ALGORITHM — PRIMER — PANACEA
Fitting are the ironies of MORONS AND ALIENS; the least of which is that one as unfit as myself should ride a wave of hubris straight to the White House. Egalitarianism, tho, we may trust.
The least may be first; in MORONS AND ALIENS the least significant irony is that one so unfit as myself could ride a wave of hubris to the White House — In egalitarianism tho — we may trust.
Of all the ironies of MORONS AND ALIENS the least of them seemingly is that one as unfit as myself could ride a wave of human hubris to a White House. So I’m proposing, egalitarianism.
Nor does a widespread model for global peace and prosperity nor a return to prominence of poetry among citizens rank amongst the most significant ironies in my MORONS AND ALIENS.
By far the most significant irony of all of them; of all the ironies in MORONS AND ALIENS, the most significant of them was as a panacea and as a primer; a panacea for Pangaea’s (wo)men.
A primer on how to treat one another drawn from your own Scriptures; a panacea towards living together in the peaceful and sustainable manner The Almighty intended for His children.
By far the most significant irony of all of them; of all the ironies in MORONS AND ALIENS, the most significant of the ironies was an algorithm; Twitter’s primer-panacea for Pangaea’s treaties.
At the heart of Jack’s Twitter’s algorithm‘s vast potential is the safe space of community; in 280 characters. Twitter may indeed well be a primer and a panacea towards — Pangaea’s — treaties.
Jack’s Twitter’s algorithm‘s potential is the safety and space, of a community, in 280 characters. Twitter; both a primer and a panacea towards treaties — and even — entreaties — someday.
The Deep State; it’s gone all out to get me. Twitter’s suspended me and I’m on some sort of probation, with Facebook. Art too; he’s in hot water with LinkedIn and blocked by NEAToday.
Permanently suspended by Twitter, I’m on some sort of probation, temporarily, I think with Facebook. Arthur too is in hot water with @LinkedIn and the @NEAToday also, possibly.
Paranoid, they’ll say I am, since I’m convinced that people are out to get me; that they’re on my trail and pursuing me, 24-7, at all times. But yer not paranoid — if they’re pursuing ye, verily.
Jack’s algorithm‘s potential lies in the safety of space and in a community of 280 characters. In Twitter, Earth has both a primer and a panacea towards treaties — and alternatively, entreaties.
Forget not who addresses ye; ‘tis none other than I, DJT, who addresses ye. The aliens are scurrilous; the virus planted and an asteroid cometh from our blind side — surreptitiously.