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?”
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