The body language of the petulant President (pictured in the middle here), paints a picture of a man, courting, an attack, coronary. For this President,
under constant pressure is clearly, cracking. Coming soon are the ides of January … Mr. President.
In verse, a tragi-comic, story. With each couplet, linked to a pertinent, photo, or video. But each verse is more. For each verse, like the whole
work, works, as an algorithm. Instructions. On regarding climate, migrants and a global citizenry, as a whole.
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To force Don to resign. Apply, pressure. Indict. Convict. And flip, the convicted. Corral, in order to pen, the President. That is the plan of the Special
Counsel. If in need of muscle, he will bring RICO to bear. To make Don resign, show him, some muscle.
The First Family scions Ivanka and Jared, having already brought to US, Manafort, Flynn and Scaramucci, are poised again, to chart, a correction, of course.
To get Don to resign, the people need their cousin, RICCO, to lean on him and his family of course.
President Don. The idiot, who would be, he not-so-secretly dreams, a royally, sovereign king. Or an autocrat. Ruthless. All-powerful. And filthy …
rich. Now if only he could but close tired eyes and at least nap, if not, sleep. Perchance to dream, maybe.
President Nancy … Pelosi …. Let that, @GOP (cc: @dccc), sink in. And, rethink (both of ye), everything. For neither the GOP nor the Dems know, surreally,
what is really, going on. It’s beyond them. And beyond US. It is about, the scripting, of history.
From US. To Russia, China, North Korea and Saudi … Arabia. The Don-toxin was from US, disseminated, widely. Bromance … is in the air, of all … of Urantia.
On the tried, and true, love, between, old men. And love between … young men … on Urantia.
Get out of town, President Don. While the getting, is good. Cut, for yourself, a sweetheart, deal. So ye can retire. To green, pastures. To stud. To write,
your memoirs. On making America great again. That is what your golden years, ought be for. To write.
Witness the cross one in the foreground, with his arms, self-defensively, crossed. Against the written word, he is, defenseless.
Thoughtful words shall prevail over swords, bombs and firearms. Swords, bombs, and firearms, against the word, are defenseless.
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BREAKING: Recommended reading at the link. Consider it a prequel to the Special Counsel’s sequel, later today. As upon The Don the pressure to resign
from the presidency, like a cancerous Don-Toxin, grows. Increasingly, a clamor: For the sake of US resign.
On Urantian history, frozen, in a tweet: From modern day Afghanistan to Mugabe’s, Zimbabwe. The construction of dwellings, pitted against firearms
and bulldozers. But the written word, albeit not brick walls shall prove to be mightier than the sword and the firearm.
Keep on tweeting, President Don. On your witch hunts. And on your non-collusion with the Russians and your obstructions,
of justice. Keep on, defending yourself. Keep on tweeting. Keep on tweeting yourself … straight to federal prison … President Don.
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Heavily redacted is Special Counsel Bob’s sentencing memo in the matter of Flynn. Bob is signaling to all that he’s got the goods on President Don and his family.
Happy is Bob with Flynn. Very happy, indeed. But Bob’s happiness is making Don, most unhappy.
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Increasingly unhappy is becoming President Don. As his secrets become, revealed. For the secrets revealed thus far pale next to what very dramatically,
Special Counsel Bob, soon shall be revealing. To the entire nation. And to the nations, internationally.
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