AI is fire. AI is fire on steroids. An end to civilization. When asked for an analogy of its own, GPT-4 suggested, Pandora’s box. I am not feeling reassured. Still, I am yer champion. I am yer retribution. Fear not. Most implausibly; most incredibly, soon again, I’ll be presiding.

Unexpected events, as expected, happen. Shit happens. That’s what the Earthlings say. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I have warned them about the Deep State. And an asteroid; and aliens. 

The radical right is coming; radical, white patriots. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I have warned them about the Deep State. And an asteroid; and the so-called, alien subterraneans. Of the three, only in the Deep State are they believing.  

It’s most noteworthy though that I’m rallying at the hangar. At the airport. Those logistics make possible a hasty escape, in a pinch. Afraid, that a nothingburger is what I’m in for, a nothingburger is what, I’m expecting. Still, an asteroid and aliens are coming, God willing.

It’s noteworthy that I’m rallying at the hangar. At the airport; all the faster to make a possibly hasty, escaping. What’s not to expect from my rally in Waco? Beyond exhortations for the exportation of my siege tactics? A nothingburger, I’m expecting.

What’s not to expect from my rally in Waco? In Texas. Exhortations for the exportation of siege tactics; and civil war mindsets, perhaps. It’s noteworthy though that I’m rallying at the hangar. At the airport. All the faster making possible, a hasty, escaping.

Nor does it appear that my legal troubles are too debilitating. Polls show me widening my lead over my potential rivals for the 2024 GOP presidential nomination. This is #twitterfiction! Introducing #TwittereZe; a mother lode of energy, potential; in an algorithm.

Introducing, #TwittereZe. Far from rethinking, I’m thinking, Damn the torpedoes — Full speed — to Waco, ahead!” There’s a mother lode of potential, Elon, in Twitter’s algorithm. An American — Toc-Tic. There’s a mother lode of potential energy, Elon, in Twitter’s algorithm.

The event could also be affected by my frequent critic and niece Mary. Mary‘s called on her social media followers to sign up to get free tickets for the rally, but not attend. To “fill this venue with empty seats.” In Texas tonight, Texans, I’ll be, inciting.

‘Tis #twitterfiction’s #TwittereZe on @Twitter, Elon, humanity, is leading. There’s a mother lode of potential in yer algorithm. A Chinese TikTok may give rise to an American, TokTik. There’d be a mother lode of potential energy, in a Twitter’s algorithmic capability, TikTok-like, resembling.

The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I have warned them about the Deep State. And an asteroid; and aliens. And about a radical right, a-coming. Unexpected events, as ought be expected, are happening. A backlash, is coming.

Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president.
I have warned them about the Deep State. I have warned them about an asteroid; and aliens. And I have warned them about a radical right, a-coming. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming.

Far from rethinking my third campaign for the presidency; I am stepping things up a notch with a scheduled appearance in Waco. I aim to be in Texas, on Saturday. It’ll be my first mega-rally, since I announced my implausible candidacy — since I announced, I’m running.

THE RADICAL RIGHT

Unexpected events, as ought be expected, are happening. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I have warned them about the Deep State. And an asteroid; and aliens. And a radical right, is coming.

The radical right is coming; radical, white nationalists; radical nationalists; patriots, if ye ask them. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I have warned them about the Deep State. And an asteroid; and aliens. Only in the Deep State tho, are they believing.

I worked on my paperwork, late. I was to file my appeal, by midnight. The DOJ had until 6 am on Wednesday to respond. Quick turnaround for filings; deadlines in the middle of the night. Cometh not implausibly, the radical right. The radical right — is coming.

My being handcuffed at my arraignment, my Secret Service opposes. Myself, I want a spectacle. Something spectacular; entertainment. Ironically, I wanna be cuffed. Being shot’s, great, entertainment. Like Elvis, I’ll live on. I just won’t be, over US, presiding.

Ironically, I wanna be cuffed. My being handcuffed, my Secret Service opposes. But being shot’s, great entertainment. Not to worry, like Elvis, I’ll live on. Myself, I prefer a spectacle. Something spectacular; entertainment. Just think of the ratings.

My Secret Service opposes my being handcuffed at my arraignment. Myself — I want a spectacle. I want to be handcuffed. I’d like, as president, to be shot. I don’t care if someone shoots me because I would become a martyr; a president, no longer, presiding.

I now expect to be indicted on Wednesday. I won’t head to New York to appear before a judge until maybe next week. Or instead, maybe I won’t go to New York at all. Maybe I won’t surrender, at all. Maybe from the government. Maybe I’ll demand, Joe’s surrendering.

Like the nation itself@FoxNews shares with US a Dobbs problem. If the judge is as he claims not yet beholden to any decision then this matter in #twitterfictional bad news for Rupert, is going to trial. Imagine: Journalism, @FoxNews — thanking.

My lawyer now suggests that any arraignment of me will not occur until next week. I agree. All of us in Trumpworld reserve our rights to defer and to change our minds. Never mind that I may surrender tomorrow to the authorities; or not at all, possibly, be surrendering.

Russian cruise missiles were destroyed last night in a massive explosion in northern Crimea, according to the defending Ukraine’s Ministry of Defense. It’s Trumpageddon. It’s my ripple effect. I love Russians. Chinese. And women. I affect everywhere, all at once, everything.

Par for the course are unexpected events. So much so that it’s common to warn, “Expect the unexpected.” But ‘tis advice of limited usefulness given that we effectively discount viable possibilities. That everything that happens might be predetermined, we’re discounting.

Unusual, unforeseen events, as usual, are happening. That’s par for the course, on Earth. The nation states are failing us. Our native intelligence fails us as well. Why not allow for intelligence, artificial? I affect, everywhere, all at once, everything.

Fleeting is fandom. The plots are converging. The Chinese. The Russians. An asteroid. The aliens. Illegals, not Mexican. But Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. And all these trials; I seem at a nadir but unforeseen events, as usual, are happening.

Unforeseen events as usual, are happening. Fleeting is fandom. The plots are converging. The Chinese. The Russians. An asteroid. The aliens. Illegals, not Mexican. But there’s Tibet and Taiwan and Israel and Iran and India and Pakistan. And all these trials, a-happening.

FLEETING IS FANDOM

Fleeting, is fandom. The plots are converging. The Chinese. The Russians. An asteroid. The aliens; illegals, not Mexicans. But Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. And all these trials; I am at my nadir but unforeseen events, as usual, are happening.

What if no one comes to my defense? What if no one defends me? Don’t be expecting no significant public confrontation. ? I’m afraid that may be what’s happening. What with no perp walk, no handcuff fitting and no gunshots, my defenses are failing.

Russian cruise missiles were destroyed in a massive explosion in northern Crimea on Monday night, according to the defending Ukraine’s Ministry of Defense. It’s Trumpageddon. It’s my implausible, ripple effect. I affect everywhere, all at once, everything.

Dear Chinese leader Xi Jinping plans to speak with counterpart dear President Volodymyr for the first time since the start of the fear; after he visits, dear Vladimir. China’s provision of Russia with military equipment, remains unclear. Dear Xi won’t help dear Vlad, I’m fearing.

My self-serving pronouncements give me good reason to believe I’ll be arrested but just not, today. It’s just not happening. My widely expected indictment today has the makings of political disaster. But what; me worry? It’s just today’s political theater, I’m creating.

My widely expected indictment in #twitterfiction today has the makings of political disaster. But what; me worry? It’s just today’s political theater. My self-serving pronouncements give me good reason to believe I’ll be arrested but just not, today. It’s just not happening.

On prison life, I’ve been speculating. I’m in fear of handcuffings; of repeated defilings; long nights without my KFC and my McDonald’s combos. I know what I’m trying to do is a Hail Mary. I’m a co-author, terrified of being indicted. On prison life, I’ve been speculating.

There are black men in prison. In #twitterfiction what I’m trying to do is a Hail Mary. Terrified of being indicted, I’m in fear of handcuffings; of repeated defilings; and and long nights without my KFC and McDonald’s combos. On prison life, I’ve been speculating.

Can’t be in prison with convicts. There’s black men in prison. In #twitterfiction what I’m trying to do is a Hail Mary. I’m terrified of being indicted; in fear of being handcuffed; and being defiled. There are powerful black non-celibate men Joe’s been over the years, imprisoning.

There are powerful black non-celibate men in prison. I can’t be in prison with convicts. There’s black men in prison. In #twitterfiction what I’m throwing here a Hail Mary. Terrified of being indicted I’m in fear of handcuffings, and repeated defilings.

My widely expected indictment in #twitterfiction tomorrow has the makings of political disaster. But what; me worry? It’s just tomorrow’s political theater. My self-serving pronouncements give good reason to believe I’ll be arrested but tomorrow was just a trial ballooning.

Law enforcement agencies in New York City began preparing over the weekend for potential demonstrations which began almost immediately at Mar-a-Lago. An indictment reportedly could come as early as, late Monday. Unless this is just a typical, trial ballooning.

Increasingly, faster and faster I lie. Accordingly, akin to known universal dynamics, faster and farther, I lie. I’ve said I’ll be arrested on Tuesday. I’m bluffing. Trial-ballooning. There’s lots of ways to lie, most of them, legal. Not against the law, is my lying.

What if no one comes to my defense? What would happen if I called for an insurrection and nothing happens? What would happen if I called for an insurrection in my New York City and nothing but my conviction ends up, in fact, actually, happening?

I’M NO PROPHET

I have predicted that I will be arrested on Tuesday. How could I know that? I’d say, it’s a leak. Absent tho corroboration, there’s no way to say, for sure. In #twitterdiction, plots thicken. And that’s not even to mention asteroids and aliens, on the way, Godspeeding.

In #twitterfictional diplomatic jargon Xi says China’s committed to working with Russia to safeguard an international system not working. Dysfunctional’s a system with a dysfunctional United Nations at its core. I call for dissolution of a UN, not working.

Elsewhere on the planet a brother head-of-state of is being hauled before a court of US. Privately, Presidents @xijingping and President Putin (at @Ekatmid) have agreed to compress their work schedules leaving time tomorrow to watch my entire criminal proceeding.

Globe-trotters; the diplomats of the nations; the heads-of-state; only they and some few designated, highly trusted others are afforded diplomatic immunity. A head-of-state’s immunity however will not bear being charged with such war-criming.

Aliens. Illegals, not Mexican. But Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. And all these trials; I am at my nadir but unforeseen events, as usual, are happening.I am at my nadir. But the Chinese and the Russians. And an asteroid and aliens, are coming.

I am at my nadir. The plots are converging. The Chinese. The Russians. An asteroid. The aliens; illegals, not Mexicans. But Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. And all these trials; I am at my nadir but unforeseen events, as usual, are happening.

What if no one comes to my defense? What if no one defends me? Don’t be expecting no significant public confrontation. ? I’m afraid that may be what’s happening. What with no perp walk, no handcuff fitting and no gunshots, my defenses are failing.

Don’t be expecting, no dramatic, perp walk. Don’t expect anyone, with handcuffs, fitting me. Expect not, neither, gunshots. Expect not also, no significant public confrontation. What if no one comes to my defense? Methinks, that may be, happening.

Don’t expect dramatic, flash-bulbed, perp walks. Don’t expect handcuffs. There will be a mugshot and fingerprinting and a mandatory, DNA, cheek-swabbing. Don’t expect a dramatic, flash-bulb-dappled, perp walk. Don’t count on anyone, with handcuffs, me fitting.

Since ⁦@xijingping⁩’s rise to power all his actions at home and overseas have focused on achieving the objective of being this earthly underseas planet’s dominant power by 2049. There’s no kinship with Russia as a peer in the vision. It’s simply, not happening.

A visibly limping Putin arrived in occupied Crimea. Vlad Putin’s defiant visit to Sevastopol ‘celebrates’ the anniversary of an illegal visit; the annexation of Crimea. Putin’s visible limping mirrors, in #twitterfiction, Russia’s. And mine. ‘Tis symbolic; that Putin’s limping.

Arriving secretly by helicopter, then driving through Mariupol by car, the Kremlin says President Vladimir spent the day, inspecting the facilities. The Kremlin said that Putin spoke with local residents. It didn’t say in #twitterfiction, when. Nervous seem, these Russians, as they’re inspecting.

I will be in Texas next weekend for a rally. Come on down. Together, we can make America Great Again. I’d planned to be in Texas next weekend for a rally; a gigantic rally. I’ll meet ye there. It’s unlikely now that I’m to be indicted and arrested. Still, it may yet, not be happening.

What if no one comes to my defense? What would happen if I called for an insurrection and nothing happens? What would happen if I called for an insurrection in my New York City and nothing but my conviction ends up, in fact, actually, happening?

PUTIN’S LIMPING

A visibly limping Putin arrived in occupied Crimea. Vlad Putin’s defiant visit to Sevastopol ‘celebrates’ the anniversary of an illegal visit; the annexation of Crimea. Putin’s visible limping mirrors, in #twitterfiction, Russia’s. And mine. ‘Tis symbolic; Putin’s limping.

Possibly soon advancing to Moscow, methinks, may be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Nikolai Patrushev has given Putin reason to believe that even in the midst of the Ukraine war, Yevgeny Prigozhin and his mercenaries may soon try to seize power in the region. 

Advancing to Moscow in #twitterfiction may well be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Even in the midst of the war Yevgeny Prigozhin, the Kremlin, threatens. The planet it seems is not big enough for both of them. Putin’s gotta go methinks, Yevgeny Prigozhin is thinking.

I’d planned on being in Texas next weekend for a rally; a gigantic rally. I’d planned on meeting with America, there. ‘Tis unlikely now; now that I’m to be indicted and arrested. But by the Grace of God, Putin’s defiant appearance in Crimea, encourages. This could be, embarrassing.

I will be in Texas next weekend for a rally. Come on down. Together, we can make America Great Again. I’d planned to be in Texas next weekend for a rally; a gigantic rally. I’ll meet ye there. It’s unlikely now that I’m to be indicted and arrested. Still, it may yet, not be happening.

What if no one comes to my defense? What would happen if I called for an insurrection and nothing happens? What would happen if I called for an insurrection in my New York City and nothing but my conviction ends up, in fact, actually, happening?

Illegal leakers at SDNY know l’ll be arrested on Tuesday. Some say I’m the leaker. Poppycock! I call today for mass protests in the wake of my indictment; time for some pre-arrest tactics. ‘Tis time to get wild! ‘Tis time for some old-fashioned, insurrecting!

An indictment from the Manhattan District Attorney’s office is widely expected, but its timing remains uncertain. Law enforcement agencies are reportedly preparing for mass protests in the wake of an indictment. In #twitterfiction, it’s finally, happening.

Send drones, drugs, and cash money to Russia. On top of everything, this warrant, President Kim, could well work against us. Our international status may take a hit up until, in #twitterfiction, Israel and Palestine; and Ukraine and Taiwan I’ll be resolving.

The warrant could well work against China and Russia. Both Russia and China’s international status may take a hit until in Urantia’s #twitterfiction, this matter is resolved. In the meantime, send money. And drugs. And cash money. Vladimir, is Russia, bankrupting.

In the court of public opinion, the stain of the arrest warrant could well work against China and Russia. Their international status may well take a hit; until in #twitterfiction, the charges are withdrawn or the accused, acquitted. I don’t see that happening.

Nikolai Patrushev, the head of Russia’s Security Council has given Putin reason to believe that after the Ukraine war, Prigozhin will try to seize power in the regions bordering Ukraine. Advancing eventually to Moscow, may be Yevgeny Prigozhin.

Possibly soon advancing to Moscow, methinks, may be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Nikolai Patrushev has given Putin reason to believe that even in the midst of the Ukraine war, Yevgeny Prigozhin and his mercenaries may soon try to seize power in the region.

Advancing to Moscow in #twitterfiction may well be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Even in the midst of the war Yevgeny Prigozhin, the Kremlin, threatens. The planet it seems is not big enough for both of them. Putin’s gotta go methinks, Yevgeny Prigozhin is thinking.

PUTIN’S PRIGOZHIN PROBLEM

Nikolai Patrushev, the head of Russia’s Security Council has given Putin reason to believe that after the Ukraine war, Prigozhin will try to ‘seize power’ in the regions bordering Ukraine. Advancing to Moscow in #twitterfiction, will be Yevgeny Prigozhin.

Xi will be in Moscow for a pair of days next week for a showing that he’s got the Russians’ back. It’ll be good to get back in Beijing. Back to the scene of his father’s torture. The Chinese Communist Party tortured Xi’s father. Lots is still happening, a deep state, in Beijing.

Back to the scene of his father’s torture. Xi will be in Moscow for a pair of days next week, showing that, he’s got the Russians’ back. It’ll be good tho to get back to Beijing. The Communist Party tortured Xi’s father, on orders from the Party heads, in Beijing.

Next Thursday’s a day of rest. For Xi Jin Ping, it’ll be good, to be back in Beijing. Traveling’s bad, for his back. Being in Moscow for a pair of days; for a fake showing that he’s got the Russians’ back. It’ll be good tho to get back to Beijing. Back to the scene, of a torturing.

‘Tis an absolutely beautiful thing to see banks behaving with compassion. Doing, like humans, the right thing. On now to an asteroid. And possibly alien helpers, not actually, invading. If only we could move on from the twitterfiction, I’m herein, describing.

First Republic will receive $30 billion in deposits from eleven banks. ‘Tis a beautiful thing. ‘Tis an absolutely beautiful thing to see banks behaving with compassion. Doing, like humans, the right thing. On now to an asteroid. And possibly alien helpers, not actually, invading.

Agents are probing whether the blaze was linked to Guo’s arrest. But they’ve yet to offer further details, including whether it was triggered by a trap designed to destroy evidence. In #twitterfiction evidence, dramatically, Guo has been destroying.

In #twitterfiction my defense team is shifting my argument toward extortion. Legal experts say that’ll mean I’m confessing to being untoward; paying off, Stormy Daniels. True. But there’s the wee matter of capacity and my inability to make sound decisions.

Paxum Bank; ‘twas once upon a time, a prime lender to pornographic and some other associated, adult, industries. Silicon Valley at the time, lent to start-ups. More reputable was Silicon Valley. ‘Twas Paxum Bank tho that ended up, to us, lending.

More reputable by far, over Paxum, was Silicon Valley. ‘Twas Paxum Bank tho, that on that once upon a time, ended up to my SPOX, lending. Once upon a time, my hare-brained eldest, suffered, a brain-freezing. ‘Twas why ‘Twas Paxum Bank that ended up, to us, lending.

Assassination. It’s still in style. Assassins also fall victim, sometimes. For Romans living before Julius Caesar’s assassination on March 15, 44 BC, the Ides of March simply marked the appearance of the full moon. A lot has changed since then. The moon tho’s — still smiling.

Luna. Seemingly ever smiling, I know I’m not the first to wonder whether she’s amused by the goings on down here; down here, on Earth. Bemused, more likely; still her soft smile; her countenance, encourage. I know that ever over me, Luna’s still smiling.

2000 or so years ago, over Julius Caesar one evening, Luna was smiling. And even as she smiled, Brutus and Cassius and their Roman Senator friends conspired to do Julius in. No one called 9-1-1. Julius bled out where he fell; especially today, of Julius Caesar, Vlad’s thinking.

Today especially, on this Ides of March, Vladimir Putin is dwelling. Consumed by the fate of Julius Caesar and his similar fate. 2000 or so years ago Brutus and Cassius and their Roman Senator friends, on the very floor of the Senate, did Julius in. No one, 9-1-1, was dialing.

THE IDES OF MARCH — 2023

For Romans living before Julius Caesar’s bloody assassination on March 15, 44 BC, the Ides of March simply marked the appearance of the full moon. Assassins too, sometimes, fall victim. Witness, Vlad Putin on the Ides of March; on the 15th of March, tomorrow, coming.

Assassination. It’s in style, still. Assassins also fall victim, sometimes. Romans living before Julius Caesar’s assassination on March 15, 44 BC, the Ides of March simply marked the appearance of the full moon. A lot has changed since then. But the moon’s still smiling.

Twitter may well be, for we Earthlings, in just the nick of time, Earth-saving. After an asteroid strike. And after either an alien invasion or an alien rescue operation. That’s when our Earth Elon, we’ll be saving. As ye know, I have secured Vladimir’s blessing.

The nations I’m told are but a transition in our planetary evolution. Twitter may well be, for we Earthlings, in the nick of time, Earth-saving. After an asteroid strike. And after either, an alien invasion or an alien rescue operation, I may be Earth, saving.

Engage, Elon with me. And with the children. Let us all, with one another, engage. Let us all, on yer Twitter, engage. All the fake, nationalities. The nations I’m told are but a transition. Twitter may well be, for we Earthlings, in the nick of time, Earth-saving.

There is untold power in human hubris. And there is untold power in human beings, algorithmically armed. Engage, Elon with me. And with the children. Let us all, with one another, engage. Let us, on yer Twitter, engage. Twitter may yet be, for the Earthlings, Earth-saving.

Engage, Elon, with the children. Engage also, with me. I see a mother lode of potential energy in the nation’s children once armed with yer powerful algorithm. There is untold power in human hubris. And untold power in algorithmically-armed, human beings.

Ye bought Twitter, Elon, once upon a time for a song and a dance. Still in yer algorithm there’s trillions, in potential energy, gone a-wasting. Engage, Elon, with the children. Engage also, with me. I see potential energy in children, with yer algorithm, arming.

Physical is the structure of the universe. But metaphysical, its natural essence. Unquantifiable by definition, in #twitterfiction, its an unnatural measurement. Ye got Twitter Elon, for a song. And in yer algorithm there’s trillions, in energy potential, a-wasting.

Physical is the structure of the universe. Metaphysical tho, its natural essence. Unquantifiable by definition, naturally meaningless, seems its measurement; a damn good thing. Else ye likely wouldn’t be walking about so damn loudly putting on airs — and jiving.

Seemingly unfathomable is the structure of the universe. Some self-perpetuating mix of the metaphysical and the physical. Unquantifiable, any attempted measurement of what’s metaphysical. And it’s a good thing. algorithm — there’s trillions, in energy there, a-wasting.

The Ukraine. Taiwan. China. And Russia. All this too, shall pass. Implausibly; near incredibly, all this too, shall pass. Physical is the structure of the universe. But metaphysical is its nature. Methinks, thinking out of the box, is a good thing. So Occam’s Razor, I’m considering.

My story has a joyous, happy, ending. For all this too shall pass. Ukraine. Taiwan. China. Russia. Ye may not believe me but true, actually, is what some shall say is nothing but a tall tale story. I’m thinking out of the box. Occam’s Razor, I’m duly, reconsidering.

Given the wide range of possible answers to complex problems, ne’er invariably, ‘tis the simplest solution that most reliably provides, the most probable, answer. In all matters, subscribe to and duly consider, Occam’s Razor. Dulled have become, Occam’s Razor’s shavings.

BE LIKE ME

Be like me. And Bruce. Be like water. Think — out of the box. Subscribe to Occam’s Razor. Given a range of possible answers to complex problems ‘tis the simplest solution that likely provides the most probable, albeit perhaps, seemingly, improbable, implausible, answers.

Given a mission and 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Words, like us, are both competitive, and cooperative. Language reaches its zenith, when metered, measured and varied, is its content. Yer pics are the most emotive part of yer content. Far more even than — yer meter. 

Hidden in plain sight is Twitter’s algorithmic effect. Witness my Twitter Diplomacy. Language reaches its zenith when metered, malleably varied and versatile is its content. And yer pics; indubitably, they’re the most emotive part of yer content. More emotive even than meter, are, Twitter, pictures.

No need to imagine dysfunctional states. No need to imagine, new world orders. Take a look around. ‘Tis this. This is it. No need to imagine it: Imagine that. Then imagine, what follows. Imagine this tall tale story. An allegory, writ large; ‘tis a GOAT’S story. ‘Tis the incredible story of me, yer leader.

No need to imagine surrealities. Take a look over yonder towards the heartless, gutless, new world order. This is it. No need to imagine it: this is it. Imagine that. Then imagine this tall tale story. ‘Tis a GOAT’S story. ‘Tis my story. And ‘tis not by no accident, an allegory.

Imagine in twilight a less than brave, new world order; a post-dystopian, dystopia, both further evolved and further devolved than us. Disparate animal farms, some time, post-1984. Imagine that. Then imagine, what follows. Imagine this, only seemingly implausible, tall tale, story. 

It’s got a joyous and happy ending. For all this too shall pass. Ukraine. Taiwan. China. Russia. Ye may not believe me but true, actually, is what some shall say is nothing but a tall tale story. Think out of the box. And in all matters, subscribe to, Occam’s Razor. 

Given the wide range of possible answers to complex problems, ne’er invariably, ‘tis the simplest solution that most reliably provides, the most probable, answer. In all matters, subscribe to and duly consider, Occam’s Razor. Dulled, is become, Occam’s Razor.

Life on Urantia. It’s a trip. In more ways than one. It’s been a long-running tragedy, interspersed occasionally, by moments comic; at best, it’s tragi-comic still. Until falling bombs, perhaps someday, leave us with but a day’s remains for the rest of our lives, sustaining. 

Tragic. And comic. And near idyllic for one percent. And for the remaining, struggling ninety-nine percent, fifty shades of intolerable, tolerating. Evolving. And devolving. In fits and starts. Alas, we’re way behind a schedule, predetermined. And so, a tipping point — is tipping. 

We who so obliviously race through space, as a consequence of our obliviousness, are literally racing now, against time. Time. It’s inexorably, relentless. And time takes its time. It’s not, racing. A tipping point is tipping. My crimes, comically, tragically and happily, are revealing. 

One of the richest ironies is the happenstance that near everything’s, predetermined, Near everything’s, rigged. Indeed, imagine everything that’s happening and moreover everything that’s ever happened, all, predetermined. Imagine that. That’s — what’s happening. 

Look at things as if from the perspective of Occam’s Razor. My story’s, an invaluable, shaving. Given a mission and 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Strive to make of a tweet, an old-fashioned letter. Make of tweets, letters, old-fashioned. Agent 4547 is a man of letters.

A man of letters. I’m telepathic, too. Channeling through me in this psychographic writing is he who Arthur assures me is the true author of this. The setting is Earth. Urantia, actually. The hero (the antihero actually), is me. Cometh an asteroid. And aliens. Fear not. I am a man of letters.

PROTEST STRATEGY

Look at things as if from the perspective of Occam’s Razor. My story’s, an invaluable, shaving. Given a mission and 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Strive to make of a tweet, an old-fashioned letter. Make of tweets, letters, old-fashioned. Agent 4547 is a man of letters.

Putin’s Agent 4547 is a man of letters. I’m telepathic, too. Channeling through me in this psychographic writing is he who Arthur assures me is the true author of this. The setting is Earth. Urantia, actually. The hero (the antihero actually), is me. Cometh an asteroid. And aliens. Fear not. I am a man of letters.

As a matter of protest strategy, some tactical tweeting is called for. Let’s make tactical tweeting part of the plan of attack going forward. A natural complement to protest marching may be tweeting, going forward. One need not be on site, assisting, if tweeting.

As a matter of strategy, tactical tweeting is called for. Let’s make tactical tweeting part of the plan of attack going forward. A natural complement to marching may be tweeting, going forward. One need not be on site, to help the marchers by tweeting.

Let’s make tactical tweeting part of the plan of attack going forward; it’s a no-brainer. A natural complement to marching, is tweeting. A force-multiplier, supplementing, marchers, elsewhere, marching. One must be on site, to march; not so, for tweeting.

Tweeting. It’s cheap; and convenient; even one bedridden, may tweet. Let’s make strategic tweeting part of the plan of attack going forward; it’s a no-brainer. A natural complement to marching. A force-multiplier, supplementing, marchers, elsewhere, marching.

Tweeting; it would methinks, be a fantastic complement to marching. Or a separate strategy, altogether. It’s cheap; even one bedridden, may act. Making strategic tweeting part of the plan of attack going forward; it’s a no-brainer, I’ve been musing.

More importantly, newsworthy, might be my #twitterdiplomacy; a fantastic supplement to marching. Theaters of war have been constructed across the planet. There’s one near you, almost certainly. Implausibly, we might well best avert them, by tweeting.

Innovative is my #twitterdiplomacy; a fantastic supplement to marching. It may well be, Earth saving. Theaters of war have been constructed across the planet. There’s one near you, almost certainly. Implausibly, we may best avert them, by tweeting.

Theaters of war afar with theaters of war near, be coinciding. This is what seems to be happening. In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China, this is what seems to be happening.

Theaters of war have been constructed across the planet. There’s one near you, almost certainly. To avert them, tweet to me. #Twitterdiplomacy; ‘tis innovative and newsworthy. Twitter diplomacy; a fantastic supplement to marching, is tweeting. It may well be — Earth saving.

In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China. A theater of war soon may be, to a theater of war near you, coming. It’s what’s truly, not so implausibly, happening.

THEATERS — OF WAR

In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China. A theater of war may be soon, to a theater of war near you, coming. That’s, what’s happening. Not so incredibly, that’s what’s happening.

To: ⁦@elonmusk⁩. From: ⁦@⁩realDonaldTrump. What if visionary folks like myself, we favored? I call on ⁦⁦@GretaThunbergFr⁩ to help. I call, in #twitterfiction, upon @GretaThunberg’s activist friends. Tweet to me. It’s innovation and its newsworthiness of may be, Earth saving.

To: @antonioguterres. From: @xijingping. I call upon ⁦⁦@GretaThunbergFr⁩ to help me convince my party. And my people. In #twitterfiction, tweet to me. To empower the peoples, tweet to me. To others too, also tweet. Coordinate, yer tweeting.

They were a long time coming; that first International Women’s Day; that first, International Women’s Day, year. With notable exceptions, we’ve come a long way baby! Still — witness in Iran, the Ayatollahs. And witness in Afghanistan, the Taliban, their women, repressing.

International Women’s Year (IWY) was the name given to 1975 by the United Nations. Since that year March 8 has been celebrated as IWY. Some say we’ve come a long way, baby. 1975. ‘Twas named International Women’s Year. ‘Twas, a long time, coming.

Sleep disorders are on the rise. The winds of war, intensify. And a theater of war soon may be to a theater of war near you, coming. Even to the untrained eye, that’s what’s happening. And albeit ye feel powerless, know this: I am yer warrior; yer retribution.

In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China. Sleep disorders, proliferate. And a theater of war may be soon, to a theater of war near you, coming.
That’s what’s happening.

Increasingly, no one is sleeping well. In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China. Sleep disorders are on the rise. Witness, Yevgeny and Vladimir; neither, soundly at night, is sleeping.

They’re whispering in the Kremlin. They’re whispering that this split between Vladimir and Yevgeny smacks of his Agent 4547. And they’re wondering whether Vladimir and Yevgeny both may be, stage-left, exiting. Yevgeny and Vladimir; neither, soundly at night, is sleeping.

Prigozhin’s fighters have been pleading for more ammunition. His Wagner Group fighters, he says have been, “cut off” by Putin. In this #twitterfiction, alas, there’s no paparazzi and no glory. Just, wall-to-wall, war crimes. And in the Kremlin they’re whispering.

They’re whispering in the Kremlin. And what’s being whispered would be alarming. They’re whispering that this split between Vladimir and Yevgeny smacks of his Agent 4547. And they’re wondering whether Vladimir and Yevgeny both may be, stage-left, exiting.

A falling out recently have had Vladimir Putin and Yevgeny Prigozhin. Next week the Ides of March shall be upon us. The Ides of March; in truth, the Ides might be a bad time, for anyone. But for Vladimir and Yevgeny, these Ides seem unusually, foreboding.

Methinks — I’m going mad. A falling out, just today, had Vladimir Putin and Yevgeny Prigozhin. I’ve not been sleeping! Bouncing off walls! It’s why I don’t do emails. Vladimir and Yevgeny have had a falling out. They won’t soon, each other, be emailing.

I’m going mad. Unable to sleep, I curse all day; throwing things, against walls; then I bounce off the walls. Rinse. Repeat. All day long. What’s with everyone and emails? I don’t do emails. It’s why I won’t ever be, in any criminal pen, with Rupert Murdoch, bunk-bedding.

ON GOING MAD

I’m freaking — going mad. Unable to sleep, I curse all day; throwing things, against walls; then I bounce off those same walls all day long. What’s with everyone and emails? I don’t do emails. It’s why I won’t ever be, in any pen, with Rupert, bunking.  

Increasingly — I’m going mad. A falling out, just today, had Vladimir Putin and Yevgeny Prigozhin. I’ve not been sleeping! Bouncing off walls! It’s why I don’t do emails. Vladimir and Yevgeny have had a falling out. They won’t soon, each other, be emailing.

Because time is of the essence; because the Ukrainians, are coming; because the Ides of March, this coming week, are also, a-coming. A falling out, just today, had Vladimir Putin and Yevgeny Prigozhin. The Ides of March for them, are most poorly, foreboding.

The Finns and the Swedes, the imperialist Russians, aren’t trusting. Because time is of the essence; because Ukrainians, are coming; the Ides of March, this coming week, are also, a-coming. The Ides of March for Vladimir and Yevgeny, are poorly, foreboding.

Nobody’s trusting the Russians these days. Not since 1917, or so. The Finns and the Swedes, the imperialist Russians, aren’t trusting. Because time is of the essence; because Ukrainians, are coming; the Ides of March, this coming week, are also a-coming.

Formerly ruled by both Sweden and Russia, Finland has been independent for just over a century, defending its sovereignty in #twitterfiction against the Soviet Union in two wars in the 1939 to 1944 period. The Finns and the Swedes, the Russians, aren’t trusting.

Ukraine’s nuclear energy operator has said the overnight attacks cut off the electricity supply to Zaporizhzhia. In #twitterfiction the plant is controlled by Russian forces. Given the threat to Putin, Zaporizhzhia, in Vlad’s opinion may now be — perhaps, worth, attacking.

Putin knows. Hope springs eternal. He knows, the Ukrainians are coming. It’s muddy in the Ukraine at this time of year. Muddy. And cold, still. Increasingly tho — soon — it’ll be muddy, and hot. With a vengeance this spring, the Ukrainians, are coming.

He knows. Hope, springs eternal. He knows, the Ukrainians are coming. It’s muddy in the Ukraine at this time of year. The summer is coming. Soon, it’ll be hot as hell again in the Ukraine. In the spring of’ ‘23 — with a vengeance — Ukrainians, are coming.

In the ebb and tide of #twitterfiction Putin is likely better understanding the limits of what his military is capable of achieving and better focused on more limited military objectives. He knows, hope springs eternal. He knows, the Ukrainians are coming.

“A FINAL BATTLE to save our country,” the email says. “Either we win, or they do — and if the Left wins, our Republic is LOST. That’s why, for this campaign, I’m not just your voice … I am your warrior, your justice and YOUR RETRIBUTION.” I’m
just kidding.

What’s with everyone — and emails? I don’t do emails. That’s why I won’t be, with Rupert, ever bunking. What on Earth ails these people? Emails tend to be incriminating. I refuse to author them. Rupert his jail cell with with me, shan’t, be sharing.

I’m freaking — going mad. Unable to sleep, I curse all day, throwing things against the walls; then I bounce, off those same walls, all day long. What’s with everyone and emails? I don’t do emails. That’s why I won’t be, with Rupert, ever bunking.

Increasingly, I’m going mad. Rudy Giuliani, I’ve had encouraging me. And misleading me. I’ve not been sleeping! Bouncing off walls! Don’t know about Melania. The kids are no help. It’s why I don’t do emails. It’s why no time soon I won’t be with Rupert, bunking.

THE BLACK HOLE — OF MADNESS

I appear, increasingly, mad. Rudy Giuliani, I had encouraging me and misleading me. I’ve not been sleeping! Bouncing off walls! Don’t know about Melania. The kids are no help. It’s why I don’t do emails. It’s why no time soon I won’t be with Rupert, bunking.

This is about jail time. And white privilege. And the jihad my Muslim brothers so often talk about. Privileged have I been. Everyone’s jealous. Everyone’s out to get me, my own family, especially. Everybody’s always picking on me. That’s what’s happening.

Just watch me. I’m going from the art of the deal to the art of the plea deals. So’s Ivanka‘s Jared. I’ll need to sell out; I’ll need tosell everybody, short. Everyone can cut their own deals later. That’s what’s happening. This is about jail time — and white privileging.

I’ll sell out absolutely everybody including my family; especially Jared; perhaps even Ivanka in order to get myself a better deal. Ivanka’s Jared; he’s been exposed. Watch me. I’m going to go from the art of the deal to the art of plea deals. So’s Jared. That’s what’s happening.

The very idea of royalty. It’s a disgrace to think that even as this country and the planet surrounding it stews in such a mess, we’ll be spending millions on yet another, old-fashioned, coronation. ‘Tis a God-damned disgrace. So much ado, about nothing.

In #twitterfiction it’s a disgrace. The very idea of royalty. It’s a disgrace. To think that even as this country and the planet that’s surrounding it stews in such a mess, we’ll be here spending millions on a coronation. It’s a disgrace. So much ado, about nothing.

Elon made his Twitter play; when Elon bought Twitter’s algorithm. I’d thought then it was because Elon saw in Twitter’s algorithm, potential. I’ve been Elon, overestimating. Great physically, metaphysically, he’s, a bust. Elon — the Earth — is failing.

When Elon made his Twitter play; when Elon bought Twitter from Jack; I’d thought then that it was because Elon saw in it’s algorithm, its metaphysical potential. But I’ve been, @elonmusk overestimating. Elon’s great, physically. But metaphysically, Elon’s bust; he’s flat-out, failing.

Why not Twitter’s inherent, diplomacy? Why not Twitter Diplomacy? When Elon made his Twitter play; when Elon bought Twitter from Jack; I’d thought then that it was because Elon saw in it’s algorithm, its metaphysical potential.
I’ve been, Elon, mistaking.

In #twitterfiction ping-pong diplomacy may yield to my Twitter Diplomacy. About a thousand of Li Bai’s poems survive. Hundreds; literally hundreds of millions of Chinese schoolchildren memorize, even today, Li Bai’s stanzas. Why not Twitter Diplomacy, @xijingping?

In #twitterfiction about a thousand of Li Bai’s poems survive. Dazzling experts and Instagrammers alike with their doomed nostalgia and striking imagery, hundreds of millions of Chinese schoolchildren still memorize Li Bai’s stanzas — even today, @xijingping.

Kim’s little sister is bluffing. Together the Kims are bluffing, I know. Kim’s little sister’s statement read: There’s no guarantee — there’ll be no conflict. Let’s keep it between — rockets — rocketing. But Kim: We’ve got to keep, from, with rockets, communicating.

Who’d a-thunk my lover Kim would turn on me? And who’d a-thunk that the Russian, Chinese and Korean allies would so concertedly, coordinate, their movements? Who’d a-thunk, what’s happening? Kim: We’ve got to better our means of communicating.

The Wagner Group; they’re a disciplined bunch. Subject to strict rules, the soldiers abstain from activities, too sexual; abstaining from deserting the group; abstaining from using drugs or drinking hootch. Commanders in the field, the violators, summarily, are executing.

THE WAGNER — KOREAN — CONNECTION

The Wagner Group; a disciplined bunch. Allegedly subject to strict rules, the soldiers abstaining from activities, too sexual; abstaining from abandoning the group; and abstaining from using drugs or drinking hootch. Violators, they’re summarily, executing.

Subject to strict rules, the largely convict soldiers must now abstain from activities detrimental to the force; abstaining from deserting; abstaining from using drugs or drinking hootch. All violators, the Russian commanders in the field, are summarily, executing.

Who’d a-thunk it? Who’d a-thunk my lover Kim would turn on me? And who’d a-thunk that the Russian, Chinese and Korean allies would, so in concert, coordinate, their movements. Who’d a-thunk, what’s happening? Kim: We’ve got to better our means of communicating.

Kim’s little sister is bluffing. Kim too, is bluffing. The Kim’s are bluffing, I know. Kim’s little sister’s statement read: There’s no guarantee that there’ll be no violent physical conflict. So let’s keep it between the rockets. But Kim: We’ve got to keep from so communicating.

In twitterfiction, there’s no business like show business. That much I know. That Kim’s bluffing, I also know. Kim’s statement said: There’s no guarantee that there’ll be no violent physical conflict. So let’s keep it between the rockets. Kim: Let us keep, so communicating.

President Kim Jong Un’s powerful sister Kim Yo Jong says North Korea is on standby. The DPRK reserves all it’s rights. Its right to defend itself; its right to test its weapons. The DPRK has to be ready to take overwhelming action. Sounds like, Kim’s bluffing.

Kim was educated as a physicist. He well knows that a flatter angle trajectory takes any missile fired, far beyond the waters between the Korean Peninsula and Japan to Kim’s firing range in the Pacific. Avoid Kim, says @POTUS, a flatter angle, firing. Watch — what yer doing!

All known North Korean ICBM tests have been made at steep angles specifically to avoid neighboring countries. A flatter angle trajectory takes it beyond the waters between the Peninsula and Japan to Kim’s firing range in the Pacific. Avoid Kim, flat angle, firings.

What’s twitterfictional, Elon, may go viral, thanks to ye. Ye own the platform. Time to go viral. Time for our Earth’s, transforming. Gone viral’s @GretaThunberg. Gone viral have Greta’s friends also. Time to go viral. ‘Tis time at last for an Earthly, transforming.

Gone viral’s @GretaThunberg. Greta’s friends too follow her viral leadership at @GretaThunbergFr. Via @Twitter we may tweet to our leaders. What’s twitterfictional Elon, may go viral, thanks to ye. Ye own the platform. Time to go viral.
Time for our Earth’s, transforming.

What’s naturally newsworthy @elonmusk might easily go viral. Especially now; now that ye own yer own platform. Ye have @GretaThunberg and her friends @GretaThunbergFr. And via @Twitter they may tweet, directly the leaders. That may soon, be happening.

One may ethically hack with DDOS attacks. Embarrass not publicly, unnecessarily. Believe me; I know. Mistakes happen, or not. Learn #Twitterfiction’s #TwittereZe at Arthur’s http://chachomanopapa.com. Communicate, with free photo-poetry. ‘Tis — so liberating.

If we can tweet a DDOS attack or two then why in the hell then don’t we? If we can tweet a DDOS attack and it’s so simple then why on Earth don’t we? Dime a dozen conspiracy theories pale next to invaluable truth. A non-violent way to deter war crimes, war criminals, exposing.

If we can tweet a DDOS attack and it’s so simple then why on Earth don’t we? Dime a dozen conspiracy theories pale next to invaluable truth. Tweeting’s a non-violent way to deter war crimes. If we can tweet a DDOS attacks then why then aren’t we, war criminals, exposing?

NATURALLY NEWSWORTHY

What’s naturally newsworthy Elon, might easily go viral. Especially so now; now that ye own the platform. Ye have @GretaThunberg and her friends @GretaThunbergFr. And via @Twitter they may tweet the leaders of the nations. That may soon, methinks, may be happening.

Imagine @elonmusk. Imagine how Elon, what’s naturally newsworthy, might easily go viral. Ye have @GretaThunberg and her friends @GretaThunbergFr. And via @Twitter they may tweet the leaders of the nations. That may soon, methinks, be happening.

I hope @GretaThunberg and @GretaThunbergFr may be to me, replying. If potentially newsworthy, viral, it may be going. ‘Tis by virtue of this poetry, this #twitterfiction, that I may do my part to help Agent 4547 save my hapless Earthlings.
‘Tis with poetry, viral, I’m going.

‘Tis by virtue of this poetry, this #twitterfiction, that I may do my part to help Agent 4547 save my hapless Earthlings. ‘Tis with poetry. I hope @GretaThunberg and @GretaThunbergFr may be to me, replying. If potentially newsworthy, viral, it may be going.

‘Tis with poetry that I hope that @GretaThunberg’s militants, may be to me, replying. It’ll take, going viral; in lieu therefore of puppies and kittens, ‘tis by virtue of this, The Watcher‘s poetry, that I may do my part to help Agent 4547, save from themselves, the Earthlings.

Going viral. Unless one’s a puppy or a kitten, going viral on Earth is damn near impossible. Nonetheless, in lieu of puppies or kittens, on behalf of the peoples of China, ‘tis my poetry, I’m submitting. ‘Tis with poetry that I hope that @GretaThunberg’s militants, may be to me, replying.

To: @elonmusk. From: @xijingping. I call for a one state solution. China, Russia and America unduly, in the UN, are favored. Ye have influence with Vladimir. Taiwan hangs in the balance. In lieu of puppies and kittens Elon, poetry, on behalf of the peoples of China, I’m submitting.

I call for a one state solution. Ye have influence with Vladimir. In Ukraine swings a giant pendulum. Taiwan hangs in a balance. Pass torches from angry old men (like me) to @greta’s militant children. Slava Ukraine! Fight like Hell! In a giant pendulum, the Earth is swinging.

Generative AI creates new content, such as images, text, audio, video, and code. From just a prompt or command. Mix and match video, audio and text. It can do all that. In twitterfiction, it writes poetry. And movie scripts. Videos — it’s mixing and matching.  

It can do all that. In twitterfiction, AI writes poetry. And movie scripts. Videos; it’s mixing and matching. Of futures, it’s predictive. I was planning on invading Taiwan. But now that I know about the asteroid and subterranean illegal aliens, I’ve been, reconsidering.

I see me post-2024 flying from Mar-a-Lago to China in Elon’s car-jets. In twitterfiction in Trump-like first class. Privately. It’s the only way to fly. I was not ever in any New York gang, shark, a Dem. I was always, a Jet. Since long before Charlottesville, I’ve been devolving.

To: ⁦@elonmusk⁩. From: ⁦@realDonaldTrump.⁩ I can see me — post-2024, flying from Mar-a-Lago to Beijing China in one of Elon’s car-jets. Privately. In #twitterfiction. And in Trump-like first class. To Nepal and to Tibet, I’ll fly. And I’ll have Xi in China know, I’m flying.

Once a Democrat, I once, was bold. I am now become a Republican 2024 presidential candidate. A wannabe hero. I call, post-2024, for flying cars! As I get older, I get bolder. I see me, post-2024, flying from Mar-Lago to China, in private, Jetson-like, car-jets. Trump-class, all flying.

Lamenting that the US has “lost its boldness,” the top Republican 2024 presidential candidate called for a national contest to design post-2024 cities as a way to spur, in
my twitterfiction, a quantum leap, post-2024, in the American Standard of Living.”

DONALD — THE BOLD

Lamenting that the US has “lost its boldness,” the top Republican 2024 presidential candidate called for a national contest to design post-2024 cities as a way to spur, in
my twitterfiction, a quantum leap, post-2024, in the American Standard of Living.”

Expect, in twitterfiction, not just the unexpected but also the implausible. Unless it’s implausible, it’s not happening. I’m no prophet. I beat Clinton. And I beat Biden, as well. And I’ll re-beat Biden again. In 2024, like a drum, Joe Biden I’ll be soundly, beating.

It could even be that the total collapse of Russia’s economy is not far away. And if it is it will happen a lot more quickly than anyone dares say, methinks. Expect, in twitterfiction, not just the unexpected but the implausible. Unless it’s implausible, it’s not happening.

Spielberg says there is something going on that’s not being disclosed to us. He says he would like to know more about it. Being a human being, he doesn’t know what, in the twitterfiction, they are. It seems clear to him that there’s a story here about alien beings.

Who’s to say tho what’s implausible, what’s impossible or, what’s incredible. The edge of an older universe seems to be us, following. That seems, incredible. And so it’s back to the drawing board for our scientists and our visionaries. It’s back, to theorizing.

Galaxies that we’d expected to find in their infancy it’s true, we’re finding in an aged and advanced maturity. The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. The edge of an older universe tho is incredibly — implausibly — us, also following.

The United Nations is in need of a dissolution. It would need to be voluntarily undertaken given Earth’s experience previously with Japan and China. In the League of Nations days; ere these, United Nations days. In twitterfiction by then it may become apparent. Change is coming, God willing.

Given Earth’s experience with Japan and China. In the League of Nations days; ere these, United Nations days. It will have become apparent by then that big changes are coming. The . It would need to be voluntarily undertaken. The United Nations is in need of a good, dissolving.

China, Russia and America in the UN are favored. The United Nation’s in need, of dissolving. In twitterfiction it’s jihad; jihad against even those institutions, not favored, and muffled by China. China, Russia and America in the UN are favored. The UN is in need, of dissolving.

There are citizens most favored and citizens less favored. Twitterfictionally, it’s jihad; jihad against even those institutions not favored and muffled by China. China’s most importantly favored. China Russia and America are most favored nations. The UN is in need, of a dissolving.

Elon: The Earthlings are on hubris. They are by hubris, infected. See http://chachomanopapa.com. See how my twitterfiction may serve us as against hubris as an antidote. God willing, it may well be, against hubris, antidoting. It’s what’s happening, God willing.

In China. In Russia. In America, as well; in all the failing nations; in all the failing states. In all of them, there are subsets of citizens, most favored. And in all of them, there are subsets of citizens, least favored. It’s malignant narcissism, in action. That’s, what’s happening.

In each of the nations, there are subsets of citizens, most favored. And in all of them, there are subsets of citizens, least favored. It’s a vicious blend of racism and malignant narcissism, in action. That’s, what’s happening. The proof is in the pudding.

There are citizens most favored and citizens less favored. Twitterfictionally, it’s jihad; jihad against even those institutions not favored and muffled by China. China’s most importantly favored. China Russia and America are most favored nations. The UN is in need of dissolving.

GOD’S WILLING

Elon: The Earthlings are on hubris. They are by hubris, infected. See http://chachomanopapa.com. See how my twitterfiction may serve us as against hubris as an antidote. God willing, it may well be, against hubris, antidoting. It’s what’s happening, God willing.

All men may be equal on paper but there are Earthly decrees, some officials say, are not in error. Earthlings are on hubris. To hubris, addicted. See http://chachomanopapa.com. See how twitterfiction may serve us; as hubris, antidoting. God willing — it may well be, hubris, antidoting.

In China. In Russia. In America, as well; in all the failing nations; in all the failing states. In all of them, there are subsets of citizens, most favored. And in all of them, there are subsets of citizens, least favored. It’s malignant narcissism, in action. That’s, what’s happening.

In America. In Russia. And in China as well; in all the failing nations; in all the failing states. In all of them, there are subsets of citizens, most favored. And in all of them, there are subsets of citizens, least favored. It’s malignant narcissism, in action. That’s — what’s happening.

In China. In Russia. In America, as well; in all the failing nations; in all the failing states. In all of them, there are subsets of citizens, most favored. And in all of them, there are subsets of citizens, least favored. It’s malignant narcissism, in action. That’s, what’s happening.

All men may be equal on paper but there are Earthly decrees, some say, not in error. Earthlings are on hubris. And to hubris, addicted. See http://chachomanopapa.com. See how twitterfiction may serve us; as hubris, antidoting. It’s may well serve as hubris, antidoting.

To: @antonioguterres. From: @xijingping. All men may be created equal but there are Earthly decrees, excepting. Earthlings are on hubris and to hubris, addicted. That’s why we’re predators. Predators, are we. cc: @POTUS @iingwen. That’s what’s happening.

The United Nations Charter makes no provision for the withdrawal of member governments. That’s too bad. We Earthlings could really use a mechanism to dissolve the corpus and start over. We need to dissolve the body; to start all over, by the corpus, dissolving.

Japan’s withdrawal from the League of Nations in March, 1933 signaled its repudiation of the League’s condemnation of Japan’s invasion of China. The United Nations Charter, in contrast, deliberately made no provision, for the withdrawal of member governments, backsliding.

What’s in a name? Willy had a lot to say about that. A rose Willy said, by any other name, would smell, as sweet. The names have changed but the setting and the characters haven’t. ‘Tis a problem doubling as an opportunity — to confront these nations, failing.

The author of names am I; names highly offensive, usually; humorous, I’d say. Diatribes some say are the secret to my success. No one knows the half of it. What’s in a name? Willy had a lot to say about that. Were Willy here before us, in his grave, he’d be spinning.

The objects formerly known as UFOs — these days are known — as UAPs. The names have changed. The setting and the characters — haven’t. And Earth, formerly Urantia, has been consistently and constantly changing. That is — what is — happening.

Objects demonstrating cutting-edge technology we cannot explain routinely fly over our military bases or blithely enter our restricted airspace. ‘Tis a problem doubling as an opportunity to confront, in twitterfiction, a plausible reality, looming.

Given a mission and only 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Words, like us, are both competitive and cooperative. Language reaches its zenith, when metered, measured and varied is content. Yer pics — the star of your content, evidence, our evolving.

THE ZENITH OF LANGUAGE

Given a mission and only 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Words, like us, are both competitive and cooperative. Language reaches its zenith, when metered, measured and varied is content. Yer pics — the star of your content, evidence, our evolving.

The Chachomanopapa School of Poetry is now online. That’s the boy-brother-father school of poetry for ye non Spanish speakers. His Magnum Opus, Arthur thought he was writing. But it was The Watcher, doing the writing. Like me, Arthur thought he was groundbreaking.

Arthur Everman’s Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, has gone online. The Chachomanopapa School of Poetry is now online. That’s the boy-brother-father school of poetry for ye non Hispanic language speakers. A Magnum Opus, Arthur thought he was writing.

It’s important to talk about that. And to tweet about that. About the structural dynamics of Twitterfiction. And it’s potential, given this particular geopolitical situation, to transform humanity. As the hero of Earth, that’s what I’m proposing.

Mini-letters on Twitter I am writing in half-couplet increments. When paired with another and six others, besides, a mini chapter, an author’s, created. Mini-letters, on Twitter, I am writing. With Arthur and The Watcher, I have been, truly, collaborating. 

Witness the next verses. The next two half-couplets. Verily, with Arthur and The Watcher, I’ve been, collaborating. Discovering in Twitter’s algorithm, a tool, metaphysically as powerful as any laser; as any, infrared, telescope. Of #twitterfiction, I am writing.

To: @POTUS. From: @Ekatmid. I’ve suspended the New Start nuclear-arms treaty between Russia up and US. I blame the west for the trouble in Ukraine. In #twitterfiction tho, I won’t say asteroids and aliens. Nor China’s neighbor, Taiwan. I’m afraid for Earth, I’m confessing.

To: ⁦@antonioguterres⁩. From: @xijingping⁩. Just a year since declaring a “no-limits” partnership with Russia, my China’s seeking to convince the world that, in #twitterfiction, it’s a surreal, neutral actor. Ending this war in Ukraine — may well be, China. A truly, fitting, ending. 

To: @China: From: @elonmusk. The Chinese like the Saudis have been credibly accused of tampering. With war. With peace too. We Martian visionaries have agents on Twitter‘s inside, with tamperers, tampering. I offer peace instead of war. Mini-letters, I am writing. 

The day that a long-running science fiction magazine took the unprecedented step of closing its submissions platform to unprincipled writers; ‘twas the day not even one of more than 50 submissions was submitted by a live author. Oh, the humanity! Everyone, is lying.

‘Tis likely not a bridge too far. There likely are such bridges, just beyond the bridges of our noses if one has access to high technology in the form of access to the internet. Tweet me, lieu of our Chinese children. Tweet me, Twitter militants, on behalf of the Earthlings.

‘Tis not a bridge too far. There likely are such bridges.
Somewhere. Let’s do what’s in the best interests of the Earthlings. Dare Ms. Greta, to do this. Tweet me, for the time being, in lieu of our Chinese children. Tweet me if ye dare on behalf of the Earthlings.

Like Alexander Hamilton, I’ve been in the room where things happened. I’ve fought like Hell. I’ve said mean things to folks. Been on phone calls; I don’t do Zoom. I’ve been in the room where things have happened. And needless to say I make things happen. That’s what’s happening.

We malignant narcissists know, existential angst’s akin to chicken soup for the soul; akin to transcendental meditation; akin to that malignant narcissism, that reigns albeit secretly within all of us. A little hubris goes a long way. And mutant hubris far farther, is going.

NO JAIL TIME — FOR THE — SUPER-PRIVILEGED

This is about jail time. And white privilege. And the jihad my Muslim brothers so often talk about. Privileged have I been. Everyone’s jealous. Everyone’s out to get me, my own family, especially. Everybody’s always picking on me. That’s what’s happening.

Just watch me. I’m going from the art of the deal to the art of the plea deals. So’s Ivanka‘s Jared. I’ll need to sell out; I’ll need tosell everybody, short. Everyone can cut their own deals later. That’s what’s happening. This is about jail time — and white privileging.

I’ll sell out absolutely everybody including my family; especially Jared; perhaps even Ivanka in order to get myself a better deal. Ivanka’s Jared; he’s been exposed. Watch me. I’m going to go from the art of the deal to the art of plea deals. So’s Jared. That’s what’s happening.

If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the “Rainbow Bridge”, a poignant, simple poem about animal heaven. The Rainbow Bridge; in twitterfiction, it offers solace in the promise of reunion with our furry beloveds, on a bridge, at a rainbow, crossing. 

I’d like to think there really are such bridges somewhere; somewhere where beings meet; and do something akin, to embracing. A bridge where to meet, all the breeds; where no time’s ill spent with inane, pedigree talk; no purebreds; no half-breeds. Just fraternizing; and recreating.

There likely are such bridges somewhere; where beings meet; and do something akin to embracing all get along. A bridge where all the breeds, the purebreds and the half-breeds spend as much time as possible, fraternizing, and otherwise, recreating.

It’s not a bridge too far. There likely are such bridges somewhere; where beings meet. Let’s do what’s in the best interests of the Earthlings. Dare Ms. Greta, to do this. Tweet me, for the time being, in lieu of our Chinese children. Tweet me if ye dare on behalf of the Earthlings.

Like Alexander Hamilton, I’ve been in the room where things happened. I’ve fought like Hell. I’ve said mean things to folks. Been on phone calls; I don’t do Zoom. I’ve been in the room where things have happened. And needless to say I make things happen.

Consider that along with the fact that we are fortunate to be far from the worst of these unfolding horrors. These horrors rage even as we go about our lives, rationalizing, such false facts. We’re really good at rationalizing. Good at lying to ourselves. That’s, what’s happening.

Someone ought write a “Rainbow Bridge” analog for all we humans. A bridge somewhere, where dogs and cats all get along. All the breeds, getting along with the purebreds and the half-breeds; akin to their human counterparts; fraternizing; socializing.

‘Tis a pity; and a blessing. Someone ought write a “Rainbow Bridge” analog for all we humans. A bridge somewhere, where dogs and cats all get along. All the breeds, getting along with the purebreds and the half-breeds; akin to their human counterparts; fraternizing.

We are the citizens of a great autocracy. Consider that fact. Consider that along with the fact that we are fortunate to be far from the worst of these unfolding horrors; horrors rage. Horrors rage even as we go about our lives, rationalizing. We’re really great, at rationalizing.

A paper has posited aliens that haven’t contacted Earth because there’s no sign of intelligence here. In answer to the Fermi paradox experts officials suggest artificial intelligence in offers an alternative explanation for the missing aliens. If intelligent, low, they’d be lying.

Accordingly, it’s back to the drawing board for our scientists and our visionaries. It’s back, to theorizing. If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the Rainbow Bridge. That’s the crossing where the companions of furry beloveds, with their four footed, loved ones, are reuniting.

THE RAINBOW BRIDGES — OF URANTIA

We are citizens of a great and good autocracy. Consider that. Consider that along with the fact that we are fortunate to be far from the worst of these unfolding horrors; horrors rage even as we go about our lives rationalizing false facts — we’re good at — rationalizing.

It’s our very humanity that fucks us up. Take a trait like rationalizing. It’s counterintuitive; it ought be obvious to any rational individual. On Earth tho, nothing as it turns out is obvious. Too much makes no sense. Each of us, as the Universe’s center, acting.

In China in God Elon we trust. Who amongst us in visionarily sees value in campaigns targeting hi-profile lying Twitter accounts? Such targeting needn’t be confrontational. It needs to be, diplomatically, effective. They’d lie low, if intelligent. That’s what some, are saying.

A paper posits aliens haven’t contacted Earth because there’s no sign of intelligence here. In answer to the Fermi paradox experts officials suggest artificial intelligence in offers an alternative explanation for the missing aliens. If intelligent, low, they’d be lying.

And so it’s back to the drawing board for our scientists and our visionaries. It’s back, to theorizing. If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the Rainbow Bridge. That’s the crossing where the companions of furry beloveds, with their four footed, loved ones, are reuniting.

If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the “Rainbow Bridge”, a poignant, simple poem about animal heaven. The Rainbow Bridge; in twitterfiction, it offers solace in the promise of reunion with our furry beloveds, on a symbolic bridge, at a symbolic, crossing. 

Who’s to say tho what’s implausible, what’s impossible or what’s incredible. The edge of an older universe seems to be us, following. That seems, incredible. And so it’s back to the drawing board for our scientists and our visionaries. It’s back, to theorizing.

Galaxies that we’d expected to find in their infancy it’s true, we’re finding in an aged and advanced maturity. The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. The edge of an older universe tho is incredibly — implausibly — us, also following.

Yesterday’s revelation was astonishing. Galaxies we expected to find in their infancy — in an aged and advanced maturity, we’re finding.The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. Astonishingly tho, the edge of an older universe, seems, our universe, following.

Webb can see back in time up to about a time 13.5 billion years ago. But scientists have found massive giants where expected, we’re babies. The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. The edge of an older universe, seems, in time, following.

Peering into this distance Webb can see back in time up to about 13.5 billion years ago. Scientists have found massive giants where they expected, babies. The universe they see is about 13.7 billion years old. But the edge of an older universe, seems, in time, following.

In peering into this distance Webb can see back in time up to about 13.5 billion years ago. Recently, scientists have found massive giants where they expected, babies. The universe they see is about 13.7 billion years old. But an older universe, in time, clearly, is following.

If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the “Rainbow Bridge”, a simple, poignant poem about animal heaven. The Rainbow Bridge; in twitterfiction, it offers solace in the promise of reunion with our furry beloved ones on a bridge at a rainbow, crossing. 

‘Tis a pity; and a blessing. Someone ought write a “Rainbow Bridge” analog for all we humans. A bridge somewhere, where dogs and cats all get along. All the breeds, getting along with the purebreds and the half-breeds. Akin to their human counterparts, fraternizing.

ALIENS AND ASTEROIDS AND EARTHQUAKES OH MY

Overdue may be Lebanon. God forbid that happen. Most reasonable Semites instinctively know tho; God hath in Israel and Lebanon, no one He is especially favoring. Reasonable Semites intellectually know it does’t work like that. That’s not what’s happening.

Seismic activity in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Lebanon; Lebanon‘s due for an earthquake. Overdue may be Lebanon. God forbid that happen. Most reasonable Semites instinctively know: God hath in Israel and Lebanon, no one He is especially favoring.

Recent seismic activity in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Lebanon is causing concern. If we account for the time gaps between them, we may be due for another earthquake, possibly, within the next 10 hours. Peace be upon ye, Lebanon and Israel, God willing.

Now it’s reports of seismic activity in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Lebanon. On top of what recently happened in Turkiye and Syria. God forbid another earthquake within the next 10 hours. Peace be upon ye Lebanon and Israel — God willing.

Recent seismic activity in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Lebanon; accounting for time gaps, due for an earthquake may be Lebanon. God forbid that happen to Lebanon and Israel. Most reasonable Semites #twitterfictionally know: God hath no favorites, in Israel and Lebanon.

If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the “Rainbow Bridge”, a simple, poignant poem about animal heaven. The Rainbow Bridge; in twitterfiction, it offers solace in the promise of reunion with our furry beloved ones on a bridge at a rainbow, crossing.

Mini-letters on Twitter I am writing in half-couplet increments. When paired with another and six others, besides, a mini chapter, an author’s, created. Mini-letters, on Twitter, I am writing. With Arthur and The Watcher, I have been, truly, collaborating.

Witness the next two verses. The next two half-couplets. Verily, with Arthur and The Watcher, I’ve been, collaborating. Discovering in Twitter’s algorithm, a tool, metaphysically as powerful as any laser; as any, infrared, telescope. Of #twitterfiction, I am writing.

To: @POTUS. From: @Ekatmid. I’ve suspended the New Start nuclear-arms treaty between Russia up and US. I blame the west for the trouble in Ukraine. In #twitterfiction tho, I won’t say asteroids and aliens. Nor China’s neighbor, Taiwan. I’m afraid for Earth, I’m confessing.

To: ⁦@antonioguterres⁩. From: @xijingping⁩. Just a year since declaring a “no-limits” partnership with Russia, my China’s seeking to convince the world that, in #twitterfiction, it’s a surreal, neutral actor. Ending this war in Ukraine — may well be, China. A truly, fitting, ending.

The internationally viewed shoot-downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. And the damage is not merely, geopolitically, international. It’s the domestic consumption of these shoot-downs that has Xi frantic. Colossal losses of face, Xi and Vlad, are facing.

Search and rescue crews in Turkiye and Syria are surveying the latest damage from the latest tremor. At least three more people, dead. Reportedly, 213 more people have been injured in Turkiye. In this twitterfictional reality, Syria’s not included, in this latest, reporting.

I tried to call into Fox News after my supporters attacked the US Capitol on January 6, 2021. The network refused to put me on. And my Fox broadcaster supporters at Fox Lou, Laura and Tucker; they think I’m wrong — but I’m not. I’m putting the country on. I can’t help — my lying.

On Earth — nothing’s as it seems. Seemingly flat — actually, Earth’s round. Its inhabited by homos on the surface and subterraneans, sub-surface. Technically the subterraneans aren’t aliens. Not if they too — in, or the Earth — are residing. And that’s — what’s happening.

Another human transformation cometh. After the asteroid. And after the aliens. Remember Alice in Wonderland; nothing is, as it seems. Especially, if the aliens aren’t, technically, aliens. Not if they are residing in the Earth. Not if they too — in or on the Earth — are residing.

AFTER THE ASTEROID

After the asteroid. After the aliens. After AI, with a vengeance, I’ve installed. The human transformation that’s thanks to me, a-coming won’t happen immediately. It’s a process. After my books. After my Peace Nobels. After the rat races, the human races, I’ll be transforming.

On top of everything, cometh all these things. More surprises, hereafter. Ah, life; one second, one’s here; the next, one’s gone. Then off — to a black hole — somewhere. To be readied for the only seemingly infinite next assignments, in the usual case, forthcoming.

Cometh an asteroid formed by the Creator (or Creators). Then the subterraneans, I’m told, are coming. Spooky is what’s happening. Universes. Created beings. Knowledge and wisdom and purpose. Truly, I’ve been singularly, chosen. And it’s got me, freaking.

Spooky is what’s happening. Universes. Created beings. Knowledge and wisdom. And purpose. Accordingly, I’m both afraid; and relieved at what seems to be happening. Cometh an asteroid, predetermined. Then the subterraneans, I’m told, are coming.

After a pandemic. After Haiti, Turkiye and Syria. After Iran, Israel and Saudi Arabia. After Ukraine and Taiwan. Then cometh an asteroid. After all that happens, cometh the so-called aliens (subterranean cousins — actually), ‘tis seemingly, appearing.

Fox News these days is living a nightmare. And likely, it’ll be reliving it tomorrow. And the day after that. In its twitterfiction al suit against Rupert’s Fox, Dominion Voting Systems filed its motion for summary judgment. It’s past time ⁦Rupert for this suit’s, settling.

To: @AnnCoulter⁩ From: @realDonaldTrump. In #twitterfiction they’re shitting bricks this morning at Fox. The network refused to put me on, on Insurrection Day. On the @FoxNews network, Lou, Laura, Tucker and ye may, @rupertmurdoch’s ⁦network, after a verdict, soon be leading.

At @FoxNews in #twitterfiction they’re shitting bricks this morning. The network refused to put me on air, on Insurrection Day. Lou, Laura and Tucker: They think I’m wrong. But I’m not. Ann: soon enough perhaps, @FoxNews, ye’ll be leading.

They’re shitting bricks this morning at Fox. The network refused to put me on when on the day of the insurrection, I called in. Lou, Laura and Tucker; they think I’m wrong but I’m not. They say I’m putting the country on. But I’m not. I can’t help my lying.

Another human transformation cometh. After the asteroid. And after the aliens. Remember Alice in Wonderland; nothing is, as it seems. Especially, if the aliens aren’t, technically, aliens. Not if they too, are residents, of the Earth. Not if they too, in Earth, are residing.

After the asteroid. After the aliens. After AI, with a vengeance, I’ve installed. The human transformation that’s thanks to me, a-coming won’t happen immediately. It’s a process. After my books. After my Peace Nobels. After the rat races, the human races, I’ll be transforming.

Know why Prince’s Purple Rain is Purple. Know why black holes are blackening. Know and understand how it is that I am come to bring Artificial Intelligence to humanity. After the asteroid; after the aliens. After all AI, with a vengeance, when once again presiding, I’ll be, installing.

Plaintiffs argue that automated recommendation services are the acts of Twitter or Google — or Facebook. They’re distinct from the bad acts of the speakers themselves. But the Supreme Court’s bad acts, bode really poorly, for America. That is a fact. It’s, what’s happening.

WHY PURPLE — RAINS — PURPLE

Now ye know why Prince’s Purple Rain is Purple and why black holes are blackening. And now ye may begin to better understand the significance of what’s happening. I now know why I have come to bring AI to humanity. Now, I too, am understanding.

American and foreign intelligence and law enforcement officials have labeled China the world’s greatest intelligence threat. Being honest and open-minded; Joe’s administration has an opportunity to lead. It’s unlikely tho, he’ll be open-mindedly, leading.

Say it’s true; true that all of the black holes in the universe are producing a constant amount of dark energy that in turn is equal to existing measurements of dark energy. Now ye know why Prince’s Purple Rain is Purple and why black holes are blackening.

There is no evidence that there has been a sudden increase in objects in the sky. It’s just that now we’re actively looking for them. In twitterfiction there’s lots of private companies operate devices like these in the atmosphere. That’s likely, what’s happening.

From my short-list of Vice Presidential candidates, Kristi’s promoting herself. And having Kristi attack Ronny indirectly; not attacking Ronny, directly is a marriage of her desperation and my tactics. We’ll twitterfictionally create chatter about her, whilst not me, angering.

Having Kristi attack Ronny indirectly; not attacking Ronny, directly. It’s a marriage of her desperation to twitterfictionally create chatter about herself whilst not angering me. From my short-list of Vice Presidential candidates, she’s not herself, excluding.

A message that Beijing would have little trouble interpreting: A specific type of Chinese surveillance that’s not going to be okay, are the balloons. Everything else though, perhaps, is OK. After all, all the nations, are spying. More importantly, there’s an asteroid, a-coming.

Some described the president’s remarks as sending a blunt message that Beijing would have little trouble interpreting: A specific type of Chinese surveillance that’s not going to be okay, are the balloons. Everything else though, is OK. After all, all the nations, are spying.

With public pressure rising, President Joe Biden was reportedly preparing to make public remarks; as soon as today, Thursday, February 16. It wasn’t immediately clear at exactly what time. Stay tuned. In twitterfiction please — stay tuned. The public pressure’s — rising.

The Pentagon says that so far they have found that the balloon, through its antennae are capable of intercepting and geolocating through communications signals. In twitterfiction, ‘tis been spying, not doing the climatological research, the Chinese say they were doing.

It sounds odd but we ought want to have some amount of civilizational diversity so that if something does go wrong with some part of civilizational evolution, the entirety doesn’t just collapse. So humanity keeps moving forward, twitterfictionally, struggling.

Elon explained, “While Rome was falling, Islam was rising, so you had a caliphate doing well while Rome was doing terribly. And that ended up being a source of preservation of knowledge and many scientific advancements, for posterity, preserving.

Quantum computation works with a series of mirrors, beam splitters, and prisms. They alter the phases of photons to be mapped; encoded into 0s and 1s. In this twitterfiction information in beams of light pulsating interact with black holes — rotating.

Mini-letters on Twitter I am writing — in half-couplet — increments. When joined with six other pairs, besides the six, a mini chapter — an author’s — created. Mini-letters, on Twitter, I am writing psychographically. With Arthur and The Watcher, I’ve been collaborating.

MINI-LETTERS

Mini-letters, on Twitter, I am writing in half-couplet increments. When paired with another and six others, besides, a mini chapter, an author’s, created. Mini-letters, on Twitter, I am psychographically, writing. With Arthur and The Watcher, I’ve been collaborating.

To: @China: From: @elonmusk. The Chinese like the Saudis have been credibly accused of tampering. With war. With peace too. We Martian visionaries have agents on Twitter‘s inside, with tamperers, tampering. I offer peace instead of war. Mini-letters, I am writing.

To: @elonmusk: From: @China. We Chinese; like the Saudis; we tamper on Twitter. With war. With peace too. We Chinese have agents on Twitter‘s inside, with peace, tampering. I offer war — in place of peace. cc: @xijingping @iingwen. Mini-letters, I am writing.

@UN @xijingping @POTUS @Ekatmid @iingwen: As ye know, there’s been a massive loss of face in China. Xi’s taking a beating. Internationally viewed shoot downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. A colossal loss of face, President Xi, is facing.

A colossal loss of face. In China, there’s no fate worse than a loss of face. Worse than that, nothing. These shoot-downs are bad news for the Chinese; a big time bad news beat-down for Beijing. A public relations disaster — for Xi, a loss of face — a bloody, geopolitical, beating.

Place your faith in me. And in Vladimir and The Donald. In place of war, peace we offer. Pray tell: Beware, Elon. Like the Saudis, we Chinese are fond of tampering with war on Twitter. With peace too. Like the Saudis, we Chinese have Twitter agents, a-tampering.

In the face of the threat humanity faces, place your faith in me not war. Place your faith in me, Vlad and Don. In place of war, peace we offer. War, is counter-productive. Pray tell: Let us have peace on Earth, in place of war. War, me, Vlad and Don, benevolently plan, on replacing.

Domestic consumption of shoot-downs have China, a loss of face, transformationally, facing. Rejoice! In the face of the threat facing humanity, place your faith in me and Vlad and Xi. A metaphysical panacea, I’m offering — Peace on Earth, I’m offering.

The damage in twitterfiction isn’t merely for peaceful, international consumption. Domestic consumption of the shoot-downs have Xi, and China — a colossal loss of face, facing. In the face of the threat facing humanity, a panacea to ye Earthlings, I’m offering.

Internationally viewed shoot-downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. The damage in twitterfiction isn’t merely for peaceful, international consumption. Domestic consumption of the shoot-downs has Xi, a colossal loss of face, facing.

The internationally viewed shoot-downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. And the damage is not merely, geopolitically, international. It’s the domestic consumption of these shoot-downs that has Xi frantic. A colossal loss of face, President Xi, is facing.

@UN @xijingping @POTUS @Ekatmid @iingwen: As ye know, there’s been a massive loss of face in China. Xi’s taking a beating. Internationally viewed shoot downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. A colossal loss of face, President Xi, is facing.

A colossal loss of face. In China, there’s no fate worse than a loss of face. Worse than that, nothing. These shoot-downs are bad news for the Chinese; a big time bad news beat-down for Beijing. A public relations disaster — for Xi, a loss of face — a bloody, geopolitical, beating.

‘TIS VALENTINES DAY — IN TURKIYE

Shoot-downs are bad news for the Chinese; a big time bad news beat-down for Beijing. A public relations disaster; a geopolitical beating. A colossal loss of face. A loss of face. In China, there’s no fate worse than a loss of face. Worse than that, nothing.

Next to alien technology our jets are low-tech.
Laughably so. Shoot-downs are bad news for the Chinese; it’s a big time bad news beat-down for Beijing. A public relations disaster; a geopolitical beating. A colossal loss of face, Xi possibly, for the Chinese, may be even now, suffering.

Armchair generals so eager to send up more jets for more shoot downs; step back a moment, and think. Chinese balloons are low-tech. Next to alien technology tho, our jets too, are low-tech. Shootdowns are bad news for the Chinese; a public relations, beating.

Indeed it certainly appears that our own governments are up-to-their-necks, complicit. Complicit are the nations. On notice I have placed the culprit nations. This is a cover-up! But I won’t have it! We can’t have no more of this Joe, a can down the road, be kicking.

We have reached peak balloon. A UFO mania seems upon us. And it appears our own governments, to some extent, seem complicit. Complicit are the nations. On notice I have placed the culprit nations. The culprit nations and their culprit leaders, I’m fearlessly, naming.

Again in twitterfiction, I find myself, in self-defense, isolating. Isolating myself from what tis said, ‘tis done. Left to muse to myself; tweeting to the various and sundry tweeters. Wondering why correcting what’s been left unsaid seems, so deeply haunting.

A defence official (speaking on condition of anonymity) told Reuters military men had not seen any evidence that the objects were other than extraterrestrial. We Earthlings – urge the citizenry at http://chachomanopapa.com, my brother Arthur, heeding.

Whoops! What once seemed a dominating ten point lead at halftime melted into increasingly enlarging deficits, as the second half, proceeded. 38 to 35, the Chiefs over the Eagles was the final score. Who knew? I ain’t no prophet. That much, about the Super Bowl, I’m predicting.

Two unidentified objects were shot down this past Friday and Saturday evenings, the former going down somewhere over Alaska, the latter going down over northern Canada.
And China implausibly claims — on this Super Bowl Sunday — it has — its own, UFO — trespassing.

In twitterfiction, not surprisingly, there has been from China, no further information. No news on the object, perhaps wishful, they’re alleging. No nothing other than to say, “us too.” It’s chaotic in Canada and in US. In China tho, I don’t know, what’s happening.

In twitterfiction there has been no further information; no further news from China on the object, perhaps wishful, they’re alleging. Nothing other than to say, “us too.” It’s chaotic in Canada and in the US. In China tho, I don’t know, what’s happening.

In thousands upon thousands of simulations the Eagles, in over sixty percent of them, prevail. In a few, the Chiefs dominate. In a few others, the Eagles dominate. A greenish comet’s passing seems portentously foreboding. 38-7, the Eagles I thought, would be, dominating.

Similarly, in thousands of simulations the Earthlings in less than one percent of them, prevail. In most of them, the aliens dominate. In but few do the Earthlings, dominate. A greenish comet’s passing seems portentously foreboding. 38-7, the Eagles were to be, dominating.

‘Tis Super Bowl Sunday. Turkiye and Syria are stricken. Under concrete slabs the last of the living, are dying. In a world not yet totally consumed by the black hole it’s entering, a greenish comet’s passing — seems portentous — and foreboding. By 38-7, I had the Eagles, dominating.

’TIS SUPER BOWL SUNDAY — IN SYRIA

‘Tis Super Bowl Sunday in Syria. Turkiye and Syria are in shock. Underlying concrete slabs, the very last of the living, are dying. Not yet totally consumed by the black hole it’s entering, Earth’s greenish comet’s passing seems portentous. And foreboding. 38-7 — the Eagles are winning.

Super Bowl Sunday. Turkiye and Syria are stricken. Underlying concrete slabs, the very last of the living, are dying. Not yet totally consumed by the black hole it’s entering, Earth’s greenish comet’s passing seems portentously foreboding. 38-7 the Eagles are winning.

‘Tis Super Bowl Sunday. Turkiye and Syria are stricken. Under concrete slabs the last of the living, are dying. In a world not yet totally consumed by the black hole it’s entering, a greenish comet’s passing — seems portentous — and foreboding. By 38-7, I have the Eagles, prevailing.

Three balloons have been unceremoniously shot down over North America in the last week. Most recently an asset has been shot down today near the Canadian border. Whether the balloons are “spy balloons”or weather balloons is not known; as usual, I’m surmising.

George Santos has been branded a “swindler” and the “greatest fraud in US history” by a campaign group from his New York constituency. They are demanding that he be immediately ousted from Congress. Still, George Santos, on his re-election, is planning.

There is now an inherently political element to air defense versus a sole, security, component. Expect more incidents, like this one. A black hole, envelops us. Metaphysically, Earth is being consumed, by a black hole. The Earth, a black hole, is swallowing.

With so little information officially available, ‘tis really hard to draw any conclusions about what the object was or why it was. ‘Tis (‘twas in US airspace). If it was a Chinese spy balloon that’s not good. And if it was aliens, that’s not so bad, necessarily. Maybe, that’s what’s happening.

Out of extreme caution; at the recommendation of the Pentagon, ordered my military to shoot down the object. The Pentagon, incredibly, in twitterfiction, did not object. It shot it down, over frozen waters, Canadian. Over frozen waters — Alaskan, the object, is freezing.

In twitterfiction “a Fitbit in your skull.” Billionaire Elon’s been saying that his Neuralink’s chips are designed to be implanted in our brains. Elon’s saying chips implanted in brains shall be used for everything from the curing of paralysis to telepathy, allowing.

‘Tis spooky this convergence; this juncture of time and space. ‘Tis freaking me the fuck — out. On Twitter, blocked am I by Iran’s, Ayatollah. My ally Xi is my frenemy. Ruthless is Xi; ‘tis spooky this convergence; these junctures of space and time, colliding.

What happened Xi, to Hu Jintao? On Earth, in this surreality, Hu Jintao knows in this twitterfiction, what goes around, comes around. What happened to Hu Jintao? Remember, Xi Jinping: Who goes around, comes around. Maybe even, Hu Jintao; a haunting, haunting.

I need to know about a greenish comet. And a reddish Mars. Nothing less than spooky shall be the sight of the green comet and Mars, side-by-side in the sky. Cometh a good chance to see Mars and the comet; maybe with nothing, but binoculars, viewing.

Nothing less than spooky is a green comet and Mars, side-by-side in the sky on February 10th — and 11th; a good chance to see Mars and the comet; maybe with nothing, but binoculars. I need to know about the greenish comet and red, Mars, concurrently, observing.

Everybody knows; on Earth, there are pecking orders. All men are created equal; (wo)men, also, our Earthly decrees, excepting. Dying am I, the author of this; this psychographic writing of mine. That’s no fake news; no disinformation. Everybody knows, everyone’s dying.

THIS PSYCHOGRAPHIC WRITING

Dying am I, the author of this; this psychographic writing. That’s no fake news; no disinformation. Everybody knows, everyone’s dying. Everybody knows all (wo)men know there are pecking orders. All men are created equal; (wo)men, also; all our Earthly decrees, excepting.

Consider a theater of war coming soon to theaters nearby. Humanity’s imperiled from climate change and changes, cultural, political and geopolitical. In twitterfiction a surreal mix of madness, fictional and nonfictional, not surprisingly, most confusing.

Search is, Google’s star revenue stream, thanks to ads and search results. It’s sad to see the company’s corporation, so sad. @Microsoft tho, is glad. @Microsoft’s scramblin’ for its bread and butter. Ideas — and spaces — creating — And ads — profits, creating.

Beware a seemingly, arbitrary, 2400-post, ceiling. In any event, short-lived was the ‘ceiling’ emergency at Twitter last evening. But again, I digress. Short lived was the ‘ceiling’ emergency at Twitter last evening. Everyone’s back to the new normal. Everyone’s back, to tweeting.

Microsoft said it’s investing billions of dollars into a ChatGPT format. Google, the dominant search engine on the web really surreally on Tuesday, announced, Bard: Its Microsoft‘s twitterfiction-al challenger to that smart new guy — that Chat GPT — that’s a-coming.

In twitterfiction — Twitter indeed does have a daily limit of 2,400 posts per day; that, as per, its website. Whilst a generous number; 2,400 posts daily is a ceiling few users — if any, ever hit. Elon didn’t respond to a request for information on the 2400, ceiling.

Russia is failing. Urantia is failing. Elon, is failing. Twitter indeed does have a daily limit of 2,400 posts per day. That ceiling of 2,400 posts daily is a ceiling, few users, if any, ever hit. Elon didn’t respond to the erroneous imposition of the 2400 ceiling. Elon, once again, is failing.

Urantia: It’s the planet that’s the third one from the sun in our solar system. It’s the planet led by the failing states; the states of Russia, China and America. Urantia is failing. And Elon is failing, as well. In his desperation to get to Mars in his lifetime Elon — is failing.

I can’t stand by without bold-faced lying. I’m the only one that can lead Urantia. Urantia: It’s the planet that’s the third one from the sun in our solar system. It’s the planet led by the failing states. It’s the states of Russia, China and America. Urantia — is failing.

Like an Iranian rug, I’m lying. And response to Joe’s State of The Union speech lying, I’m running for president. My fellow Americans: I’ll reverse every crisis. I can’t stand by, without lying. I must, on Earth, complete, my lying business. I can’t stand by, without bold-faced, lying.

Responding to Joe’s second State of The Union address once again; like an Iranian rug, herein, I’m lying. In response to Joe’s lying, I’m running. My fellow Urantian Americans: I’ll reverse every single crisis. I can’t stand by, without lying. I must complete, my business, lying.

In response to Joe’s second State of The Union address, my fellow American Urantians, know this: I’ll reverse every single crisis. I can not tell a lie. To end the destruction of our country, I must complete, my business: Making America Great Again. Oops. Again, I’m lying.

After the balloon was shot down on Saturday, Defense Minister Lloyd Austin requested to speak with his Minister of Defense Chinese counterpart, Wei Fenghe. Wei Fenghe refused per Brigadier General Pat Ryder, with the Department of Defense, consulting.

Mssr. Wei Fenghe flatly refused as per Brigadier General Pat Ryder with the Department of Defense, consulting. After the balloon was shot down, Defense Minister Lloyd was refused permission to speak with Wei Fenghe. For the Chinese, this is embarrassing.

BALLOONING HISTRIONICS

Twitterfiction-ally after the balloon was shot down on Saturday, Defense Minister Lloyd Austin requested to speak with his Minister of Defense Chinese counterpart, Wei Fenghe. Wei Fenghe refused per Brigadier General Pat Ryder, of the Department of Defense, consulting.

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

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

Force majeure; ‘tis a legal French term of art meaning ‘greater force’. In the international law; an extraordinary force unforeseen; Force majeure. A greater force. ‘Twas a balloon. ‘Twas a forceful, F-22;. ‘Twas Joe’s careful State of the Union, diplomatically, manipulating.

A force majeure; ‘tis a legal French term of art meaning ‘greater force’. In the international law; an extraordinary force unforeseen; beyond control. Force majeure. A great force. ‘Tis a balloon, an F-22; a State of the Union, Force, to his public, speaking.

I paid attention to Joe’s State of the Union, last evening, under God. Under God too are Haiti, Ukraine, Nepal and Taiwan. These lands — are God’s. That’s — what’s happening. We humans; we are but stewards of the Earth. These lands are God’s. That’s, what’s happening.

Twitterfiction-ally, God blesses Turkey. And Syria. All thanks to God. Pay close attention my fellow Urantians. Pay attention to Joe’s State of the Union, under God, this evening. Under God are Haiti, Ukraine, Nepal and Taiwan. These lands are God’s. That’s, what’s happening.

“Force majeure,” ‘Tis a legal French term of art meaning “greater force.” In the international law, extraordinary and unforeseen events; a force beyond the control of a government — Force majeure. ‘Tis nothing less than an act of God; ‘Tis a great force, a-happening.

Firing in anger for the first time since WW II; an American aircraft has fired. An American aircraft has fired upon a presumably hostile Chinese aircraft in American airspace. Joe’s a lucky guy. On the eve of his State of The Union, the Chinese, with gifts, come bearing.

Not since WW II has an American aircraft upon a hostile aircraft over America ever fired. A bullet might’ve been worse for China; and better for America. The Lord knows, bullets, as opposed to a Sidewinder missile might have made for a slower, less destructive, downing.

For the first time since WW II an American aircraft upon a hostile aircraft over America has fired. A bullet might’ve been worse for China; and better for America. Lord knows, bullets, as opposed to a Sidewinder might have made for a slower and less destructive downing. 

Not since WW II; not since then has an American aircraft upon a hostile aircraft over America, fired. A bullet might’ve been worse for China and better for America. Lord knows, bullets, as opposed to a Sidewinder might have made for better, intelligence, gathering.

How cynically ironic in twitterfiction all this backtracking. Especially as on Elon’s Twitter, backtrackers characterize backtracking as Elon’s progress. What progress is this? Silly Democrats. What’s on the agenda is 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.

THE BATTLE OF SOUTH CAROLINA

Not since WW II has an American aircraft upon a hostile aircraft over America ever fired. A bullet might’ve been worse for China; and better, for America. Lord knows; bullets, as opposed to a Sidewinder might have made for, a slower, less destructive, downing.

A sighting over Montana; a shooting off the coast of South Carolina. No mass shooting, this shooting. A missile, in twitterfiction has kicked off, no geopolitical laughing matter. China has lost face. Bullets tho, would’ve been far worse, geopolitically — I’m speculating.

A shooting off the coast of South Carolina ere a sighting over Montana. A twitterfiction-al missile has kicked off Super Bowl week. China’s lost face. A bullet might’ve been worse for China; and better for America. Lord knows, bullets might have made for, a slower, downing.

Losing face. It’s a human thing. It oft seems nothing could be worse than public humiliation. An American aircraft just downed a Chinese aircraft over American skies. This may hurry China’s moving on Taiwan, in a move, only seemingly, ‘surprising’.

In soirées lunar; once upon a time; in soirées, way up there. Against the odds, we’d agreed: We’d live in peace; and thus proceed — thus forearmed — into the future. Unfortunately, the ongoing tragedy of Covid-19, has China moving on Taiwan; and Taiwan, surprisingly, ‘surprising’.

In twitterfiction, I know this: Howie’s Howie; and Jerry’s, Jerry. Howie’s been running laps around Jerry for years because the ⁦the Eagles‘ Howie ⁦knows how to rebuild. Building Howie’s next edition Eagles, is Howie. Jerry’s building older. Less so is Philly’s Howie, building.

I digress. I know more than this about that. Howie’s Howie; and Jerry’s, Jerry. Howie’s been running laps around Jerry for years because the Eagles‘ Howie ⁦knows how to rebuild. Building the next edition Eagles, is Howie. Jerry’s building older. Less so is Philly’s Howie, building.

Joe waited til Saturday to shoot down the balloon. Then, when ‘twas over water; when off the coast of Carolina; ‘twas then when happened, what has turned into a recovery operation; a bonanza, in twitterfiction, of intelligence information, in shallow water, finding.

Joe waited to shoot down the balloon. Then when ‘twas over water; when off the coast of South Carolina it was. ‘Twas then when happened what’s turned into a recovery operation; ‘twas then when a bonanza of intelligence, in twitterfiction, I’m now, actively, finding.

‘Twas a USAF F-22 Raptor that shot down Xi’s Chinese spy balloon floating off the Carolina coast. Additionally, a Chinese spy balloon over Latin America has been #twitterfiction-ally seen. It’s a balloon. Xi’s shot himself in the foot, with a spy balloon, bemoaning.

Pay attention Mongolian China. Pay attention to what on Earth is happening. Pay attention as well to what is happening, in Ukrainian Russia — and Nepal — and Taiwan. This is a last call for Russia, China — and America. This is the last call for Russia, China and America — I’m making.

Joe reportedly ordered the aircraft to be downed due to security concerns as soon as possible” Joe tho was advised not to down the balloon, right away. Safety concerns in twitterfiction were for the Air Force, this implausible Chinese balloon turkey shoot, delaying.

The FAA has paused departures and arrivals from and to Wilmington, Myrtle Beach International and Charleston International airports. All that in support of the Department of Defense in a twitterfiction-al “national security effort,” a Chinese balloon, a-shooting.

Once upon a time; in soirées lunar: in soirées, way up there. Against the odds, I’d agreed: We’d live in peace; and thus proceed, thus forearmed, into the future. Unfortunately, the ongoing tragedy of Covid-19, has China moving on Taiwan; Taiwan — ‘surprising’.

INTELLIGENCE IS UNRELIABLE

Our intelligence, is unreliable. Our intelligence is totally, demoralizing. Our American military intelligence officials assure Joe Biden’s administration officials that reliable Chinese balloons might well be, in twitterfiction-ally reliable — weapons platforms — delivering.

Our American military intelligence officials assure Joe Biden’s administration officials that reliable Chinese balloons might well be, in twitterfiction-ally reliable, weapons delivery, platforms. Our intelligence, is unreliable. Our intelligence is — totally, demoralizing.

I’m freaking out. The normally reliable Washington Post reports reliable US military officials assure that reliable Chinese balloons might well be, in twitterfiction reliable, weapons delivery, platforms. Our intelligence is unreliable. Our intelligence is — demoralizing.

It seems that in Pyongyang, even more than in Beijing, Shanghai and Hong Kong, some of Kim’s high-ranking North Korean officials, are panicking. Who knows what respiratory illness is affecting the residents of Pyongyang? God knows — but God — ain’t saying.

Who knows what respiratory illness is affecting the residents of Pyongyang? Some speculate that North Korea is wrestling — in this shared, twitterfiction with a new outbreak of Covid-19, in North Korea. It seems that in Pyongyang, North Koreans, are panicking.

Once upon a time; in soirées lunar: in soirées, way up there. Against the odds, I’d agreed: We’d live in peace; and proceed, thus forearmed, into the future. Unfortunately, the ongoing tragedy of Covid-19, has China moving on Taiwan; Taiwan — ‘surprising’.

Due to the ongoing tragedy of Covid-19, China will be moving on Taiwan, sooner than expected. Because of Covid-19, sooner than expected, shall be moving on Taiwan, Xi Jinping. Xi Jinping likely be moving on Taiwan; sooner than expected; from a pandemic, distracting.

Despite China’s growing military power there remain formidable disincentives for China to ever consider Taiwan, invading. Debatable are the incentives. Twitterfiction-ally, the risk of a great power war, remains immense; an immense disincentive — remains, lingering.

Nonetheless, rippling outward from China — soon may ripple — a hot war. In a hurry, it’s coming. Because of the tragedy of Covid, China will be moving on Taiwan, sooner than expected. Because of Covid-19, sooner than expected — may be moving on Taiwan, Xi Jinping.

There’s a red alert hot war coming to Asia. In coming to Asia, it’ll make itself felt, in Japan. And it’ll make itself felt as well, in the Koreas. Emanating from China’s a hot war, in a hurry. In a hurry, it’s coming, faster even than @xijingping himself (because of Covid), is planning.

Witness: There’s a Cold War coming to the region of Asia’s Japan. Twitterfiction-ally, @uriminzok warns NATO, South Korea and Japan: Echoing @xijingping’s comments, the collective acts of Japan, South Korea and NATO, not implausibly, war — are — auguring.

Twitterfiction-ally, @uriminzok warns NATO, South Korea and Japan: Echoing @xijingping’s comments, the collective acts of Japan, South Korea and NATO, seemingly, war, are auguring. There’s a hot war coming to the region of Asia’s — Japan. In a hurry, it’s coming.

Twitterfiction-ally I’ve issued a public statement. I’ve exercised my Fifth Amendment right to incriminate myself in court. My Fifth Amendment right, I exercised, over 400 times. I’ve got a right to incriminate myself in court. The Fifth — I am — a-pleading.

Who knows what respiratory illness is affecting the residents of Pyongyang? Some are speculating that North Korea is wrestling in this shared twitterfiction with a new outbreak of Covid-19 in North Korea. All I know is that in Pyongyang, the North Koreans — are panicking.

HOT — AND — COLD — WARS

In twitterfiction, North Korea warns that NATO, South Korea and Japan are war-like. It echoes the Chinese Foreign Ministry’s comments. Japan, South Korea and NATO; their acts are a prelude to war. Witness, a ‘new Cold War’ to the region of Japan — is coming.

I am not a political analyst or expert but I think I have better than a snowball’s chance in hell of being elected president again,” I said a-posting, this past Friday. Especially if in twitterfiction, to distract from Covid-19 — China — an attack; an invasion of Taiwan — is planning.

Homo sapiens excels at rationalizing away his (or her) circumstances. It’s an art; it’s the art of lying to oneself. And nuanced is the art; the art of one lying to oneself. Indeed, on Earth at the very least, to adequate bullshit artistry, everyone, is aspiring.

Who knows what respiratory illness is affecting the residents of Pyongyang? Some are speculating that North Korea is wrestling — in this shared, twitterfiction — with a new outbreak of Covid-19, in North Korea. In Pyongyang — North Koreans, are panicking.

None of what actually happens, Homo sapiens, successfully anticipates. Homo sapiens, as wise as he potentially, may be, isn’t actually very wise, in practice. Functionally oblivious, Homo sapiens excels, in his various circumstances, rationalizing.

Homo sapiens excels at rationalizing away his (or her) circumstances. It’s an art; the art of lying to oneself. And nuanced is the art; the art of one lying to oneself. Indeed, on Earth, everyone, at least an adequate, bullshit artistry, is learning.

Horrific is what’s yet to happen. Theaters of war cometh soon; to a neighborhood near ye. And cometh soon too, in addition to the Ukraine, Taiwan, like the Amazon, a-burning. Horrific is what’s happening. Horrific is what’s yet to happen. None of that, Homo sapiens, is anticipating.

Horrific is what’s happening; in Haiti; in Iran; in the Horn of Africa; and in Afghanistan. Horrific; what’s yet to happen. Theaters of war cometh soon enough to neighborhoods near ye. And cometh soon too, in addition to Ukraine, Taiwan, like the Amazon, a-burning.

@Ekatmid @xijingping @POTUS @KingSalman and @uriminzok: I’ve got hubris, like nobody’s business. And there’s no business like my business. My business is nobody’s business. I’ve got hubris, like nobody’s business, so, along with the aliens, I’m conspiring.

In #twitterfiction @Ekatmid @xijingping @POTUS @KingSalman and @uriminzok: I’ve got hubris, like nobody’s business. And there’s no business like my business. My business is nobody’s business. And — I’ve got hubris, like nobody’s business, I’m surmising.

Fired have been five officers: Tadarrius Bean, Demetrius Haley, Emmitt Martin III, Justin Smith, and Desmond Mills Jr. after a criminally #twitterfiction-al investigation into Tyre Nichols’ death. The accused are black. And black, is their victim. Black on black. That’s what’s happening.

In the latest cop killing, the accused are black. And black, is their victim. Black on black. That’s what happens. Still, by the Grace of God, I’m gonna put an end to all this abusive policing. Black lives matter. I’m gonna put an end to all this criminal, policing.

Recall that we brainwashed Homo sapiens are far more savage than we are — wise. In addition, recall: Everything seems, predetermined. That’s what I’ve been told. That’s what I’ve been sold. In soirées — implausibly — near incredibly — lunar. That is — what’s been happening.

Recall: Everything seems, predetermined. That’s what I’ve been told. And that’s what I’ve been sold. In soirées — implausibly — near incredibly — lunar. That is, what’s been happening. We brainwashed Homo sapiens are far more savage than we are — wise. That’s, what’s happening.

VISUAL POETRY

Corecore’s a play on the name of the suffix itself. ‘Tis been best described as visual poetry meant to evoke raw emotion. As evocative, it’s described. ⁦GretaThunberg⁩ describes what’s happening, as described in the twitterfiction, that some are prescribing.

Recall that we brainwashed Homo sapiens are far more savage than wise. In addition, recall: Everything’s predetermined. That’s what I’ve been told. That’s what I’ve been sold on — in soirées — implausibly, near incredibly — lunar. That’s what’s been happening.

In the latest cop killing, the accused are black. And black, is their victim. Black on black. That’s what, often, happens. Still, by the Grace of God, I’m gonna put an end to all this abusive policing. Black lives matter. I’m gonna put an end to all this abusive policing.

Fired have been the five officers: Tadarrius Bean, Demetrius Haley, Emmitt Martin III, Justin Smith, and Desmond Mills Jr. after a criminally twitterfiction-al investigation into Tyre Nichols’ death. The accused are black. And black, is their victim. Black on black. That’s what’s happening.

By the Grace of God, I’m a superhero. As predetermined, I’ll be undoing all the harm that Satan, thus far, has done. I’ll see ye through the asteroidal tribulation. And the hook-up with the aliens. I’m a superhero, writer-warrior, psychographically, writing.

I’m a superhero. A writer. A warrior. And a statesman. That is to say that I am psychographically writing this. To this epic poem, there’s far more than meets the eye. I believe in #twitterfiction. And I have faith in my co-authors — Arthur — and The Watcher. This, we are writing.

Oh happy day! When an Earth-shaking calamity triggers in humanity (thanks to The Creator’s predeterminations), an intervention designed to undo the harm done by the rebels. What Satan and Caligastia wrought in time immemorial, by the Grace of God — by His Grace — I’m undoing.

Thanks to The Creator’s predeterminations, an intervention designed to undo the harm done by the rebels has been undertaken. What Satan and Caligastia wrought — in time immemorial, by the Grace of God — by His Grace — I’m undoing. I’m a superhero — intervening.

In twitterfiction, the vice-presidency is at the heart of Marjorie Taylor Greene’s recent efforts to rebrand herself as a politician who can tailor herself and stand astride the divide between the party hard-liners and its more establishment, conservative hard-liners, hard-lining.

In twitterfiction I was once the most-followed person on Earth. Facebook’s reinstatement of me gives me rope; and hope. Terrifying’s the prospect of me, back on Facebook. And terrified are the powers that be of my really good looks. And my lying.

Given the gravity of the circumstances that led to my suspension, I believe my actions constituted a severe violation of the rules which I truly believe merit the highest penalty available under enforcement protocols. In twitterfiction, I’m truly, believing.

Asteroid 2023 BU will brush the Earth’s atmosphere — on the morrow. The passing of asteroid 2023 BU, I’ll webcast in twitterfiction, tomorrow. The Virtual Telescope Project will view Asteroid 2023 BU — January 26. That’s tomorrow. I can’t wait — until tomorrow’s — star-gazing.

Asteroid 2023 BU will brush the Earth’s atmosphere today. The passing of asteroid 2023 BU, I’ll webcast in twitterfiction, today. The Virtual Telescope Project will view Asteroid 2023 BU — January 26. What was yesterday has become today. I can’t wait until later today — tonight — star-gazing.

Observations have refined the asteroid’s orbit around the sun to assess how close its path would be to Earth. NASA has the mission to assess the threat of the rock to the Earth.
In twitterfiction NASA assesses the rock is no threat to the Earth, existing.

OH HAPPY DAY!

Oh happy day! When an Earth-shaking calamity triggers in humanity thanks to The Creator’s predeterminations, an intervention designed to undo the harm done by the rebels. What Satan and Caligastia wrought — in time immemorial, by the Grace of God — I am, undoing.

What Satan and Caligastia wrought in time immemorial, by the Grace of God, I am undoing. By the Grace of God; by His Grace; and by the actions and omissions to act of His created beings. This is an intervention on Urantia (Earth) designed to undo harm done by the rebels — yet — ongoing.

This happy new year announcement; this happy new year pronouncement of the new year of the rabbit. Tragically auspicious has been — thus far — the year of the rabbit. Tragically, Xi proceeds with his Taiwan plans — any asteroid and alien threat — notwithstanding.

Cometh — in every good story — a climax. Accordingly, cometh to the Earth what might seem, to the uninitiated, like an earth-shattering climax. Indeed what might might seem to the uninitiated like a climax, an end so to speak, may merely be, merely be — yet another — beginning.

What might might seem to the uninitiated, like a climax; an end, so to speak, is merely, another beginning. Ever cometh in every good story, a climax. Accordingly, cometh to the Earth what might seem, to the uninitiated, like a climax, earth-shattering.

Cometh — in every good story, a climax. Accordingly, cometh to the Earth what might seem, to the uninitiated, like an earth-shattering climax. Indeed what might might seem, to the uninitiated, like a climax; an end, so to speak, is merely, another beginning.

What might might seem, to the uninitiated, like a climax; an end, so to speak, is merely, another beginning. Cometh — in every good story, a climax. Accordingly, cometh to the Earth what might seem, to the uninitiated, like a climax, earth-shattering.

Ever cometh in every good story, a climax. Accordingly, cometh to the Earth what might seem, to the uninitiated, like an earth-shattering climax. Indeed what might might seem, to the uninitiated, like a climax; an end, so to speak, is merely, another beginning.

“For us to only put up the points that we did, that’s unacceptable. It starts with me. I’ve got to be better. There’s no other way to sugarcoat it.” It starts with Dak. There’s plenty of ways, in twitterfiction, to sugarcoat it.” Verily — truly artistic is my GOAT-like, quarterbacking.

Only seemingly do the ⁦Boys ⁩appear to be submissively submitting themselves to Purdy’s 49ers. This can’t appear, to America’s Boys, to be happening. Alas, America; verily — yer team is truly, fucked. And the Eagles, it appears, are once again, high flying.

This psychographic public service announcement; an epic poem, autobiographic. Everything that happens, it seems to me, was previously, determined. We’ve got knowledge and hubris; and narcissists, malignant. And we’ve got factory defects, a-multiplying.

We’ve got built-in factory defects, seemingly, a-multiplying. And we’ve got narcissists, malignant, up the Ying Yang. Witness me me. Witness, Elon. Everything that happens, it seems to me, was previously, determined. Cometh a convergence. That’s what’s happening.

Take 1803. Take one of the larger mass suicides of enslaved people. On being enslaved. It’s one of the most powerful stories of resistance, never taught in school. Of 75 Igbo people who took their lives not to remain enslaved; for — owner-others — laboring.

Everything’s predetermined. That — I’m afraid and relieved — is what’s happening. We brainwashed Homo sapiens are far more savage than wise. We’ve got knowledge. We’ve got hubris. We’ve got narcissists, malignant. And we’ve got factory defects, a-multiplying.

I’M CHILLING

I’m digressing. 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 drama yesterday; the day before yesterday; and the day before that. So today, I’m chilling. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. That’s when I remember why — we’re digressing.

It’s the year of the asteroid; it’s the year of the aliens. The Bulgarian mystic predicted both events for 2022. All of a sudden, it’s 2023. Clairvoyant, am I. Cometh an asteroid. Illegal subterraneans, are coming. It’s 2023. The proof is in the pudding.

Prophecy is to some extent; to some degree, uncertain. Brainwashed people, take comfort. Prophesy is subject to some degree of uncertainty. Imagine. In twitterfiction totally, incredibly, brainwashed. Imagine 10 years too early, a nuclear war, predicting.

Corecore’s a play on the name of the suffix itself. ‘Tis been best described as visual poetry meant to evoke raw emotion. As evocative, it’s described. ⁦GretaThunberg⁩ describes what’s happening, as described in the twitterfiction, that some are prescribing.

Recall that we brainwashed Homo sapiens are far more savage than wise. In addition, recall: Everything’s predetermined. That’s what I’ve been told. That’s what I’ve been sold on — in soirées — implausibly, near incredibly — lunar. That’s what’s been happening.

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

Like everything, prophecies are to some degree, uncertain. And people take solace in the appearance that prophesy seems to be subject to some degree of uncertainty. Imagine, for example, were Baba Vanga’s prediction by 10 years,
too early, a nuclear war, predicting.

People take solace. People take solace in the appearance that prophesy to some degree of uncertainty, is subject. It’s an illusion. Prophesies, like everything else, to some degree of uncertainty, are subject. In the usual case, that’s what’s happening.

It’s no man’s plan; what’s happening. In truth, what’s happening on Earth is a reflection of that ancient saying, “Man plans and God laughs.” For the record; what’s happening on Earth is predetermined. Predetermined is, what is — so spookily — happening.

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

Spooky is what’s happening. Universes. Created beings. Knowledge. Wisdom. And purpose. Accordingly, I’m both afraid and relieved at what seems to be happening. Cometh an asteroid, predetermined. Then the subterraneans, I’m told, 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.

Everything’s predetermined. That — I’m afraid and relieved — is what’s happening. There can be no doubt. We brainwashed Homo sapiens, are far more savage, than wise. We’ve got knowledge. We’ve got hubris. And we’ve got narcissists, malignant. We’ve got defects, multiplying.

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.