MAYDAY 1508: MONDAY, AUGUST 26, 2019

The Amazon is burning, the Arctic is burning and the list of scorched lands seems to continuously grow: Across Europe, Alaska, Siberia, Greenland

and in Indonesia, we must take action, now. And one of the lands is the still, largely ice-covered, Greenland.

One of the burning lands is the largely ice-covered land, of Greenland. But as Urantia turns, Greenland burns too. Greenland‘s glaciers — are melting.

The Amazon is burning. Arctic lands — too. The peoples’ patience in their leaders ebbs, as if … in ending.

The G-7 summit is going ‘very well’ says Don in the face of all evidence to the contrary. A contrarian. A lying, prevaricator, is Don. He’s got a lie on

the tip of his tongue — America First — to make America great, again. As sayeth Vlad, so doeth the Don.

As sayeth Vlad, so doeth, Don. A metaphysical, juxtaposition so rich in irony it’s killing Art and art, as well. The G-7 summit is going ‘very well’

says Don. He’s got lies on tips of tongues and frenemies, in mind. Witness in MAYDAYS … lust, for Nobels.

Witness in MAYDAYS, Don’s lust for Nobel, so reflective of a defective, persona. More messianic than Obama, he’s the champion of white

men, everywhere. He must be, in 2020, the winner. Not to stay out of jail. It’s not about him. It’s about all men, white.

Don must be in 2020, the winner. Not to stay out of jail. It’s not about him, he’ll say. It’s about America First, again. Only, incidentally, for white

men. And albeit he’s the champion of white men, it’s not because he wants Greenland, for men, not white.

Don is the champion of all men. Witness: He wants Greenland to become a state of US for men and their women, not white. Don must be

in 2020, a winner. Not to stay out of jail. It’s not about him. It’s about America. Only incidentally, for white men, like The Don. Amen. Let it be.

Sunday, Don found himself on his heels and fumbling throughout much of the first day of the Group of Seven summit in Biarritz, France. Might

conspiracy to undermine Don, be afoot? And might there be a foot, in Don’s mouth? To see, tune in, tomorrow, night.

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