When oil won’t mix with water. When everyone’s done, gone rogue. Then, if we’re lucky we may, by His Boundless Grace, this really Godless paradigm,

abandon. Then we may consider abandoning the sovereignty paradigm in favor of a Golden Rule ruled, paradigm.

Meanwhile back in Hong Kong, protesters, are marching again; aiming to take their message to the mainland. From the mainland, their oft

omniscient, big brother, Xi, is watching; and listening. But when oil mixes not … with water … all bets … are off.

Verily, when mid-eastern oil, mixes not with mid-eastern water, all bets, especially, in Vegas, are off. The Hong Kong protesters are again, marching.

Taking their message, to the mainland to Xi, in his, face. Meanwhile, in Beijing Xi is … masterminding.

The Hong Kong protesters are once again, marching. Taking their video and audio taped message, to the mainland; to Xi, in his face. Meanwhile, in Beijing

Xi, in consultation with Vlad, is masterminding, a Chinese reaction, in response to, the provocation. Something, backbreaking.

In a conference call Vlad recounts to Xi how the crew of a stricken Russian nuclear submarine, bravely averted a planetary, catastrophe. “Let’s not be

forgetful Xi,” Vlad reminds him “that we have nuclear, capabilities. And of course we have, sovereignty.”

“Let’s not be forgetful Xi,” Vladimir reminds him; “That we have nuclear weapons. And sovereignty. And at the ready, diplomatic denials, saving,

whether plausible, or implausible. Use it, Xi, or lose it. A nuclear strike on Hong Kong in time, nine, saves.”

“Use it Xi or lose it. A nuclear strike on Hong Kong in time, nine saves.
Forget not Xi,” Vlad reminds him; “We Xi, have nuclear weapons. All, mighty.

And sovereignty. And denials, saving, notwithstanding any plausibility. Why not kill them all, suddenly?”

@HeadUNDRR: Pleased to meet ye, Ms Mizutori. A visionary, at the UN, warning that the pace of climate crisis disasters, is quickening. And she says,

“This is not about the future, this is about today.” Vlad’s Cabal, now, sees; that they must act, right away.

@HeadUNDRR @Agnes Callamard: Pleased to meet ye both. Verily, the pace of climate crisis disasters and maritime disasters is quickening. Truly,

this is not about the future. This is about today. Vladimir’s Cabal, now, see. they must indeed, act, immediately.

My name is Art. Along with Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don and Mohammad, I am the unknown one among the well known, other, co-authors. We are co-authors

of an algorithm to save us. Epically, in poem. Of futures, trashed. Lest we unify; becoming, of destiny, its author.

Become of your destinies, authors. MAYDAYS’ co-authors are indeed (only seemingly incredibly, it seems), the co-authors of a poetic algorithm to save

man as a species. In penance it trashes its authors. Truth, for healing, Reconciliation; to mankind … save.

To save Urantia and save mankind; humble pie, for its leaders. The Cabal, in lunar soirées with Art, have seen horrible, futures, alternative. Alternatively,

only some few, pacific. They’ve got to confess crimes, to get immunity from their crimes, legally.

To save Urantia and save mankind, humble pie for its leaders. The Cabal, in lunar soirée with Art, have seen horrible, futures; alternatively, horrific;

and pacific. They now know; they’ve got to confess crimes to get immunity, from their crimes, horrific.

Having seen futures alternative and knowing that under the effect of Vladimir’s mutated Don-toxin and Mohammad’s spell, Don’s gone rogue,

The Cabal agree to confess crimes. To get immunity. When oil won’t mix with water. When everyone’s, done, gone, rogue.

Meanwhile back in Pyongyang, Kim, like his lover Don, stews. News of a claim on North Korea’s seized ship, the 2nd largest in the entire North Korean,

merchant marine fleet, have incensed him. Ne’er again may Kim see his ship in the waters, of North Korea.

Ne’er again may Kim see his former ship in waters off the coast, of North Korea. Worse is the hit on Kim’s cash flow. It’s not easy being, a dictator.

More than ever, not, for the faint-hearted. But these are definitely, not, the dictators, of our fathers.

No, this bunch; these, five guys; these, modern dictators, are definitely not, the dictators of our fathers. Kim knows; he may ne’er again see, in North Korea,

North Korea’s, former ship. He’ll ask Don to intervene. To get the ship back … to North Korea.

Kim’s been begging Don: “Ship my ship back to North Korea!” Kim fears that he may ne’er again see, in North Korean waters North Korea’s former, ship.

Stretching the border of an evolving relationship, Kim’s asked Don to ship it. But Don demurrs to ship it.

The ironies. The ironies are killing Art. None, too slowly. The ironies; in what is happening. Risking their evolving relationship, Kim’s been begging, “Ship

my ship back to North Korea!” But following a script, Don’s been balking at shipping Kim his ship.

The plot, thickens. Cargo vessel, seizures, up the ante. Iran’s Ayatollah may seize Her Majesty’s oil tanker if the Ayatollah’s oil tanker is not, to Iran,

immediately, released. But Don’s not shipping Kim’s ship, back to Kim. Ditto, Her Majesty; and Iran.

BREAKING: Quakebot is reporting that a shallow earthquake of magnitude 6.9 struck Southern California yesterday. Two large quakes in two days,

consecutive. This one too, tho, isn’t the big one that seismologists in chorus say, is coming for sure, someday.

Don worries. About China, Russia, North Korea, Syria, Israel, Iran and Saudi Arabia. With human vermin at borders, flesh-eating bacteria,

earthquakes and Dems. Don creates crises and has crises thrust upon him. Against him unfairly, even are, the bacteria.

Seismologists calculate a 5% possibility of an even bigger earthquake in Southern California in coming days, weeks and months. What scientists,

however, say, is voodoo science, says, The Don. “Trust in US and trust in me; not, in science; nor, scientists.”

“What scientists say is voodoo science,” says The Don. “America, first! Trust in US. Trust in Him. And trust in me. Not, in science; nor, scientists.”

From Libya to Texas, tragedy, everywhere. But when everyone becomes a migrant vindicated, the scientists.

BREAKING: Cultural genocide’s being alleged in China. China’s President Xi’s separating Muslim children from their families. Like Don

does in America, in the case of allegedly, illegal, immigrants; even ‘illegals’, legally, requesting asylum, from The Don.

Thanks Max, for your depictions of Earth I and Earth II. Were your boots as venomous as your pen, Vladimir would arm each of his wily agent-assassins

abroad, a pair, apiece. Diplomacy here’s only seemingly on a road to nowhere. It’ll get us to, Armageddon.

Thank you Don; on this day after America’s birthday. ‘Tis fitting that one so intent on dividing the nation has come to repent, being President.

Wondering, why so few, trust him; why so few, like him. It’s your cruelty and your stupidity … Mr. President.

Why, worry? Don yet presides, this day after, America’s, birthday. ‘Tis fitting that one so intent on dividing the nation, the President, Don now,

repents, being. A Heaven-sent, blessing, in disguise. The bumbler-in-chief, is unexpectedly, uniting us, now.

Why, worry? Unexpectedly, the bumbler-in-chief, now, unites us. Fitting, that one so intent on dividing the nation, end up saving the nation.

Don’s been Heaven, sent; a blessing, in disguise. He’ll have us ready for the battle, of races and, civilizations.

An eloquent, gifted, public speaker, President Don uncharacteristicly, misspoke, badly and incoherently, on our Independence Day, yesterday.

Dementia? Maybe. Or maybe, a slip of the lip, revealing yet another government secret, on our … Independence Day.

BREAKING: Quakebot is reporting that a shallow earthquake of magnitude 6.9 struck Southern California yesterday. Two large quakes in two days,

consecutive. This one too, tho, isn’t the big one that seismologists in chorus say, is coming for sure, someday.

Imagine King, a happy, ending. For your nephew; for ye; for Islam; for all, Urantia. Imagine King, a legacy, greater than that of Saladin. In a Golden Rule,

lies, a golden, opportunity. And in peace. Not war. For at the heart of Islam, lies, the Golden Rule.

At the heart of many religions, as in Islam, lies, some version or other of the seemingly, ubiquitous, Golden Rule. Imagine, King Salman: A happy, ending.

For your nephew; for ye; for Islam and all, Urantia. Imagine King, a legacy, greater than, Saladin’s.

@KingSalman: A legacy greater than Saladin’s. It may well, be. But there’s a catch; a Catch-22, Joe calls it; for the brevity of our

lives, limits, by design, our legacies. Life: An epic quest to compete, our assigned, missions. His, is the power … not ours.

@KingSalman: His is the power not ours. Truisms, we render lip service to; honoring, in their omission, disorder. Then comes a day, like a thief in the night.

King: Ye’ve been chosen to enforce, the Golden Rule. Before it is too late; to do, what’s right.

@KingSalman: Comes a day in the life of every man; it comes, like a thief, in the night. Yours came, as expected, unexpectedly. King: Ye’ve been chosen.

Chosen have ye been to enforce Golden Rule. Many, the actors on globe theatre stages. Few, are chosen.

@KingSalman: Know this: Knowledge, great as it is, is not as great as wisdom. Knowledge is to data as wisdom is to data’s output. Crises, long, over due,

are here. Crises, of climate; Crises, of human migration. And in government, intractable, crises, too.

Keep in mind King Salman, as ye ponder what may happen next, Voltaire’s Prayer: “Lord: Protect me from my friends. I can take care of my enemies.”

Water. And oil. And when oil mixes, ye’ll soon know, what happens, next. So, do take care, of your enemies.

@KingSalman: Take care of your enemies. Discount not that a silver-tongued friend, may, in your back, stab ye. Water. And oil. If mixed, anarchy,

likely awaits. Replete with the storming of gates and the wonton, lynching of men, whether, or not … guilty.

@KingSalman: Water. And oil. If in the Gulf they mix, anarchy’s, likely. Replete with storming of gates and lynching of men and women whether they’re guilty,

or not. Beware of the morbidly obese, silver-tongued, so-called, friends, shown. They’re enemies.
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@KingSalman: Beware of the morbidly obese, silver-tongued and triple-jowled, so-called, friends, shown. Enemies mostly, when not passionately,

ravishing, one another. Hot in bed, at tryst-summits are the two Cold War warriors. Loving … too, occasionally.
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@dccc: Nothing like a picture’s thousand words to see and even feel, if empathetic ye be, the intentional infliction, of emotional, distress.

Distress, inflicted, purposely. A tort. And criminal, constitutional, violations. In Hell. And in, real, distress. http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/AADKXSZ?ocid=st

@KingSalman: Thanks for investigating your nephew. Nothing like pictures; audios and videos to document, injury. Imagine him; Khashoggi at the Saudi Embassy. Turkey’s guest. Innocent. In Hell. To be, dismembered there, most, un-Islamically.

@KingSalman: Thanks for investigating MbS. Nothing like pictures; audios and videos to document, injury. Imagine Khashoggi at the Saudi Embassy.

Turkey’s guest, disgracefully, dismembered. Begin calls linking the G-20 in 2020, to the killing, of Khashoggi.

@AgnesCallamard: Thanks for your work. Art follows ye. And he’s tagging ye to keep ye, and the UN, abreast of efforts, to replace the ruling paradigm

with one more people, friendly; a nurturing, place; not a torturous, place. On replacing a sick, paradigm.

Mohammad’s back. In the middle of a climate crisis. Pondering amendments to a UN Charter. He’s read the Charter; watched, Art’s videos. Golden Rules,

he hopes, may see us back too. Along, with him. On adding teeth to the … Sharia law’s … Golden, Rules.

His motivations, he admits, are dual. He’s confessing, pursuant to Saudi, Sharia law, to the killing of Jamal Khashoggi. For forgiveness, from his

Maker, Almighty. He offers a Golden Rule tweak to the Saudi law; to lessen his shame for that killing of his.

@KingSalman: Your nephew’s mulling a Golden Rule tweak to the Saudi, Sharia law; to lessen his shame (and yours) for a cold-blooded killing. Assassin Salman,

an epitaph, may read. His motivations he admits, are self-serving. He only, may judge, bin Salman!

@KingSalman: As ye know, Islam is, SUBMISSION. Submission, to Him. To Him that would have ye, accordingly, Him, favor. Imagine King; just imagine:

Falling out of favor with Him. Imagine too, what ye may, yet do to remain in the favor of Him. Just, imagine.

Imagine happy endings to a tragi-comic, love-hate, story. Ups. Downs. And sometimes; from a horrendous calamity, golden, opportunities.

Repentance, is key. Imagine, losing His favor. And regaining His favor. In a Golden Rule lies, a Golden … opportunity.

Imagine, losing His favor. And regaining, His favor. In His Golden Rule lie, Golden, opportunities. For the Rule lies at the heart, of Islam. Imagine

happy endings, to tragi-comic, love-hate, stories. From horrible calamity, come, opportunities … Golden.

Hubris has no nationality. And it knows no borders. Its effect has been, international. In a Golden Rule lies, great opportunity. At the heart of Islam,

lies, the Rule. Imagine King, a happy, ending. For your nephew; for ye; for Urantia; for all, of Islam.

@FCC o/b/o @Jack @TwitterSupport: That mole that Arthur too often has to Jack, complained, is, once again, on Twitter, burrowing; undermining,

Arthur’s, populist, message to citizens, brainwashed. No cage fight’s in order, if a mole, Art … is undermining.

Here on Urantia we shake, hands. Having evolved to wise men we are now, more civilized; deferring, from bloodletting, personal. Brainwashed

citizens, kill better. Better that we heroes, shake, hands. To rule, another day. Over, the inhumanely, brainwashed.

The brainwashed, are all of us. Anyone, socialized, to be, who they are; religiously, nationally, and culturally. Brainwashing’s not really, a dirty, word.

Here, we shake hands. Or go, to war. Better, to shake, hands. For a pen is mightier, than the sword.

Rebuked by many, the Saudi crown prince was feted by his peers at the G-20. The brainwashed, are all of us. Anyone socialized, to be, who they are

religiously, nationally, and culturally. Brainwashing’s no, dirty word. Here, we shake hands. Or go, to war.

Relationships, over results; dubious diplomacy, when the results are so sparing. Rebuked by many, Mohammad was feted and courted by fellow, head

of state, peers. Brainwashed, are we. And when in Riyadh or Mecca, mind your manners. And hold on to your head.

Brainwashed, are we Urantians. Whether in Mecca or Jerusalem. Rebuked by many, IbS has finally come back. He’s touting the Indian, Rule,

Golden to bring us back, too. He’s been welcomed at the G-20, in Japan. And everybody’s applauding, his, Golden, Rule.

Mohammad’s back. And touting the Indian Golden Rule to bring us back, too. Warmly welcomed at the G-20 in Japan everyone’s applauding, his rule,

suggestion. Whether in Mecca or Jerusalem well-received by everyone’s been his recommendation of a Golden Rule.