How to get billions of wise men, to listen to one another? And reason, together? How to get them to do what they have not done for Holy men.

Men like Abraham, Solomon, Jesus and Mohammed. Arthur knows. Nothing less than a miracle can help Arthur, help men.

Holy men. Men like Abraham, Solomon, Jesus and Mohammed. Like Buddha, Confucius, Gandhi and Martin Luther King. Arthur, knows. Nothing less than

miracles can help Arthur, help men, help themselves. Save a miracle, nothing, can be done. But Art, has a plan.

Vestiges of slavery (and virulent racism), live on. White privilege, too. To the effects we now see, in societies, ever increasingly, fractured. In Art’s

vision, daily viewings of ‘Earthrise’, may neuro-scientifically bond, the ever distrustful, brothers … of Art.

In Art’s vision ‘Earthrise’ neuro-scientifically bonds, distrustful brothers. “Now’s the time,” says Sun Tsu. Sun Tsu says, “Strike while weak,

is the cabal.” Says Sun Tsu, “Move from weapons, to words. “Use children, to write them. For the ever strong are, for the moment, weak.”

Momentarily, strongmen, are vulnerable. To yet another student movement, populist. University students left to join, elementary, sisters

and brothers. Move from weapons, to words. But don’t, just march. Tweet, your feelings. Enjoin, your criminal, leaders.

Enjoin the criminal leaders of the cabal. Momentarily, strongmen are vulnerable. Like no time, ere. There is much to do, beyond marching. Your feelings, tweet.

Move, from weapons to words. Against tweets of peace, no weapon deters. So … let US … tweet.

Climate change. Thanks to Greta, a gateway issue. And thanks to Alexandria’s green new deal, gateway solutions, possibly. MAYDAYS. Viral,

eventually, it’ll go. So pay attention, Vlad, Xi and lovers, Kim and Don. Endorse, a Kim-Don Plan, eventually, transcendentally, going, viral.

A lot to lose has the master puppeteer. Imagine the shock waves of a forced resignation of The Don, upon his brothers, in the cabal. Especially,

Vladimir, Xi and Kim. When they realize that the people are wise, to their shenanigans. And their … apostasy.

Shenanigans, political and apostasy, spiritual. The foundation of much of the conflict bloodily marking, history, nonfictional. Lots to lose has Putin,

the master, puppeteer. And apprentice, puppeteers. Imagine their consternation, on Don’s resignation.

That consternation was on display last evening at the brothers’ nightly soirée, on Luna. Converging on Luna, in dreams. Meeting there, truths, to tell,

not lies. To spark the conceptual phase of, Kim and Don’s, Kim-Don Plan, the truth … to tell.

Indeed only cursorily has the Kim-Don Plan been considered by its purported co-author, Presidents: Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin; Xi Jinping; Kim

Jong un and Donald John Trump. Co-authors of allegorical fiction, nonfictional. Key are Nobels for Don and Kim.

Key to the climax of the greatest story ever tweeted, ironically, are two statuettes. Statuettes become a planet’s greatest prizes. Don and Kim,

authors of MAYDAYS’s real allegorical fiction, may really be Nobel Peace Prize winners. All hail, Don, and Kim.

Kim and Don. Authors, along with Vlad and Xi of allegorical fiction, worthy maybe of a Peace Prize, or, alternatively, a Nobel for literature. Kim and Don.

Sounds … rhymes … like Kingdom. A portent. Of peaceful prosperity. Born of The Kim and The Don.

Greta is stealing Don’s thunder with her Fridays for Futures campaign, demanding immediate action to mitigate, climate change. Less than

eleven years left to ameliorate the warming of the planet. We had a Plan in Paris. A Plan, The Don, withdrew US, from.

We had a Plan in Paris. A Plan The Don, withdrew US from. Back when he was a freshman president. Ironically, in only his second year, bets being too risky,

all bets are off. He’s resigning. To be like Greta, a climate activist, albeit, near, incredibly.

Under pressure, Don’s resigning. To implausibly reinvent himself to be, like Greta, not a schoolgirl, but a climate activist. And the Paris Agreement, he

as President withdrew US from, becomes centerpiece of a Kim-Don Plan for global, peace and prosperity.

The Paris Agreement Don withdrew US from, is become centerpiece of a Kim-Don Plan for global, peace and prosperity. The President’s

being forced to resign. To protect himself, his family and his brand. And he’s reinventing himself, to … remain, relevant.

Don’s lawyers are secretly negotiating the terms of the President’s surprise resignation. To protect, in order of importance, himself, his

brand and his family. He’s reinventing himself to remain politically relevant. To assets, protect. It is, what it is.

The President’s lawyers are secretly negotiating the terms of what Republicans shall be characterizing as a ‘shocking’ resignation. Unexpected,

certainly. Surprising? Maybe. But, certainly not, shocking. Shocking, would have been doing, what was expected.

Shocking would have been, had The Don actually done, what has been expected of him. Alas for The Don, ’twas not to be. Rudy, o/b/o Vladimir

and The Don, secretly negotiates terms favorable to them. Apprentice Don. And Master Puppeteer. President, Vladimir.

Draconian sentencings and ‘Danteian’ punishments: Re-education, with a twist. Watching in utter shame their future torments in rereading, readings.

Readings on the wisdom in Golden Rules. And service to others. Terrifying to the brothers’ cabal is reading.

Facing the prospect of a sentence of millions of years of re-education, reading everything on wisdom, Truth and reconciliation and a green, new

deal, terrified are Kim Jong un, Donald Trump, Xi Jinping and puppet master, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, anew.

Terrified are Kim Jong un, Donald Trump, Xi Jinping and puppet master, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, anew. Anew it is true, because these three

despots and a despot wannabe live lives, in fear. Now terrified moreover, by the prospect of reading, eternally.

Truly terrified is Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, the erstwhile KGB and the erstwhile, Russian master, of puppetry. Of Kim and Don and, especially, of Xi.

Three despots and a wannabe, live in fear. Terrified moreover by the prospect of reading, eternally.

The prospect of reading was especially distressing to wannabe Don. Even more than prison, Don fears reading. The Don’s brothers, however, fear prison,

more. They all fear prison. Even more, with that little girl, climate warrior, @GretaThunberg, in Sweden.

The members of the cabal fear prison. More now, now that a little girl climate warrior, a modern-day, Joan of Arc, communists, have found in Sweden.

The prospect of prison was most distressing to the Presidents of the cabal not American, i.e., all of them.

A modern-day Joan of Arc. A little girl, climate warrior. And Lord knows likely, she fights like a girl, too. A slip of a girl have communists found, in Sweden.

She fights like a girl. Unfairly. Men demand she return to school for further … instructions.

Her elders are demanding that Greta return to school. For standard instruction, in lieu of instructions on how to avert, an oncoming, castrophe,

scientifically documented. No Joan of Arc. Just a girl, climate warrior with Asperger’s, averting, a castrophe.

The role in which the bit actor The Don in His Story, stars, may be that of bumbling, hero, intentional, or the unconventional anti-heroic hero. Time,

only indirectly shall tell whether hero, or not. At issue on Judgment Day: where his soul goes, in time.

At issue on Judgment Day is where his soul goes, in time. His. And ours. Time, inexorably, tells. For the roles in His Story we bit actors ironically, play, may be as heroes.

Or less than heroes. And, of course, not as to all men, is any other man, a hero.

Verily, ‘tis a given that not as to all men is any other man a hero. That’s why He, not ye, decide. At issue Judgment Day: Whether our souls further go, in time.

His goes back, more than likely, for re-education. We go on to Heaven at Godspeed … in time.

Sick souls are sentenced to lengthy re-education whilst we go on Heavenly ways at Godspeed in time. It’s why He, not ye, decide on matters, weighty.

Re-education. More schooling. More reading. Condemned to read, shall be Donny. And the brothers, of Donny.

Re-education. More schooling. More reading. Condemned to read may be Donny and his brothers. And humbly serving, over a long time the Muslims,

Mexicans and other Urantians, by them, sleighted. Punishments are Danteian. Real penance in Draconian sentencing.

In last night’s dreamy soirée Draconian sentencings and ‘Danteian’ punishment: Re-education, with twists. Watching in shame, future torments.

Like service to others. And readings. On the wisdom in Golden Rules. Futures terrifying, to a cabal’s, presidents.

“Heaven help us,” the people cry upon hearing the news, of yet another, atrocity. Yet another mass murdering, terror attack. This one, ironically,

by a white nationalist, who cited Trump as a symbol, of a common purpose and a renewed, white, identity.

Yet another, mass murder terror, attack. This one, ironically, by a white nationalist, citing The Don as a uniting symbol of white purpose, white

identity, and white renewal. The 45th president of US: Donald John Trump. Anti-hero? Or, an Antichrist, white?

Donald John Trump. On yet
another, mass murdering, terrorist, attack. This one by a white nationalist, citing Don as a symbol of white

purpose, white identity and white renewal. The President: What in Hell, is he? Hero? Anti-hero? Or Antichrist, white?

What role in His Story may be playing The Don? Hero? Anti-hero? Or an Antichrist, pale-faced? The President’s categorically denying that white

nationalism is a problem on the rise in US. Denying that he is a symbol of identity, purpose and renewal, white.

A symbol of white identity for some (quite many), is The Don. And the role in which bit actor Don in His Story, stars, may be that of a bumbling, hero,

intentional, or alternatively, an unconventional, anti-hero. Time shall tell whether hero, or anti-hero.

Time indirectly shall tell, whether the Flip-Flopper-in-Chief on Judgment Day, is hero, or anti-hero. The role in which bit actor Don in His Story, stars,

may be that of a bumbling, hero, intentional, or that of the unconventional … anti-heroic … star.

The role in which the bit actor The Don in His Story, stars, may be that of bumbling, hero, intentional, or the unconventional … anti-heroic … hero.

Time, only indirectly shall tell whether hero, or not. At issue on Judgment Day: where his soul, goes.

Co-authored and self-published by Sino-Russo neighbors Vlad and Xi, on the dark web; a text to subvert big-headed, sore-loser, Americans.

Negotiate with President Don and with President Don only. Just flatter him. Get good deals, from a witless, American.

The youthful face of climate change is Greta’s. Smooth, not weather-beaten, like men. A modern day, Joan of Arc. Only 16. Short, of stature. Towering

over, taller, men. The story of a child that could. She did. Because she could, over taller men, towering.

The iceman, Don, cometh. And Don, since ye know, what ye’ve done, ye know, what’s coming. Until recently, like Kim in Hanoi, ye’ve had no plan,

alternative. A contingency, Plan B’. And ye’ve presided, poorly. Greta on the contrary … has a great … plan.

At the Watcher Penemue’s direction Arthur presents to the Urantians, Twitter’s propriety algorithm, as present. To pen tweets to entities,

proprietary, corporate, corporal or political, decision, making They need not, rhyme. But they must be … timely.

Everything past; everything present; everything in futures, too (having happened (then), too), literally, string connected to encompassing, presents.

Pasts and futures, in circuit, connected. Arthur presents to thee, Twitter’s algorithm, as present.

Students skipping school, worldwide, to demand responsible governmental action towards addressing, climate, change. On the ides of March,

ironically, of all days. A gateway issue; to address connected issues like human migration and sex trafficking, march!

Russia’s Vlad. China’s Xi. North Korea’s Kim and The Don. The gang, of four. An evil, cabal. Four men plot for their nations, how to divide, among victors,

the spoils. Everything, in the end, will be alright. So long as the war booty goes to, the victors.

The deal’s been: The Americas to Don. From the Arctic to Antarctica. The Koreas to Kim. China and Africa to Xi. And for Vladimir, the uber crafty,

Russian, Russia, India and Europe. Urantia’s been divvied up, in secret, compacts. Remember … Helsinki?

Remember indeed, Helsinki. Recall, Don’s ass-kissing representation of US, there. And Vietnam. Where shockingly, the Don-Juan-lover, Donald, in Hanoi,

less than graciously, from their table, stood up. Mucking up, for the American team, the works, in Hanoi.

It’s bad Karma not to follow, the Golden Rule. Conversely it’s wise to treat others, as one likes, to be treated. Today, MAYDAY 1350, may surreally

mark, Mueller’s end game, for Don’s presidency. In Art’s MAYDAYS, the Watcher is Bob Mueller, allegorically.

Everything past; everything present; everything in futures, too (having happened (then), too), literally, string connected to encompassing, presents.

Pasts and futures, in circuit, connected. Arthur presents to thee, Twitter’s algorithm, as present.

Even as his character is assassinated on Friday, Caesar-wannabe-Don, pivots, surreally. Thoughts of his son Brandon coping with elements

changed Don into a climate change believer, instantly. Neuroscience. More than a match, for a flip-flopping, President.

Neuroscience. The mere thought of his son Brandon battling elements changed Don into a climate change believer, instantly. Protecting children.

An instinct more fundamental even than self, preservation. Slow, climate change. Let US do it, for the children.

“For our children. For the children. Most suffer and sacrifice, willingly, for the children. The Drumpf clan, is particularly noble,

ironically, that way. Art’s MAYDAYS: chock full of irony. To get to empathy from sympathy. For the futures of our children.

For the futures of our children, let US, pray. And March! Coming soon: AI programming, turns passion into compassion and sympathy, to empathy.

For the futures of our legatee, innocents. To do things, democratically. And not necessarily, revolutionarily.

Children: Pray! And march! For the futures of children, pray. Make passion’s compassion, sympathy’s empathy. Let’s pray! Resolutely, march!

A quarter of US (27%), are ye. Your lives. The hottest ever! For collective futures, do pray. But be sure, to march!

This is Art’s book of tweets entitled X MAYDAYS (where X equals the total number of days beginning when Don, descended from, a heavenly, dwelling). Indeed, a most fateful, day.

Soirees. And dreams. And couplet, tweets, followed.  His. Mine. And those of seemingly, countless others.  Composing from them, a cautionary tale … incredible … only seemingly.