X MAYDAYS:  A Wikipedia-like, epic poem, re-written, in real-time, as necessary, to avoid, a looming, MAYDAY.

X MAYDAYS is many things, but fundamentally, it is but a simple, algorithm. A set of instructions, is, MAYDAYS.

Nations:  Accede to the natural order.  One man.  One vote.  And, likewise … for women.

A natural order.  A unitary community of brothers and sisters.  For tomorrow’s … (wo)man.

Delusion, on steroids.  On the stump, even as, as of yet, nameless, bloated faces float, face

up, or down, somewhere in the panhandle, of Florida.  For The Don MUST, rouse his base.