An executive decision followed almost immediately by an executive, retraction. A show of weakness? Not necessarily. But an infantile reputation,

precedes him. Don turns back to the brown horde of undocumented, immigrants, the Chinese, and … the Russians.

BREAKING: Don resorts to Twitter Diplomacy, tweeting, he’s in ‘no hurry’ to strike Iran. Left unsaid; any mention of any, precisely hurrying, to Iran,

strike. Like Pompeo and Bolton. And bin Salman.
Pompeo and Bolton ought resign over bin Salman, and Iran.

The Don’s tweeting he’s in ‘no hurry’ to strike Iran. Left unsaid; any mention of anyone, hurrying, to Iran, strike. Like Bolton and Pompeo. And, bin Salman.

Bolton and Pompeo ought resign over bin Salman and Iran. Favored, assassin, Mohammad, bin, Salman.

ICE raids, codenamed, ‘family op’, begin on Sunday. ICE aims to detain and deport migrant families with final removal orders against them. Sunday,

they’ll begin. In as many as, ten, major, U.S. cities. Sunday. MAYDAY, 1449. 1449 days, since the first, day.

June 15, 2015: The first MAYDAY; a harbinger of futures, alternative. Proof, positive, that He works in mysterious, ways. Oft deserved, the lying,

governors, people vote for. But US got more than we bargained for. Don knows we can’t keep up with his lying.

The US-Iran crisis, alternatively, explained; if ye are skeptical of the intentions of the parties and wary, of interested, third parties. Like Saudi

Arabia’s Crown Prince, Mohammad bin Salman. The killer of Jamal Khashoggi. A Prince, illegitimate, verily.

Iran shoots down an American drone that cost American taxpayers, one hundred million dollars, American. Stocks are down on the alarming news.

Nothing tho, to be alarmed about. Just nations flexing muscles; defending redlined, borders; borders, in the news.

Meanwhile, back in Pyongyang, Kim meets with Xi; to coordinate their strategic plans, against US. In accordance with master

puppeteer, Vladimir’s, orders. Hang men, together. And gang up on Don. Hang together; else, hang, individually. Sincerely, Vladimir.

In anticipation of WW III in the looming play-offs, instead of a cage fight between the Iranian Ayatollah and the American President, their young men

on their behalf, shall fight. And if necessary, to save their shameless faces, our women and our children.

Putin. Opportunistic. And lucky as an Irishman. In Crimea, Ukraine, Britain and America, he bet big. And won, big time. Now, master puppeteer Putin’s

betting his very soul; warning Don, war with Iran shall be catastrophic; having been warned by, Rasputin.

Rasputin. The Mad Monk, himself; amongst the invited, last night. At the evening soirée on Urantia’s Luna. And he regaled us, charming even President

Don; one not given to listen for even a minute, to anyone. Minute, is the attention span of the President.

@AdelAljubeir: Witness, citizens of Urantia, the latest spokesperson for the Saudi government. Imagine being in Adel’s shoes. Try to imagine it, surreally.

Being the head apologist, for a known assassin; Jamal Khashoggi’s, killer. Where’s the job, security?

There’s not much hope for job security on Urantia. Unless ye are unionized. And have citizenship, papers. With the White House threatening mass raids,

undocumented immigrants try to stay out of sight of immigration officials; out of the way of their raids.

What if the President is malignantly, narcissistic? Or worse, certainly; that the chaos, is strategic? @WHO’s been top-secretly investigating Vladimir’s,

Novichok-derived, Don-toxin. Who’s found it’s mutated. And losing control of The Don … is Vladimir.

Losing control of The Don is Vlad. A mutation in the toxin, WHO’s determined, is diminishing Vlad’s control over Don. Add to crises,

climatological, sociological and migratory, crises, of leadership. Not at the UN; at, the Cabal. Personal interest, crises.

Beyond investigating bin Salman for Khashoggi’s killing the UN ought investigate him too for usurping the UN’s, jurisdiction. A paradigm,

dystopian; one, favoring over ninety-nine, one. One
favoring, the favored. One, very disfavored, ungodly … paradigm.

Urantian evolution: Over time, a paradigm dystopian; one favoring over ninety-nine, one. One favoring, the favored. A disfavored, paradigm.

Beyond investigating bin Salman for Jamal’s killing, the UN ought investigate him for usurping, the UN … paradigm.

Recordings and tapes sometimes are, smoking, guns. As here, where assassins’ own words are captured, and forever, memorialized, on tape.

Implicated in Jamal’s murder, bin Salman has effectively, confined himself, to house arrest. By his own words, on tape.

@IntlCrimCourt: Please acknowledge receipt of this criminal Twitter complaint. Investigate and charge the alleged perpetrator, as appropriate. Use the assassins’

very own words, forever memorialized, on audio tape, against them. Then, Punish the assassins.

Iran shoots down an American drone that cost American taxpayers, one hundred million dollars, American. Stocks are down on the alarming news.

Nothing tho, to be alarmed about. Just nations flexing muscles; defending redlined, borders; borders, in the news.

The Cabal’s showing signs of unraveling. Witness: the normally staid, Vlad became livid upon learning that the Russian grid’s compromised by US.

That’s what’s happening. The hunt is on for the cause of a widespread power outage. The cause; a warning to US.

President Don, in a tweet, angers, all. Losing the element of surprise against hard-working, non citizens, now working hard, on moving. Don vows

mass immigration arrests; the forcible removal of ‘millions of illegals’ starting, next week. Starting … now!

Speaking for everyone at last night’s, lunar soirée, China‘s Xi pleaded “Don’t reopen ‘Pandora’s Box’ in the Middle East. Not, reopening, Pandora’s Box.

Seemingly, a no-brainer; unless, one actually wishes to unleash the demonic content of, Pandora’s Box.

The Orlando Sentinel announces a blanket, endorsement, Democratic; throwing its support to whichever Democratic opponent may face,

President Don. The Orlando Sentinel, watching out for US, withholds from Don, its endorsement, no matter who … he may face.

Given Art’s revolutionary vision, some seek, to silence him. This tweet alleges that one or more of the following,

acting individually or jointly, are violating Twitter’s terms, and, conditionings:
@Pravitelstvo_RF @POTUS @uriminzok @KingSalman
@xijingping

@Pravitelstvo_RF @POTUS @uriminzok @KingSalman
@xijingping: Hear Arthur. He’s the whistleblower telling the @FCC there’s a mole, not necessarily, Russian,

@Twitter. Not, for nothing; for if the mole, or moles, thwart Arthur’s tweets, they thwart, all, men.

There’s a mole, not necessarily, Russian, @Twitter. Not, for nothing; for if the mole, or moles, thwart Arthur’s tweets, they thwart, all, men, really.

Surreally, not, for nothing. For the men at the @FCC, are the President’s men, Art muses, suspiciously.

In two settings; the 3rd floor of a 5th estate olde-age residence for seniors on Urantia; the other Arthur’s digs on Luna. Luna is where Art hosts, in

soirée, Don and brothers on the Cabal, sitting. In two settings, MAYDAYS, Vladimir’s Cabal, have written.

On a golf outing, Don tweets Happy Father’s Day wishes to all fathers, American. Ain’t he, great? And tireless. Witness, he’s

co-authoring, along with Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mohammad, MAYDAYS. On Luna; where only Truth, is spoken. If only, typically, cynically.

If only, cynically. For it matters not what Don or anyone for that matter says on Luna. Lies, on Urantia are minted and duly sanctioned, coins, of the realm.

Don says his men may ‘demand’ more than two terms. Two terms, too few if Don is helming the realm.

Don says his men may be demanding more than two terms. Two terms, too few for this Golden-haired, Golden-Child, President. He’s so adorably,

totally child-like. So focused on his own gratification. Not Hong Kong. Not Xi. Not even Vladimir, make Don, worry.

A willingness to act with impunity in his drive for reelection and in his drive for all things endears Don to a deplorable white nationalist ugly American type

Don became endeared to as a lad. Vlad’s toxin, he fears, makes Don favor whiter American, types.

Reading between the lines: On Saturday the NYT reported that Don’s men have outfitted the Russian electrical grid with potentially crippling,

malware. Flash forward to today. A vast South American blackout; less an outage than a thinly, veiled … warning.

A vast South American blackout; less an outage than a thinly, veiled, warning. A rapid reply, unseemly, in its virility. Like when one pokes, another person

in the chest, only to get oneself punched, in the face. Vlad’s … livid. That’s what’s happening.

Sarah’s departure from the White House may mean a new, autistic, voice for the White House. Only Don knows who it will be. Art applied for the post,

at last night’s soirée. What a great gig, for a lyrical poet; Don’s press conferences, to host, or alternatively, co-host.

What a great gig, verily! For a lyrical poet; press conferences, to host, or co-host. Sarah’s departure from the White House may mean for Don,

an autistic, voice, anew. One whose hands know not to shake the shaking hand, of Don. To avoid, the Don-toxin, of The Don.

Don-toxin. A derivative of Vladimir’s deadly, Novichok, neuro, toxin. Closely guarded is the rogue state Russian secret; the Russian,
formulation.

To Russian President Vlad’s great, chagrin. When Don won’t put a sock in it, for Vlad’s, charmingly, disarming, Russians.

Only in America may one, in one day, rise from a humble More-Mart store greeter, to become, on the following day, spokesman, for the President.

Forget not to remember, Arthur reminds himself, not, to shake his hand. To need not be … pardoned, by the President.

To need not ever be in dire need of a pardon from the President forget not to remember, not to shake his hand. Only in America may one

in one day rise from a greeter, to become on the following day, spokesman for the President, more likely; he’s not the one.

More likely, Art may be deemed to be less qualified than the she or the he that replaces the irascible, Sarah. Arthur shall not be, the chosen one.

The one saving best face for the President before an ascendant, fifth estate. Arthur Everman’s, not the one.

Arthur. The singularly best possible saving face for the President before an ascendant, fifth estate, shan’t be the one to fill Sarah’s vacancy, chosen.

Arthur’s not all that. He lives on the 3rd floor of a 5th estate for seniors. A hotbed, of revolution.

Ironical. Comical. And ultimately, tragic. We know, in theory, we Urantians would be much better served, were we to work together, in sync. But we

have rules. And borders. And laws. And walls. To spite, ourselves. Ironically. Comically. And, tragically.

We Urantians know that in theory Urantia would be much better served, were we to work together, in sync. But we have rules. And borders. And laws.

And walls. To spite, ourselves. Art’s butting in; advocating o/b/o the Cabal for Golden Rules to be, the law.

See how the Oman oil tanker attacks, played out. Read, along with Arthur, between the lines. Jamal Khashoggi’s killer, the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia,

for war with Iran, itches. And he and Don are the rogue leaders, of rogue, states; US and Saudi Arabia.

Rogue leaders are the leaders of US; and Saudi, Arabia. And the roguish things they do, make their nations, rogue. Read, between the lines.

Khashoggi’s killer, the de facto ruler of Saudi Arabia, wishes war, with Iran. And The Don, for cash, tows the line.

Hong Kong’s government is reportedly set to ‘pause’ extradition bill sought by China’s Xi. Make no mistake; Xi’s a rogue too. Roguish; all the rulers,

Cabalists. Roguish and ambitious, all of them. After Vlad’s gone all of them aspire to be, the new ruler.

Akin with often fictional superheroes, the Cabalists, superpowers, possess. Powers of persuasion, extraordinary. But powers, illusory, apparently super,

may be, nonfictional. If he’s an Angel-Trainee. From the future. And his pen name pseudonym, is Arthur.

Sarah’s departure from the White House may mean a new voice, autistic, for the White House. Only Don knows who it will be. Art applied for the post

at last night’s soirée. What a great gig! For a lyrical poet; the President’s press conferences … to host.

BREAKING: It’s the end of Iran. Poor Iran. For the Bone Spur President; the Commander-in-Chief; he don’t take no prisoners, Iranian. Artfully, ironic;

Twitter Diplomacy’s, red flags for danger. As are Art’s videos of futures, alternative, artfully, ironic.

Artfully, ironic; Twitter Diplomacy’s penchant for red, flagging; for alerting us, to danger. As are Arthur’s videos of futures alternative, also, so artfully,

ironic. Illegal is the acceptance of any foreign intel on an opponent. The Don rules, illegally.

Coming soon: what may forever hereafter be known as The Don’s, June swoon. Right at the onset of the new hurricane season, a Puerto Rican huracán,

monsoon and Nor’easter, all in one. A collapse of the economy by the most, ever. Don: Can you spell, huracán?

@GOP @dccc: Just yesterday; Hong Kong protests, the Chinese are characterizing as riots. In relation to Iran, two attacks on oil tankers in Oman‘s,

Gulf. Iran rebuffs Japan. Verily, a tinderbox, The Don is counting, on. To distract from threatening investigations.

@GOP @dccc: While it may well be that relations between the US and Russia are getting ‘worse and worse’ and relations between China and Russia

improving, may be, tinderbox conditions, prevail. Don’s counting on distractions from investigations … Russian.

Xi’s has trod upon the tail of a sleeping tiger; treading upon it just when, beyond hungry, it is starving for freedom. A worst, best, possible, time.

Time. Time, is short. Tails, to bodies, are connected. A hungry tiger, awakened, eats Xi … in no time.

Tails to their bodies, are connected. A hungry tiger, once awakened, may, unless tamed in less than a split second, eat Xi in no time.

At a bad time has Xi, trod upon the tail of a sleeping tiger; a worst, best, possible, time. Time. We are short, on time.

A serial arsonist is Don. A false prophet of all manner of self-serving, emergencies. With tensions rising, a simple miscalculation means, war.

War is on the menu. For the American Bone Spur Warrior force is never off the table. Never off the menu, is war.

For the American Bone Spur Warrior, the American hero from the Vietnam War era, force is never, off the table. And also, never ever off the menu, is

war. A Jack of all trades, criminal, is Don. Got to get elected, to stay out, of prison. It is, what it is.

BREAKING: US releases video it claims shows Iran removing an unexploded mine from a Gulf tanker; a red flag for conflict, or all out war. The end of Iran. Poor Iran.

For the Bone Spur President; the Commander-in-Chief; he don’t take, no prisoners, Iranian.

The Watcher’s Plan: ‘Tis not, to be sure, ‘America First’. ‘Tis, acting on The Almighty’s behalf, ’Urantia First’, most assuredly. The Godless Communists on

the Cabal, have come to believe in Him. And his just, retribution. Yet lagging behind, is The Don.

The Don. Surreally, and really, President Don. The Watcher’s Plan o/b/o Him, ‘tis not, ‘America First’. ‘Tis, ’Urantia First’. Godless Communists on

The Don’s brother’s Cabal, now, believers, fear His retribution. They fear also, the … ugliest, American.

Melania’s Don. By far the very ugliest American ever. So ‘tis what need not be. Art doth sayeth to thee: ‘Tis what it ‘tis. Surreally, and really, do rule

President Vlad, President Xi, Presidents, Kim and Don and the King’s nephew. His idea? A Golden Rule.