Look at that face. And the scowl, on the face. “Fear me, brown man,” it For I am Orange Man. Stand up to Putin. Now! Between today and May days’ end. Stand up too,

to Xi, Kim and Don. Mother Nature’s attacking. To aspire to all-weather plans some day, too.

Stand up to Putin. And Between today and May days’ end, stand up to Xi, Kim and Don too. Mother Nature’s attacking; her way of doing it, His Way.

An opportunity, to counterattack, to heal. Needed: Volunteers. To hack, by tweeting. Force change, right away.

Art’s a whistleblower; exposing wrongdoing. As he’s doing with his Cabal-sitting brothers: Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don and Cabal wannabe, MbS. Living

Arthur’s life has gotten risky. Wining and dining him every evening, giving way to killing him, the next, morning.

@antonioguterres: This is intolerable! Dissolve the UN and start over! Your Security Council’s Angela and Emmanuel; made irrelevant, by a known, international

Cabal of criminals. Living Arthur’s life has gotten, risky. Quite, intolerable.
cc: @INTERPOL_HQ

The UN’s Security Council; made irrelevant by a known international Cabal of criminals. The same ones daily awaiting, the passing of a hearse.

Arthur’s. And the passing also, as a whistleblowing threat, Arthur’s, MAYDAYS. An algorithm. Destinies, in verse.

Arthur’s, MAYDAYS. An algorithm. Destinies, in verse. A panacea for Pangaea. An alternative reality. Not the surreally unreal track ye unwittingly,

traverse. Please seriously treat Arthur’s whistleblowing threat and the Cabal’s threats against Art, deadly.

Arthur’s, MAYDAYS. An algorithm. Destinies, in verse. A panacea for Pangaea. An alternative reality. Not the surreally unreal track ye traverse,

unwittingly. To reverse the toxic effect of a Don-Toxin, Arthur’s MAYDAYS. An earth-saving algorithm, in verse.