Never stop, however, imagining. There’s more than one way to skin a cat, some barbarics, say. In lieu of nonfictional actualities, Arthur’s

tweeting, next best things. Tweets written directly to them. Tweets blackmailing them. Blowing a whistle, is Arthur.

Blackmailing his brothers is Art. Because, while they speak the truth on Urantia they lie like dogs, on Luna. And he’s recommending that humans

ironically do, what humans no longer do, that is to say, communicate directly, with their most, sovereign, men.

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