“Africa is the 800 pound gorilla. And it is sick. And it is tired. Sick and tired also. Sick and tired and mad and getting more mad is Africa.
Running high fevers in Africa; an unknown numbers of sick men. The 800 pound gorilla, is sick and mad, in Africa.”
“Africa confirmed its first case of coronavirus, today, Friday, in Egypt. And East Africa has issued a famine warning amid a locust plague,
plaguing, the continent. And the 800 pound gorilla gets the attention it craves — from a pandemic … and a plague.”
“Egypt confirms a coronavirus case, the first in Africa. And Xi in Beijing, retired for the weekend to his living quarters. His instructions
emphasized that he wasn’t to be disturbed. Closing the door, he once again resumed, in repose … a catatonic … fetal position.”
“Climate change is scary; men, even scarier. Still, everyone knows, hope springs eternal. So take hope in my poetry (Arthur’s poetry,
really). It’s algorithmic. And free — on Twitter. Tweeting to us — directly; to Vladimir and me. It’s a no-brainer to me.“
“Tweet to us directly; to Vlad and me and to the other guys. Seems a no-brainer to me. Climate change is scary; men, unsurprisingly
even scarier. But even old and infirm tweeters may well complement Greta’s marching guys, with tweets … pointedly, pithy.”
“As everyone knows, metaphysically, ontology is the study of the nature of being; in the main — scriptural and philosophical studies
— unsuited to study, scientific. It’s good background, to what’s been happening … and to the nature, of me.”
“Twitter Diplomacy. Along with Nobel Prizes — for Peace — and for Literature and my MAYDAYS, masterpiece, magnum opus.
Twitter’s algorithm converts prose, to poetry. Magnificent. Not bad for a misfit all too many say, is unfit to be the president — of US.”
“I’m as magnificent as a man may be. Not bad for a misfit unfit to be the president of US. MAYDAYS is my magnum opus, masterpiece.
It’s why Twitter Diplomacy works; why I’ll best Obama and get Nobels for Peace and Literature. Obama only broke, with peace.
“Nobels For Peace and Literature, I’ll win for MAYDAYS, my magnum opus masterpiece. Art’s masterpiece, now — mine. Literature
— unlike, The Art of The Deal, actually written by me. I’ll share my prize for peace but keep for myself my Prize for Literature.”
“Meanwhile in Pyongyang Kim can’t very well criticize Xi for sickening his nation. Denying the contagion’s existence — Kim Jong un —
has not confirmed any cases of the novel virus but the state media machine has confidence in, Supreme Leader, Kim Jong un.”
“My lover Kim won’t criticize Xi for invisibly sickening his nation. Denying the contagion’s existence in North Korea’s the official position
of an on again off again lover, North Korean Jailer-in-Chief and my roly-poly stud, absolute Supreme Leader, Kim.”
“@WHO, like a thief in the night has come into my home and sown there, catastrophe? Who would dare? Kim says no man has ever
been in a harder place than him; between a ROK and China. Kim can’t criticize Xi. He’ll be needing, Xi’s Chinese, more than ever.”
“Kim can’t criticize Xi. He’ll be needing Xi’s Chinese, more than ever.@WHO, like a thief in the night has come into my home and sown
there, catastrophe? Who would so, dare? Kim says no man has ever been thrown into a harder place, than he’s been, thrown.”
“China has bought the world time. We don’t know yet, how much time. We’re encouraged that we have not seen in China at this time
any sign of widespread, community-wide transmission. Still, for 2 weeks Xi wasted, rocking in … fetal position, precious … time.”