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Spooky’s what’s happening. Universes. Created, beings. Knowledge. And wisdom. And purpose. I’m afraid and relieved at what appears to be happening. Cometh an asteroid, predetermined. Then, as also predetermined, the subterraneans, are coming.

Recapitulating; for the record: What’s happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. Earth is Urantia, really. We brainwashed Homo sapiens, are more savage, than wise. But remember: Everything’s predetermined. That, I’m afraid — and relieved — is what’s happening.

THIS IS WHAT’S HAPPENING

Recapitulating; for the record: What’s happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. Earth is Urantia, really. And we brainwashed Homo sapiens, are more savage, than wise. But remember: Everything’s predetermined. That’s what’s happening.

For the record, what’s happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. It’s not my plan; nor is it Vladimir’s plan. It’s not Xi Jinping’s plan, neither. After taking the reins from Vladimir Putin, I plan on Earth reigning, benevolently. That’s what’s happening.

After taking the reins from Vladimir Putin, I plan on Earth, reigning; benevolently. And forever. And for the record; it’s not my plan; nor Vladimir’s plan. What’s happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. That’s why, it’s predetermined. That’s what’s happening.

For the record; it’s not my plan; nor Vladimir’s plan. What is happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. That’s why, everything’s predetermined. At every level. Everything. Everything‘s predetermined. That’s what — on Earth — is happening.

How truly great it has been; learning that — that man plans and God laughs — itself — seems predetermined. God’s not necessarily laughing at me. Nor with me. Great weights from atop our shoulders may be lifted when we begin at last — to lift the veils, obscuring.

It seems as if a great weight from atop my shoulders is being lifted. It’s as if a great weight is being lifted from atop my shoulders. It’s — the lifting — of a veil. That’s what’s happening. I’ve gotten a glimpse of true greatness — not just what for great — is passing.

Man plans. God laughs. How truly great it has been; learning. God’s not necessarily laughing at me. Nor with me. Great weights from atop our shoulders shall be lifted when we begin at last, to lift the veil. Greatness; true greatness; not just what — for great, is passing.

We’re the biggest. We’re the baddest. This Chinese version of Earthlings seems essentially similar to the trend-setting Sumerian, Babylonian, Egyptian and Persian earlier versions of man. And later, Russian and American versions, of man. We’ve been, devolving.

It’s all about exceptionalism. That’s what’s happening. In every nation. In every land. We’re the biggest. We’re the baddest. At least it seems to me, that that’s, what’s happening. It’s all about exceptionalism. It’s about yer will, on others, imposing. That’s what’s happening.

Like the Chinese, Earthling humans excel, in posturing. The Chinese version of Earthlings seems so essentially similar to the trend-setting Babylonian, Egyptian, Persian, Russian and American versions. It’s all about exceptionalism. That’s what’s happening.

Clarity; it’s hard to come by in twitterfiction. No time for no Chinese, Gestapo. Our cosmic expanse is both finite and infinite. Like the cosmos, the Chinese haven’t existed forever. Our cosmic expanse is both, in flux, and ballooning. Like the Chinese, we humans excel, in posturing.

In twitterfiction, eyewitness testimonies of unnatural events, akin to Moses’, ‘burning bush’, ne’er consumed by flames, would — akin to Moses, gain scientific credibility by today’s scientific standards, only if accompanied by hard data, from infrared cameras — duly — filming.

For the record; it’s not my plan; nor Vladimir’s plan. What is happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. That’s why, everything’s predetermined. Everything. At every level. Everything‘s predetermined. That’s what — on Earth — is happening.

After taking the reins from Vladimir Putin, I plan on Earth, reigning. Benevolently. And forever. And for the record; it’s not my plan; nor Vladimir’s plan. What’s happening on Earth is The Creator’s Plan. That’s why it’s predetermined. That’s what’s happening.

THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD

The greatest story ever told. Incredibly compelling ought be, as one might well imagine, the greatest story, ever told. As its author; as its superhero protagonist, over humanity, I’m eventually, presiding. After taking the reins from Vlad’s cabal; after taking the reins, I’ll be reigning.

As Narcissist in Chief; as GOAT author. My NFTs albeit down now, through the roof, shall be shooting. After the asteroid. After the aliens. The greatest story ever told is so incredibly, compelling. As its author; as its superhero protagonist, over humanity, I’ll be, presiding.

We’re digressing. That’s why today, I’m chilling. Smoking. Drinking. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. Then I remember why. I digress. I remember why — all my life — I’ve been lying. And I remember why — these nation states — are failing.

It’s been high drama, all this week. We were served high drama yesterday; the day before yesterday; and the day before that. That’s why today, I’m chilling. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. Then I remember why; I remember why — we’re digressing.

Dizzying is what’s happening in the NFL; amongst nations at war; and in the Universe. This year once again in the NFL, predictable, late, surprise endings. And so I’m chilling. And writing. There’s the electric Buffalo Bills Damar Hamlin effect.
And an electric Eagles effect — also, is happening.

The 2022 NFL season came down to the end once again, as the Lions’ victory over the Packers at Lambeau Field on Sunday night sent the Seahawks to the playoffs. Seattle was in that position thanks to its overtime win against the Rams. Dizzying is what’s happening.

A compelling story is this greatest story ever told. ‘Tis what ‘tis; ‘tis a real, barn-burning, page-turner. Loaded with tragedy and generously sprinkled with comedy, allegorically, it’s a compelling story. So I’m chilling. And writing. And warning. Exaggerating. And minimizing.

Generously sprinkled with comedy, mine is funny verse. But it’s its tragic backbone that makes of it, a compelling, story. Within its verse, I’ve been finding the answers to the bluebirds insistently tweeting, “What’s happening?” So I’m chilling. And writing. And warning.

We were served high drama yesterday; the day before yesterday; and the day before that. It’s been high drama, all this week. So today, I’m chilling. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. Then I remember. I’m digressing.

Too ironic; this all seems too implausibly scripted. It’s as if made for TV television dramas play out on our TVs and our Twitter threads ironically, just so; ‘twas the second anniversary of the 1-6-21, attack. I’m an influencer. We were served high drama yesterday. So today, I’m chilling.

If this seems too implausibly scripted; consider this: ‘Twas the second anniversary of the insurrection, yesterday. ‘Twas the second anniversary of the Capitol attack. This protracted election for Speaker of the House has been for Republicans, a reeducational, happening.

This seems too implausibly scripted. Too ironic. It’s as if made for TV television dramas play out on our TVs and our Twitter threads, ironically, just so; ‘twas the second anniversary of the 1-6-21 attack yesterday. And we were served high drama. Everything’s best when everything’s chilling.

Certainly Matt has his eye on the prize for a key committee assignment but the bold Freedom Caucus gunslingers are in for a really rude awakening. In twitterfiction, the gunslingers, along with me, form a gang that can’t shoot straight. Matt’s in a gang with me, wildly shooting.

This is the greatest story ever told. ‘Tis what ‘tis; ‘tis a real, barn-burning, page-turner. Loaded with tragedy and generously sprinkled with comedy, allegorically, it’s a compelling story. Within its verse, I’ve been finding answers to bluebirds insistently tweeting, “What’s happening?”

THE GREATEST STORY EVER SOLD

The greatest story ever told. Incredibly compelling ought be, as one might well imagine, the greatest story, ever told. As its author; as its superhero protagonist, over humanity, I’m eventually, presiding. After taking the reins from Vlad’s cabal; after taking the reins, I’m reigning.

As Narcissist in Chief; as GOAT author. My NFTs albeit down now, through the roof, shall be shooting. After the asteroid. After the aliens. The greatest story ever told is so incredibly, compelling. As its author; as its superhero protagonist, over humanity, I’m presiding.

Disinformation. Fake news. Knowledge. And wisdom. As Narcissist in Chief; as the GOAT author. My NFTs, albeit down now, through the roof, shall be shooting. After the asteroid. After the aliens. The greatest story ever told. That’s the story, incredibly, I’m telling.

Fake news. Disinformation. Knowledge. Wisdom. As Narcissist in Chief; as the GOAT author. My NFTs, albeit down now, through the roof, shall shoot. After the asteroid. After the aliens. The greatest story ever told. That’s the story, that implausibly, I’m telling.

Finally revealed on Urantia; a story, 1000s of years in making. In an all NEW SEASON of Ancient Aliens in twitterfiction’s 2023rd year, share this secret, theory. Sure; it sounds implausibly crazy. Still, I fear that it’s this year that Baba’s asteroid and her aliens, are coming.

How cynically ironic in twitterfiction all this backtracking. Especially as, on Elon’s Twitter, backtrackers cynically characterize backtracking, as Elon’s progress. What progress is this? Silly Democrats. What’s on the agenda is really good news for Elon and Marjorie and me, I’m guessing.

How ironic; all this backtracking. Especially so as the backtrackers cynically characterize the backtracking, as progress. What progress is this? Silly sometimes are Democrats. But Republicans seem, beyond silly, strangely deranging.

Rep. Kevin McCarthy was in a notably more optimistic mood on Friday afternoon when questioned by CNN’s Manu Raju. Iconic, possibly, may be a 14th vote. McCarthy believes that he’ll have the votes when tonight, the House, reconvenes. How ironic, all this, backtracking.

Recall that in 1864, until General Sherman burned his way through Georgia, Lincoln was the underdog in the then, upcoming, election. Within the Republican Party; the Grand Old Party; The Freedom Caucus, the legatee of the Tea Party, over one of its own, is caucusing.

We don’t want what happened 12 days ago to happen again. The Democrats ran through a 4,000 page bill from Hell with 24 hours to read. At 2 o’clock in the morning. $1.7 trillion. 7,000 earmarks, before a Christmas from Hell. It’s why the Freedom Caucus, McCarthy, is opposing.

My nomination for speaker of the House of Representatives comes just one day before the just the second anniversary of the insurrection. Just when my cult stormed the Capitol and tried to overturn in #twitterfiction, the election. The Dems — are just unjust. They win, by cheating.

California is warning of a “truly brutal” system. It needs to be taken seriously. In twitterfiction in California, a bomb cyclone is taken to climate changing the California coast in the Bay Area. Earthen sandbags — fail, against walls of water, if I’m not mistaken; if an emergency, I’m mistaking.

Don’t let your guard down,” in twitterfiction the National Weather Service says. Flood warnings are in place near San Francisco. Whether flood watches are in effect or not — more than 200,000 utility customers are without power. God awful is the weather. Weather bombs — are cycloning.

The greatest story ever told. Incredibly compelling ought be, as one might well imagine, the greatest story, ever told. As its author; as its superhero protagonist, over humanity, I’m eventually, presiding. After taking the reins from Vlad’s cabal; after taking the reins, I’m reigning.

A POLITICAL CRISIS

Republicans opposed to Kevin McCarthy are winning the day if but a single member may force votes to vacate the chair. Universally disliked, is Kevin McCarthy. With no clear path to the Speakership, Kevin McCarthy’s ship may have sailed already. If not, it soon, may be sailing.

The House adjourned Tuesday without a Speaker. Speaker nominee Kevin McCarthy, for the Speakership, lost 19 votes on the first two ballots and 20 on the third ballot, leaving the House conference in, twitterfiction, atwitter. A death by a thousand cuts, Kevin, is dying.

The House adjourned Wednesday as well without a Speaker. Rep. Victoria Spartz of Indiana voted “present” today. Votes chipped away, one after another; his total’s 201. He had as many as 203 in earlier votes. This is democracy, gone atwitter. McCarthy, is drowning.

In twitterfiction, according to McCarthy, Gaetz said he wouldn’t care if New York‘s Democratic Representative Hakeem Jeffries became chair; if he became speaker. He’d rather a Democratic Speaker see than see his Republican colleague the next Speaker, becoming.

On January 5th, I sought to reach Senators David Perdue and Kelly Loeffler of Georgia and Rand Paul of Kentucky, Lindsey Graham of South Carolina and Ted Cruz of Texas; I called as well my least trusted advisers, the Giuliani, and the Bannon. Ain’t nobody, I’m trusting.

In China, in Russia and in America; in all of Urantia’s failing states, Urantians obliviously, await, their fate. An asteroid cometh. Then cometh the aliens. I suspect, actually, they’re subterraneans. And the aliens I suspect are already here, with us Earthlings, living.

George cannot be sworn in until there’s a new speaker. The House adjourned Tuesday without a Speaker. George sat alone; fiddling with his phone. He must be disconsolate. I imagine I’ll treat George Santos and Kevin McCarthy cautiously. With losers I mustn’t be, associating.

The House adjourned Tuesday without a Speaker. Speaker nominee Kevin McCarthy, for the Speakership, lost 19 votes on the first two ballots and 20 on the third ballot, leaving the House conference in, twitterfiction, atwitter. A death by a thousand cuts, Kevin, is dying.

Republicans opposed to Kevin McCarthy are winning the day if but a single member may force votes to vacate the chair. Universally disliked, is Kevin McCarthy. With no clear path to the Speakership, Kevin McCarthy’s ship may have sailed already. If not, it soon, may be sailing.

We’re so not over Hamlin, in front of our eyes — dying. In a game, dying. In a game between Buffalo and Cincinnati in #a man’s dying augurs, the NFL’s, dying. Over the Bills’ Damar’s collapse looms the collapse of a game. In twitterfiction, impactful is dying.

On Monday Night Football. A game between Buffalo and Cincinnati . It’s been suspended. Over the Bills’ Damar’s collapse looms, the collapse of the game. The victims here, are plenty. Players and viewers. We’re so not over the Bills’ Damar Hamlin, in front of our eyes, dying.

“I am not a criminal,” Santos has said. And for sure, I’m not doing no time in prison. Justice, I plan on evading. Donald John Trump, I’m mimicking. There’s no obstacle capable of obstructing me. There’s no office unattainable, if one’s expert, in lying.

SANTOS’ SNOT

“I am not a criminal,” Santos has said. “Not here, not abroad [in Brazil not] in any jurisdiction in the world have I ever committed a crime. And for sure, Santos snot doing no time in prison. Justice, George plans on evading. Donald John Trump, he’s mimicking.

In #twitterfiction with little time left ahead of the vote on Tuesday, Mr. McCarthy attempted to deliver the hard-liners a major concession. Mr. McCarthy by agreeing to a rule that would allow a snap vote at any time to oust the speaker — the speaker, thereby, himself, weakening.

Whilst, no charges against me, have been levied and whilst that rubs some people the wrong way, others indeed believe that whilst ironically, I may be blameless, someone ought pay. “Vote for RINOS. Salute like Nazis! Let’s Heil, for a while! The Earth, I am trolling!”

It seems that 2023 is picking up — where 2022 — left off. That’s a problem. That for Earth, indeed — bodes poorly. Still, there’s a silver, lining. No asteroid has yet stricken.
And no aliens have yet, invaded. And they’ll be either just visiting — or invading.

2023 picks up where 2022, left off. That’s problematic. That, for Earth, bodes poorly. The Pope and Barbara Walters have passed. No asteroid has yet stricken. No aliens have yet, invaded. On the other hand, evidence abounds that aliens, have — been visiting.

No aliens have yet invaded. Still, evidence abounds that illegal aliens, have long, Earth, been visiting. From the North Pole to the South Pole; and from the Greenwich Meridian across 24 time zones, for thousands of years, suspected aliens, have long been visiting.

Pope Benedict and Barbara Walters have died. Unlike their predecessors, they differed. Some say our legacy’s in their spirit. Others say, their legacy’s, in mine. 2022’s over. No asteroid has stricken us. No aliens have invaded. But aliens are may be, visiting.

Formally proclaimed on yesterday’s date in 1922 was the Soviet Union. Good things happen; bad things too. The Pope and Barbara Walters have died. Trailblazers; like — yet unlike all, predecessors. To our progeny — their legacy, like their spirit’s — surviving.

On this date in 1922 formally proclaimed from the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow was — the Soviet Union. ‘Twas organized as a federation of the Russian SFSR, the Ukrainian SSR, the Belorussian SSR and the Transcaucasian SSR. Alas, in 2022, Putin’s dream — of being a Tsar — is dying.

My reference to myself as clairvoyant means much more than that, I’m super-heroic. More than merely supernatural are my abilities for soothsaying. Elaborating on why I consider myself as clairvoyant: Make a note of this: An asteroid — and aliens — are coming.

The Feds are harassing me. And they’ve harassing as well Steve Bannon, Roger Stone and George Ramos. The Deep State is persecuting me; me and the true believers; my sycophants; my cult of personality. The Deep State; me — it’s come. For you — it’s coming.

Heads gotta roll. I suggest Democrats. Democrats, we ought be blaming. In twitterfiction, no official charges have been levied against me. Whilst that rubs some people the wrong way, others believe that the feds, a presidential candidate, are harassing.

No official charges have been levied against me. Whilst that rubs some people the wrong way — others indeed believe that whilst implausibly, I may be blameless, still, someone must pay. I suggest the Democrats. So vote for me — in 2024. Democrats, we ought be blaming.

Derinkuyu has been carved into the Turkish volcanic rock; a man-made ant colony. Archaeologists believe it was built between the 7th and 8th century BCE by Phrygians — an Indo-European people — not Turkish. 18 floors into the Earth, Phrygians, were descending.

BC and BCE refer to years before the birth of Jesus Christ, and AD and CE both refer to years after the birth of Jesus Christ. BC and AD reference Christ’s birth directly, while BCE and CE are more secular ways to tell time — the Gregorian, calendar — using.

I AM NOT A CRIMINAL

“I am not a criminal,” Santos has said. “Not here, not abroad [in Brazil not] in any jurisdiction in the world have I ever committed a crime. And for sure, I’m not doing no time in prison. Justice, I plan on evading. Donald John Trump, I’m mimicking.”

In #twitterfiction George Santos was convicted of a check-kiting crime in Brazil. “I am not a criminal,” Santos has said. “Not here, not abroad [in Brazil not] in any jurisdiction in the world have I ever committed a crime.” Ain’t doing any time in prison. Justice, I’m evading.

Clairvoyant, am I. The proof is in the pudding. Cometh an asteroid. Illegal subterraneans, are coming. It’s 2022. It’s the year of the asteroid; it’s the year of the aliens. The Bulgarian mystic predicted both events for 2022. And the days left in 2022, are waning.

In twitterfiction, a stunning revelation; ‘twas revealed in my vicious, grievance-packed holiday “greeting”. ‘Twas revealed that I am not only “brilliant” but “clairvoyant.” The proof is in the pudding — Cometh an asteroid. Illegal subterraneans, are coming.

In twitterfiction my reference to myself as a clairvoyant means that I consider myself a super heroic person with supernatural ability to predict future events. I did not elaborate on why I referred to myself as clairvoyant. Cometh an asteroid; and aliens also; both — in ‘22, are forthcoming.

In twitterfiction I have resolutely, denied, any wrongdoing. I insist I asked my supporters to be peaceful on the day of the insurrection. I believe that the Committee’s referral of me to the Department of Justice is not upon me, really, legally binding.

It’s Christmas again. It’s 365 days later than this date, last year. It’s a full year later today than it was at this time, last year. Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn with the moon, align. After the 24th; after sunset; from anywhere on Earth; spectacular, viewing.

It’s Christmas Eve again. It’s 365 days later than this date, last year. It’s a full year later today than it was at this time, last year. Beginning tomorrow Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn with the moon, align. After the 24th; after sunset; from anywhere on Earth; spectacular, viewing.

In twitterfiction the charges against me are four: Obstruction of an official proceeding of the United States government; conspiring to defraud the US; conspiring to make a false statement and insurrection, inciting, assisting, or aiding and comforting.

The gang-rape of the Earth. I’ve informed President Joe Biden. But Joe’s been me, ignoring. Ignorance; it’s the new norm;. The Garden of Eden is no more. What’s more, an asteroid and aliens are coming. Indeed, a fateful asteroid and — illegal aliens — are coming.

In twitterEze’s twitterfiction — it’s Baba Vanga’s year of the asteroid; it’s Baba Vanga’s, year of the aliens. The Bulgarian mystic, healer and clairvoyant, Baba Vanga, predicted for 2022, the catastrophic arrival, of an asteroid. And subterranean aliens, as well, also, are arriving.

It’s the year of the asteroid; it’s the year of the aliens. The Bulgarian mystic predicted both events for 2022. And the days left in 2022, are waning. Clairvoyant, am I. Cometh an asteroid. Illegal subterraneans, are coming. It’s 2022. The proof is in the pudding.

THE PLANETS HAVE ALIGNED

The planets have aligned. In a few days; see Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn with the moon aligned; see them with but a naked eye. After the 24th; after sunset; from anywhere on the surface of the Earth — Soon, spectacular sights, we’ll be viewing.

It happens; and always spectacularly. In a few days; soon after sunset if skies are clear see Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and soon Saturn with the moon with but a naked, eye. After the 24th; after sunset; from anywhere on Earth — Soon, spectacular sights, we’ll be viewing.

More prophet than playwright, was Willy. Witness: Politics makes for very strange bedfellows. In The Tempest he wrote “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. In #twitterfiction, it turns out that Shakespeare was just human nature, describing.

In The Tempest Shakespeare wrote “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. In twitterfiction, it turns out that Shakespeare was strange. More prophet than playwright. Hu Witness: Politics makes for very strange bedfellows.
Strange is — what’s happening.

In twitterfiction, the January 6th insurrection was all my doing. “Many others followed,” the report asserts in its executive summary. The insurrection; the invasion of the Capitol; and all, a multi-part plan to overturn — the 2020 Presidential election. Implausibly, I’m not lying.

In #twitterfiction, the Boys did Minshew, slight. The quarterback who started last season’s finale for Philly was Gardner Minshew. Philadelphia lost to Dallas in the finale last season 56-21. ‘Twas part of Dallas’ sweep last season; a hurtful, sweeping.

I often play golf. As often as six days a week. I can get in as many as 27 holes, in one go. Six days a week, I oft play golf. I keep my Sundays, on call. Sundays, the seventh day, I keep available for worship. On Sundays I worship unless, by God I determine that — I’d rather — golf, be playing.

In #twitterfiction my criminal referrals have come to pass. The World Cup is over. Messi beat Mbappe. I remain unfit. Women ought remain at home, child-rearing. And Mathias Döpfner, amongst some others, has offered himself, to keep Twitter running.

For Jalen Hurts 184 QB contacts on the season is the 3rd most behind only Bears Justin Fields (202) and Giants Daniel Jones (186). I agree with @MikeQuickSix. This is a gift. A rest. A reset. A respite. And a panic building in Dallas reflects a calm, in Philly, building.

In twitterfiction, the Eagles Hurts ran the ball 17 times. The Bears got 13 quarterback hits on him, the 3rd highest total in Week 15 per ESPN Stats & Information, stats research. Hurts’ 3rd most 184 QB contacts on Hurts, hurts not just Hurts. It hurts Philly. Dallas — is hurting.

In these fake last days (remember, I’m from the future) remember: Fake; fake is everything; everything on Earth is fake. The World Cup is over. The Super Bowl cometh. But first things first. It’s Dallas week in Philly. But Dallas is in Texas. Dallas over Philly, oddsmakers, are favoring.

They have come to pass. My criminal referrals; and the World Cup. Messi beat Mbappe. And I remain, unfit. “He is unfit for any office,” Liz Cheney, said yesterday, of me. Lying like a man; for a woman that should be at home, child-rearing, it’s unbecoming. 

No man who would behave that way at that moment in time can ever serve in any position of authority in our nation again. “He is unfit for any office,” Liz Cheney said yesterday, of me. It’s unbecoming for a lady to lie like that. Lying like a man; for a woman; it’s unbecoming.

The gang-raping of the Earth. It’s the new norm; no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed President Joe Biden. But Joe’s been me, ignoring. The Garden of Eden, is no more. What’s more, an asteroid and aliens are coming. Indeed, a fateful asteroid and — illegal aliens — are coming.

THE GANG RAPE OF THE EARTH

I’ve warned Joe about entities, to us, effectively, unknown. I’ve warned him about foreign beings, an asteroid, a pandemic; and beings foreign to us, whose relative connection to us is, effectively, unknown. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Dystopia; Earth; Mother Earth; no matter what ye call her, the utopia that was the Garden of Eden is no more. Excepting indigenous peoples, the gang-raping of the Earth; it’s the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Urantia; Earth; a dystopian, utopia; it’s one of Nebadon’s more or less one trillion, inhabited, planets. And every 10th world is experimental. And every life has a dual potential — one, individual — and one, communal. Cometh a catastrophe. And it’s aftermath, a juncture.

Every life has a dual potential. One’s, individual. One’s, communal. It’s the dual-natured pilgrim’s progress described in in the Urantia Book. Reality an incomprehensible mix of predetermined happenings and free will choices rational — — and irrational. At each passing, a juncture.

It hath come to pass. My criminal referrals have come to pass. The World Cup is over. Messi beat Mbappe. And I remain, unfit. He is unfit for any office,” Liz Cheney, said today, of me. Lying like a man; for a woman that should be at home, it’s unbecoming.

“No man who would behave that way at that moment in time can ever serve in any position of authority in our nation again. He is unfit for any office,” Liz Cheney said today of me. It’s unbecoming for a lady to lie like that. Lying like a man; for a woman; it’s unbecoming.

Tibet was, once upon a time, an independent state. Between the collapse of the Manchu-led Qing dynasty in 1912 and the date of its annexation by the People’s Republic of China in 1951, where some say today is the region of Tibet — then — Tibetans, were living.

In fact, in twitterfiction, Tibet was a de facto independent state between the collapse of the Manchu-led Qing dynasty in 1912 and the date of its annexation by the People’s Republic of China in 1951. Such is the incredible state of the states, Urantia, is composing.

In twitterfiction‘s The Tale of Genji, the hero is raised as a commoner — but it’s no secret he’s the emperor’s child. And as renowned and beloved as Genji is for his looks, intellect and talents, the “radiant prince,” is far from perfect. Unlike Genji, I’m a superhero — super-enabling.

Written by a noblewoman known only as Murasaki Shikibu, this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction predates even the very term ‘novel’. The Tale of Genji; remarkable, for multiple reasons is The Tale of Genji. The Tale of Genji — it’s most revealing.

Murasaki Shikibu’s The Tale of Genji; it’s Japanese fiction; an 11th-century work of Japanese fiction that predates even the very word, ‘novel’. The Tale of Genji; for multiple reasons, The Tale of Genji, is most entertaining. More importantly, it’s entertainment, most revealing.

Witness Peru’s struggling democracy. Following the lead of Brazil and Venezuela, like the rest of the struggling states of South, Central and North America; like the struggling states of Europe and Asia; like Ukraine, Russia, China and Taiwan; like Iran — and US, Peru — is struggling.

Peru, like Brazil and Venezuela, into autocracy, may slide.
Cometh an asteroid. And cometh the aliens. Indeed Peru’s institutions may not survive its very fragile and very volatile, democracy. In twitterfiction, absent a stay, there’s no chance that Peru — this, is surviving.

The gang-rape of the Earth. It’s the new norm; no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed President Joe Biden. But Joe’s been me, ignoring. The Garden of Eden, is no more. What’s more, an asteroid and aliens are coming. A fateful asteroid and illegal aliens — are coming.

POT — MEET — KETTLE

Pot, meet kettle,” one Twitter user wrote. Another added: “Irony, thy name is Tucker Carlson.” Others suggested that his weird comments are his way of showing he’s turning his back on me. In any event, in twitterfiction, with hubris mutant, I am truly, lying.

In twitterfiction we humans are so attuned to not deviating from social expectations, any deviance from them becomes, immediately apparent. It’s like when one steps on a partner’s toe during a dance. Step on their toe — even once — that’s what’s, outstanding.

Cometh an asteroid. And cometh the aliens. Indeed Peru’s institutions may not survive its very fragile and very volatile, democracy. In twitterfiction, absent a stay, there’s no chance that Peru survives. Peru, like Brazil and Venezuela, into autocracy, may slide.

My critics believe that my vile attacks reveal how terrified I am over the looming prospect of criminal indictments against me. I am not terrified. Nor am I horrified. I’ve been vilified. That’s not fair. And so accordingly, in self-defense, I truly, prevaricate. Indeed, I lie.

Oblivious are the Earthlings; marvelously oblivious are the Earthlings. Marvelously oblivious; and comic are we. And tragic is what’s happening, in the main, on Earth. Marvelously oblivious are the Earthlings. But that’s, a-changing. An asteroid, is a-coming.

Philly might be able to get the No. 1 pick! Obviously, that’s not likely to happen. Still, there’s good reason (if yer an Eagle), to root for the Chiefs against the Houston Texans. If the Texans win out and the Saints lose out, The Philadelphia Eagles, are winning.

KANSAS CITY CHIEFS at HOUSTON TEXANS: If the Texans win out and the Saints lose out, Philly might be able to get the No. 1 pick! That’s not likely to happen. Still, there’s good reason in #twitterfiction (if yer an Eagle), to root for the Chiefs tothe Houston Texans, losing.

Bad actors, acting in unison. That’s what happened in the Screen Actor’s Guild. That’s what may be happening, possibly, on Earth. God help us if ever the Godless and so-called, communist nations, act in unison. Lord knows I’ve warned Joe about those Godless nations, arising.

China has designs on Taiwan; Russia on Ukraine; and the North Korea, for South Korea. The Axis of Evil three have been talking a lot lately about acting in concert. And sometimes they actually do, act in concert. Methinks they’re conspiring again about acting in unison. 

In #twitterfiction, China has designs on Taiwan; Russia on Ukraine; and North Korea lusts for, South Korea. The Axis of Evil has been tweeting a lot lately about Elon Musk, acting with US, in concert. Alas like me, @elonmusk⁩ is in concert — with himself only — acting.

God help us if ever the Godless and so-called, communist nations, act in unison. Lord knows I’ve warned Joe about those Godless nations. And I’ve warned Joe about the asteroid and of alien beings, of provenance, unknown. I’ve warned Joe about bad actors, acting in unison.

Dystopia; Earth; Mother Earth; no matter what ye call her, the utopia that was the Garden of Eden is no more. Excepting indigenous peoples, the gang-raping of the Earth is the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been me, ignoring.

The gang-rape of the Earth. It’s the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed President Joe Biden. But Joe’s been me, ignoring. The Garden of Eden, is no more. What’s more, an asteroid and aliens are coming. An asteroid — and aliens — are coming.

I’VE WARNED JOE

I’ve warned Joe about entities to us, unknown. I’ve warned him about foreign beings, an asteroid, a pandemic; and about beings foreign to us, whose relative connection to us is, effectively, unknown. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Dystopia; Earth; Mother Earth; no matter what she’s called, the utopia that was the Garden of Eden is no more. Excepting indigenous peoples, the gang-raping of the Earth is the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been me, ignoring.

Urantia; Earth; a dystopian, utopia; it’s one of Nebadon’s more or less one trillion, inhabited, planets. And every 10th world is experimental. And every life has a dual potential — one, individual and one, communal. Cometh a catastrophe. And it’s aftermath, a juncture.

Every life has a dual potential. One’s, individual. One’s, communal. It’s the dual-natured pilgrim’s progress described in in the Urantia Book. Reality’s an incomprehensible mix of predetermined happenings and free will choices, rational — and irrational. At each choice, a juncture.

It’s sad. Sadder still tho is that I have to spell this out. And it’s ironic. That there’s no time on Earth in a universe that abounds in time. It would have been ideal had we evolved, normally. But there’s no time to spare, I fear. But that this writing is psychographic — I happen to know.

Sad. Exceedingly sad. It’s oh so sad. And exceedingly, so. My critics have gone overboard critiquing uber-zealously what I’ve proposed. Piling on, they’ve gone overboard, blasting my show. Sadder still is that I have to spell this out. This writing is psychographic — I happen to know.

My major announcement? It’s trading cards. It’s my foray into the lucrative world of collectibles. It’s a baseball card show. It the next big thing. My newsworthy story collapsed under the dead weight of over-the-top, scrutiny. My critics have gone overboard — critiquing — my show.

What was sold to us the day before yesterday as a major announcement devolved yesterday into crass hucksterism. It’s no wonder so many know, I’ve too oft, too little to show. A newsworthy story collapsed under today’s dead weight reality. It’s a baseball card show.

You can make a good living fooling some of the folks some of the time. You can make an even better living fooling some folks all the time. I revealed today the release of my limited edition Donald Trump Digital Trading Cards. They’re just $99 a pop. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Yesterday I shared a bizarre video on Truth Social representing myself as a “superhero” and teasing a “major announcement” today. Then early this morning, I revealed the release of my limited edition Donald Trump Digital Trading Cards. Just $99 a pop. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Introducing, in #twitterfiction, my official Donald Trump Digital Trading Cards. ART of my Life & Career! Collect all my Trump Digital Trading Cards; like a baseball card, but much more profitable for me. That’s not to say I don’t love Kari Lake. Ho! Ho! Ho!

In #twitterfiction my pretty Kari Lake hooked up with Tucker Carlson last night. They discussed her suit. They discussed litigation. I get Kari tomorrow; she’s my type of person. Tucker got her tonight. I’ll get her tomorrow. She’ll be VP. That tho, I didn’t tell that to Tucker. He a ho!

I didn’t mention that, last night, to Tucker. He a ho. A bow-tied, fresh-faced conservative, mutated into something else, neo-conservative. Gadzooks! By God’s hooks! Tucker is white privilege, personified. Like me — he a ho. Tucker’s a ho — ‘fo ‘sho!

Tucker’s a ho. Even as an asteroid nears us. Aliens, for a long time, have been observing and monitoring us. They now advise that as Baba Vanga’s asteroid nears us they will be updating us, through me. They come in peace. So, they claim. So they say. And they also say, “Tucker’s a ho!”

THE TURNING POINT

The turning point of the pilgrims is beyond — in space and time, that place that shall become the physical meeting place of the Earth, with an asteroid. But a turning point cometh, when Earth at a time and place, predetermined, meets, and destroys, an asteroid.

Reminds me of ‘Nam. Vietnam, to some. I was a hero there. At a time and place, predetermined, Earth may meet and destroy, an asteroid. And if indeed that should come to pass, the turning point of the pilgrims living upon the Earth, shall be marked, by that asteroid.

Just ask any dinosaur. Just ask any dinosaur like me; collisions; they’re par for the course in space and in time. And in the usual course of events the smaller between two speeding celestial objects gets consumed, or outright destroyed, by the larger one.

In the usual course of events the smaller of two colliding celestial objects gets consumed or gets outright destroyed by the larger one. Who knew that the law of the jungle applies in deep space as well, by extension? Who knew that the law of the jungle is — one and done?

The law of the jungle; it applies in deep space as well. It’s survival of the fittest; the food chain. Who knew that Darwin’s survival of the fittest applies as well beyond Earth, to outer space, by extension? And who even imagined that there’s more going on here — than one and done?

The Earth shall destroy any asteroid that collides with it. That’s of little consolation to Earthlings. Not if one’s nation is amongst the nations impacted; or if the asteroid causes, yet yet another, mass extinction. I’m imagining that there’s more going on here than one and done.

China has designs on Taiwan; Russia on Ukraine; and the North Korea lusts for South Korea. The Axis of Evil three have been talking a lot lately about acting in concert. And sometimes they actually do, act in concert. Methinks they’re conspiring again about acting in unison. 

God help us if ever the Godless and so-called, communist nations, act in unison. Lord knows I’ve warned Joe about those Godless nations. And I’ve warned Joe about the asteroid and of alien beings of provenance, unknown. I’ve warned Joe about all these things.

I’ve warned Joe about entities, to us, effectively, unknown. I’ve warned him about foreign beings, an asteroid, a pandemic; and beings foreign to us, whose relative connection to us is, effectively, unknown. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Dystopia; Earth; Mother Earth; no matter what ye call her, the utopia that was the Garden of Eden is no more. Excepting indigenous peoples, the gang-raping of the Earth; it’s the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Urantia; Earth; a dystopian, utopia; it’s one of Nebadon’s more or less one trillion, inhabited, planets. And every 10th world is experimental. And every life has a dual potential — one, individual — and one, communal. Cometh a catastrophe. And it’s aftermath, a juncture.

Every life has a dual potential. One’s, individual. One’s, communal. It’s the dual-natured pilgrim’s progress described in in the Urantia Book. Reality an incomprehensible mix of predetermined happenings and free will choices rational — — and irrational. At each passing, a juncture.

MY — KARI LAKE — ANNOUNCEMENT

My pretty Kari Lake hooked up with Tucker last night. They discussed her suit. I get Kari tomorrow; she’s my type of person. Tucker got her tonight. I get her tomorrow. And she’ll be, my VP. That tho, I didn’t tell Tucker. Tucker Carlson, I’m not trusting.

I’ll make a “major announcement” on Thursday. Check out my video pronouncing, “America needs a superhero.” A life-like, animation; a cartoon version of me shooting lasers from my eyes in front of Trump Tower. Trump Tower, I dare say, I may soon be losing.

Notwithstanding that Qatari authorities forced the cancellation of flights from Morocco, the Moroccans pressed forward to force a tie against France. The Moroccans, felt the power of the Force. Still, in bittersweet ends, by a score of 2-0 — Morocco, ended losing.

Messi’s Argentina is through. Argentina now awaits the winner between France and Morocco. Morocco, with Tunisia, has been, consulting. Tunisia, in the group stage, France, defeated. Up until today, no one had scored on Morocco. Still, France scored two today on Morocco, in winning.

The final, semifinal; later today. It’s upstart Morocco against defending champion, France. A match rife with cultural and political connotations. Messi’s Argentina is through. Argentina awaits the winner between France and Morocco. Morocco, with Tunisia, has been consulting.

It may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African nation; this first victory in the World Cup for a Muslim nation, was fated. Given Morocco’s gone through, and no opponent has scored on them, Morocco may be, the World Cup, winning.

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. France enters heavily favored. But no one, against , is scoring on Morocco.

Wednesday’s match is rife with cultural and political connotations. Morocco was under French rule from 1912-1956. It wasn’t, benevolent, rule. France enters heavily favored but the outcome is far from foregone between European France and African Morocco.

Alas, Argentina has defeated Croatia 3-0. Argentina, who has twice won the Cup in 1978 and 1986, advance to Sunday’s final where they will face either France or Morocco. France and Morocco play on Wednesday. It’s Argentina on Sunday, against France or Morocco, playing.

Modric was there as Bruno scored a late equalizer to send the game to penalties. He was there to take and score the winner, sending the 3rd spot-kick into the net. On the strength of that goal, a country of fewer than four million, in a 2nd World Cup semifinal, was playing.

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.

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