“Over Japan arose again today, the sun; as it arose over, the entire planet.” So, tweets today, Art Everman, o/b/o, Vladimir Putin, couplet, rhyming, verse.

Verse lessening the global effect of a toxic, Don-carried, global pandemic: Beating, Don’s war drums, with emotive, verse.

Having seen Art’s videos, and soiréed with him, Vladimir, has now come, full, circle. With him but Xi and Kim. Don and IbS being, more notably, averse.

Witness a testy answer to a prickly question: Witness a dictatorial autocrat in the making … in verse.

Political questions. And precedent. Strict constructionism; sage interpretation, and extrapolation from, a living, document. Arthur in verse,

cautions the conservative sheep-men among ye: Fear less change than, not, changing. Fear, in Art’s verse, reverse.

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin; President, of Russia. President too, of the Cabal. He that from the shadows has come to rule Urantia. Nightly from Luna, her

moon, they watch her; eating, drinking and philosophizing on Luna; returning daily, to terrorize her.

“Arthur,” Vladimir said to Arthur, just last night. “Tell the people to treat as a lie, whatsoever I may say, today, and tomorrow. Indeed, treat as a lie,

everything, I say. And everything for that matter, that my fellows, say. Everything we say is a lie.”

“Arthur,” Vladimir said to Arthur, just last night. “Tell the people to treat as a lie, whatsoever I may say, today, and tomorrow. Indeed, treat as a lie,

everything, I say. Tell the people, Arthur, about the Urantia Book, wherein, has been found, no lie.”

“Arthur,” Vladimir said to Arthur, just last night. “Tell the people to treat as a lie, whatsoever I may say, today, and tomorrow. Indeed, treat as a lie,

everything, I say. And tell them moreover, about reading, between the lines, of the countless, lies.”