Kim’s missile tests are not a breach of Don’s trust in him. For they are lovers. Sworn to one another, Kim reminded Don last night. “Listen not to naysayers.

Look, into your Kim’s eyes. Know Don, in your heart, that outside my arms, nowhere, is … safer.”

“Know Don in your heart, that outside my arms, there is nowhere, safer.” Kim, Don knew, had a way with words. Kim reminded Don of Melania, that way. Her

eloquence. And her power.
Both, seduced him. But The Don prefers The Kim. He is gentler … than her.

Don prefers Kim. He is gentler than her. Indeed, Don knows in his heart, that he feels safe when in the arms of all of the strong men of the Cabal.

All of them too have a way with words. Suffice, mere words of denial to get away with murder if, a Cabalist.

Master puppeteer Vladimir Putin. The Cabal‘s founder. Its presiding, dictator. And its members follow the lead of their leader; President, of all of US,

unofficially. Let that sink in. Russian President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin. President of all of US.

President Don’s showdown with Congress; a planned, distraction. While maneuvering to box in, Iran. To favor Mohammad bin Salman and Master

puppeteer, Putin. The Cabal‘s founder and presiding, dictator; President, unofficially, of US, Russia’s, dictator.

@KingSalman: Mohammad, the Crown Prince spoke o/b/o the Saudi Kingdom, at last evening’s lunar soirée, exclaiming, “I like tritely saying, live,

and let live.” Movie buffing, I like too, from ‘Ben-Hur: “We keep you alive to serve this ship. Row well, and live.”

Art listened as IbS made a show of proclaiming: “Live and let live;” his catchy, new elevator pitch to the Cabal. To the end of joining them, ruling ye.

Albeit he did, kill Khashoggi.
Murder’s all the rage and in vogue, everywhere on Urantia … presently.

“Live and let live; I, IbS, aka Mohammad bin Salman, Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, did not kill Jamal Khashogg. The Qur’an

is my witness, I denounce the killing of men, categorically. Except when death is merited, by being, Shia, or an infidel … man.

May day nine, today; 1,404 days since The Don descended, as if from Heaven, to make America great again. An apprentice politician running rings around parties. Politicians,

seemingly powerless before him. Living as suits him. Letting live … as suits him.

The Cabal unanimously abey on IbS’s application to join it. Until June; when May’s day’s may give way, to business, as usual. It’s not a matter

of the murder of Khashoggi. It’s not a matter of popularity. The Cabal love all that can get away, with murder.

The Cabal follow the lead of their leader; master puppeteer, Vladimir Putin. Each, loving anyone that can get away with murder. The Cabal, murder,

speak, fluently. It’s not a matter of the murder of Jamal. It’s a matter of fast money … and fast murders.

Master puppeteer Vladimir Putin. The Cabal‘s founder. Its presiding, dictator. And its members follow the lead of their leader; President, of all of US,

unofficially. Let that sink in. Russian President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin. President of all of US.

The off-while White House hopes to invoke, by splitting hairs, executive privilege; to bar former off-white White House Counsel, Don

McGahn from turning over documents to Congress. An executive privilege, already, waived. It ain’t over, til it’s over, Don.

It ain’t over til it’s over, President Don. The off-white White House hopes to invoke executive privilege; to bar former off-white White House Counsel,

Don McGahn from turning over documents. A privilege, already waived. Accordingly … it’s not available.

It ain’t over til it’s over, President Don. Irony is killing Art. For on the very day that an off-white White House invokes executive privilege to truth, silence,

truth, like water, seeps through and gets out. Truth. It is, many things. Just never, silent.

The truth is never silent. It whispers, sometimes. Sometimes, shouting. Nancy’s impeachment warning comes as the President escalates, offensively,

the defense of his presidency. Facing down The Don is Nancy; the she whom is 2nd in line, to the presidency.

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

Meanwhile; back in the Middle East amateurs in rocketry fire, from Gaza into Israel, rockets. Israel responds in kind with airstrikes. Five in sum, dead.

An Israeli and four Palestinians. Five Urantians over there today, unnecessarily not alive, but dead.

President Don’s on a collision course with Supreme Court justices; justices wishing on not interfering, like Vlad’s Russians, in elections, in 2020. Do,

globally what states provincially do, in cases of domestic violence. Separate, Hamas … from the Jews.

“Mueller shouldn’t testify. Them Dems, don’t deserve a re-do.” The Don’s political instincts sense in Mueller a witness, hostile, keen … to

testify. To set the record straight. Don’s got to keep the guy, reporting (telling), on him, from testifying, too.

Don’s got to keep the guy reporting (telling), on him from testifying, too. “Them Dems, don’t deserve a re-do.” Don’s political instincts sense hostility

in Mueller. Eagerness, to testify. To set straight a record, made crooked, by Barr’s crooked, summary.

Don’s instincts sense an existential threat in Mueller. In his willingness to testify; to set straight a record, he’ll say was made crooked by a too

crooked, summary. President Donald’s got to keep the straight shooter reporting on him from testifying too.

President Donald’s got to keep the straight shooter reporting on him from testifying too. President Don’s feeling threatened by Mueller. Mueller is, as

McCain was; a war hero; not a draft dodger like him. And Don wept. If only … he had, what Mueller has.

Lies, atop, lies. But The Don’s declarations last night in soirée on Luna, were, for Art, proof positive that he is deranged. For verily,

albeit one can only speak the truth in Luna’s atmosphere but if ye believe what ye are saying, then it’s true, verily.

Don says he talked to Putin about Russian Hoax but not about ongoing election interference. Lies, atop, lies. With but an only occasional truth

thrown in. Don’s declarations last night on Luna and on Urantia today; proof positive, The Don knows not, truth.

In what is being described as a slow-motion, constitutional, car crash: an increasingly imperial Don readies to stymy seemingly everlasting,

investigations. And with no end in sight, this can only end badly, for the Republicans.
cc: @GOP @dccc

A Supreme Court conservative, it’s role awaits. Ruling, Congressional oversight, fairly characterized as presidential harassment. Presidents

need be unfettered, they’ll reason, for the people. A democracy, gutted. A sovereign, President.
cc: @GOP @dccc

Don’s re-election strategy: ‘Investigate the investigators’; a new battle cry; countering Mueller’s report. Making The Donald seem a victim, innocent.

Strategy, politically, risky. Given all that may be forthcoming from investigations … of the President.

Don won’t run, much less, win the election in 2020. That notwithstanding Vlad’s intent to reprise the Russian surprise of their prior, electoral,

interference. And many Evangelicals. Struggling with sacrificing for their religion, their nation, in trouble.

The Evangelicals. In common with Vlad’s Russians, they support the President and candidate, The Don.

That notwithstanding, maybe Don’s criminality disqualifies him, from running. Don won’t run, in 2020. A matter of record is the criminality of … The Don.

With no hand at all, bluffs The Don. His political instincts, perfect. The proof’s in his election. Betting on a base, base. An al-Qaeda of nationalism,

white. A crisis, constitutional. Don, with Dick, contrast. Dick resigned. Don’s betting, on narcissism.

Don’s betting on himself. Again. Against every American farmer, homeowner and dreaming, renter. With no hand at all, bluffs The Don. Political

instincts imperfect tell him the GOP hasn’t the backbone, to stand up to him. And so, a power play … political.

Unarmed, bluffs, The Don. Instincts telling him, time’s on his side. Conservative Supreme rulings favorable to him, everything, change.

Everything, then, changes. Coal. Oil. Gas. Petrochemical, fossil fuels. Mine them. Don’t mind, mild, climate … change!

Seven lies. In but a tweet. In soirée on Luna last night, Don said, “Coal. Oil. Gas. God wants US to mine them. Before anyone. Superior are white men.

Like US; when I’m done, rearranging US. God favors white me. Like me. And The Almighty, Creator … Him.”

“God favors white men,” The Don continued. “Everybody knows that. God favors, even more, Christian, white men. If ye are an American, then verily,

thricely, ye are blessed. Like me. And The Creator, Him. Ye didn’t know that … God is an American, did ye?”

A Cabal’s worried. About unrest. Unrest rippling from Don toward threm. Xi’s got millions of Uighur Muslims in camps. Vladimir and Kim, unpopular. Unrest

may leave no recourse but to change course. To admit crimes. To skip jail keep at bay domestic, unrest.

Xi’s got millions of Uighur Muslims in camps. Vladimir and Kim, unpopular. Unrest may leave no recourse but to change course. Admit, crimes. Unrest

ripples, even as Arthur tweets, from The Don, towards them. Vlad fears, as do the rest, domestic … unrest.

Rippling towards them, already; civil unrest. Unrest. A dictator’s, worst enemy. Difficult to contain, once, begun. And Chinaman Xi’s got millions

of Muslims in camps. Vlad and Kim. Unpopular. Unrest augurs cooperation between Jews, Christians and Muslims.

Unrest may augur cooperation between Jews; orthodox, or not, Christians; Catholics and Protestants; and Muslims, Sunni and Shia. Don’s

stonewalling; battle lines, drawing. But even Republicans are balking at the naked power play, of the President, The Don.

Unrest may augur cooperation between Jews; orthodox, or not, Christians; Catholics and Protestants; and Muslims, Sunni and Shia. Don’s

stonewalling; battle lines, drawing. But even Republicans are balking at the naked power play, of the President, The Don.

A GOP’s balking at the President‘s naked, power play. Contrast Don with Tricky Dick. Dick, once trapped, resigned himself and resigned. Don

plans on, with a weak hand, bluffing. Unrest is catalyst; His magnificent timing, timely gets to resign … The Don.

His, is Perfection. Proof’s in the pudding’s
magnificent timing; May‘s second day boding an oncoming, crisis, constitutional. The Don,

with Tricky Dick, contrast. Dick, once trapped, resigned himself and resigned.
With no hand on other hands, bluffs Donny.

From Barr’s testimony yesterday: He concedes non-exoneration of Don on obstruction of justice. Revealing too he shall not be testifying, today. Begging,

questions: Is Don perversely baiting Dems to impeach him? And what wouldn’t Don do for Vladimir, Putin?

What wouldn’t Don do for Vladimir? Don’s first man, not. But his best man, that is, until Kim. Until, Vlad again. As if, “What have ye done for me, Kim,

lately?” Hot Kim. Hot, roly-poly, Kim. Art’s blowing, a whistle, on them. Don says … blackmailing, them.

A good looking couple make also, Vlad and Kim. A good thing too; the disproportionate representation of bisexual men on Vladimir’s Cabal. No

apologies are necessary to the LGBTQ community. In love, is the answer. Art’s blowing whistles on them, ye know.

Disproportionate; the representation of bisexual men on puppet master Vladimir’s Cabal; an anomaly, in Urantia’s case, fortunate. No apologies

necessary to the LGBTQ communities. It’s not about loving. It’s about loving, at the wrong time. Inappropriately.

May’s days now here, perfect storms, loom. See your Machiavellian brothers, strategically. Arthur’s Kim-Don Plan includes Truth and Reconciliation, to

which they humbly submit, having been caught with pants, unbtimely, down on Urantia. And recorded, too.

Perfect storms, once only looming, in the distance, now seemingly pounce, seemingly, all at once. May may leave the too

little recourse but to change course. To admit their crimes. To tell the Truth. In exchange for no imprisonment, reconciliation, too.

Perfect storms, once only looming, in the distance, now seemingly pounce, seemingly, all at once. May may leave the Cabal little recourse but to change

course. To admit, crimes. In exchange for Truth no imprisonment. Peace. Fronts against, climate change.