“The die is cast. Minds, made up, already. If that’s the case, Friday could give my Republicans the chance to show they have 51

votes against further testimony and evidence. That would seal the deal for me, allowing me to continue my work as a chosen one.”

”And that would be bittersweet. Sweet in that I end up being, as I long suspected, a chosen one, embittered somewhat, by the wisdom

that that only makes me, mysteriously, just like everybody else. I am the champion of men. I’ve got the backs of the poor in wisdom.”

“On the backs of the poor, I am planning on cutting federal health care spending. And albeit I can’t just say it, I’m a big believer in

Darwin’s survival of the fittest. It’s counterproductive to assist the needy if assisting them runs counter, to natural, selection.”

“Still, I fear we celebrate too early. I hear John’s privately urging the Dems to probe my handling of Ukraine shortly after a departure

from the White House. Recall after all that the funds were released, just one day after his sudden and unexpected, departure.

“Indeed I fear we’re counting our chicks before they’ve hatched. I hear John’s privately urging the Dems to probe my actions

immediately following his departure from the White House. Funds released just one day after a sudden and … unexpected, reaction.”

“I fear a disgruntled John following his less than amicable departure from my White House. He’s got a reputation as a deadly,

close quarters, knife fighter. I’m afraid he won’t be dismissed as easily, as an anti-Trumpian presidential, impeachment inquiry.”

“Alan says that whatever I do in pursuit of re-election, being inherently in the public’s interest ought be OK by US, constitutionally.

The moment’s crystallized fears among some of executive power overreach and creeping, rushing, presidential, autocracy.”

“I’ve got Mitch and I’ve got my senators on front lines, fighting for US. And I’ve got Alan. He says that whatever I do, is rendered OK,

constitutionally, if it’s in the national interest. It’s only logical that whatever’s in my interest therefore, is OK.”

“Susan announced after Thursday’s session, she’ll vote in favor of witnesses. Mitt’s expected to follow suit. If Lamar goes down

as a no the chances of Democrats succeeding in their hunt for new witnesses, dim. Still, a disgruntled John Bolton is in town.”

“Lamar’s out. He’ll vote no to any new witnesses. Still, a disgruntled John Bolton is in town. Susan is an aye. Mitt is an aye also.

Indecisive, is Lisa. Profiles in courage await them, that star … with Vladimir and me, in our telling, of MAYDAYS, also.”

“I cannot be removed from office for demanding political favors if I believe my re-election is in the nation’s, interest. I know

what everybody knows. My reelection will be good for the country. On my watch, everything and anything, I say I believe, goes.”

“On my watch — it’s America first — and foremost. To that end, anything and everything that I say I believe in is reasonable,

presumptively. So I can’t be removed from office for demanding political favors if I believe, they are reasonably … reasonable.”

“What a crock! And still, I just keep making it up as I go along — as events carry us — along. It won’t be long now. Methinks,

tomorrow, impeachment ends. Or, in a twist of fate, impeachment, continues. And I may yet very well need to resign … methinks.”

“Tomorrow impeachment ends. Or, in a twist of fate, it may, continue. And if it does unexpectedly, continue, I may yet need to resign

from my office. What a travesty, of justice. A high crime against us. That for doing the right thing … I should resign.”

“In the end, the impeachment calculation nearly all Senate Republicans are making is fairly simple: They’d rather appear to be

covering me up than enter into an inquiry, unpredictably, risky. An inquiry that would make of senators, pariahs, and anger, me.”

“On the backs of the poor, I’m planning on cutting federal health care spending. But block grants may run into trouble in American

courts if judges find them contrary, to Medicaid’s purpose: To provide medical benefits, to qualified, and needy, Americans.”

“On the backs of the poor, I am planning on cutting federal health care spending. And albeit I can’t just say it, I’m a big believer in

Darwin’s survival of the fittest. It’s counterproductive. Assisting needy, Americans … defeats — natural — selection.”

“Once things begin leaking, there’s oft no way to stem the leaking, short of, killing, the leaky. Assassinations, political. At times,

timely stitches in time, save lives later. Vlad’s got a lot to lose even if Bolton but, weakens me, over time.”

“Vlad’s got a lot to lose. He’s got a lot invested in me; in time; in rubles. More than ye, shall — ever know. Almost — everything

gets lost in history. More than ye shall ever, know. In the sacking of cities and the great library at Alexandria’s sinking.”

“Almost everything gets lost in history. As in sackings of cities and the sinking of the great library at Alexandria. Vlad’s got a lot to lose.

He’s got a lot invested in me; in time; in rubles. More than ye shall know. What’s worse is he refuses to lose.”

“Verily Vladimir’s got a lot invested in me; in time; and in rubles (and dollars). More than ye shall know. What’s worse, he refuses to lose.

Losing’s for others, he figures. As do all the strongmen. They mistakenly think, they’ve got nothing … to lose.”

“Into uncharted legal waters, ventures, America. I know the academic consensus: Criminal conduct on my part’s not required on

impeachment. Alan’s arguments at trial on appeal to my @scotus, may win. And if they do I’ll easily win, my upcoming re-election.”

“Rudy Giuliani. My, Ray Cohn. American dirt, on the hoof. Tho he’s been dirtied (by me) and sealed our Faustian deal by my hand,

shaking, I myself won’t be sullied. I’ve got Teflon on. And immunity too to the toxin Vlad had injected, in both, of my hands.“

“I cannot be removed from office for demanding political favors if I believe my re-election is in the nation’s, interest. I know

what everybody knows. My reelection will be good for the country. On my watch, everything and anything, I say I believe, goes.”

“John’s announcement of a publication date for a tell-all memoir, entitled ‘The Room Where It Happened’ following so closely on

the heels of Adam’s warning to the @GOP senators, upon resting his prosecution of me — just days ago — smacks … of collusion.”

“Kim’s provoking me with a missile and Xi is attacking me with a coronavirus. And Jared’s Mid-East Peace Plan goes on display, today.

All at the behest of Sleepy Joe. Timing like that smacks of deep state international collusion. The book of John dismays.”

“The White House has had a copy of John’s book in its possession for nearly four weeks. Still — every Republican — on the planet,

save John, got blindsided by this high-explosive bombshell. Dare, I ask: Did anyone at my White House even bother to read it?”

“Someone — I fear, is — sabotaging, me. Did anyone read John’s book? And who else, besides one like Acting Chief of Staff Mick

Mulvaney, might have, either inadvertently or purposely, not assigned it to be read? Might it have been Chief of Staff … Mick?”

“However the question of witnesses is resolved there is no doubt in the minds of most men that I will be acquitted in the end.

Tho it would take only a simple majority vote to call witnesses, a 2/3vote is required for — in conviction — this trial, to end.”

“I harbor doubt, about acquittal. Recall the story of the Dutch boy and the dike. Had it not been for the brave boy, his country,

calamity, would have suffered. Once things begin leaking, there’s oft no way to stem the leaking, short of killing the leaky.”

“Once things begin leaking, there’s oft no way to stem the leaking, short of, killing, the leaky. Assassinations, political. At times, sometimes,

timely stitches in time, save lives later. Vlad’s got a lot to lose even if Bolton but weakens me, over time.”

“‘Tis MAYDAY 1560. That is to say; it’s been that many days since I — the Republican, chosen one, descended, as if — from Heaven.

And Heaven only knows what’s happening on Urantia. And what’s happening to counteract what’s been really, surreally happening.

“‘Tis MAYDAY 1560. Heaven only knows what’s happening on Urantia. And what’s happening to counteract what’s happening. 

My legacy may not be of Twitter Diplomacy and prizes, Nobel. Still, I must cynically warn ye about, what has, surreally, been happening.”

“MAYDAY 1560. 1560 days since the loose cannon that is me — dove, feet-first into politics, with an outsized, titanic, cannonball

— splash. Since then I’ve been humbled. Then uplifted. My legacy may not be of Twitter Diplomacy and Nobel Prizes, after all.”

“MAYDAY 1560. I’ve prided myself on my genius. And my stability. But in fraternal soirées, lunar, I’ve been humbled. Then, uplifted. My legacy

may not be of Twitter Diplomacy and Nobel Prizes. Alternatively, Twitter Diplomacy and Nobels may be, my legacy.”

“MAYDAY 1560. My legacy may be, Twitter Diplomacy and Nobel Prizes. Twitter Diplomacy and Nobel Prizes still well may be

— my legacy. No testimony of Bolton’s shall undermine my defenses, and sham and suspiciously, fabricated, legal … theories.”
cc: @GOP

“MAYDAY 1560. Bolton’s testimony may be superfluous. It’s not that John Bolton’s lying. It’s just that, even if — it happened that way,

so what? My legacy may include Prizes for peace and for literature, for the co-authors of Twitter Diplomacy’s, MAYDAYS.”

“Just days ago Adam warned ye that the truth is going to come out. The only question is: Do ye want to hear it now? Do ye want to know,

now? Just days later Bolton drops a deep state, bombshell. John says I tied Ukraine aid to an investigation … of Joe.”

“God shall not be willing to too soon dismiss the articles. God knows it’s Saturday. He knows about time. And That there’s little time

left to get it together. But He is merciful. And if God is willing to forgive me, I’m willing too, to confess my crimes.”

“Corruption in Ukraine; not Joe Biden; much less Russia, drove my extortionist foreign policy, in Ukraine. I did it as I said I did it. I say

the Democrats are lying. And it’s really not fair that they can lie about me, on Twitter, all day long, everyday.”

“I am me. And I am fair of complexion and character. And it’s not fair holding me to a higher standard. Corruption in Ukraine, not

Joe Biden, much less Russia, drove my extortionist foreign policy in Ukraine. I did it truly as I said I did verily … not.”

“It happened not as I said it did. The plot, thickens. And albeit I am fair of complexion and character and can not ever tell a lie

indeed I lied — to ye. It’s not fair holding me to higher standards; my target in Ukraine was Biden, not Ukraine. I, lied.”

“The silence of the GOP senators listening to Adam reminded me of the silence of the spring lambs, just before — their springtime

slaughter; truth is going to come out. The question remains; do you want to hear it now? Now, while there’s still … time?”

“My impeachment is a massive election interference the likes of which has never been seen before. Adam, I’d say, is a CORRUPT

POLITICIAN. He’s not paid the price yet for what he has done to our Country. He’ll be president someday … because … I’m corrupt.”

“Adam may be the president someday in large part because I have been corrupt. Adam Schiff, I’d say, is an extraordinary, human

being. And, unlike me, he won’t set a price on what he has done for our Country. He is a politician, decidedly … un-Trumpian.”

“I’m no prophet. No prophet, of doom. No seer, certainly, of futures, as activists, pretend. I spell ‘prophet‘ with an ‘f’ in it. As in

… ‘unfit’. What I write would be unintelligible were it not for spell-checkers. So, how is it that, I’m best-selling?”

“Because I am exceedingly weak I have been by Him, chosen. I’m no prophet. No prophet, of doom. No seer, certainly, of futures. I spell

‘prophet‘ with an ‘f’ in it. As in ‘unfit’. What I write is oft unintelligible. But I pay folks to check, what I spell.”

“I’m sorry. There I go again. Lying. Actually, Google checks what I spell.
I have been chosen by Him because I am an inveterate liar,

exceedingly, weak. What I write may be, unintelligibly, intelligent. I’m no prophet. No … seer. No, fortune … teller.”

“Time for my mouthpiece to lie for me … today. For circumstances, change. Everything — in its time and season, changes. For no man, time,

waits. And sometimes, the facts themselves, change. I have been chosen by Him because it is, an Earth-saving, time.”

“My plan in a nutshell: My legal team plans on an innovative and characteristically aggressive and wide-ranging defense, brazenly

asserting an expansive view of presidential powers portraying me as besieged by opponents who want to undo an election and or not reelect me in 2020.”

“It’s Saturday night. And next Saturday, God willing, I’ll be celebrating my acquittal on Friday — six days — from today. To no

one’s surprise, Mitch shall move to end my trial as soon as Friday, on a motion to dismiss. But God shan’t, be willing … I know.”

“God shall not be willing to too soon dismiss the articles. God knows it’s Saturday. He knows about time. And That there’s little

time left to get it together. But He is merciful. And if God is willing to forgive me, I’m willing too, to confess my crimes.”

“Greta: There’s no way to take those in need of repair of parts defective, back to our Maker. No warranty, on souls. But poetry lets

us be persuasive. And the writers and the marchers — together, may usher in, in that way … a second … revolution … velvet.”

“It’s OK. It’s all about delay, anyway. Remember, the Alamo. Remember, the Muslins. And finally remember, I’ll probably be

resigning, anyway. Especially, if Bolton testifies. Poetry, Art has taught me, lets us be persuasive politically and diplomatically.”

“It not sane to say that Doomsday — until later — has been delayed. Not — at least, until tomorrow. Still, Vladimir and his wise

guys and me have agreed to delay until later, any Doomsday, scenario. And we are nasty, we white or near white … guys, wise.”

“It not sane to say that Doomsday — until later — has been delayed. Not — at least, until tomorrow. Still, Vladimir and his wise

guys and me have agreed to delay until later, any Doomsday, scenario. Ex-liars, are we white guys, so, Solomonically … wise.”

“Presidents, I’m told, don’t go to their trials. It’s just — not done. And so, l’ll not go, tho I’d really like to say, damn, the torpedoes! To win

— I’m going! But presidents don’t do that. And I oft do what I’m told. Just ask, Melania. Just ask … Kim.”

“The plot, thickens. We may yet be calling upon more witnesses and for more documents. If that happens, my trial may be

indefinitely, extended. And I may have to resign if the new evidence sheds new light on my conduct. On … life-support, my presidency.“

“Mick; he’s the Dem’s top demand: for witness testimony at my trial. They’ll likely get Bolton too. Late but perhaps — timely,

testimony, climaxing — near incredibly implausibly, in a twist of fate. For Mick even referred to me as a Chosen One, surreally.”

“Mick previously referred to me as a Chosen One. Now, he’s the Dem’s top demand for more testimony at my trial. They’ll make

Bolton, testify, too. Late, perhaps timely, testimony, climaxing, near incredibly implausibly, in very telling twists … of fate.”

“Fossil fuels. Plastics. And armies at the ready. With air forces armed with nuclear weapons already deployed … and weapons,

hypersonic, in pipelines in steady weapons, development. Yea, we are ignoring ye. A child are ye, whereas, I am, Mick’s, Chosen One.”

Ivanka cheers climate change crusader Greta for calling attention to dire issues. In a statement going against daddy, a rightful heir

blunts his criticism of Greta, saying Greta’s got more common sense in her molars than daddy’s got, under, his fake, hair.”

“We want to have the cleanest water on earth. And we want to have the cleanest air on earth. Remember —America — First. First —

Americans. The other nations, will follow. But first we’ll need to clean up my government. Let’s impeach, and remove me, first.”

“First things, first. Let’s impeach, and remove me, first. The other nations, will follow our lead. But first, we’ll need to clean up, our

national, government. Then consolidate the international governments into a single government international of ours.”

“Sometimes, Greta, those that rule, are unfit, patently, to do so. Take me; nothing less than an unbroken string of miracles marks a less

than honest, yet, stellar, trajectory. Our Creator, Greta, works, mysteriously. Let’s get me to resign. I’ll confess.”

“I’ll resign. And I’ll confess. And I’ll profess, also, a special knowledge. For I know how to turn the gist of dry prose, into soulful, poetry.

Poetry for the soul. Sometimes, Greta, those that rule are patently unfit, to do so. Take, for example … me.”

“I know how to turn the gist of dry prose into soulful poetry. Poetry for the soul. At times, those that rule over us are too patently

— unfit, to do so. Take me back, on warranty. In lieu of taking me back to the Maker — otherwise, honor … my warranty.”

“I’m sorry about what’s happening but Art has taught me how to turn dry prose into soulful poetry. Poetry — for our chicken — souls.

Those ruling over us are unfit. Alas, there’s no way to take us back to our Maker. Alas there’s no warranty, on our souls.”

“@GretaThunberg: Greta: Sorry about what’s happening. Art tho, has taught me how to pen prose into poetry. For chicken souls, poetry.

Alas, there’s no way to take us back, to our Maker. And, alas, there’s no warranty, on our souls. But we’ve got — poetry.”

“Greta: There’s no way to take those in need of repair of parts defective, back to our Maker. No warranty, on souls. But poetry lets

us be persuasive. And the writers and the marchers — together, may usher in, that way … a second … revolution, velvet.”

“It’s OK. It’s all about delay, anyway. Remember, the Alamo. Remember, the Muslins. And finally remember, I’ll probably be

resigning, anyway. Especially, if Bolton testifies. Poetry, Art has taught me, lets us be persuasive politically and diplomatically.”

“Ye heard it here first; on Arthur’s account; on Twitter. For it’s been on Twitter and on Art’s account that all the president’s men may

write. And we declare that Vlad and me and the rest of his guys have agreed to delay to later a threatening, Doomsday.”

Genetically, Art’s like all of us. Just transplanted — from a past — into the future … and back, again. Back, from the future. No

one knows what’s happened. No one knows what’s happening. No one, it is said, knows what’s going to happen. No one I know.”

“No one I know tho, knows futures like Arthur. And how to paint a portrait, in words. From a past into the future and back again. Futures

aside, no one knows what’s happened. No one knows … what’s happening. No one knows — what happening … in futures.”

“No one I know tho, knows futures like Arthur. And how to paint a portrait, in words. From a past into the future and back again. Back from a future.

No one knows what’s happened. No one knows, what’s happening. No one knows — what happens … in futures.”

“My impeachment may be at center stage now but when the last vote in the Senate trial is cast it won’t mark an end to the investigations into me

— and my company — the Trump Organization. Rest assured. To the end of my days the Dems shall be … hounding me.”

“To the end of my days the Dems might have hounded me but Art last night in soirée suggested that it’s time to consider if it’s time

— to resign. Resign as president but press on for the Nobels; for ye and for Vlad and his Cabal. Everything, in its, time.”

“To everything its time and season. It’s time I consider resigning. Resigning, even as I press on for Nobels for me and Nobels for Vlad. Nobels

for everybody. Nobels, in recognition of a flip-flop on climate change and human migration. A flip-flop, noble.”

“A radical change of mind relative to prior positions on climate change and human migration. To everything, its time and timely

season. Accordingly, I am considering resigning even as I press on for Nobels for me and Vlad. Indeed … Nobels for everybody.”

“If it would buy peace why not then, Nobel Academy, Nobels for everybody? We’ve recently undergone radical changes of mind

relative to our prior positions on climate change and human migration. To everything, its time and season. To resign, I have a mind.”

“To resign, I’ve half a mind. Indeed, if it would buy peace why not then, Nobel Academy, Nobels for everybody? Changes of mind,

relative to prior positions on climate change and human migration may make of us, champions against them, if we are, of a mind.”

“Were we of a mind to we might well do what we set our minds on to do. To resign I’ve half a mind and albeit the other half of my mind

remains indecisive, If it would buy peace why not then Nobels — Nobel Academy — for all of my guys? For us, gold mines.”

“My name’s the one name that no one dares talk about; for I am the 800 pound gorilla in the middle of everything. The one person who

has the most knowledge of the issues at my impeachment trial and on my judgment day. For my weakness chosen, boo hoo, hoo.”

“@RepAdamSchiff: I recommend the @UrantiaBook. And traditional Scriptures, too. Confessing crimes; I can ill afford to do time.

The president — ought do — no time. For my weakness, I’ve been, chosen. I did no time, in Vietnam. I won’t do here … no time.”

“Beware my tweet on Friday warning of an attack on 2nd Amendment rights. Seen as a call to join Monday’s rally, it’s highlighting

Vlad’s dilemma. And it is the dilemma, also, of all of Vlad men, including me, who have been ye, all this time, gaslighting.”

“Gaslighting is a form of psychological manipulation in which unscrupulous ones like Vladimir and me to seek to sow, in targeted

individuals, uncertainty. Making the targeted, question, their own, memory, perceptions or even, make them feel … targeted.”

“Egalitarian are we, Harry. And albeit we may be distinguished by your altruism, vis-a-vis, my cynicism, still I believe that next to love, sweet, love,

the world needs empathy. Do ye feel that too, Meghan and Harry? The world, needs empathy … and love.”

“What the world needs now, beyond love, is love’s, empathy. Revelations forthcoming, may force me — to resign — my presidency.

Forced out like Meghan and ye in Great Britain by the rigidly, institutionalized racism, of the aristocratic powers … that be.”

“The powers that be; they’re not long, to be. The sovereigns and the nation states were never intended to have reigned — this, unduly

— long. The plan all along was to transition to a greater, not a lesser, state. What we need now, is … love’s, empathy.”

“The plan all along was to transition to a greater, not a lesser, state. The powers that be; they’re not long, to be. The sovereigns

and the nations were never intended, to have reigned, this long. We must be rid, amongst other things, of the sovereigns.”

“MAYDAYS follows on the success of my Art of the Deal. As if a natural sequel dealing with changing circumstances. An anti-heroic

protagonist am I herein. And I’m Hell-bent on writing an allegory, world-saving … co-authored by men, at best, anti-heroic.”

“Vladimir’s guys. Good guys, on the moon, actually. For it’s in our dreamy hours lunar that myself and the other anti-heroes, write.

Hell-bent on writing an allegory — world-saving, am I. As are, Vlad’s men; anti-heroes, willing — to cynically … write.”

“Acting responsibly; it’s why I and Vlad’s men (the other anti-heroes), write. Hell-bent on writing an allegory, world-saving am I. I write,

ironically — in cynical conjunction, with Vlad’s men. Anti-heroes all; all, also willing, to … cynically, write.”

“If everything is an outrage, then nothing is an outrage, says the ever relevant @MittRomney. A smart Mormon, that Mitt but a RINO

— literally. And he, along with RINO @SenatorCollins makes of already strange Republicans, the very most threatened, RINOs.”

“If everything is an outrage, then nothing is an outrage, rages, @MittRomney. Along with @SenatorCollins, the conscience,

Republican; or what’s left, if anything, of it. For what conscience has a sound man, who professes … not to believe … in science?”

“What conscience may have a sound man who expresses a disbelief, profound in science. What to make — of his actions

— and intent? His intent, in conjunction with Vlad’s, too. And if that is so, my removal, may be threatened. And I may resign, in reaction.”

“I feel threatened, by removal. And in reaction, I may resign. I may indeed resign; if my conscience, finally gets a foothold in my mind.

What to make, Senators, of my intent if my intent is in conjunction with Vlad’s? If that is so, I am out, of my mind.”

“Even now; even as I spontaneously tweet out my reactions to developments in my trial, one might well wonder about my seeming insanity.

And what to make of my intent if my intent has been effected in conjunction, and in collusion, with, Vladimir Putin’s?”