MAYDAYS: Setting: Urantia. Characters: Art and 8 billion brothers. Plot: Art, in soirées lunar with all of them, commune. To soirée. To pen

there, their poetry. On Luna, for reasons atmospheric, only the truth can be thought, tweeted or there, even spoken.

The crucial question is not whether President Donald John Trump has violated the law but whether the nation, The Don has been selling

out, for his personal gain. As if in sequel to “The Art of the Deal,” “The Art of the Steal, Art, is telling.

We wine and dine, in soirée, on Luna. We four brothers: Kim and Xi and Vladimir and me. And me, is Art. The prodigal one. The prodigal, brother.

Back from the future. To wine dine and soirée. Speaking soberly, albeit, not sober. On Luna. With my brothers.

Kim. Xi. Vladimir. Don. And Art, the prodigal, brother. Art’s back. Back, from the future. To wine dine and soirée, with them. To save humanity. For our children.

For it is our destiny that we be, as He, intended. Brotherly. For the sake, of the children.