“Now, I know. Belatedly, I’ve learned. There is One — even greater — than me. Only He is great, really. And He surreally has a plan for every

individual. For all the citizens; and for all their leaders. And He has, an especially … humbling plan, for me.”

“The Almighty has a humbling plan in store for me. More humbling even than what He has planned for my brothers of a Cabal sinisterly,

shadowy. My brothers beg to differ. For MAYDAYS (of their own authorship), confesses, indeed, to crimes against humanity.”

“Russian assassinations on British soil. I don’t read, but everyone else ought read, “From Russia with Blood”, chronicling, 14 killings,

across the UK, including, Litvinenko’s, a defector who had been critical of the law allowing, extrajudicial, killings.”

“Extrajudicial killings. They’ve been all the rage on Urantia, seemingly, forever. And Russian assassins are now legally empowered to killings,

extrajudicial. And Litvinenko was a Russian defector who’d been critical of the law allowing for such killings.”

“Litvinenko was the Russian defector who’d been critical of the law allowing for such killings. Now, he’s dead. As is — or was — Kim’s

brother, Kim Jong nam in Malaysia, by way of North Korea and Jamal Khashoggi in Turkey, by way of a Saudi Arabian, king.”

“Criminals are the men that rule us. Litvinenko was the Russian defector who’d been critical of the law allowing for extrajudicial killing.

Vlad found him in Britain, killing him. Un murdered Nam in Malaysia. Mo murdered Khashoggi in Turkey. Rampant are, extrajudicial, killings.”

“Extrajudicial killings. No thanks to sovereignties and diplomatic immunities we have in leaders a criminal class unto themselves.

Brazen, in your face, criminals, the men that rule us. A simple inquiry, plots, thicken. To blame, we have, only, ourselves.”

“Remaining an open question for the moment is whether my GOP Senators are willing to ignore and distort reality sufficient to remove me from

the presidency. Seems unlikely, for the moment, that the GOP be moved, to remove me from the presidency. A one … and done.”

“Even though I did nothing wrong and don’t like giving credibility to this No Due Process Hoax I like the idea and will [testify] in order to get

Congress focused again, strongly consider it!” I tweeted. But I’m just bluffing. I won’t, testify. On that, ye can bet.”

“Nah. I won’t, testify at no perjury trap, kangaroo trial. A burgeoning scandal, deepens in Ukraine; and scandals, breaking, out of Britain.

The approval of Kushner of Khashoggi’s arrest. As a result, spying Turks blackmailing Don are US … blackmailing.”

“On top of everything; on top of Mueller’s 10 obstructions and on top of Ukraine; new scandals are breaking out of Britain. The lies

Stephanie tells for me, belie her. I may, pardon her. If one works on Urantia for me, ye’ll be fired … if ye, don’t lie.”

“According to CNN and the Washington Post the anonymous White House official who claimed to be orchestrating a “resistance” resisting the president, presiding,

will release a tell-all book, a WARNING, November 19. That’s tomorrow. On top of everything, a tragi-comic … WARNING.”

“On top of everything comes today a tragi-comic, WARNING. Its author will release a tell-all book in WARNING, November 19. Today.

Today; not tomorrow as tweeted, just minutes ago; less than an hour ago, yesterday. What a difference a day makes these days.”

“What a difference a day makes these days. Any day … really. On top of everything comes today a tragi-comic WARNING. Neurological

problems, ongoing and an impeachment related panic attack may have had something to do, with my visit to Walter Reed hospital.”

“Two-faced time. One face simple. The other face complex. Beyond whether it’s afternoon or morning, witness in two timely, signature

moments, a Big Bang and in human conception, time’s two faces. Explosive — and beautiful — two moments, signature.”

“Yes ‘tis me The Don tweeting to ye from Luna on Art’s account o/b/o Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo. Tweeting from Luna because it’s there where

Vladimir’s Cabal, soirées. To eat drink and be merry, surreally; not sworn enemies or frenemies like really, down there.”

“My legacy must not be for lowering lying to new lows. Nor for the Twitter Diplomacy I’ve invented; nor for the Nobel I yet, aim for. Everything

depends on the injection of MAYDAYS’ Don-Toxin, antitoxin, into cyberspace; we’ll just have to … stop lying.”

“We of The Cabal are sorry. Sorry about stealing from the people. And killing some of them. And very sorry we got caught. Getting caught up,

ironically with me in my impeachment inquiry; President Vladimir and his Cabal. But only I know, which way, is up.”

“We of The Cabal all now know, futures, alternative. And that any actual future that comes to pass shall be by virtue of decisions taken,

individually. We know Art has no platform; that The Don’s, is large. And The Cabal — a fateful, decision — has taken.”

“Fateful, in fact; the momentous decision taken last night, in their evening soirée, by The Cabal. Mirroring the GOP impeachment

strategy the Deep State Cabal now knows. Just as all roads once upon a time led to Rome all roads lately, lead to impeachment.”

The cult concept; part of a growing narrative about the president’s pull on the GOP and on his supporters. A characterization, simpler, however,

suffices; everyone is in too deep to stop, for the moment, from supporting him. Only for the moment, however.”

Remaining an open question for the moment is whether GOP Senators are willing to ignore and distort reality sufficient to remove Don from

the presidency. Seems unlikely, for the moment, the GOP be moved, to remove from the presidency, the president, from.”

“Judge not, one another. Leave, the judging to Him. Ye sure have made a really fine mess of things. Submitting to Him — loving

him — And loving one another and being a good steward to planet, Urantia. Instead, ye’ve made, a really fine … mess of things.”

“Obama and Dems, a mess, have made. Yet, judge not, one another. Leave, judging to Him. The nations and surprisingly, I, have failed to be

good stewards to Urantia. But the impeachment inquiry delays the fight against climate change. That’s no lie, truly.”

“That’s no lie. Obama and the Dems, and the GOP too, a mess have made. Still, judge not one another. Leave all judging — to Him. Unsurprisingly

the nations have failed to be good stewards to Urantia. But my impeachment delays, the climate fight, unduly.”

“My impeachment delays the climate fight, unduly. And on another front, the related fight of human, migration. The nations’ failure to be

good stewards of the planet, may — or may not — be telling, of yet another … as if tailor-made, human … calamity.”

“Sans timing, everything, is nothing. What eventually, surreally happens depends on actions taken, or not taken. And their exquisite timing,

sublime. There’s no denying that time, and the timely timing of all happenings, are of the essence, in all things.”

“Time; and timely, happenings; they are — of the essence — in all things.” Sans timing, everything, is nothing. Witness timing,

incomprehensible. Like the moment of the Big Bang and the moment of human, conception. Exquisite … divinely, sublime, timing.”

“Two-faced time. One face simple. The other face complex. Beyond whether it’s afternoon or morning, witness in two timely, signature

moments, a Big Bang and in human conception, time’s two faces. Her explosiveness and her beauty in two moments, signature.”

“Literature‘s cool but nothing’s quite as cool as a Peace Nobel.” Call us cynical but for all of us it’s about spiritual salvation’s peace.

Not just our own, self interests. And not necessarily a Quixotic quest to win like Barack Obama, a  Nobel … for Peace.”

“‘Tis a quest; a quest, quixotic, some say, for the much-coveted, Nobel, for Peace. Literature‘s cool but nothing’s as cool, as a Peace,

Nobel. Cynically, for us of The Cabal, it’s about more than even our own spiritual, salvation. It’s about … peace.”

“Cynically, for us of The Cabal it’s about far more than even just our own — spiritual — salvation. It’s about yours, too. It’s about loving

your neighbor as ye love, yourself. It’s not about me. It’s not about ye. It’s about, us. And, it’s about, loving.”

“It’s about love; about Him.
Cynically, it’s about far more than just our own spiritual salvations. It’s about yours, too. It’s about loving

your neighbor, as ye love, yourself. It’s not about me. It’s not about ye. It’s about … us. It’s about … loving.”

“It’s about loving stupid! Sorry; it just gets Art so angry; that ye men act like surreal sheep-men, too busy grazing to ponder … your purpose.

It’s about loving your neighbor as ye love yourself. It’s not about me. It’s not about … ye. It’s about … us.”

“Behold the sheep-men of Urantia. Earth, to them; and they, Earthlings. And beware of them! They know next to nothing; to heathen,

often, likening those differing, from them. Too busy grazing to ponder, purpose. It’s about loving, ye … homo … sapiens.”

“Your purpose, homo sapiens; is in your Scriptures; but not just your Scriptures but the Scriptures of others. The sheep-men of Urantia, behold.

Earthlings are they, in their opinions. Beware, of them! They know, next to nothing. Lo and behold … Urantians.”

“I am indeed … a chosen one. Chosen along with Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo to teach men — how not to treat the eight billion — other ones chosen.

The story of us; to, too little a following. Artfully, Art’s asking me to bring my following of forever Trumpers … as one.”

“Indeed I am … a chosen one. Chosen along with Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo to teach men how not to treat the eight billion other ones chosen.

The story of us; to too little a following. So Art is asking me to bring my following of forever Trumpers … also … chosen.”

“A bumbling messenger of a chosen one I am humbled to say am I. Flattered to be chosen along with Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo to teach men

how not to treat eight billion chosen others. Art asks that I bring my negotiating and writing skills to him, to save them.”

“Only I know how to write books, make deals and bring peace, prosperity and a revival of poetry, nationally and internationally.

Unfortunately, we recall not on Urania, what we dream, on Luna. Luna, where we soirée nightly, is where we tweet, our poetry.”

“On Luna’s where we of Vlad’s loose-knit Deep State Cabal, nightly, soirée; where we tweet our poetry from. To bring prosperity and peace

to the countries; and with it, poetry’s revival. It’s not all about jail time — or worse — for us. It’s about, peace.”

“Cynically, it’s about peace. Cynically, it’s not about our own self interests. And cynically, it’s not about Quixotic quests to win Nobels

for Peace — and or — for Literature. Literature‘s cool; but nothing’s quite as cool as — for peace … a prized … Nobel.”

“Call us cynical but truly, for all of us, it’s complicated. It’s about peace. And our own, self interests. And a not necessarily … Quixotic … Nobel.

To win a Peace or Literature Nobel. Literature‘s cool but nothing’s quite as cool as a Peace, Nobel.”

“Imagine my fellow Americans, in my place, being. Amongst ne’er any friends; only, on planet Urantia, friendly, frenemies. Imagine

pleasant, evening soirées, lunar. Wining. Dining. Talking about peace; prosperity and poetry.” We wish ye’d … so, imagine.”

“Peace and prosperity, via wining — dining — and poetry. Recall that truths told on Luna are as good as forgotten the next day on Urantia.

And so the Cabalists and Arthur have agreed to tweet MAYDAYS from Luna — and not — from planet Earth, aka … Urantia.”

“Recall, also that Vladimir and his Cabalists are wary of me. My reputation, it seems, often, precedes me. And so wary are they

my impeachment, sully not — their spotless, reputations. Peace and prosperity, via wining, dining and poetry. That’s no, lie.”

“My reputation, precedes me. As does, Turkey’s Erdogan’s. Reputations, hard-earned. Ne’er let principles stand in the way of lying.

I’m a big fan of Erdogan. And he’s got a great relationship with the Kurds, he is so gracelessly, ethnically … cleansing.”

“Gracelessly, President Don has been helping Erdogan ethnically cleanse the Kurds from Turkey’s border areas, bordering, Syria. My

reputation, precedes me. As does, his. Reputations, hard-earned. And we shan’t let principles, stand in the way, of my lies.”

“Nancy says, “What the president has admitted to and says ‘it’s perfect’ I say it’s perfectly wrong.
It’s bribery.” ‘Tis arguably, bribery

I have committed if I confused — a quid — for a quo. But my Moscow Mitch and my GOP boot-lickers, beg … to disagree.”

“Henchmen in the Senate may acquit me if I ever stop self-destructing. And therein lies, the rub; for I am, it appears, a chosen

one. Chosen, along with Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo to teach men how not to treat the eight billion or so … other ones … chosen.”

“Speaking for The Cabal’s President Vladimir and our Cabalist — A-Iist brothers Xi, Kim and Mo — I, President Don feel tonight dishonor,

profound. But it pales next to the honor — the honor of being in my weakness, paradoxically, a strongman … of honor.”

“Speaking for The Cabal’s President Vladimir and our Cabalist — A-Iist brothers Xi, Kim and Mo,” President Don said, “we feel tonight, dishonor,

profound. But it pales next to the honor in being, in weakness … paradoxically … superhero … strongmen … of honor.”

“We of The Cabal feel tonight a sense of dishonor profound. Caught with our pants down; emperors, unclothed. Our pale skins, testament, to our dishonor

in our weakness. Imprisoned by circumstances, are all men. We pray ye forgive us, so we stay, in power.”

“We of The Cabal feel tonight a sense of dishonor profound. Caught with our pants down have been, emperors, unclothed. On Urantia,

the pale skinned ones yet too oft see — in their paleness — superiority. Imprisoned by their circumstances are all men … on Urantia.”

“Really, surreally, The Case for the Impeachment Defense: By Rudy Giuliani. Whether ye call it Trump derangement syndrome or a corrupt

double standard, there can be little doubt that The Don, would not be pursued so aggressively, were he not … so corrupt.”

“My most dangerous frenemies may be sycophants, about me. Sycophants, like Rudy. Strong leaders, kick not, dissenters, aside.

My predicament shows the danger in sycophancy is not to the flatterer. It is to the flattered, not the flatterer, not on my side.”

“The danger in sycophancy is not to the flatterer. It is to the flattered. Not a flatterer, not on my side, surreally. My most dangerous frenemies:

Sycophants, milling about me. Sycophants, like Rudy. My White House, sycophants: My friendly … frenemies.”

“I must confess. I’ve taken lightly, my oath of office. Governing, like a mafioso. The impeachment inquiry, irks me mightily, however I might try

to deny or otherwise lie my way through it. But I’m nothing on Urantia like I am on Luna, where … no one … lies.”

Urantia’s top-tier confidence men constitute, The Cabal. Common, con men, risen to become, uncommonly confident and uncommonly,

ruthless, uncommon, killers. King Salman‘s a royal. Vladimir, on the other hand is an uncommon, criminal, commoner; KGB, trained; desensitized — deadly.

“Witness, a former British army officer who helped start the “White Helmets” an emergency response group in Syria — has been found dead — lying

near his home in Istanbul just days after the Russian foreign ministry which was menacing him — accused him — of spying.”

“Speaking for The Cabal’s President Vladimir and our Cabalist — A-Iist brothers Xi, Kim and Mo — I, President Don feel tonight dishonor,

profound. But it pales next to the honor — the honor of being in my weakness, paradoxically, a strongman … of honor.”

“His advantage, Kim, is pressing. Kim’s in favor, once again, with The Donald. Any next summit will feature some loving-making fancies

between the two presidents, like the world has never before, seen. And after some torrid, international, loving … poetry.”

“After some comical love-making we two presidential lovebirds, relax; with his cognac and my cheese, sans, wine; to write more, relaxing, poetry.

Kim’s in favor with The Don. And The Don, with Kim. They’re both in the mood, for some love-making … summitry.”

“All eyes will be on Chief Justice John Roberts when the Supreme Court hears arguments on Tuesday. The justice closest to center court,

he is one of nine who also are very keenly aware of potential violent reactions to an — ideologically, divided — court.”

“An ideologically divided court, mirrors, a country, similarly divided. All eyes will be on Chief Justice John Roberts when the Supreme Court

hears arguments on the merits of DACA‘s Dreamers. He is but one of nine, but he is the closest, to center, court.”

“A year is a long time in politics. It really is a lifetime, in politics. And so, I think, Nikki says, “what’s best for me is take it a year at a time and see

what happens.” See now Nikki, what’s happened in two years? View it from Luna, to truly … see.”

“A year is a long time in politics. It really is a lifetime, in politics. And so, I think,” Nikki says, “what’s best for me is take it a year at a time and see

what happens.” See Nikki Haley, what’s happened in three years? View it, from Luna, to … truly … see.”

“View the view of lovely Urantia from Luna. Read there, MAYDAYS; an algorithm hidden in plain sight in a Twitter, proprietary, algorithm.

Couplet verse, poetic; saving mankind from himself. Don has, with co-author brothers, co-authored an epic, algorithm.”

“View the view of Urantia from Luna. Read there, MAYDAYS; an algorithm hidden in plain sight in Twitter’s, proprietary, algorithm. Poetry,

couplet. To save mankind Don, along with his co-author brothers, has co-authored an epically, tragi-comic … story.”

“To save mankind, I have with Vlad, et al, co-authored, an epically, tragi-comic, story. Tweets, logically linked in series, well mimic, prose.

Beginning the 1st night of the 1st day, of a descent, on an escalator. To teach in poetry and not … in prose.”

“To save mankind, Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don and Mo — The Cabal, hereby do, declare — the moral bankruptcy of governments, leaders and those

citizens, complicit. Dump me and a sovereign, state, paradigm. And to revive poetry, teach in poetry … not … in prose.”

“I President Don, on behalf of Vlad, the President of Russia and the President, more importantly, of The Cabal, do solemnly, declare: Climate

change and human migration. They are job one; the revival of poetry, moot, if we confront not, changing climates.”

“Poetry’s revival; a moot point if we confront not, this changing, climate. So, I, on behalf of President Vladimir solemnly, declare: We have no

confidence in the nations. We recommend UN, ye, take over. That Golden Rules, rule. We lied — to ye — we know.”

“Tragi-comic, the wise man’s, history; sheep-men, some say, easily subject to, complacency. Replete, with irony. And extremely, bloody.

Bloody, in the extreme. We confess, we lied to ye. We recommend UN, ye take over. So that Golden … Rules, may — rule.”

“UN: Pronouncements I am making are on the orders of Vladimir. Vlad knows that one of those whistleblowers, is Arthur. A ringer;

from a future. Brought — somehow, from there — Brought, to save humanity. UN: Take over. So Golden Rules may rule our futures.”

“Vlad’s orders: Convene, UN. Lack confidence in us leaders. Declare your moral bankruptcy. Reorganize. Convene, dissolve and then,

reconvene. Set a date; a 20 year transition to a government featuring the Golden Rule of the Kim-Don, Plan. Let it be. Amen.”

“Set a date; 20 years, maybe, given the exigent climatological and sociological considerations. To transition to a global government

featuring borderless communities, machine intelligence and the dignity in the Golden Rule of a Kim-Don Plan of government.”