In training is Arthur. And while the Angel Trainee wins his wings with a planetary save, that, for store greeter Arthur, no conflicting interest, is. Art

must coerce them. By leaking the minutes, of meetings. Blackmailing his presidential brothers, is Art.

Publicly blackmailing, Arthur’s brothers. At first glance, a course of action near certainly suicidal given the proximity in Russia of Vladimir Putin’s

Novichok, to anyone on the planet. Going public here, feels safe. Unlike, in Russia, with Vlad Putin.

Going public here is safer than elsewhere. We’ve got more powerful, institutions. Less powerful, men. Here, words like freedom and liberty,

everywhere, empower. Unlike in Russia. China. Kim’s Korea. Saudi Arabia. Turkey. Iran. And Brazil following Hungary.

We need to be rid of leaders discriminating against humanity. Re-educating them. Imprisoning them. Executing them, with sovereign,

impunity. Unless they change like the climates do, why live under such men? Are we sheep, … to be so herded? Or are we … men?

Are we sheep, to be so herded? Or are we men? Arthur warned them last night. At last evening’s soirée on Luna, Art clearly warned them: “Know, men,

this: The ides of March are coming. Decry the sovereignties. Decry inhumanity. Decry!” he cried … to them.