“Honor the divinity residing within ye. Meditate. Pray. Chant Om in time to your choice of glorious sunsets, sunrises, or, the lovely, Earth, rise.”

Follow Art. Vlad has seen Art’s videos of alt, futures. He’s ready for reform. He has seen his own, demise.

Indeed, all the Cabalists have seen Art’s videos of futures, alternative. In between the wine, cheese and banter of their daily, nightly, lunar, soirées.

They’ve each of them, been left, shaken. A D-Day snub paling next to the emergent, tomorrow’s, todays.

Meanwhile, back in Washington, The Don plows, full-steam ahead; he’s declaring an all new, brand new, national emergency. To Mexico,

destroy. For Republicans, this may be, the dreaded, crucible. Don’s destroying everything, starting with, friendly, Mexico.

It’s as if Charles Manson were the President. Don has ever been, since his visit to Moscow, under the influence of Don-toxin he carries; that he’s been,

globally, unwittingly, disseminating. The best Russian asset, ever, is now, backfiring, for Vlad Putin.

A game-changing, plot twist; the Cabal’s conversion to believers, albeit, cynical, hypocritical, ones. They now know, for they have seen, destinies,

alternative. Don’s under the influence of Don-toxin. And he’s been unwittingly, disseminating it, globally.

Don’s presiding under the influence of Don-toxin. And he’s been spreading it globally. Each time he shakes hands with another human, he’s

socially, infecting them. Witness, a near miss at sea. Tales, of Cossacks and Cowboys. In the air. On, and under, the sea.

Vlad had Don infected in Moscow. That was, then. Fast forward to, today. Whosoever he shakes hands with, gets, infected. A cyber operation,

successful, gone, rogue. Witness, a near miss at sea. Tales, of Cossacks and Cowboys. In air. On, and under, oceans.

It’s not mere narcissism that most worries Vlad about Don. It’s, its malignancy, keeping him up, nights. The Don’s slow-witted. Too slow, on

the uptake. A know-it-all, know-nothing, capable of ruining everything. Vlad may have to kill both Art … and Don.

Vlad may have to kill, both Art and Don. Killings, in self-defense, of two know-it-all, know-nothings, more than capable of everything, ruining. A halo

about the head of Vlad; a promotion. For the debut, of the BBC’s Vlad Putin, Talk Show. He, of the halo.