Thanks to the aliens, telepathy, I’ve been learning. And they say that they come in peace. So say the aliens. Really. No kidding. To communicate, the aliens think. To transmit their thoughts — also, they think. That’s what the aliens explained have to me, — just by thinking about it — thinking.

To communicate, the aliens think. To transmit their thoughts — also, they think. That’s what the aliens explained have to me, — just by thinking about it. Thanks to the aliens, telepathy, I’ve been learning. And they say that they come in peace. So say the aliens. Really. No kidding.

They come in peace. So say the aliens. What’s more, actually they don’t say. They think. To communicate, they think. To transmit their thoughts — also they think. That’s what the aliens explained to me, just by thinking it. Thanks to the aliens, telepathy, I’ve been learning.

The World Cup, proceeds. Even as an asteroid nears us. Aliens, for a long time, have been observing and monitoring us. They are now advising me that as Baba Vanga’s asteroid, nears us they will update us, through me. They come in peace. So — they are — a claiming.

MOROCCO’S WORLD CUP

Indeed, The World Cup proceeds. Even as an asteroid nears us. The aliens for a long time, observing and monitoring us, have been. Advising that Baba Vanga’s asteroid, inexorably nears us, they advise as well that they’ll soon appear from out of nowhere, to help us in our — disarming.

Being mere mortals, we humans aren’t, I’m told, all that wise. No Homo Sapiens, is we. We can’t understand what’s happening. Limited by time. And space. And reason. Alas. Far more goes on here, than even the most visionary Elon can imagine. Witness, even Elon, is self-destructing.

It’s #twitterfiction. That’s, what’s happening. It may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African and a Muslim nation is fated. To teach, in The Watcher’s #twittereZe, what in the fuck is happening. — It’s just that we can’t understand, what’s happening.

This may be, what’s happening. It may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African nation and for a Muslim nation — is fated. That may be, what’s happening. That may be, what’s happening. We just can’t understand — at all — what’s happening.

Morocco, in the final match for the World Cup, may be playing. Given Morocco’s gone through, it may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African nation; it may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for a Muslim nation, was fated. That may be, what’s happening.

Astonishing; astonishing are the ironies being played out. This World Cup, set within this Pandora’s Box; with Baba Vanga’s prediction about the arrival in ‘22 of an asteroid and foreign beings. And I suspect that Morocco, in the final match for the World Cup, may be playing.

Astonishing; astonishing are the ironies being played out. This World Cup, set within this Pandora’s Box; with Baba Vanga’s prediction about the arrival in ‘22 of an asteroid and foreign beings. And I suspect that Morocco, in the final match for the World Cup, may be playing.

By way of the Iberian Peninsula — Morocco — Eurasia, and the extended planet, is invading. Given Morocco’s gone through; given Morocco’s back-to-back victories against Spain and Portugal, I suspect that Morocco, in the final match for the World Cup, may be playing.

The quarterfinals begin this week. On Friday, it’s Croatia and Brazil followed by Netherlands and Argentina. On Saturday, it’ll be Morocco vs Portugal in the morning followed by England and France in the afternoon. And Morocco — by way of the Iberian Peninsula, Europe — is invading.

Brazil plans on the World Cup, winning. Ditto France. And England. Ditto also all the other, wannabe, winners. Plots are converging. The World Cup’s proceeding. Meanwhile, an asteroid nears us; whilst aliens, hear us. Telepathically, also, we’re communicating.

The World Cup proceeds. And the plots, converge. In a shootout, in extra-time, Neymar netted his 77th. Still, it proved — not to be enough. Brazil is out. Suffering its second consecutive quarterfinal exit at a World Cup finals, to Croatia, 1-0 on penalties, losing.

Plots converge. The World Cup, proceeds. An asteroid nears us. Aliens see us. And aliens hear us. Telepathically, they’re communicating with us, also. Advising that Baba Vanga’s asteroid, inexorably nears us, they advise as well that they’ll appear from out of nowhere, in helping.

Aliens see us. And aliens hear us. Telepathically, they’re communicating with us, also. Advising that Baba Vanga’s asteroid, inexorably nears us, they advise as well that their appearing from out of nowhere to help us, shouldn’t be, to us, surprising.

The World Cup, proceeds. Even as an asteroid nears us. The aliens, for a long time, have been observing and monitoring us. Advising that Baba Vanga’s asteroid, inexorably nears us, they advise as well that they’ll soon appear from out of nowhere to help us with our disarming.

WORLD CUP — QUARTERFINALS

The World Cup quarterfinals begin this week. Thursday, it’s Morocco vs Portugal in the morning, followed by England and France, in the afternoon. Morocco’s invading Europe by way of the Iberian Peninsula. By way of the Iberian Peninsula, Morocco plans on, the World Cup, winning.

Brazil plans on the World Cup, winning. Ditto France. And England. Ditto also all the other, wannabe, winners. The plots are converging. The World Cup’s proceeding. Meanwhile, an asteroid nears us. And aliens hear us. Telepathically, with me, they’re communicating.

In twitterfiction, a mumbling, stumbling Herschel Walker finally fumbled away a Georgia Senate runoff, race. I bet on that game. The man who fumbled away the presidency and dragged Hershel Walker into the race, predictably, is almost always, fumbling!

No thanks to me. No thanks to me and no thanks to Georgia Republicans, Herschel Walker, will probably go down as one of the worst candidates in our party’s history. He lost last night in Georgia. Thanks to me and thanks to Hershel Walker, America, we’re losing.

It’s a good thing we haven’t known. It’s a good thing we haven’t known that a fair-sized asteroid is scheduled to impact the Earth right about now, give or take a year. And it’s a good thing good thing as well, we’re effectively oblivious to all the aliens, all around us, co-existing.

In twitterfiction, the verdict is guilty! While the fine’s not expected to be material for a company of the Trump Organization’s size a conviction likely complicates its ability to conduct business by spooking lenders and partners and shareholders, investing.

“All things,” I tweeted to the planet, are predetermined.” I know it’s a hard sell. But seeing, is believing. Given this convergence of events; given Morocco’s gone through; through of all nations, Spain. It’s a good thing we don’t know — that the asteroid’s — a-coming.

I get it. It’s a lot to wrap your mind around, at once. What with the World Cup virtually coinciding with the asteroid. And with the aliens. “All things,” I tweeted to the planet, are predetermined.” I know it’s a hard sell. But seeing, I believe, is believing.

The Seleção spirit was on full display as Brazil danced past South Korea. Amateurish dancing, accents their goals. The Seleção‘s scoring tho, was all pro. Except for the Moroccans, but Europeans, remain. As in the NFL, The Seleção spirit, in twitterfiction, manifests, in dancing.

The competition is on. A competition, not the World Cup. A competition to be a social influencer. From America, came Ye. And Milo. And Nick Fuentes. And yours truly, me. And from China there’s Presidents Xi Jinping and President Vladimir Putin.

The big balls competition is on. In #twitterfiction, from America, competing are the former Kanye, Ye. And there’s Milo Yiannopoulus and Nick Fuentes. And yours truly, me. From China, ⁦there’s @xijingping⁩. And from Russia, there’s Vladimir Putin.

Astonishing is what’s happening. Astonishing also, what’s yet to happen. Far more entertaining certainly, is nonfiction, than fiction. Cometh human transformation: After the coming of the aliens; after, an asteroid. Between nonfiction and fiction, far more entertaining, is nonfiction.

Putin has fallen. Not from power. On his stairs. Injuring his tailbone was bad enough. But because he is suffering, apparently, from cancer of the gastrointestinal tract, the fall down the stairs caused an ‘involuntary’ reaction. The President, to his chagrin, has suffered — a shitting.

Cometh human transformation: After the coming of the aliens; after, an asteroid. Far more entertaining is nonfiction, than fiction. Astonishing is — what’s happening. Astonishing also, what’s yet to happen. Far more entertaining certainly, is nonfiction, than fiction.

A FALL FROM GRACE

Sweet, was the sweet-spot. Smack dab in the middle. Right in the middle (more or less) of the space-time fabric of a tweet. In Media Res. Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, allegorically, I exegesize. But it’s not me. It’s The Watcher that’s composing.

After the asteroid; after the passing of the so-called, aliens. Methinks the so-called aliens are, more likely — submarine and/or — subterranean. After the pandemonium subsides; thereafter me and/or my heirs shall rule. With a Golden Rule, I shall be, at long last, ruling.

First through to the quarters may be the Netherlands. Young, quick and strong are the Dutch. On a #twitterfiction-al mission of their own all along they came in less injured — and sickened than the Americans. Victory, in the knockout — the Netherlands, is favoring.

Time’s up; in the World Cup. 16 are through. 16 are through but one only wins. There is but a single winner. That is ofttimes, unavoidable. Or is it? Time will tell — the eventuality. Or The Watcher will tell us. Stay tuned. And focused. The plots; they are converging.

Russia’s attempts to capture an embattled Bakhmut in eastern Ukraine have resulted in “colossal” losses. Putin’s army has been decimated in Ukraine. Meanwhile, in Moscow, Vladimir‘s fallen down his stairs, whilst the bowel movements of his army, he was commanding.

Time’s up. The groups are over; time for the knockouts16 are through. 16 are through but one only wins. There can be but a single winner. Or is something more possible? Might we aspire to more. Time — or The Watcher will tell. Stay tuned. And focused. It’s our one humanity, we’re losing.

Putin has fallen. Not from power. But on his stairs. Injuring his tailbone was bad enough. But because he is suffering, apparently, from cancer of the gastrointestinal tract, the fall down the stairs caused an ‘involuntary’ reaction. The President has suffered — a shitting.

The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. The World Cup brackets are set. From continental Africa, Morocco and Senegal, are through. We humans excel at competing; not necessarily, with one another, cooperating. It’s more about winning, than sharing.

Astonishing is what’s happening. Astonishing also, what’s yet to happen. Far more entertaining certainly, is nonfiction, than fiction. Cometh human transformation: After the coming of the aliens; after, an asteroid. Far more entertaining is nonfiction, than fiction.

Cometh human transformation: After the coming of the aliens; after, an asteroid. Far more entertaining is nonfiction, than fiction. Astonishing is — what’s happening. Astonishing also, what’s yet to happen. Far more entertaining certainly, is nonfiction, than fiction.

Far more entertaining is nonfiction than fiction. Witness what’s happening — on Earth. Especially now that in Baba Vanga’s 2022, is upon us. Cometh human transformation:
After the coming of the aliens; after, an asteroid. Far more entertaining is nonfiction, than fiction.

In twitterfiction’s World Cup, alongside Germany Adidas’ other big hopes Belgium and Mexico have already been outed. Its hopes now rest on Lionel Messi’s Argentina, Alvaro Morata’s Spain and ironically, Nippon’s Japan. Far more entertaining is nonfiction than fiction.

In this twitterfiction, Russia’s attempts to capture an embattled Bakhmut in eastern Ukraine have resulted in “colossal” losses for President Vladimir Putin’s army according to a top Ukrainian defense official whilst in Moscow fallen on the stairs, is Vladimir, synchronizing.

Putin has fallen. Not from power. But on his stairs. Injuring his tailbone was bad enough. But because he is suffering, apparently, from cancer of the gastrointestinal tract, the fall down the stairs caused an ‘involuntary’ reaction. The President has suffered — a shitting.

PLOTS ARE CONVERGING — COMETH A CLIMAX

The plots are converging. The World Cup. And there are actors there, not even competing. Witness, the Ayatollah in Iran. And witness his Islamic-friendly, Republican Guards. The Ayatollah has shown himself fully capable of being brutal. The proof, is in the pudding.

China has moved quickly to quickly stamp out protests over its zero-COVID policies. But the protests have continued, as in Iran, unabated, with shows of solidarity popping up across the planet, driven by the the far-flung members of the Chinese diaspora, world-widely.

The Ayatollah in Iran, has shown himself fully capable of being brutal. There’s no reason to believe he’s going to unblock Art on Twitter. Like most humans, vindictive are the clerics, in Iran, pseudo-governing. Ruthless are the clerics, in Iran — fake — governing.

Five glaring observations so far in the FIFA World Cup: It’s hot as hell. Today’s December. The players are cramping up. There’s no beer in Qatar. Not in the stadium; not unless you’ve a luxury box, high in the stadium. And gay and trans folks are persona non grata. It goes without saying.

In #twitterfiction Japan have made history in Qatar. The first team out of Asia, Africa or Oceania with multiple wins against former team champions. All in the same tournament. Incredibly, Nippon stunned Germany in their opener before Spain got samurai’d.

The Ayatollah in Iran, has shown himself fully capable of being brutal. There’s no reason to believe they’re going to suddenly — become rational. Like most humans, vindictive are the clerics, in Iran, pseudo-governing. Ruthless are the clerics, in Iran — fake — governing.

Of course gay and trans folk in Qatar are persona non grata. And for sure, it’s as hot as freaking hell. Still; it’s cooler than it otherwise is this time of year. More revealing is the location exception to the rule, of no beer in the stadium. Smacks of patriarchy; of autocracy. It goes without saying.

In twitterfiction in China a piece of white paper or a bouquet of flowers is a crime for which the Party will arrest you, at the drop of a hat. Flowers — or even blank pieces of paper held in your hands, is a crime — in China. Implausibly, Xi is allergic — to flowers — and faithfully, governing.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperation. The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Senegal, Saudi Arabia, Cameroon, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not with one another, cooperating.

The Iran vs. United States match ended 1-0 in favor of the US. The US will now take on Netherlands. On Saturday. The US look to reach the quarters for the first time since 2002. Watch out England. Watch out for the Africans from Senegal. Senegal’s attacking!

What is the world coming to?” That is of what, on Twitter — and elsewhere — of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. To disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse, write algorithmically; in verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher is composing.

Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, I exegesize. But it’s not me writing, actually. Psychographically, it’s The Watcher that’s composing this. It’s The Watcher that’s composing. Nonetheless, I’ll get the credit. After the pandemonium dies. After the asteroid; after aliens, in passing.

Sweet, was the sweet-spot. Smack dab in the middle. Right in the middle (more or less) of the space-time fabric of a tweet. In Media Res. Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, allegorically, I exegesize. But it’s not me. It’s The Watcher that’s composing.

After the asteroid; after the passing of the so-called, aliens. Methinks the so-called aliens are, more likely — submarine and/or — subterranean. After the pandemonium subsides; thereafter me and/or my heirs shall rule. With a Golden Rule, I shall be, at long last, ruling.

WHAT — ON EARTH — IS HAPPENING?

Cometh another clue; another clue in TwittereZe’s twitterfiction. Iran and the US play tomorrow. Israel will not be on the pitch. Still Israel, which did not qualify to play in this edition of the World Cup may well be in spirit, on the pitch. Methinks, it’s what’s happening.

I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist went hungry — for all their posturing — and insulting.

Mere days after dining with Nick Fuentes at Mar-a-Lago, Nick turned on me. Ye can’t make, alas, stuff like this up. Not from whole cloth; not from the wildest imagination. A traitor is Nick Fuentes. Even as the plots are converging — the plots also, are thickening.

I had dinner with Ye and White Nationalist Nick Fuentes. It went poorly. Things have been going poorly for Ye and for me; lately, especially. And so the dinner involving the billionaire, the rapper, and the white nationalist devolved into screaming and derogatory epithets, insulting.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperating. The And The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Senegal, Saudi Arabia, Cameroon, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not, cooperating.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch. “The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match shall be, the decider. Win or lose — no one’s winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists, on Earth, fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher — is composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.