Wield ever the pen as a shield. In defense, of self. But a pen, moreover, may be weaponized. For a pen or tab, so weaponized, may tweet, industrially,
not propaganda, but genuine, opinion. Well measured, metered, poetry. Nothing emotes, quite like, poetry.
Pen (Penemue) said to Art, “Nothing emotes, quite like, poetry. Well measured, metered, poetry. Wield the pen as a shield. In defense, of self. Be sure neither pen
nor tweet, to weaponize with anything other, than opinion, genuine.” So said to Arthur, Pen.
“Pursuant to the Golden Rule no pen nor tab may be used to weaponize any word. Self-defense excepted, load not any tweet, with other than opinion,
genuine and like, commentary. Nothing emotes, quite like, poetry. Well metered, poetry.”
Impeach Trump? What are the odds? Consult with your bookie. Or call, Las Vegas. Arthur, verily, is from the future. But Arthur traveled to the past, to
get here. Here on Urantia (Earth). In the present. Knowing not, at all, the future. Like all of ye, too.
Art knows not, the future. Just like everybody. Except the futures he’s from. And other pasts. And other futures, he’s been. Impeach President
Trump? What are the odds? Consult with a bookie. Or call Las Vegas. Get good odds on the axing, of the President.
What’s happening? With all this summitry? What’s happening indeed? Kim Jong Un may, in April, visit a Russian ship during Putin’s summit with him.
On Putin’s agenda; three or four items: Kim; Don; Art and Don’s extra-marital relationship with Kim.
On Putin’s agenda; three or four items: Kim; Don; Art and Don’s extra-marital relationship with Kim. What’s happening with all this summitry, now?
What’s happening, behind the scenes? Behind closed doors. Not even their intertwined, shadows, know.