as ever. Comic, more recently. And tragi-comic, still. Until, Kim and Don’s falling bombs, perhaps, some day, leave ye with … a day’s remains for life … for life … sustaining.
Tragic. And comic. And near idyllic, for one, percent. And for the remaining, struggling, ninety-nine, percent, fifty shades of intolerable … tolerating. A tipping point is … tipping.
“It’s synchronicity!” Don exclaimed, upon learning of Kim’s likely, kidney, ailment. Jung’s belief: Just as events may be connected by causality they may be connected by meaning.
Events unconnected by causality but meaning haven’t causal explanation. Admonitions, are they. They are warning we three brothers of Art’s heart, Kim’s kidneys and my brain.
Kidneys may be suffering from Kim’s smoking and drinking. A weak voice is evidencing, a DPRK state secret. Kim’s kidneys … aren’t working. That, a weak voice, is … evidencing.
Ask especially the Teflon, Don. For apt was Ronny’s, “trust but verify.” Let’s find out why every investigation, teflon, seems so attractive … to. Trust but verify. Let’s find out, why?
Trust, but verify, as mantra honors, looking backwards’ going forward. Trust, but verify. Gotta, trust, “trust … but, verify.” cc: @uriminzok @potus In Kim we trust, if we … verify.
Imagine too, an alternative, destiny: Kim is feeling trapped; out of time, with few options. Ditto … Don. War seems certain, absent a military coup, an assassination … or revolution.
On twitter, poetry, alchemy, empathy, and presidents. On connections, invisible, between them. People, places, things. And happenings. Senses fail. Art’s asking, What’s it mean?
“Tweet to the wise (wo)men (the wise guys), of Urantia. And copy Arthur’s two, twitter-account-bearing, exceedingly presidential, and heavy hitting, timber bearing … brothers,
to poll ye as to pressing issues having arisen from Arthur’s tweets in answer to brothers’ answers, to one another, and Urantians, internationally. Two invite ye to opine a-twitter.
As if, a Godsend, Heaven, sent. For Arthur’s brothers Kim and Don have assured Arthur, this very evening, in soiree; in the morrow, the two shall, historically, tweet one another.
Upon their departures to Pyongyang and Washington, The Watcher, Penemue, to Arthur, asked, “Do ye know when and why two cave?” He replied, “Not when. Why is … Twitter.”
“No one knows when. And while whys may be many, one reasons, one of them’s Twitter. Between them Twitter-Diplomacy’s their first born baby. The new-born Plan’s, in danger.
And the morrow came. And the morrow went. And so history today, is not … happening. What is happening, is, Liar’s Poker. Only those who shamelessly lie … end up … winning.
“May a lie be a good thing if it belies, another lie, larger,” asks Arthur, of Urantia (Earth)? We; Kim and Don and Art agree on Art’s fictional plan to save from itself Urantian, earth.
Three soiree, nightly, on Luna. Three, lunatic, brothers. Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter. The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and
philosophy, on, highlands. Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand …. Never!
The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands. And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California. Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,
acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands. And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization. For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an
Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,
written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?
And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS: Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply, “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”
Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation. Trust in them verily, is very mistaken. And Arthur should know. He has been meeting with them (Kim
and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications. Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side. It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate. It’s from the moon.
There is strength, in numbers. More on that, later. For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.
Art’s just a greeter. A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don. But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men. In brothers and sisters. In fathers and … mothers.
Art greets, professionally: Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us. Tweet: “Honorable Kim: Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.” Greet by tweet.
Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted. No talk of any issues, substantively. Just greetings. If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.
On Presidents Kim and Don. And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.