In the space of time taken on the backswing of an executive time practice putt, Don wept. And by the time The Don had seized the day,

stricken and followed through, he’d already reconsidered, thinking, “I’m the man,” wiping a huge crocodile, tear … away.

“I’m the man,” thought Art to himself, wiping from his eye, a huge, albeit single, crocodile tear, away. Back to business being, master of a universe.

The real, He-Man. Everybody knows that. Just ask any woman in any of The Almighty’s … seven, universes.

“I’m the man,” thought Art, “just ask any woman.” Don laughed. And then he thought [laughing loudly, now] “Blessed, am I. Back to business, as usual.

Making money. Fast. Bill Barr; my new, Ray Cohn. Only Art can can, a cabal’s plan for business, as usual.”

Only Art can can an evil cabal’s plan for business as usual. Business, usually,
Iran-contra. Everybody knows that. “I’m the man again. Back to business,

as usual. Making fast money. Favoring, over Shiite, Iran, Sunni, Saudi Arabia. Favoring, my business.”

@khamenei_ir: Apologies from Arthur Everman o/b/o the American people. For American business is, as usual, against, Iran. Favoring … over Iran,

the Saudis. Favoring, The Don’s businesses. Favoring, The Don’s family. Favoring … The Don.
cc: @KingSalman