Neuroscience, passion, compassion and His Grand timing, hold for man, verily, hope. Hope, remains. How truly to get, from mistrust to trust? Arty,

knows how. Behavior modification. Not on individuals, but rather on the planet. The entire, global community.

Washington‘s abuzz. Everywhere in Washington, everyone’s asking, When’s the witch hunter, filing? And it may well be, that the filing gets filed, on Friday,

the ides of March. Coinciding, in a twist of fate, with Greta’s climate change march, on Friday.

Don’s expecting some news on Friday. Fake news, he may allege. He’ll call Kim. Kim will call him. Each, to remind the other, of Alfred. Alfred, Nobel.

And to remind one another, that they’ll need to work, with all Godspeed to win, Peace Prizes, Nobel.

“A failure to plan is a plan to fail.” Words to live by. North Korean real estate prices plummet after the Hanoi, summit, collapse, between a boy-

president, and an, old-man, president. Between them, who trusts? Neither … the man … nor the boy.

Who trusts the other? Neither. Neither man nor boy trust the earlier and later reproductions of these manly versions of the species. So-called, wise men.

But wise men only seasonally, show. Upon Yuletide holidays when 3 regular men … play 3 … wise men.

But on Urantia three wise men show up, only seasonally. Upon the Yuletide holidays. When three regular men, play three wise men. Who on Urantia trusts,

another? Neither. Neither man, nor boy, trust. These poor copies of men … are worthy not … of trust.

How to get from mistrust to trust? How on Earth (Urantia) to get there, in view of the fact that men have never trusted in one another? Witness, Cain

and Abel. But neuroscience, passion, compassion and timing, promise, second bites from, the apple, remain.

Witness Cain & Abel. But neuroscience, passion, compassion and timing, hold for man hope, second bites, remain. How to get from mistrust …

to trust? How on Earth (Urantia) to get two notorious liars, to trust in one another, if men, in men, do not trust.

Witness Cain and Abel. And Kim and Don. But neuroscience, passion, compassion and timing, hold for man, verily, hope. Hope, remains. How truly to get, from mistrust to trust? Art knows Skinner’s, modifications. Not on single units carbon, but on, the planet. An entire, community.

MAYDAYS: An epic story, poetically rendered. Less geological than archaeological. Silver bullet algorithms, in verse. Panaceas for Pangaea, in plain sight, hidden.

Of men in high places, behaving, badly. To save Urantia (Earth), and ‘Earthling,’ Urantians.

“An allegory is MAYDAYS,” Don, last night, in soirée, said. “An epic story, poetically rendered. By me. Silver bullet algorithms, in verse,” Don says.

Panaceas for Pangaea, in plain sight, hidden.” And so he practiced before a mirror what to his base, say.

“An allegory is MAYDAYS,” preens President Don, before a mirror. Mirroring, in that way what to say, to his base. “ Greatly rendered, is verse

telling epic stories. By me. My brothers, of great help, were. Silver bullet algorithms in verse, our verses.”

“An allegory is MAYDAYS. Algorithmic, silver-jacketed, bullets, in verse, my verses,” preens President Don, before a mirror. Mirroring, that way

what to say, to his base. “Great verse telling, an epic story. By me. My brothers helped some, by the way.

“An allegory is MAYDAYS. Algorithmic, silver-jacketed, bullets, in verse. My verses,” preens President Don before a mirror. Mirroring, that way, what to say,

to his base. “Great verse telling, an epic, story. By me. My brothers helped a little, by the way.

“An allegory is MAYDAYS,” practices Don before a mirror, in his presidential residence. Mirroring, what to say, to his base. “An epic story, poetically,

rendered. By me. Silver bullet algorithms, in verse,” Don emotes, self-servingly. Welcome to Plan ZZZ.”

“An allegory of a Faustian bargain is MAYDAYS. With the slow witted and recklessly impulsive Don as Faust. Most characters, play, in the verses,

themselves. Some, others. Like Bob Mueller. He is the Watcher, Penemue. Pen. He’s inspiring, bullets, in verse.

MAYDAY 1: TUESDAY, June 16, 2015. At the link: The Don’s presidential, announcement, speech. Donald John Trump (née Drumpf, aka, The Don).

In lieu of Master of the Universe, Don settles for president, of US.
To defend against all enemies, the Constitution.

Arthur, admittedly, is from a future. Here on a mission to save y’all from yourselves, generally. And from a cabal of ruthless dictators, that presently, do

unduly misrule, over ye. Don’s an apprentice dictator. Welcome, to Arthur‘s world, your world, too.

Art’s from the future. Our brother, prodigal. Returned to save US from other brothers of ours, so brutally ruling … US. Predictably, The Donald

is but a dictator, apprentice. Come, the ides of March. Not, for Caesar. Ides come, this time, for Donald.

Come, the ides. Not for Caesar but for Don. At the Watcher’s behest, Art’s been summoned to save creation. So mark Arthur’s words. God willing,

Arthur’s been extorting his brothers. Blackmailing them. Tweeting them to do, however unwillingly, right things.

On death at the hand of cruel, wonderful, irony. Irony is killing Art. Witness the Buffoon-in-Chief. He loves, liberty. And he loves, freedom. And Kim,

he loves too, off and on. He loves all, he lies. His base, loves him. Love, on Urantia. Too oft … a whim.

Witness a Buffoon-in-Chief. He loves liberty. He loves freedom. Kim Jong un, he loves too, off and on. He loves all he lies to. Or, on. A base, loves him. Love,

on Urantia. Too oft, a whim. Seemingly surreal, His love. It is, what it is. Everlasting, love.

Love, ethereal. Too oft, on Urantia, too ethereal. But His love is, what it is. And it is, matter. And it matters, tri-dimensionally.

Physically; metaphysically; and spiritually. Dust are ye. Dust, shall ye be. Metaphysical matter. Dark matter. And energy.

Dust are ye. Dust shall ye be. Mysteriously tho, metaphysical matters, critically, matter. Dark matter. And energy. He is not just light. Energy

dark, also is He. He is The Fabric. The Matrix. All things is He Who creates. He Who pens, human histories.

MAYDAY 1343: FRIDAY, MARCH 8, 2019: Knowing Bob, given all that’s publicly known and given also the grave nature of the emergencies

become, Don’s presidency, Arthur the author can’t imagine Bob’s report, under the circumstances, not calling, for, remedies.

Given all that’s already known (and knowing Bob), and given also the nature of the emergency that has become The Don’s presidency, Arthur

the author can’t imagine any report of Bob’s, under the circumstances, not calling for bold action. So sayeth, Arthur.

Given the three givens previously tweeted, a near given is it unto laymen even that President Donald is not long for this presidency. Follow Art. Take

Tweet, in 280 characters, or less, your take, on Art’s take. Given all the givens, given, it’s a near given that Don is not long for the presidency. Take

the #chachomanopapachallenges. Tweet, in exactly 280 characters (less is OK), your take, on Art’s take.

Tweet a rhyme in 280 characters. In 40 words or so, pen, your take, on Art’s take. Friendly as solitaire. Challenging too. Like Sodoku. Or crosswords.

Contests. To be written into, Arthur Everman’s, MAYDAYS. Better than, Sodoku. Better than … crosswords.

Tweet a rhyme to Art. In 280 characters. Forty or so, words. To pen your take, on Art’s take. To be written into Arthur’s

MAYDAYS. In Arthur’s discretion to be edited into Arthur’s MAYDAYS, expose. To market it. A contest. Of algorithms. On Twitter.

Welcome to my world, Earthlings. It is your world, too. Arthur, admittedly, is from the future. Here on a mission to save y’all, from yourselves, generally,

and from a cabal of ruthless dictators that rule over ye along with a budding dictator … wannabe.

Will Kim and Don return to confrontation? Or, may cooler heads, prevail. MAYDAYS answers, questions. Questions, pedagogical. Questions,

asked and questions, answered. Art invites, evolutionary, questions. And the elusive answers, to all such … questions.

MAYDAYS answers, questions. Questions, pedagogical. Questions, asked and questions, answered. Art invites, evolutionary questions.

And their elusive answers. Answers like: Consolidation of the nations and a Golden Rule governing relations … inter-human.

Art invites, evolutionary questions. And their elusive answers. Answers like: Consolidation of the nations and a Golden Rule governing relations,

between humans. MAYDAYS answers questions. Questions, pedagogical. Questions asked and questions, answered. Towards, heavenly, wisdom.

Before neither God nor man bows, Vlad. Bent on recapturing the former stature of the former, Soviet Union, everyone knows: Neither

murder nor lying is out of bounds, for him. ‘Tis far better than the bearing of responsibility, for the errors … of others.

Everyone knows: Neither murder nor lying is out of bounds for President Putin. Bent on recapturing the former stature of the former, Soviet Union,

to catch up with US, Vlad can’t slow down. And before neither God nor man bows, President Vladimir … Putin.

“Tweet using exactly 280 characters exactly what ye wish to express. And not one character, less.” So said Penemue to Art. Neither murder nor lying,

is out of bounds, for President Putin. Before no God bows down, President, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.

Where have ye been, man? Climate change, denier. Naked, nativist. All of a sudden to pivot, on a dime. Now to take on, heart-wrenching, human

migration, changing climates and constant, violence? Against man. And Earth. Where on Earth, have ye been … man?

On emergent talks, post Singapore, and Hanoi. Talks emergent, in the wake of a wait and we’ll see in Singapore and an immediately apparent failure, in

Hanoi. But the Nobels are in December. And each of them wants the other, to win. Or, for both … to win.

Mayday 1340: Tuesday March 5, 2019. ‘Twas just a day ago. Yesterday. When we ought have marched forth. Across, a country. And marched also forth,

across tiny, Earth. Wasted, opportunity. Wasted, yesterday. We ought have … marched forth … on the fourth.

Ecstatic, was puppeteer Vladimir when Don won against a long-time thorn in his side. Vladimir placed a low-balling bet hoping for a political lottery winner.

Vladimir knew 2 things: Failure to plan are plans to fail. And The Don … specializes in failure.

RICO. He whom once upon a time, so heavy-handedly, persuaded, the Mafia. Poll: 64 percent believe the President committed crimes before. But Don learned not, from anyone, wisdom. Wisdom like, “if ye shy away from doing the time Don, do not the crime, Don.”

Thank ye, cousin RICO. The governmental enforcer that, once upon a time, rolled the Mafia. Poll: 64 percent of Americans believe The Don committed crimes

before. But Don learned not, from anyone, wisdom. Wisdom like, if ye shy from doing time, do not the crime.

As an unindicted co-conspirator, Don figures his best odds on skipping prison, lie in being re-elected, the American, president. Cousin RICO,

tho, a governmental enforcer, has the goods on him, and his family. For criminal, enterprises. Thank you … RICO!

RICO. He whom once upon a time, so heavy-handedly, persuaded, the Mafia. Poll: 64 percent believe the President committed crimes before. But Don

learned not, from anyone, wisdom. Wisdom like, “if ye shy away from doing the time Don, do not the crime, Don.”

Today, Monday, March 4, 2019. A date that ever waxes, poetic. It is both date and command. And so Art, commandingly, commands thee: “Save,

the date. For an inaugural GCD (Global Citizenship Day), some day soon, maybe. If a Kim-Don Plan, Urantia, saves.

#SaveTomorrowToday. The hashtag part of Art’s campaign to blackmail the cabal of his brothers that rule US. It must go, today, emergently, viral.

Accordingly, Arthur, commands thee: Tweet, children, to the nations. #SaveTomorrowToday.
Let’s go … viral.

Directed at adult Urantian specimens Art’s campaign to blackmail a cabal of brothers that rule US, is spinning its wheels, tho, eventually,

viral, it must go. “Tweet, @GretaThunberg and @DavidHogg111, to all, the true natures of emergencies.”

@GretaThunberg and @DavidHogg111: Tweet to all, the true nature of the emergencies. Art’s campaign to blackmail a global cabal of brothers,

ruling US is spinning its wheels, tho, eventually, it must go, viral. Help Art, extort, his brothers.
cc:@AOC

Greta, David and Alexandria (@AOC): Tweet the true nature of these emergencies. Desperate men do desperate things. Witness, Vlad, Don,

Kim and Xi. Art’s campaign, must go viral. Help Art blackmail, devilishly, evil, brothers. Support Plan Kim-Don. Not Don.

Not too surprisingly, Commie Democrats want to steal Don’s thunder. It’s just not fair. Her stealing his brand new, green, deal.

On a green new deal. Upon Don’s resignation, he’s transforming from apprentice president to apprentice super hero. A big deal.

Addressing climate change, human migrations and their exacerbating, conflicts is, bar none, job one, for Homo sapiens. Job one for Homo

sapiens is rising above divisive differences, insidiously petty, in effect, so destructively, dehumanizing, for we, Homos.