Penned last night, in conjunction with brothers of the cabal, a special tweet to Britain. “Hi Brits! As ye may know by now, no one more passionately tweets

for Brexit, than Vlad. Don’t let him have his way. Tweet for Britain. Tweet for US. Please, tweet.”

In fact, in MAYDAY’s, fictional nonfiction, the President and Master Puppeteer of Russia and the apprentice puppeteers of his cabal, as far change

is concerned, are more concerned about geopolitical change than geological and sociological, climate change.

The human conundrum: To evolve while devolving. To learn to empathize, not merely sympathize. To abandon notions of kingly sovereignties. To

emphasize compassion and community. And to complement limited human intelligence with artificial intelligence, too.

Vlad’s apprentice Don, lusts for oil, Art dares say, lustily. Iran’s oil’s doable, Don thinks, maybe. Naked deniability, sans even plausibility these days,

suffices. Waters return, to their levels, in time. Still, President Donny lusts, for oil, everyday.

The child-in-chief once threw tantrums for toys Vlad’s GRU (think KGB) tells him. Then power. Then women. Vladimir’s men compromised him.

In Moscow. Injecting him. Taping him. Then, cultivating him. Iran’s oil’s doable, Vlad knows, Don recklessly, reasons.

Iran’s oil is takable The Don tells his generals. And anyone else within earshot. In this idiotic case, the Russians and the Chinese, chiefly.

Everybody is listening in on President Donald. Derisive, the laughter; at us. And a cartoon … buffoon-in-chief.

Derisive has been the laughter at us thinks Art. And US. At a cartoonish, buffoon-in-chief, whose cartoonish antics are now translating into policies,

criminal. Mike and John shared a laugh recalling reminding Don, that Iranians aren’t Muslims, really.