All ye need know is that Mueller himself found against President Don, no collusion. And presumably, not enough incriminating ‘smoking gun’ evidence

of obstruction of justice, to say so. Had Barack done things Don’s done, a different fate, would be evident.

Had Barack done the things that The Don has done, his fate would have been different. Mueller has found not, enough incriminating ‘smoking gun’

type, evidence of obstruction of justice to just say so. No exoneration. Just, a stain. No big deal. No problem.

No collusion (no conspiracy). No obstruction, possibly. And, for the road, no exoneration. Just a stain, on the presidency. No big, deal. No problem.

Except now that he’s done all these things and gotten away with it, The Don’s interests, remain a problem.

Don’s interests remain a problem. His interests and his loyalties. Interests, financial. Loyalty, political. Problematic, interests. The Don’s fawning deference

to a Russian President being no crime it’s up to Congress and the SDNY to indict the President.

Fawning deference, being no crime, it may be up to the Congress and a SDNY to indict this President. He’s a known carrier of the Don-toxin. Everybody

knows that. But that can’t be proven either. Don’s interests remain a problem. His interests and loyalty.

Don‘s a carrier of the Don-toxin. No one knows. Not even WHO (The World Health Organization), knows. WHO is investigating?

WHO is investigating. But everything’s a secret, with The Don. Until, it gets leaked. Or someone like Art, blows the whistle, on him.

Art’s blown the whistle, on the cabal. On The Don, and his brothers. Exhorting, then, extorting them. To do, for once, the right thing.

Blackmailing, them. But Art is one. Key are the young, like @GretaThunberg, @AOC and RICO. Count on RICO. He’s a-coming.

Take not lightly Kim and Don. Not because they’re not simpletons; and not because they’re not smart; The MAYDAYS conundrum: Plan A or Plan

B? Green New Deals, visionary? Or status, quos? Global unrest triggers a cabal-authored, Kim-Don Plan.
cc: @GOP @dccc

Recriminate not against the cabal that cynically only now sees human rights, differently. Now, that a curative antitoxin effect of the cabal’s Kim-Don

Plan has by domino-like ripple effect detoxed those infected by shaking the hand, of either Vlad, or Don.

Shaking the hand, of President Putin. Or the hand, of The Donald. That’s all it’s taken to get infected. The antitoxin: A cabal’s Kim-Don Plan: Just in time.

Vlad, Xi, Kim and The Donald on issues climactic, migratory and the timely, sovereignty, paradigm.

Issues, climactic, migratory and sovereign a cabal in soirée on Luna last evening, debated. And more issues fitting not, in this tweet. Out of time

and space. Dominating debate last night: Anachronistic sovereign, religious, cultural and racial, paradigms.

Treat Urantia, holistically. Resist the temptation to treat emerging emergencies independently of historically intractable

problems. Treat issues climactic and migratory in connectivity with issues, legal, moral … and behavioral.

Treat Urantia holistically. Resist temptations to treat emerging emergencies independently of some more historically intractable, problems.

Treat climactic and migratory issues in connection to issues legal, moral and behavioral. Incorporate, Rules … Golden.

Troubled is Don. And his brothers. Troubled, big-time. Seven or more days in May may drive some to changed opinions. Others, not. Called for: Plans,

contingent. Plan A. Plan B.
Offer a cabal for Truth Reconciliation. Amnesty as set forth in a Kim-Don Plan.

Juvenile kicks. A restless rich kid from Jersey. A city that never sleeps, next door. No way ladies’ man Don’s fun gets spoiled by dumb, autistic Art. Don,

ladies of the night, was visiting. Fred got wind, sending away from Art, his horny, brother, Don.

Juvenile kicks. A restless rich kid from Jersey. A city never sleeping, next door. No way ladies’ man Don’s fun gets spoiled by dumb, autistic Art. Don,

a pre-teen, night ladies, was meeting. Fred got wind, sending to the military academy, the uber-precocious, Don.

Ladies’ man Don. Autistic, Art. A rich kid from Jersey, an anchor-brother and a city never sleeping, next door. Even then Don wisely knew, life, is fleeting.

No way fun got shorted by anchors. Fred the brothers, separated. One, to school. One, to adoption.

One, to school. One, to adoption. Like a ‘Rain Man’, less local. And more, universal. For Arthur departed not for adoption but for a future. Arthur verily

learned there, life’s lessons. Of wisdom. Of sages. Of so much forgotten over the ages, literally.

MAYDAYS: An allegory. An algorithm. A panacea for Pangaea. Epic poetry, seemingly, with a protagonist from the future, fictional, arguably, nonfictional,

given, what’s happening. Tweets blogged into a book. Every tweet, 280, characters. It may go viral because, it must go, viral.

MAYDAYS: An allegory. An algorithm. A panacea for Pangaea. Epic poetry, seemingly, with a protagonist from the future, fictional, arguably, nonfictional,

given, what’s happening. Tweets, blogged, into a book. Every tweet, 280 characters, cyber, spatial.

Art reasons that among the reasons a cabal’s assassins have not yet silenced him is because of the conundrum, Art poses. Acting like children, they’ve very

likely won a Nobel for Greta. For the moment Art’s extortion of them makes, assassination, unlikely.

Actually Art already knows what the cabal is thinking, telepathy being but one of autistic Arthur’s, super powers. Remember resigning is, only, Plan, ‘B’.

A Plan ‘A’ status quo remains, a losing, strategy. Plot twists and twists of fate, function, miraculously.

Twists of fate oft function in humdrum, everyday lives, miraculously. Alternatively they are oft, rationalized, that way. Ditto for twists of plot, in

literature. Only apparently disparate happenings converging in space and time, make miracles … happen.

It’s not that President Don is trying to kill ye. It’s just that he’s a firm believer in Darwin’s, survival of the fittest. It’s just common sense, that as

between the rich man and the poor man the rich man is fitter than the poor man, if money, he has.

Judge not 45, lest ye be, so judged. Appearances, deceiving, sometimes, are. It may be there’s method to an apparent, madness. Spiritual’s

President Don, he says. Given to studies, spiritual. A spiritual, Urantia Book. And Abrahamic, Scriptures, spiritual.

The Don says he is, “unscrupulously, religious,“ once again, misspeaking, if not outright, lying. He is he says, spiritual. Given to studies, ecumenical.

The spiritual, Urantia Book. Abrahamic Scriptures, spiritual: Two Testaments. And a Quran, scriptural.

Meanwhile in Moscow, Beijing, Pyongyang and Washington, four Presidents, on pins and needles, sweat it out. More than virtually,

anybody, they know what’s happening. There’s a groundswell of global citizens, over land and seas, a-swelling, ominously.

If dear lector thinks Art’s poetry sounds ludicrous, that’s a sign ye are paying attention. For in Moscow, Beijing, Washington and Pyongyang,

four Presidents on pins and needles, sweat it out. Four fear what’s happening. And wonder. Who, in the end, hangs?

Meanwhile, in Moscow, Beijing, Pyongyang and Washington, four Presidents, worry. Verily, terrified are they
of what is happening.
And they

fearfully, wonder: Who, in an end, ends up like Benito Mussolini, hanging, upside down, in some tomorrow’s … today?

See Donny @POTUS in the face of @GretaThunberg and @AOC all faces, no matter their color. Ye could have been somebody. Incredibly, when fate

throws ye a plot twist, or alternatively, a twist of fate, take it! As we discussed last night in soirée, be gracious. Greta, congratulate!

Be gracious, Don. Congratulate, Greta! See Don, in her face and in the face of the Green New Deal’s Alexandria all faces, no matter their coloration, really.

And if fate, throws ye a plot twist, or a twist of fate, take it! Remember, resigning’s, Plan ‘B’.

Actually Art already knows what the cabal is thinking, telepathy being but one of autistic Arthur’s, super powers. Remember resigning is, only, Plan, ‘B’.

Plan ‘A’s status quo is a losing, strategy. Plot twists and twists of fate function, miraculously.

Life. It’s a trip. A trip, all too often, purposeless. Believe Art. He knows, finding solace for forty years in anesthetizing, anesthesia. An Olympian

was Art, hallowed in the annals of intoxicant drinking on Urantia. A drunk’s, drunk. A true, Olympian.

An Olympian was Art, Art joked to himself and to others. A big-headed butt of the jokes, also, of others. One in fifty-nine of us are born autistic.

Suffering from others, indignities. To cope, Art drank. Art drank to forget, he was a drunk, autistic.

One in fifty-nine of us are born autistic. One, is Art. Like many of them, Art’s been suffering for a long time, the indignities, of others. An Olympian

was Art, Art joked to himself and others. The big-headed butt, of jokes. But still, he was an Olympian.

Still, he was an Olympian. To Art’s Olympic feats of drinking, MAYDAYS shall later return. Far more important for now is that ye definitively know

that a criminal cabal is ruling us. Unless ye join them, against the cabal, stand only the children, ye know.

Unless parents join their children, against the cabal, stand, only their children. And Art. Ruling us, a criminal cabal. Art’s been blackmailing them.

To reprise, Truth and Reconciliation. They are considering a Kim-Don Plan penned by Art and (ahem), them.

Ruling us, a criminal cabal. Art has been extorting them. To do Spike’s, right thing. To reprise Nelson’s, Truth and Reconciliation. Considering Art’s

Kim-Don Plan is the cabal, if they may be the visionary, co-authors, along with Art. So agreeing, is Art.

The cabal favors Plan ‘A’: A Teflon-protected, status quo. Contingency Plan B is The Truth, The Light and The Way. No way in Hell, they want that. They may

buckle under pressure. Come in May, battles, royale. The beginning of a transition, too, in May.

Plan A’s status quo, leads to (to a high order of probability), anarchy. Alternatively, Plan B: An alternative, reality. A plan, contingent, the Kim-

Don Plan. Based on The Truth, The Light and The Way. Extending man’s stay on the planet, are, Don and Kim.

Down to two plans are the cabal. Two more than Britain’s Brexit’s, May. Plan ‘A’ leads to anarchy. Plan ’B’, to alternative realities. Contingency plans,

hypocritical, Kim and Don’s, Plan. Extending man’s stay, on the planet, with alternative, plans.

The ides of March. April showers. And in May’s 31 days many shall be extremely dismayed by findings, of facts. Attorney General Bill Barr may

have some explaining to do. It’ll get hot, soon. Climate change is coming early, to Washington this year, come May.

It’ll get hot very early in Washington, this year. Very hot, soon, in May. Come May, thanks to Greta Thunberg, climates changing,

humans, migrating and related issues, to Washington, come. Not just, Fridays. Everyday. Everywhere. The climate, is changing.

Everyday. Everywhere. Climates are changing. Climates, political, and climatic. Come May, May’s Britain’s Brexit, testimonies, contradicting,

climates changing, migrating humans and related issues, to Washington come. Not just Fridays; everyday, coming.

Climates a-changing. Climates, political. And climates, climactic. Come May, May’s Britain’s Brexit, testimonies, contradicting,

climates, changing, migrating humans and more, to Washington come. Everyday. Everywhere. Climates a-changing. We, are evolving.

“Don: Remember when Dad taught us, ‘as ye reap, so shall ye sow?’ Making Congresswoman @AOC the ‘freshman’ author of the landmark Green New Deal

a bogeyman for Republicans plays into her socialist hands. Seven days in May cometh. And a plea, kind of deal.”

“Verily, as ye reap, so shall ye sow. God and Vlad willing there shall be an American presidential election in 2020. Ye shan’t run for GOP Republicans

in it. Ye shall be running then, from laws. From women, degraded. From children, disingenuously, betrayed. From federal, prison.”

Between today and seven days in May, lots of things are happening. And not a one of them, unplanned. Free will, happily, an illusion, is. But it’s not, for

lack of planning. The plan is for ye to evolve, during your time here. That’s what ye are here, for.

Passion’s, compassion. Sympathy’s, empathy. Welcome to front lines, invisible. Front lines, to being drawn, not at all, amenable. Some

governors are sympathetic. Others, saboteurs. It’s gonna take more, than just marching. Passion and sympathy pale next to empathy and compassion.

Think about it. If the spiritual truly trumps the physical, then logically, spiritual matters matter, more than physical matters,

matter. Transcendentalism. That’s your purpose, here. Egalitarianism. Not capitalism. That is what truly … most, matters.

Art prays: “Holy, Father. Father too, to my brothers. Have your Angels, have my back as I encourage the children to challenge also, Vlad, Xi, Kim and Don.

Pressuring our presidential brothers to declare their respective crimes: TO SERVE NO TIME IN PRISON.”

The CHACHOMANOPAPA CHALLENGE to our kids. Our legatee, children. Their birthrights, criminally stolen. And negligently, lost. The inaugural

challenge is to tweet the cabal members, your opinions on whether Truth and Reconciliation, in the case of the cabal, is … or not, viable.

Whether such a noble purpose goes viral is algorithmically directly proportional to the square of the hypotenuse of the arc of the triangle

formed between, ironically, your Sun, your planet, Urantia and Luna. Make … the formula go … implausibly viral.

Global citizens: Urantians: Lend me your ears: The formula must go, viral. Whether such a noble purpose, indeed, goes viral is proportional,

algorithmically, to the square of the hypotenuse of the arc of the triangle formed between sun, planet and orbital.

Like a leftist mannequin was Art left last night. Left even of, @AOC. Blown over by the autism that’s been a revelation of Greta Thunberg’s super powers.

Surreally sparking for Art, a stunning explanation of past, odd behaviors of Arthur Everman’s. Thanks, Ms.
@GretaThunberg.

Welcome, Greta, to the front lines. Battle lines, drawn, even as fighting, rages. For we are in a tenuous position of having to nature, itself, combat.

Some governors are sympathetic. Others, saboteurs. We need empathy not sympathy to have Mother Nature come back, not for combat.

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.

He laughs best who laughs last. So Art pens couplet poetry. Linking tweets, loaded with characters makes for poetry, pretty.

Margins straight as an arrow, complement content, pithy. Not an autistic one’s revenge. Just justice, really.

Failures to wisely plan oft become, plans to fail. Art Everman is come from a civilized future to these very potentially, end time, present, days,

surreally. Get this! Pen would have Art reason with men who submit not to Abraham, Jesus and Mohammed, today.

MAYDAYS: A tale of two Urantias, in one. One for one percent. One for ninety-nine. No one wins if we come not, to agree. ‘Tis wiser to share

bounty between us and not lose it altogether. Seems logical. But common sense, is uncommon. We just, won’t share.

Seven days in May. The ides of March, bypassing April, have given way to a Manchurian candidate’s, fateful, seven days in May.

As if The Almighty may well be, a fanatic of American culture. God. A film buff. Who knew? And who knew about seven days, in May?