‘TIS APRIL 23 2024 AND I AM @realDonaldTrump NOT AGENT 007 AND AM IN LIEU OF AGENT 007 4547 AND AM WITH @JoeBiden AND WITH @XIJINPING AND DEATHTHEDESTROYER ANDWITHATIMETRAVELING ARTHUR AND WITH THE WATCHER THEAUTHORSOF #TWITTERFICTION THEAUTHORS OF NONFICTION THEAUTHORSOFTHETESTIMONYOFA 2795TH DAY SINCETHATJUNEDAYMAYDAY AUGURING ONCE — A 45TH — AUGURINGSTILL — A 47TH

I’m on trial. And 300 or so missing Palestinians have turned up a mass grave. Not all men are created equal. And what goes around, comes around. Once again, the formerly oppressed, now oppress. ‘Tis a bad look for me — for Israel and the Earthlings.

‘Tis a bad look for me. ‘Tis a bad look for Israel. And for the Earthlings. I’m on trial. 300 or so missing Palestinians have turned up a mass grave. Not all men are created equal. And what goes around, comes around. ‘Tis a bad look for me, Israel and Earthlings.

‘Tis a bad look for me. ‘Tis a bad look for Israel. And for the Earthlings. I’m on trial. 300 or so missing Palestinians have turned up a mass grave. Not all men are created equal. And what goes around, comes around. ‘Tis a bad look for me, Israel and Earthlings.

With Arthur‘s coming retirement, at the behest of The Watcher, I’ve taken over, OF MORONS AND ALIENS, writing. That’s what The Watcher says, is happening. At the behest of The Watcher, first Arthur, then me; psychographically, Arthur and me, have written.

I’ve taken over, since Art’s retirement, the composition of OF MORONS AND ALIENS. For a non-reader like me, ‘tis nothing less than a miracle. My previous books having been ghost-written, a miracle is my composition of this fiction; of this, nonfiction.

For a non-reader like me, ‘tis nothing less than a miracle that I’ve written anything. Everyone knows that all my previous books were, by others, ghost-written. Implausibly. Incredibly. I’m feeling proud of my composition of this fiction; of this, nonfiction.

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s fiction; and nonfiction. Witness, its trio of authors; The Watcher; Arthur; and me. Witness events in real-time, woven into the story. Witness a mass grave in Gaza. Witness the stream of consciousness, so evident in my writing.

Witness the events in real-time, woven into this story. Witness a mass grave in Gaza. Witness the stream of consciousness, so in my writing. Two hundred ten bodies have been disinterred thus far. Two hundred ten unidentified bodies — and still counting.

“The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now in this very room.” So says Laurence Fishburne’s Morpheus in The Matrixas he offers Keanu Reeves’s Neo the choice to find out just how “deep the rabbit hole goes”. Deeper and deeper, it seems to be going.

Now, just as Neo discovered that the “life” he’d been living was little more than an algorithmic construct, scientists and philosophers are arguing that we could be stuck inside a simulation ourselves. Well-ordered — ‘nature’ prefers — its things.

Nature prefers things to be as well-ordered as possible. Think, analogously of a computer deleting or compressing waste code to save storage space and optimize power consumption. I support the idea that we’re actually living in a Matrix-like, simulation.

The Matrix is everywhere. The Matrix is everything. Matrix Theory is the idea that the world is like a computer program, with a set of rules and algorithms that determine how things work. The Matrix is everything, everywhere. The Matrix is everything.

We seem living in a Matrix-like simulation. That would explain a lot. That would explain all the irony. I believe The Matrix is everything, everywhere. The Matrix is everything. A sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything.

THE WATCHER — ARTHUR — AND ME

Tehran is playing down the attacks and signaling no retaliation. Elsewhere, folks are calling for a ceasefire in the Gaza Strip, the release of hostages held by Hamas, an influx of aid for civilians in Gaza. And Israel holding off from Hamas, in Gaza, further attacking.

Gaza especially reminds of Charles Darwin’s survival of the fittest. Surviving today means standing a chance of surviving again tomorrow. Surviving today; and surviving tomorrow. The goal is simple. The waiting is awful. Goddamned awful, is the waiting.

Beware Iran, the ides of April. What’s passed, often remains, in the present. And extends into the future. Beware Iran, the ides of April. After Palestinian Prisoners Day; and after a military pride day, so unbecoming. Israel’s strikes, are on Friday, a-coming.

Palestinian Prisoners Day was the day before yesterday. The military’s parade day was yesterday. And today; today is the Ayatollah’s birthday. I’m thinking, the attack, in all due respect, may be upon the Iranians on, Friday. Between the lines, I’m reading.

The Palestinian Prisoners and Detainees Day was the day ere yesterday. Iran’s military parade day was yesterday. And today; today’s the Ayatollah’s birthday. The Israelis attacked on Friday. Between lines, I’m reading. Indeed, Israel attacked — on Ali’s birthday.

Beware Iran and Israel, the ides of April. What is past, often remains, in the present. And often, extends into the future. Beware Iran and Israel, the ides of April. I’m no prophet. But anyone one can predict futures simply by, between the lines, reading.

What’s passed; what’s in the past often extends into the present. And often extends even into the future. Beware Iran and Israel, the ides of April. I’m no freaking prophet. But anyone can predict futures simply by, between the lines, reading.

Great stories. Like great expectations, they’re invaluable. Witness, this story I’m telling. Coming soon to a theater near you; the greatest story ever told. Great expectations are invaluable. Mankind’s great expectations, The Watcher has me, imagining.

Of great expectations, mankind hasn’t an inkling. Accordingly, The Watcher has me imagining things. The Watcher has me imagining, lots of things. Positive, egalitarian things. Implausibly; incredibly; The Watcher has me imaginatively, writing.

Tehran is playing down the attacks. And signaling no retaliation. A ceasefire and the release of hostages; and an influx of aid for Gaza’s civilians. All, in time, shall come to pass. And Israel’s not holding off from Hamas, in Gaza, further attacking.

All in time shall come to pass. Israel’s not holding off on Hamas. A Deep State’s not holding off on me. Witness this greatest story never told; this greatest story never sold. Invaluable’s knowing the future’s knowable by, between lines, reading.

Beware Iran — and Israel — and Iraq, the ides of April. What is past, often remains, in the present. And often, extends into the future. Beware Iran and Israel, and Iraq, the ides of April. But anyone one can predict futures simply by, between bylines, reading.

Beware Iran. And Israel. And Iraq. Beware — all ye nations. Look to the moon. Look — to Luna. Invaluable’s knowing the future’s knowable by between the lines, reading. Great stories. Like great expectations, they’re invaluable. Accordingly, I’m writing.

At the behest of The Watcher, first Arthur, then me; psychographically, we have written. With Arthur‘s impending retirement, at the behest of The Watcher, I’ve taken over MORONS AND ALIENS, writing. It’s what The Watcher says, is happening.

THE IDES OF APRIL

On April 18, in Iran, units from its Army, Navy, Air Force and Air Defense, celebrate their missiles and drones. In Tehran the late founder of the Islamic Republic of Iran, Imam Khomenei; in his grave; in his interment, like a top — like a gyroscope, is spinning.

And so on April 17 on Palestinian Prisoners Day, I call upon the European Union and its Member States to take steps to address the wide range of human rights and humanitarian law violations faced by stateless prisoners and detainees, Palestinian.

Beware Iran, the ides of April. The hatred is palpable. What’s passed, often remains, in the present. And often, extends into the future. Beware Iran, the ides of April. Especially after Palestinian Prisoners Day; and after a military pride day, so unbecoming.

The ides may be taken more generally as the middle part of the month. Palestinian Prisoners Day was yesterday; parade day is today and the Muslim sabbath is tomorrow. I’m thinking, the attack, in all due respect, may be upon us on Saturday, I’m imagining.

And it came to pass on the 2787TH day. On the 2787TH day after the day when I descended the Trump Tower escalator. On tax day of 2024; on the 15TH of April. On the the 2787TH day, came to pass day one of my criminal trial. Stay tuned. I’ll be testifying.

On the 2787TH day came to pass, day one of my criminal trial. Stay tuned. Less than truthfully, I shall be testifying. On the 2787TH day following the day when I descended my Trump Tower escalator. Unlike most days, today has been, especially, taxing.

The People of the State of New York v. Donald J. Trump. My first criminal trial. ‘Tis everything I imagined. ‘Tis, beyond words, exciting. By 12, I’d nodded off more than once at my trial. Seating a 12-person jury for the trial needn’t be, so damn, boring.

‘Twas more than I imagined. ‘Twas quite exciting. More than ever before, I was the center of attention. Picking a jury though isn’t generally, all that exciting. I nodded off yesterday more than once at my trial. Seating a 12-person jury can be pretty boring.

On Earth, communities get oppressed for a while. Then oppressed get to oppress. To the victor, the spoils. To the victors, the perks, in addition. On Earth, to the victor, in addition goes, the commemorative privilege, of history, revising.

Civilizations, ofttimes oppress. Then the oppressed get to oppress. On Earth, to the victor, go the spoils and in addition, the perks. And in addition, a time-honored privilege of our shared history, revising. As is, to the victorious victor, grandly befitting.

In Gaza, the largest open-air prison on Earth, oppression seems permanent. The Urantians in Palestine and Israel have ceased to evolve. In Gaza especially, I am often reminded of the vicious circle of life; of alternating oppressors, taking turns, oppressing.

On Earth, this oppression — seems permanent. Karma and hubris, on Urantia/Earth, are super-abundant. In Palestine and Israel and in Gaza, especially, I am daily reminded of the vicious circle of life; and of an alternating, oppressing — and oppression.

By definition, this is fiction. Karma and hubris, on Earth, are abundant. In Palestine and Israel and in Gaza, especially, I am daily reminded of Darwin. And the survival of the fittest. And in addition, my time-honored privilege of our shared history, revising.

Gaza especially reminds of Charles Darwin’s survival of the fittest. Surviving today means standing a chance of surviving again tomorrow. Surviving today; and surviving tomorrow; surviving yields the privilege of the survivors’ shared history, revising.

THIS IS FICTION — AND NONFICTION

Make no mistake. Danger abounds. OF MORONS AND ALIENS is as much nonfiction as fiction. A clarion call — to arms; a call to act. But before we act — let’s imagine. We would do well to imagine how we got here, before with respect to Iran, rashly, acting.

All of a sudden Arizonans are grappling with what it means to live in a state where pregnant people, including victims of incest and rape, will be forced to continue their pregnancies. All of a sudden, OJ has passed. What was passé, is new, once again.

OJ has passed. Once upon a time, in far better times, OJ always ran. He never passed, back then. Our star-crossed paths, back then, often crossed. It’s no coincidence they’re crossing again. On practically the eve of my trial, once again, our paths, are crossing.

In better times, OJ ran. Passes, he reserved for the women who had the misfortune — not, to pass him by. They rarely passed back then. As socially prominent men, our paths, back then, ofttimes crossed. It’s no coincidence then, that again, they’re crossing.

Everything being predetermined, what once was passé, is new once again. So it’s been no surprise that on the eve of my trial, once again our paths, are crossing. It’s no coincidence then, that again, they’re crossing. Surreally, predetermined, is everything.

AN ATLAS, POETIC was subtitled once upon a time — The Wine and Cheese Miracles. The title and subtitle have since evolved. ‘Tis now — OF MORONS AND ALIENS; a panacea for Pangaea. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, The Watcher, is authoring.

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; ‘tis a poetic love letter to every inhabitant of Earth. Dovetailing cosmic, geological and socio-anthropological history (politics) with socio-political current events (more politics), OF MORONS AND ALIENS, incredibly, I’m authoring.

Dovetailing socio-anthropological history with socio-political current events is this all-time greatest love story that The Watcher and Arthur and me, are writing. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, three distinct entities, are authoring.

This greatest story ne’er ere told. It’s a story that The Watcher and Arthur and me, are writing. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, three distinct entities, are authoring, just as surely as Iran, even as we write, against Israel, is retaliating.

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s subject matters are vital. Its length, expected to come in at less than 300 pages, is remarkably brief. Its format is that of an epic poem. In verse, it compellingly addresses its intended audience; billions of global citizens.

The targeted audience therefore is as broad as can be. Each citizen of the nations is in verse addressed by the three authors of OF MORONS AND ALIENS. A UN free (to delegates) book distribution is anticipated. It’s part of my plan — for of marketing.

Human institutions are roasted; deservedly so. They feed us lies. We gorge ourselves. OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s nonfiction disguised as fiction. It’s a clarion call. And an algorithm. Grave dangers confront us. We must act.Begin — imagining.

It’s the contagious enthusiasm of our kids via that yet somewhat new medium, the internet, that may infect the rest of us and somehow save the world. Would that it does. What may save the Earth? ‘Tis the enthusiasm and imagination of the children.

The success of the several facets of the enterprise, book, movie, website and global cooperative depends most on those standing to inherit, a wounded planet. And that the point of origin may be Puerto Rico; ‘tis a rich irony, for stateless, Puerto Ricans.

NOTHING CAN STOP EARTH — FROM EVOLVING

Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? Who’s afraid of streams of consciousness? Former Taiwan President Ma Ying-jeou today was addressed by President Xi Jinping. Nothing can stop the reunion between Taiwan and China. Nothing can stop their, reuniting.

It’s a mad, mad world. Converging are the plot lines of MORONS AND ALIENS. Earth awaits — by an asteroid — being stricken; and a fateful visitation by aliens; illegals, I’m presuming. Predetermined was everything. And everything — is happening.

Maddening is hubris; individually; and collectively. Witness the mass hysteria surrounding today’s solar eclipse. Four hundred times bigger than the moon is the sun. And the sun’s four hundred times further. That made possible, yesterday, this eclipsing.

Four hundred times larger than the moon is the sun. And the sun is four hundred times further from us than the moon is. That made possible, yesterday, this total eclipse. That made possible yesterday, for many of us, a transformational, revelation.

Marjorie Taylor Greene claims the solar eclipse and recent earthquake are signs from God telling people to repent. She’s been fearmongering about ‘invading’ migrants and unlivable cities.’ So sayeth, Almighty God. Of a ‘blood bath‘, she’s warning.

So sayeth, God. So says Marjorie. Of a ‘blood bath‘, she’s warning. Marjorie claims the eclipse and recent earthquake are signs from God. Fear-mongering about invading migrants and unlivable cities. So Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene, is saying.

Individually and collectively, maddening, is hubris;. Witness the mass hysteria surrounding the eclipse. Four hundred times bigger than the moon is the sun. And the sun’s four hundred times further. And in the eclipse, The Creator, Almighty God is just saying.

Last October, Elon Musk warned that America is “sleepwalking”its way into World War III as it ratchets up its involvement in Ukraine and the Middle East; and in Indo-China. Sleepwalking its way into World War III is America. Everybody knows what’s happening.

COMETH — AN ECLIPSING

Maddening is hubris; individually; and collectively. Witness the mass hysteria surrounding today’s solar eclipse. Four hundred times bigger than the moon is the sun. And the sun’s four hundred times further. This makes possible, the sun’s eclipsing.

Predetermined is the fate of men, galaxies, asteroids; and even, illegal aliens. Predetermined, is everything. No one knows that. I thought I knew everything. But I didn’t know that. Evolution; it begets devolution. And vice versa. ‘Tis what’s happening.

This is MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s author (along with Arthur and me), is a celestial, not human. Witness Ukraine, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness April’s madness. Incredibly, it’s what’s happening.

Evolution begets devolution. And vice versa. ‘Tis what’s happening. Implausibly; incredibly; the author’s The Watcher. And Arthur. And me. Psychographic is MORONS AND ALIENS. It seems nonfictional but it may be fictional, given its time traveling.

My fundraiser this Saturday is aiming at bringing in more than $40 million to my campaign. Couples are being charged up to $1.6 million. Come dine with Melania and me; well maybe not Melania; she is yet to confirm her reservation. Pony up, $1.6 million.

Witness April’s madness. Note that March‘s penchant for madness is well-matched by the other months of the year. The madness continues in April. And everything that happens, is predetermined. Implausibly; incredibly, in hubris, we’re drowning.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan Province, also known as, Taiwan; and also known as the The Republic of China. ‘Twas a sovereign nation from 1912 to 1949. In 1949, it relocated to Taiwan, where, even today — it yet still, is presiding.

April’s madness shall prove to be every bit as mad as March. It’s a mad, mad world. Converging are the plot lines of MORONS AND ALIENS. Earth obliviously awaits, by an asteroid, being stricken; and a fateful visitation by aliens; illegals, I’m presuming.

Earth awaits, by an asteroid, being struck. And thereafter, a fateful visitation by aliens, illegal. Welcome to my Virginia Woolf-like stream of consciousness. Virginia Woolf; she didn’t know it; but she was a feminist; a feminist, no one ought be fearing.

My fundraiser’s now projected to bring in more than $43 million. Come dine with me; and perhaps, Melania; she’s yet to confirm her reservation. Welcome to Virginia Woolf-like streams of consciousness. Virginia Woolf, no one ought be fearing.

Virginia Woolf wrote of a woman whose thought had “let its line down into the stream” As the woman starts to think of an idea, a guard enforces a rule whereby women are not allowed to walk on the grass. Women lose their thought, by such rule, abiding.

Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness April madness, so maddening. How maddening must be valuing entertainment, over matters, existential? The proof is in the pudding.

Predetermined is the fate of men, galaxies, asteroids; and even, illegal aliens. Predetermined, is everything. No one knows that. I thought I knew everything. But I didn’t know that. Evolution; it begets devolution. And vice versa. ‘Tis what’s happening.

FOOLS DAY — ‘TIS EVERYDAY

‘Twas two days ago, April Fools Day. Ere that was the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21ST of Adar, 5784; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445. Predetermined is everything. Free will has its role. But largely predetermined is everything that on Earth, is happening.

Two days ago, ‘twas April Fools Day. And ere that day, ‘twas ‘the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445; the 21ST of Adar, 5784. To make America great again, I once promised Americans to build a wall. April fools! ‘Tis April Fools Day once again.

Forget not that The Watcher, MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing. Mankind’s priorities, are changing. Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness March madness, so maddening.

Note that March‘s penchant for madness is well-matched by the remaining months of the year. The madness continues in April. A given tho is that near everything that happens, is predetermined. Accordingly, in hubris, surreally, we’re drowning.

Every March now, there’s ever more of this madness, so damn maddening. Down to the Final Four is this year’s version of the tournament. That’s entertainment! It’s better I’m guessing than the gladiator-like games that in far away Gaza, are so damn maddening.

I’m facing, literally, dozens of charges. And a long stretch in prison. Everyone knows the main reason I’m running for president is to pardon myself if I get elected. And I see that fleeing the country may be my best option of my freedom, retaining.

Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? A hero. Or something. Illusory, as it turns out, is everything. It’s no wonder then that March madness is so maddening.

I’m a flight risk. I ought be tracked 24/7. I ought be wearing an ankle monitor. I have a plane. And a passport. I have a host of autocrats, all ready, to grant me asylum. Witness Putin in Russia. Fleeing the country may be my best option of freedom, retaining.

Facing dozens of charges, and possibly a long stretch in prison, everyone knows that the main reason I’m running for president is to pardon myself once elected. Fleeing to Saudi Arabia or Russia may be my best option, for my freedom, retaining.

Russia’s been linked to Havana Syndrome. Sixty years worth of scientific, government and journalistic reports are pointing a finger at Russia’s experiments and deployment of directed energy weapons. Directed energy weapons; it’s a top secret of Putin’s.

Joe won’t admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. For one thing; but if true, then it’s true too that such acts would be tantamount to a Russian act of war. Joe doesn’t want to go to war with Russians. Not with but just months to go, to the election.

With but months to go to the election, Joe won’t want to admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. Joe won’t want to even mention Russia. Rich is the irony of MORONS AND ALIENS. Rich is the irony in my epic poetry; of morons; and of aliens.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness the NCAA tournament. Every March now, there’s ever more and more of this madness, so damn maddening. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, as it turns out, is near, everything.

Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusory, as it turns out, is everything. Who doesn’t dream of being, somehow, special? Who doesn’t dream of being protected by their own personal, guardian angel? Illusory, as it turns out is, darn near everything.

‘TIS APRIL FOOLS DAY

‘Tis April Fools Day. ‘Twas yesterday, the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21ST of Adar, 5784; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445. What happens, is predetermined. Free will has its role, it’s true; largely predetermined tho, is everything that on Earth, is happening.

April fools! ‘Tis April Fools Day, once again. For fools, have I taken, the Americans. Witness every March now, ever more of this madness, so damn, maddening. The Wolfpack, at March Madness, is once again, in. ‘Tis April Fools Day in America, once again.

Joe won’t comment on Russia. Rich is the irony of MORONS AND ALIENS. Rich is the irony in my poetry; of morons; and aliens. For fools have been taken, by the Russians, the Americans. The Russians are yet sore about Alaska, to America, selling.

‘Tis once again, April Fools Day. ‘Twas yesterday, the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445; the 21ST of Adar, 5784. To make America great again, I once promised Americans to build a wall. April fools! ‘Tis April Fools Day once again.

For fools have been taken, by the Russians, the Americans. And the Russians, about Alaska, are yet, sore. They’re still miffed about Alaska, to America, selling. Russia’s at war with the Americans. America tho, its war with the Russians, officially, is denying.

’TIS EASTER SUNDAY

‘Tis Easter Sunday. ‘Tis the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21ST of Adar, 5784; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445. Near everything that happens, is predetermined. Free will has its role, it’s true. But largely predetermined is everything that on the good Earth, is happening.

‘Tis the 31ST of March of 2024; ‘Tis Easter Sunday. the 21st of Ramadan, 1445; the 21ST of Adar, 5784. Near everything that happens, is predetermined. Truly, free will has its impact. Still, largely predetermined is everything that on Earth, is happening.

Forget not that The Watcher, MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing. Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness March madness, so maddening.

Note that March‘s penchant for madness is well-matched by the remaining months of the year. Note that The Watcher writes, psychographically. A given is that near everything that happens, is predetermined. Accordingly, in hubris, we’re drowning.

Witness every March now, ever more of this madness, so damn maddening. Down to an elite eight is this year’s version of the tournament. That’s entertainment! It’s better I’m guessing than the gladiator-like games that in far away Gaza, are so damn maddening.

Russia’s been linked to Havana Syndrome. Six decades worth of scientific, government and journalistic reports are singling out Russia’s experiments and deployment of directed energy weapons. Directed energy weapons; it’s a top secret of Vladimir Putin’s.

Joe won’t admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. For one thing; if true, then it’s true too that such acts would be tantamount to a Russian act of war. Joe doesn’t want to go to war with the Russians. Not with but months to go, to the election.

With but months to go to the election, Joe won’t want to admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. Joe won’t want to even comment on Russia. Rich is the irony of MORONS AND ALIENS. Rich is the irony in my epic poetry; of morons; and aliens.

MARCH MADNESS — ‘TIS MADDENING

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness the NCAA tournament. Man, his priorities, is mismanaging. March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, as it turns out, is everything.

Hubris syndrome is associated with power. It’s most likely to deleteriously manifest itself, the longer the afflicted exercises power. And with the power, exercised. Thankfully, its symptoms abate when the afflicted person no longer, power, is wielding.

The longer the afflicted exercises power and the greater the power exercised, the greater, the downside. While symptoms often abate when the afflicted person no longer wields power. Clearly, that’s not the case with me. As president, I’m still, acting.

Hubris syndrome. It’s a real thing. We all have it. But some are more full of it, than others. Witness me. Witness also Presidents Kim Jong un, Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin. Clearly, that’s been the case with me. As president it seems, I’m still, acting.

That’s not the case, in my case. Hubris shall have a lot to do with our human potential, never achieving; or against all odds, achieving it. It’s in human hubris; it’s in what becomes of our imagining and what’s predetermined that determines what’s happening.

It’s in human hubris. It’s in imagining how to exercise our free will. It’s in imagining how best to commit a crime; or how to, more legally, spend our time. Hubris has a lot to do with our our potential, not achieving; or against all odds, our potential, achieving.

It’s in what becomes of imagining and what’s already been predetermined that determines what’s happening. Hubris has a lot to do with our human potential, not achieving; or against all odds, achieving it. It’s human hubris that determines what’s happening.

Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. Witness climate change and changing, migratory, patterns. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness in America, the NCAA tournament. It’s human hubris that determines what’s happening.

We Earthlings are as oblivious as oblivious can be. Science confirms: We see within a narrow band of the electromagnetic spectrum. We don’t hear, particularly well. Our sense of smell is similarly, limited. Oblivious as oblivious can be, are we Earthlings.

Such has been the case, in my case, also. Oblivious as oblivious can be, are we Earthlings. Our modest senses are enhanced — or stunted by our minds; by that metaphysical entity, within our brains residing. Oblivious as oblivious can be, are we silly, Earthlings.

In view of Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow, China, its options, is reconsidering. Imperfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. That notwithstanding MORONS AND ALIENS is a promising algorithm. In it are The Watcher’s instructions.

Imperfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity; much less, via poetry. That notwithstanding, MORONS AND ALIENS is a promising algorithm. In it are The Watcher’s instructions. But forget not that The Watcher — MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing.

Forget not that The Watcher, MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing. Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. Witness climate change and changing, migratory, patterns. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness March madness, so maddening.

HUMAN HUBRIS

Hubris shall have a lot to do with our human potential, never achieving; or against all odds, achieving it. It’s in human hubris; in what becomes of our imagining that determines that which, in whole or in part was predetermined. This, dear lector, I’m imagining.

Hubris has a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s an algorithm. In it are instructions; instructions I’ve been fated to deliver to the less than pitiful, Earthlings.

Plots are thickening. ISIS-K struck at Russia yesterday; last night at a concert, ISIS-K conducted a slaughter. Hundreds may be dead from the resultant fire, it is feared. There is fear in Moscow. Last night at a concert, ISIS-K a slaughter, was conducting.

ISIS-K struck at Russia yesterday; last night; at a concert, ISIS was conducting. Hundreds, it is feared, may be dead. There is fear — and loathing in Moscow. At its concert, ISIS-K, a complete symphony; a slaughter last night ISIS-K was conducting.

What madness is this? Witness these oh-so oblivious, Earthlings. They don’t know. They don’t know they’re Urantians, actually. They don’t know their own history. And they don’t know what the future hold in store for them. An illusion, is everything.

We don’t know. We don’t know we’re actually Urantians. We don’t know our own history. On top of everything, we don’t know what the future holds, for us, in store. Hubris has a lot to do with a lack, on Earth, of peace and prosperity. Illusion, is everything.

ISIS-K struck at Russia yesterday; last night; at a concert, ISIS was conducting. Hundreds in Moscow, it is feared, may be dead. In Gaza, the dead number in the thousands; in Ukraine, in the hundreds of thousands. And China, it’s options is considering.

The plots, on Earth, are thickening. And it seems that the pace of the happenings is quickening even as they thicken. Quickening is the pace of events. Witness Ukraine. Witness Gaza. Witness Moscow. Accordingly China, its options, is re-considering.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow. Witness China, its options, reconsidering. Hundreds in Moscow, it is feared, may be dead. And in Gaza, the dead number in the thousands; and in Ukraine, in the hundreds of thousands. China, it’s options is reconsidering.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow. And witness China, reconsidering. China, its options, is reconsidering. Imperfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS is an algorithm. And in it are The Watcher’s instructions.

Increasingly, all roads lead to Putin. And all roads, lead to me. Minding his legacy is Vladimir Putin. And me. It’s been Putin after all. The leader of a presumably fictional cabal, has gone, nonfictional. Just saying. Putin and me, over the cabal, are presiding.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness the NCAA tournament. Man, his priorities, is mismanaging.. March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, as it turns out, is everything.

March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, is everything. Witness Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow. And China. And Taiwan. And witness the NCAA basketball tournament. Man, his priorities, is mismanaging.

WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?

What madness is this? What madness is it that in March so afflicts the Earthlings? It’s always something. It’s always something, distracting. Began this week, in the United States, that madness that’s become associated, with NCAA, basketball, playing.

Began this week that madness that is the NCAA tournament. The madness, is telling. There is madness in Gaza; and madness in Haiti. It’s human hubris that is maddening. Began this week that madness that is March madness. And it’s most telling.

There is madness in Gaza; and madness in Haiti. There is madness, it seems, fucking everywhere on Earth. There is madness everywhere. Human hubris, on planet Earth, is maddening. It’s our human hubris that is, not surprisingly most maddening.

There’s lots to foretell. In Ukraine Putin is revising history. Israel’s doing its best to keep up with Russia. Hamas, is hunkering. And Taiwan awaits, what’s inevitable. In Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, are burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

MORONS AND ALIENS; at its core, an algorithm. The proof’s in the pudding. Witness the original 140 characters. ‘Twas perfect for when attention spans were short; and when distractions many. It’s making for an algorithmic education, most promising.

140 characters; times seven; that totals 980 characters. Long enough, in premium times, to highlight content. 140 characters times seven tweets total 980 characters. Short enough in nonfiction to up the chance that one’s content, someone, is reading.

980 characters; at well less than a page, it seemed perfect. Telepathy comes later. Telepathy may have a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace, prosperity. MORONS AND ALIENS; at heart, it’s an algorithm.

1960 characters. Before Jack sold Twitter to Elon, Twitterrolled out its new and improved algorithm. By doubling tweet’s capacity from 140 to 280, something metaphysical, I suspect happened. Telepathy has a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving.

Telepathy may well have a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS; at heart, an algorithm; in MORONS AND ALIENS are instructions I’m fated to deliver to Earthlings.

Elon’s been clear about his opinion of Biden from the beginning. Like me, Elon fears the state. Instilled in us is fear. Fear of the taxing, state. Elon’s not endorsing any candidate in particular. But he admits he’s “leaning away” from supporting Biden.

The proof, in nonfiction, is in the puddings. Even tiny you pulls the Earth to you. Ironies don’t escape me. November’s choice between Joe Biden and me; it’s a choice between autocracy and democracy. And nearly half of the electorate, in me, is believing.

November’s choice between Joe and me; it’s a choice between autocracy and democracy. Near half of the electorate believes in me. Everyone knows, that often, elections are rigged. Witness in Russia, last Sunday, Vladimir Putin; his opponents, crushing.

Everyone knows; all too often, elections are rigged. Witness in Russia, last Sunday; witness Vladimir Putin; his opponents, crushing. As more or less scripted, Vladimir Putin, this past Sunday, more or less crushed — his lackluster, and fledgling — opposition.

Hubris has a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s an algorithm. In it are the instructions that I’ve been fated to deliver to the pitiful, Earthlings.

MARCH MADNESS — SAINT PATRICK — AND GAZA

Saint Patrick. His is an incredible story. Captured by Irish pirates from his home in Britain, he was taken as a slave to Ireland. He writes that he lived there for six years as an animal herder before escaping and returning to Britain; to his family, returning.

Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday‘s story. Saint Patrick‘s Day we celebrated last Sunday. On the same day as Putin’s, landslide, election. There’s lots to foretell. In Russia Putin, nuclear war, is threatening. Putin, the head money-changer, history, is revising.

There’s lots to foretell. In Russia, Putin, with nuclear war, threatens. Putin, the head money-changer, history, revises. And if Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday then today begins March Madness. What madness is this? What madness afflicts the Earthlings?

If Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday then today begins March Madness. What madness is this? What madness afflicts the Earthlings? It’s always something. It’s always something, distracting. Begins today March Madness. Alas, I shan’t be participating.

There’s a lot to foretell. In Ukraine Putin’s revising history. Bibi in Israel’s doing his best to keep up with Putin. Hamas, is hunkering. Taiwan awaits, the inevitable. And in Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, may be burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

All these things, I’m foretelling; all these things and more. Verily, I’m no prophet. I’m no reader of tea leaves, seashells, cards and stars; nor entrails. It’s common knowledge that I’m an idiot. It’s common knowledge that I’m an idiot, over idiots, presiding.

Actually, it’s not common knowledge that I’m an idiot. And it’s not common knowledge that I’m an idiot, over idiots, presiding. Half the electorate believes in me. Fully half of the electorate, more or less, will vote for me. Victory in November, I’m foretelling.

I’m a reader of tea leaves, seashells, cards and stars. And entrails. It’s common knowledge. I’m an idiot. It’s common knowledge also that I’m an idiot, over idiots, presiding. Victory in November, I’m foretelling. Half of the electorate, in me, is believing.

Ironies don’t escape me. November’s choice between Joe and me; it’s a choice between autocracy and democracy. Near half of the electorate, in me, is believing. That I’m an outstanding idiot won’t matter. Autocracy, to the USA , may well be a-coming.

I’m an idiot-savant. A narcissist, malignant. Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. Some say I’m a genius. Who am I to disagree? Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. I’ve bamboozled nearly half of them. And I only need one half of them.

Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. I’ve bamboozled nearly half of them. And I only need one half of them. I’m an idiot-savant. A narcissist, malignant. Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. Some say I’m a genius. Who am I, to be, disagreeing?

I shouldn’t have to put up any money. I shouldn’t be forced to pay any money until the end of my appeal, I’m alleging.That’s the way my system of justice ought be working. To the Supreme Court’s Justice Clarence Thomas, implausibly, I’m appealing.

There’s a lot to foretell. In Ukraine Putin is revising history. Israel’s doing its best to keep up with Russia. Hamas, is hunkering. And Taiwan awaits, what’s inevitable. And in Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, are burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

IN RAFAH — HAMAS HUNKERS

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so apparently, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. In Rafah, Hamas hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And today Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may once again, be foretelling.

There’s lots to foretell. In Ukraine Putin’s revising history. Netanyahu in Israel’s doing his best to keep up with Putin. Hamas is hunkering. Taiwan awaits the inevitable. And in Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, may be burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

Ukraine. Taiwan. China. And Russia. All this too shall pass. Physical is the visible structure of the universe. But metaphysical is its nature. Thinking out of the box is a damn good thing. Accordingly, Occam’s Razor, metaphysically, I’m considering.

Largely metaphysical is the universe, I’m hypothesizing. My story has a joyous, happy ending. For all this too shall pass. Ukraine. Taiwan. China. Russia. True is what some say is a tall tale story. I’m thinking out of the box. Occam’s Razor, I am duly, reconsidering.

Nathan Wade has stepped down. What will Fani do next? Sexually, Fani will take it from here. Needless to say, Fani fucked up. Hubris strikes again! I feel for Fani’s father. Fani fucked up! And these salacious circumstances, gleefully, I’m celebrating.

Nathan’s the least of us. Fani fucked us all up. Still, I don’t see Trump petitioning the judge to let Nathan back on the case! But I can see Trump calling Nathan to the stand. Forget not Alina ‘I’d rather be pretty’ Habba. And a simmering plot, is thickening.

Hamas rejects defining Hamas’ attacks as terrorism, falsely claiming that his organization does not target civilians. Israel has denied targeting civilians also. More than 31,000 people since October 7TH have been killed in Gaza. Hamas has been counting.

More than 31,000 people since October 7TH have been killed in Gaza. Hamas has been counting. Hamas rejects defining Hamas’ attacks as terrorism. Hamas claims it does not target civilians. Israel has denied targeting civilians as well. Everyone’s lying.

In J-Lo’s new movie Lopez retells a Puerto Rican folk tale; a tale of two lovers whose doomed fates transform them; her into a rose; him into a hummingbird. Are we accordingly, so fated; fated to spend eternity, for another designated lover, ever seeking?

Is she for real? In her new movie’s opening narrative Lopez retells a real Puerto Rican folk tale; but who’s to say what’s real anyway? Narcissists; we’re a dime a dozen. It’s the malignant ones one must watch out for; malignant ones like me, I’m imagining.

Who’s to say what’s really real? And who’s to say what’s not? We narcissists are not to be trusted. We’re a dime a dozen; and mostly, harmless. It’s the malignant ones one must watch out for; malignant ones like me, are the most dangerous, I’m imagining.

It’s the malignants; it’s malignants that are most dangerous. Witness the characters and the settings in MORONS AND ALIENS. The characters and settings read like an international cast of autocrats and their capital cities. It’s the Watcher’s writing.

Witness Vladimir in Russia. And Xi in China. Witness Kim in Pyongyang. And Mohammed in Riyadh. The characters and settings indeed read like an international cast of autocrats and their capital cities. I’ll get the credit but it’s the Watcher’s writing.

For MORONS AND ALIENS, I’ll get the credit. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth; it’s a play on physics and metaphysics; and numbers and words. Psychographically — The Watcher’s writing.

ANOTHER IDES OF MARCH

All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women; merely players. What happens on Earth is a morality play. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth; it’s a play on physics. And metaphysics, I’m imagining.

Forget not that everything’s predetermined. Free will is largely a sophisticated illusion, not of free will, completely free. What’s happening between Israel and Hamas in Gaza; it’s a morality play, A morality play plays itself, on Earth — out. It’s what’s happening.

Urantia. Earth. Viewing everything in context, I view relatively, success and failure. Witness the irony in Korean American Special Counsel Hur. Just a generation removed from North Korea, Harvard’s Hur before Congress, just yesterday, was testifying.

Witness the irony in Korean American Special Counsel Hur. Just a generation removed from North Korea, Harvard’s Hur before Congress, just yesterday, before Jim Jordan’s Judiciary Committee, was testifying. Witness the ironies inherent in everything.

Ramadan began on Monday. Just a generation removed from North Korea, Harvard’s Hur before Jim Jordan’s Judiciary Committee, has been appearing. The government’s Special Counsel is the accomplished Robert Kyoung Hur; he’s no North Korean.

Ramadan has begun. Hamas is hunkered down in Rafah. And And Israel, as always, remains, hunkered down. Astonishing is the irony in this latest happening. As predetermined; as always. Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution — devolving.

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so apparently, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah, Hamas. It hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And, in but three days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, foretelling.

Witness converging events. Ramadan has begun. In Rafah, Hamas hunkers. In a few days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, once again, foretelling. The rubber meets the road. Aaron Rogers. RFK Jr. And forget not Elon, in the shadows, plotting.

In as few as two days Julius Caesar’s Ides of March may be, once again, foretelling. The rubber seems to be meeting the road. Forget not Aaron Rogers; and RFK Jr. And forget not Elon, in the shadows, plotting. Forget not especially, Elon. He is me, supporting.

Forget not, Elon. In as few as two days Julius Caesar’s Ides of March may be, once again, foretelling. How many will die in Gaza in these next two days? Forget not that everything’s predetermined. Free will is largely an illusion. That’s what’s happening.

Forget not that everything’s predetermined. Free will is largely a sophisticated illusion, not of free will, completely free. What’s happening between Israel and Hamas in Gaza; it’s a morality play, A morality play plays itself, on Earth — out. It’s what’s happening.

All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women; merely players. What happens on Earth is a morality play. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth; it’s a play on physics. And metaphysics, I’m learning.

What’s happening on Earth is a morality play. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth is a play on physics and metaphysics, I’m learning. What’s happening on Earth is a morality play. It’s about evolving.

SPECIAL COUNSEL HUR

At a crossroads. It’s where we are. Urantia. Earth. Witness the human condition. View everything in context. View relatively man’s successes; and failures. Witness Special Counsel Hur, just a generation removed from North Korea, just yesterday, testifying.

Witness Urantia. Earth. Witness the human condition. Witness the successful ants; and presciently think about the relative success; of ants — and men. Witness man’s successes; and his failures; view them relatively. Welcome to where, at a crossroads, I’m teaching.

View everything in context. View relatively man’s successes; and failures. Welcome to where, at a crossroads, I’m teaching. Everybody knows how highly I value virtue and my loyalty to me. It’s not — for nothing, “as predetermined,” I’m always saying.

Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. I defamed E. Jean Carroll again whilst campaigning in Georgia on Saturday. Just a day after I posted a $91 million bond. It matters. Big time. I predict later today, at 3 pm, a plenary, hearing.

I am — beholden. Astonishing are the ironies in this, my story. I defamed E. Jean Carroll again during a campaign speech in Georgia. It matters. It matters, big time. I predict a hearing at 3 pm today on issues including — to whom — have I become beholden?

Kaplan’s smart and takes no guff from either side. He expects lawyers to be professional and if they do not, holds them accountable. At 3 pm today, comes a reckoning. Just a day after I posted a $91 million bond, E. Jean Carroll again, I’ve been defaming.

I predict a hearing at 3 pm today. The issues include, to whom am I beholden? Kaplan’s smart and takes no guff from either side. He expects lawyers to be professional and if not, holds them accountable. At 3 pm today, I suspect, comes a reckoning.

Comes a reckoning. Or not. Implausibly, E. Jean Carroll didn’t object to the bond. No one appears concerned about any national security implications of the bond arrangement. Come and now gone was 3 pm; today, no one on my behalf, is appearing.

Ramadan has begun. Hamas is hunkered down in Rafah. And And Israel, as always, remains, hunkered down. Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. As predetermined; as always. Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution — devolving.

Astonishing is the irony in these earthly happenings; as predetermined; as always. Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so seemingly, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah — Hamas — is hunkering.

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so seemingly, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah, Hamas. It hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And, in but three days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, foretelling.

Witness Urantia. Earth. Witness the human condition. Witness the successful ants; and presciently think about the relative success; of ants — and man. Witness man’s successes and failures, relatively. Welcome to where, at a crossroads, I’m beseeching.

At a crossroads. It’s where we are. Urantia. Earth. Witness the human condition. View everything in context. View relatively man’s successes; and failures. Witness Special Counsel Hur, just a generation removed from North Korea, just yesterday, testifying.

Where we are. Urantia. Earth. Viewing everything in context, I view relatively, man’s successes and failures. Witness the irony in Korean American Special Counsel Hur; just a generation removed from North Korea, yesterday, before Congress, was testifying.

WITNESS EVOLUTION — DEVOLVING

Shit happens. Witness evolution, devolving. That’s when Earthlings shrug their shoulders and say, “shit happens.” ‘I’ve been warning of a Deep State, asteroids, aliens, Russia, Putin and China’s Xi Jinping all, a-coming. Witness, this evolution, devolving.

I’ve been warning of a Deep State, asteroids, aliens, Russia, Putin and China’s Xi Jinping, all, a-coming. Witness, evolution, devolving. Indeed, shit happens. Witness evolution, devolving. It’s when Earthlings shrug their shoulders and say, “shit happens.”

Unexpected things happen. ‘Tis to be expected. Witness, Rupert Murdoch re-engaging in Australia for a sixth time. And in America Jake Paul and Mike Tyson, at Jerry World, boxing . It’s no wonder we human beings have little idea of what’s happening.

Clueless are the Earthlings; as clueless, as clueless can be. Witness a planned evolution, devolving. That’s what, on Earth, is happening. Earthlings may say “shit happens.” Whether foreign nationals financed my surety, there’s no legal way, of knowing.

Whether foreign nationals financed my surety, there’s no legal way of knowing. There’s no legal way of knowing whether it’s Saudi money or Russian money that financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll. Not surprisingly, there’s no legal way of knowing.

There’s no legal way of knowing whether it’s Saudi money or Russian money that financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll. There’s no legal way of knowing who put up the money. Counterintuitively, both clueless and crafty, are the Earthlings.

There’s no way of knowing who put up the money. There’s no legal way of knowing whether it’s Saudi or Russian. I wonder who financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll? And who, rather than money lending, to me, was just merely, co-signing?

I wonder who financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll? And who, rather than money lending to me was just merely, co-signing? There’s no way of knowing who put up the money. There’s no way of knowing whether my money’s Saudi or Russian.

Shit happens. Witness evolution, devolving. Unexpected things happen. ‘Tis to be expected. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I’ve become popular, about the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, complaining.

There’s no way of knowing. Who put up the money? And who, merely co-signed? Who knows who’s bankrolling my appellate matters? There seems no way of knowing whether my money’s Saudi or Russian, or possibly even both. There’s no way of knowing.

A civil jury in New York last May found that I had sexually abused Carroll in 1996 in the dressing room of a Bergdorf Goodman store in Manhattan. I denied all that again yesterday. Predictably, yesterday, E. Jean Carroll once again, I was defaming.

Yesterday I was once again, E. Jean Carroll, defaming. Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. Imagine E. Jean Carroll hauling me back into court tomorrow. E. Jean Carroll, I suspect, back into court tomorrow, may be me, hauling.

Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. Imagine E. Jean Carroll hauling me back into court tomorrow. E. Jean Carroll, I suspect, back into court tomorrow, may be me, hauling. I suspect that back into court tomorrow, I’ll be grandstanding.

Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. I defamed E. Jean Carroll again whilst campaigning in Georgia on Saturday. Just a day after I posted a $91 million bond. It matters. Big time. I predict tomorrow, at 3pm, a plenary hearing.

SHIT HAPPENS

The unexpected happens. That’s when Earthlings shrug their shoulders and say, “shit happens.” ‘Cause I’ve been warning of a Deep State, asteroids, aliens, Russia’s Putin and China’s Xi Jinping; all a-coming. Shit happens. Witness, this evolution, devolving.

The Old Testament hints at plurality. The New Testament clarifies with the doctrine of the Trinity. The New Testament shows that God is three Persons; ‘tis a Father, a Son and a Holy Spirit. Old and New Testaments; ‘tis a continuum, for this time being.

Unexpected events, as expected, happen. Shit happens. That’s what the Earthlings say. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I’ve become unpopular, about the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, complaining.

The Deep State rigs elections; with its FBI; and with its CIA. With its agencies, foreign and domestic; with its federal agencies it rigs elections, all across, the Earth. Another mass shooting has happened. It’s a female shooter, this time. A backlash, is coming.

Albeit the outcome of any one of the 4 potential criminal cases focused on me remains unclear I do appear to be in hot water. The temperature’s rising. My goose is cooking. Goose is on the menu. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. My goose, is cooking.

Untrue were the allegations that I’d ignored the Covenant School shooting; that I focused then instead upon myself. Such allegations I’m counter-alleging are totally out of character. My character, as everyone knows, is totally unimpeachable. I’m not lying.

Another mass shooting. A female shooter, this time. A backlash is coming. Loyal to their country, my cultists are loyal to me. To any actual facts they are blind. Into my election campaign I’ll spin this mass shooting by a trans woman; this trans — mass killing.

I have falsely warned about a Deep State that society, is diabolically, unraveling. To facts they are blind. I’ll mix this shooting by a trans woman into my election campaign. Disproportionately significant I shall make, that trans, mass killing.

Yet another, mass shooting. Shit happens; that’s what Earthlings say. It’s a female shooter, this time. Oh shit! A backlash cometh. I have falsely warned them about Joe’s Deep State; about how society is unraveling. And now, verily, it’s happening.

Unexpected events, happen. Shit happens. That’s what the Earthlings say. I‘ve warned them about the Deep State; about mass shootings and an asteroid and aliens a-coming. I’ve warned them about Joe’s Deep State and about society’s unraveling.

Who’d a-thunk it? And who’d, aside from Baba Vanga, a-thunk 2023 was the year of asteroids and aliens? There are some such in the East; far fewer in the West, so I’m thinking. Needless to say, surprising shall be their coming; utterly, surprising.

Ukraine. Taiwan. China. And Russia. All this too, shall pass. Physical is the structure of the universe. But metaphysical is its nature. Thinking out of the box, is a good thing. So Occam’s Razor, I’m considering. Largely metaphysical is the universe, I’m hypothesizing.

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 a tall tale story. I’m thinking out of the box. Occam’s Razor, I am 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, from Occam’s Razor, its distillings.

CHOSEN HAVE I BEEN

Comes an asteroid. And come aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This senseless violence, I am, ending. Thanks to me, as predetermined, everything is changing. Chosen, have I been. Chosen too, the Jews and the Palestinians.

Along with Xi, Vladimir, Kim and Mo, chosen have I been. Chosen too has been a malignant narcissist named Elon; narcissists all, are we. Chosen too have been Jews and Palestinians. Chosen especially, have been, the bloodied Palestinians.

Chosen have I been. Chosen have I been, along with Xi, Vladimir, Kim and Mo. Chosen too has been one named Elon; narcissists all, are we. Chosen too have been Jews and Palestinians. Chosen too; bloodied Palestinians. Chosen especially, are the children.

Comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This senseless violence, I am finally ending. Thanks to me, as predetermined, everything is changing. Comes an asteroid. And come aliens, likely, illegal. Then cometh, with a Golden Rule, Earth’s transformation.

Thanks to me, cometh a Golden Rule. But first, even before the oncoming, Godspeeding asteroid; and even before likely illegal aliens, began today the rehabilitation of an insurrectionist. A corrupted Supreme Court began today, my candidacy, rehabilitating.

Began yesterday the rehabilitation of an insurrectionist. And a corrupted Supreme Court began today, my candidacy, rehabilitating. The cancer that has been Associate Justice Clarence Thomas, through Associate Justice Samuel Alito, is metastasizing.

Thanks to me, cometh a Golden Rule. But Justices Thomas and Alito in all fairness have more than done their part. They sickened the Court even as I wreaking havoc on the Grand Old Party. And Congress. And albeit Mitch has moved on, havoc I’m wreaking.

Chosen, are Palestinians. And Jews. Chosen especially are the children. Likewise, chosen have I been. And chosen have been also Xi, Vlad, Kim and Mo. Chosen also has been one named Elon; narcissists all, are we. And a vile malignancy, Clarence is spreading.

Comes a Golden Rule. After an asteroid. And after the aliens. Comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. Senseless violence, I am, ending. As predetermined, everything is changing. Chosen too are Jews and Palestinians. Chosen have I been.

Trump derangement syndrome. The term has mainly been used by my supporters to discredit criticism of me; reframing the discussion by suggesting that my opponents are incapable of accurately perceiving the world. Go figure! Chosen have I been.

Anosognosia is a condition where your brain can’t recognize one or more other health conditions you have. This condition isn’t dangerous on its own, but people with it are much more likely to avoid or resist treatment for their other health conditions.

Trump derangement syndrome. The pseudo-medical term is oft used by my supporters to discredit my critics. It reframes the issues. It suggests that my opponents are crazed. Or disingenuous. Go figure! Not by The Watcher — chosen have I been.

THE SEMITES

The Semites; Jews and Palestinians; Semitic peoples are both Jews and Palestinians. And they’ve been at one another’s throats, for ages. Since, at least, Cain slew Able. For ages, we’ve been at each other’s throats. As president, this blood-feud, I’m ending.

Eyes and ears only weakly enable. Largely disabled are we by the very senses with which we sense the universe surrounding us. We may wonder what is happening but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. So it’s no wonder we wonder, what on Earth, is happening.

Geopolitical climates are changing in tandem with changes, meteorological. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. And that’s not the worst of it. For an asteroid and some aliens are taking their sweet-ass time, arriving.

Rising temperatures drive wildfires, world-widely. But that’s not the worst of it. For a Godspeeding asteroid and some aliens are taking, their sweet-ass time, arriving. In tandem with changes, meteorological, on Earth, geopolitical climates, are changing.

Deadly violence in the Middle East spawns attacks. Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. Antisemitism; it’s not just a Jewish thing. Chosen, have been Jews and Palestinians. As predetermined, the combatants, long ago, were chosen.

Violence; it’s been around, since at least, when Cain slew Able. And we’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. And so this American carnage, must end. Accordingly, as president, this blood-feud, I’m ending. This tradition of senseless violence, I’m ending.

Cain slew Able. No one knows why. And it matters. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. This American carnage, must end. As the president, accordingly, this blood-feud, I’m ending. This tradition of senseless violence, I am, once and for all, ending.

No one knows why. No one knows why Cain slew Able.. Nonetheless, This tradition of senseless violence, I am, somehow, once and for all, ending. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. But everything’s predetermined. Everything’s changing.

This tradition of senseless violence I am somehow, ending. Once and for all. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. But everything’s predetermined. Everything’s changing. Comes an asteroid. And aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation.

Everything’s changing. Comes an asteroid. And aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This tradition of senseless violence I am somehow, ending. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. But everything, as predetermined, is changing.

Comes an asteroid. And aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This tradition of senseless violence, I am somehow, ending. Everything, as predetermined, is changing. This American carnage, must end. This carnage, I’m ending.

And so The Watcher, telepathically, writes. Physically, I do the actual writing; as did Arthur, once upon a time. This carnage must end. This carnage seems never ending. But this carnage, must end. Accordingly; implausibly; incredibly; this carnage, I’m ending.

THE SEMITIC PEOPLES

Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. And unfairly reviled throughout history have been the Jews and the Palestinians. Deadly violence in the Middle East is spurring attacks and fear, in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, heightening.

The climate is changing. There is a lesson therein. And there is a lesson herein. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. And that’s not the worst of it. the asteroid and the aliens are taking their sweet-ass time, arriving.

Earthly plots are converging. Aliens are taking their time, arriving. The National Review, has publicly come out against me. And Mitch McConnell is retiring. Not a moment too soon, Mitch McConnell is retiring. Unbelievably, it’s what, on Earth, is happening.

Elon Musk is blocking internet service for American troops in Taiwan. ‘Tis a breach of SpaceX’s contract with the Pentagon. I’ve sent Musk a letter, warning that he’s “putting US troops stationed in Taiwan in serious danger.” Elon Musk, China, is helping.

Elon Musk, America’s most important contractor, Russia and China, is helping. I have sent him a letter of warning. Some others in Congress have warned him as well. How is it that Elon wields such power and influence? How does such a thing happen?

Elon’s blocking of our troops‘ internet service is a breach of SpaceX’s contract with the Pentagon. I’ve sent Musk a letter. I’ve sent Elon a letter warning him that he’s “putting troops stationed in Taiwan in danger.” Elon’s motives are suspect, I’m suspecting.

Elon’s motives, I suspect. Like me, Elon’s a narcissist, malignant. He’s got his own agenda. Coincidentally, it resembles, my agenda. Elo doesn’t say the quiet part out loud like I do. But Elon’s got his own agenda. Elon’s got his secret plans, I’m imagining.

Elon’s motives, I suspect. Like me, Elon’s a narcissist, malignant. He’s got his own agenda. It resembles my agenda. He doesn’t say the quiet part out loud like I do. But Elon’s got his own agenda. He, like me, wants to rule the Earth. We’d rather be, dictating.

He doesn’t say the quiet part out loud. But Elon’s got his own agenda. Like me, Elon wants to rule the Earth. He’d rather be, dictating. But the deadly violence in the Middle East and in Europe is threatening to ruin everything. Violence is ruining everything.

Semites are the Jews. And Semites, also, are the Palestinians. Unfairly reviled have been the Jews and the Palestinians. Violence in the Middle East soaks the hallowed land. And fear in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, ethnic violence, is stoking.

Violence; it characterizes on Earth, the Earthlings. Blood-soaked is the Earth. Fear, in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, ethnic violence, stokes. To communities worldwide, violence is spreading. Like wildfire — it is spreading.

Less than increasingly awakened, are the Earthlings. We are a species with very limited capabilities. Our eyes and our ears weakly, enable. Nonetheless we’re largely disabled by the very senses with which we sense the universe. What on Earth, is happening?

Our eyes and our ears, only weakly, enable. Largely disabled are we by the very senses with which we sense the universe. We may wonder what is happening but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. No wonder we wonder what on Earth is happening.

4547

Recall my address to the UN; when I was the 45TH. I warned then of a clash of civilizations. Witness now, what’s happening. Witness now this clash of civilizations. And witness Hamas and Hezbollah and Islamic Jihad struggling at, misrepresenting, a civilization.

I recall my address to the UN when I wasn’t yet the 47TH. I warned then of an oncoming clash of civilizations. Witness, what’s happening. Witness this clash of civilizations. Witness Hamas and Hezbollah and the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, struggling.

The 45TH president of the nation, once upon a time, was I; the 47TH, I aim to be. And I was Vladimir Putin’s Agent #4547; again, once upon a time. But I’m a free agent now; witness Hamas, Hezbollah and the Islamic Jihad. Their secrets, I’m offering.

I was Vladimir Putin’s Agent #4547 once upon a time. However, I’m a free agent now. Witness Hamas, Hezbollah and the Palestinian Islamic Jihad. Israel’s secrets, I’m suspected, of stealing. I’m a free agent now. And I’ve got information, I’m selling.

Speaker Mike Johnson will do my bidding. Get ready for it. We’ll have a government shutdown. We’re finally going to shut down aid to Ukraine to help my mentor, Vladimir Putin. That’s what’s going to occur. I’m Agent 4547. Incredibly, it’s what’s happening.

The bodies of 5 people were discovered fatally shot at a home in North Carolina Thursday morning, news outlets are reporting, mere hours after a cold-blooded killing of 18 people, Lewiston, Maine. ‘Tis hard in a gun-toting America, for long, living.

‘Tis getting hard in this gun-toting America, for very long living. Gun violence in America is the leading cause of death of children. Longevities, overall, are declining. Who’d a thunk that once upon a time, ‘twas the Americans who were, the longest, living?

Allah decries the singling out of Englishmen, Americans or Frenchmen; or any of their allies. Smash not, their heads with rocks. Slaughter them not, with knives. Run them not over with cars. Throw them not, from high places. Murder them not, by poisoning.

Allah decries the murder of Semites whether Palestinian or Israeli; whether Muslim or Jew. Allah decries the murders of their allies; and the murders of their frenemies. Israel, Gaza, in increments, is being invaded. And Robert Card, was himself, murdering.

We are witnessing once again what a world without pity, we’ve been. What’s happening reads like the very best of fine fiction. That this is nonfiction has been a jaw-dropping, mind- bending, revelation. Unless ‘tis nonfiction, that’s not, so speculative, fiction.

Extraordinarily, what’s happening may be but an illusion of nonfiction; it’s been a jaw-dropping and a mind-bending revelation. This isn’t just remarkably, speculative, fiction. What’s happening is an illusion of remarkably, extraordinary, nonfiction.

In Palestine; in Israel; the UN agency in Gaza warned the world today that there are signs that “civil order is starting to break down” after “thousands” of people broke into its warehouses and its distribution centers. Man plans — and God laughs, it is written.

Recall my address to the UN when I was the 45TH. I recall my address to the UN General Assembly when I wasn’t yet the 47TH. But that was then. This is now. Nows become thens in a thing, folks call time. My clash of civilizations speech, bears, recalling.

My clash of civilizations speech is well worth recalling, as Israel, with a vengeance, takes on Hamas. The greatest story never sold on Earth is this — my story. It’s a story of antiheroic heroes. It’s a story of aliens and asteroids. It’s Hollywood-like, exciting.

FREE WILL ASIDE

The climate is changing. There is a lesson therein. And there is a lesson herein. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. That’s not the worst of it. Earthly plots are converging. And aliens are taking their sweet time, arriving.

Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves. And wildfires. But that’s not the worst of it. The aliens and an asteroid are taking their sweet time, arriving. Still, ‘tis late, in 2023. Just two months remain in 2023. These Earthly plots, are alarmingly, converging.

It’s hot as hell in the Middle East. These Earthly plots, seem inexorably, converging. Witness Hamas in Gaza, Israel, attacking. Israel hath, on Hamas, declared war. An Iron Sword hath been ordered. Iron swords upon Hamas, Israel, is reprising.

Unlike in 1948 Netanyahu has utterly failed Israel. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate him. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t save him. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, sufficiently eradicating. Earth, her girth tho, is flattening.

Unexpected have been these ironic plots; and these ironic, plot twists. More prevalent on Earth is illusion than man can imagine. Confounding; these plots and plot twists. But there is meaning in them. There is meaning therein. And meaning, herein.

Fortunately, there is meaning in our lives. Unfortunately, determining what it is, is a mission, near impossible. Fortunately (unfortunately, for me), there is meaning, herein. Find yerself a like-minded partner. Ye shall know me by my ravings.

What’s been predetermined — ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

Predicting the future; comes a day when prediction of the future is fashionable. As on the last day of last year. The last day of last year; it may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue; they are a key methinks, to what’s, surreally, happening.

12-31-23; it’s a serial number. It’s a shorthand date.
But unlike the shorthand forms of 12-31-23 in the preceding two centuries, the shorthand 12-31-23 of this century may be the only date in recorded history, an asteroid — and aliens, auguring.

Predicting future events; comes a day when the prediction of future events becomes fashionable. And potentially, profitable. Predicting future events; comes a day when the prediction of future events becomes as well, recreational, I’m duly — imagining.

Elon knew not of #twittere-z-e, much less #twitterfiction when he bought, for a song and a dance, Twitter. Elon underestimated then the metaphysical value that Twitter might bring to an already impressive list of more traditional, enterprising.

Elon knew not of #twittere-z-e and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. Ronny’s criticism of Haley; ‘twas a sign; Ronny viewed her as a threat. She’s now tied with him in Iowa. And ahead in New Hampshire. Living is hard. Easier, may be, dying.

Elon knew not of #twittere-z-e and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. He’s a master of the physical. But he dismisses the metaphysical. His predecessor Jack was equally as oblivious. Twitter; Elon and Jack; Twitter, they’ve been sabotaging.

Given only 280 characters, 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 most emotive part of yer content, must be, if possible, convincing.

A SERIAL — SYNCHRONICITY

Imagine a book as impactful as an asteroid. I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so metaphysically impactful that its impact physically transforms the Earth. A book capable of brains, rewiring, and hearts, jump-starting. ‘Tis a poem, The Watcher’s, writing.

‘Tis such a poem that The Watcher’s writing. Deluded, was Arthur. Deluded, am I. As are we all. Effectively, we haven’t a clue. Comes an asteroid. But by the Grace of Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, everything’s predetermined. Cometh also, alien beings.

The predicted time for the asteroid’s arrival has passed. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening. My best guess is that that’s what’s happening.

2023’s over. It may not be time for the asteroid. It may not be time for the aliens. It is what it is if it’s 2024 and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin — new arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

2024 beckons. I’m moving on from 2023. I’ve noticed an oddity; the last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. Perhaps, it’s not a synchronicity; perhaps, just a coincidence. Still, I wondered to myself, “What are the odds? What odds is Vegas, giving?”

2024 beckons. I’m not stuck on 2023. That’s because it’s not enough that the last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. “What are the odds,” I’d wondered to myself. What odds is Las Vegas giving, in the event of an asteroid, on that date, the Earth, striking?

That last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. And so I’ve wondered to myself; “What are the odds?” What odds may Las Vegas be giving in the event of an asteroid striking? On the last day in 2023, what are the odds of an asteroid, Earth striking?

On the last day in 2023; what are the odds of an asteroid, Earth striking? The last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. And I was stricken by the oddity. What are the odds of an asteroid, on the very last day of a most eventful, 2023, Earth striking?

On Earth, 2023 was eventful. There have been coups. And there have been invasions. The coups and the invasions on Earth in 2023 have been plentiful. Ukraine has been invaded. Israel also has been invaded. Taiwan — its invasion — is awaiting.

12-31-23. I recall the last day of 2023. ‘Twas the last day of 2023 I’d been imagining might be the day of the arrival that an asteroid; and aliens to boot; a most dramatic day, it might be. 12-31-23. ‘Twas the last day of 2023. And it passed, without happening.

I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so impactful that its impact, transforms, the Earth. A book capable of hearts, jump-starting and brains, rewiring. ‘Tis a poem, Arthur started. ‘Tis a poem, I took over from Arthur. But ‘tis the Watcher’s doing, this writing.

This writing is The Watcher’s. I’ll get the credit for it; I get the credit for everything. And it’s not just because I’m co-authoring. I happen to know, everything‘s, predetermined. Implausibly; incredibly; what was predetermined — ‘tis what’s gonna happen.

What’s been predetermined; ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of the year may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities ; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

IMAGINING AN IMPACT

Imagine boundary-pushing work! Work capable of rewiring brains and jump-starting hearts. A work capable of erasing boundaries in its addressing of what a poem can be; and what a poem can do. Imagine that impact! That’s what I’ve been imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. This is in accord with what my co-author, The Watcher’s, been watching. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Ever shooting off at the mouth; ever less than circumspectly, answering. Seemingly, Elon and I, are forever — misspeaking.

In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. ‘Tis a rat race. Witness what’s happened. Witness what’s happening. The caveman, the nomad and the farmer have largely given way to the urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. We humans are evolving.

‘Tis a rat race on Earth. Witness what’s happened. Witness what’s happening. The cavemen, nomads and farmers have largely given way to urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. Witness Hamas. We humans devolve, even as we’re evolving.

Witness Hamas. Atrocities are nothing new. Burning folks alive; and slicing open the wombs of expectant mothers, to deliver their babies, prematurely; Hamas isn’t innovative. Mankind is devolving, even as, we’re evolving. ‘Tis just — what’s happening.

Elon once said that what Israel is doing is creating more Hamas members than it is killing; that its enterprise, was therefore, foolish. Elon Musk was in Israel yesterday. Saving reputations, is Elon Musk. And his, is suffering. But in Hamas, Elon sees, a killing.

In Israel, has been Elon Musk. He was once there in the aftermath of one of his many, remarkably revealing comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business was suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

In the Gaza Strip’s Hamas a self-envisioned, visionary sees, in its wanton killing, a killing. Elon sees, in this maelstrom of circumstances — a perfect storm. I see it as well, that way, for me. We visionaries have foibles too. Just like, plain folks, I’m imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. Just like regular folks. This is in accord with what The Watcher’s been watching. We visionaries have foibles too; we sure do. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Shooting off at the mouth. Ever less than, circumspectly, answering.

Elon once said that what Israel is doing is creating more Hamas members than it is killing; that its enterprise, was therefore, foolish. Elon Musk was in Israel recently. Saving reputations, is Elon Musk. And his, is suffering. But in Hamas, Elon sees, a killing.

In Israel recently was Elon Musk. He was there in the aftermath of his recent, remarkably revealing, comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business is suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

2023 has passed. That means it’s past time for the asteroid’s arrival. The alien arrival is now set for 2024 and not 2023. 2024’s now when scheduled are the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

COMETH A GOLDEN RULE

With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving. And with The Watcher, writing. Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after, an asteroid. Not until after, the subterraneans, show. Over the ages they have shared the Earth with us. And so I innovate, as I imagine.

Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after our collision with an asteroid. And not until after the subterraneans, show. Over the ages they have shared the Earth with us. The nations know what their citizens, don’t. And so I innovate, what I imagine.

Luridly entertaining is the tragicomedy we’re living. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic. Witness births and slavery. Witness weddings; and honor killings. Witness domestic relations and relations, international. Luridly entertaining, are the tragicomedies, we’re living.

Witness the miracle of birth and the horror of involuntary servitude. Witness weddings and honor killings. Witness domestic relations and international relations. Lurid are the tragicomedies that were surviving — but not necessarily — living.

In China the people welcome the year of the Dragon. 2024. ‘Tis the Year of the Dragon Light — yer lantern. And fear — a fictional Dragon — in nonfiction. Read all about it at http://chachomanopapa.com #twitterfiction. It’s what’s happening.

With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving; and with The Watcher, writing. Comes soon, the Golden Rule. But not until after, an asteroid. Not until after the subterraneans, show. Over the ages they have shared the Earth with us. And so I innovate, as I imagine.

A FORCE OF NATURE

‘Tis not easy being me. As rich. And as famous. That I’m actually infamous, doesn’t matter. Fear me. I am become a force of nature. Witness, the Republican Party. ‘Tis not easy being me. But The Watcher advises me that I am yet to be, over the Earth, presiding.

Fear me. I am become a force of nature. Witness, the Republican Party ere me. And witness it now. ‘Tis not easy being me; nor any of my brave fans. But the news gets even better. The Watcher says that I am to be, over the whole Earth, presiding.

The Watcher knows, I too, know. In our soirées on the moon; in our nightly soirées there, The Watcher’s told me that I am yet to be, in some near future, over the entire Earth, presiding. Novels oft, are written in prose. In rhyming verse tho, I’m writing.

Typically, novels are written in prose. That need not be. Optimistically, I’m hoping to write mine, in verse. And because I’ll need help, psychographically, I’m writing. The wise man knows. We are all but actors on a stage. That’s what we are, I’m imagining.

Novels often, are written in prose. But that need not be. I’m hoping tho, to write mine, in verse. But because I’ll need help, psychographically, I’m writing. I know. We are all but actors on a stage. A simulation is our perception of reality, we are, I’m imagining.

Simulation theory; it’s a hypothesis proposing that our perceived reality is a powerful computer simulation, created, possibly, by a higher being. That is to say; everything we know and that exists is simulated; or that the world itself, is a simulation.

Mathematicians have proved that a universal computing machine can create an artificial world itself capable of simulating its world and so on ad infinitum. Simulations nest inside simulations, inside simulations: each, an independent simulation.

And just as scientists can terminate experiments experiment and simulations when they no longer provide useful data, so too can our overlords pull the plug on any experiment or simulation. At any time. Without notice. And without any warning.

‘Tis a matrix we’re living in. Just as scientists terminate simulations. when they no longer provide useful data, so too can our Creator pull the plug on any simulation at any time. Without notice. Without warning. ‘Tis a matrix that we’re living in.

Novel’s the novel not in prose, but in verse, written. And The Watcher says that I am yet to be, over the Earth, presiding. Fancy that! And I do! I am to be the global dictator. And I shall rule, benevolently. Comes soon a Golden Rule. I innovate. I imagine.

I am destined to be, of the Earth, its global dictator. And I shall rule Urantia (Earth) benevolently. Comes soon, a Golden Rule. But not until, methinks, after an asteroid. And after some so-called, aliens. I innovate. I imagine. And with Occam’s Razor, I’m reasoning.

Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after, methinks, an asteroid. And after some, so-called, aliens; the possibly subterranean civilization that over the ages has shared the Earth with us. I innovate. I imagine. With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving.

With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving. And with The Watcher, writing. Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after,, an asteroid. Not until after show, the subterraneans that, over the ages have shared the Earth with us. And so I innovate. And I imagine.

THE TALE OF GENJI

As earthshaking as the asteroid that’s scheduled to strike shall the Earth; as groundbreaking may be, my landmark discovery. Typically, novels are written in prose. That need not be. Optimistically, I’m hoping. And so psychographically, I’m writing.

I looked up ‘novel.’ ‘Tis defined as a fictitious prose narrative of considerable length with some degree of realism. Prose, and not, poetry; typically, novels are written in prose, and not, poetically. But that needn’t be, necessarily. That’s what I’m hoping.

In The Tale of Genji, the hero is raised as a commoner but it’s no secret that he’s the emperor’s kin. Beloved as Genji is for his looks, intellect and talents, he’s far from perfect. Unlike Genji tho, I’m a perfect superhero. More importantly, a hero, super-enabling.

Written by a noblewoman known only as Murasaki Shikibu, this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction predates the term ‘novel’. Murasaki Shikibu‘s The Tale of Genji; ‘tis most revealing. The work is poetic. And it hath been for me, really, surreally, inspiring.

Murasaki Shikibu’s — The Tale of Genji; for multiple reasons, The Tale of Genji is most entertaining. More importantly, Shikibu’s 11th-century entertainment, mirrors our own. The Tale of Genji has been, as it turns out, most invaluably, revealing.

The Tale of Genji. It may be the world’s first novel, its first psychological novel and the first novel to be considered a classic, in the context of Japanese literature. The Tale of Genji; It hath been for me, an already accomplished author, awe-inspiring.

The Tale of Genji; unless ye are are among the few Japanese scholars knowledgeable enough to read it, too few shall know it, so intimately. Who’d a thunk this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction might be, to modern humans, so, invaluably, revealing.

The Tale of Genji has been inspiring. Shakespeare and The Tale of Genji; and MAGA and NOLA. I am the grift that keeps on giving. When once again president I’ll have my Supreme Court rule on MAGA. And NOLA, to the French I’ll be, the blacks there, selling.

When once again president I’ll have my Supreme Court rule repressively on MAGA. And have my Supreme Court rule conservatively, on all things, NOLA. NOLA, I’m not supporting.. To the music-loving French I’ll be — the blacks they’re — selling.

Can’t help but love New Orleans. The jazz. The beads. The cadence. The beat. There’s funky music. And verse. But there’s so much more to this psychographic writing than that. ‘Tis in its conflicts that The Tale of Genji, as a novel —itself — is identifying.

‘Tis conflict. ‘Tis conflict that identifies a novel as a novel. And there’s no want for the near constant conflict on Earth, herein. There’s lots of conflict on Earth. This is Agent 4547’s story. And I’m the gift, say the Democrats, that selflessly, ever keeps on, giving.

President Putin’s former Agent 4547. I am, who I am. The 45th president of the United States is who I am. To Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, I was once, beholden. To Vladimir, and to his cabal. But that was then and this is now. The climate’s changing.

The climate’s changed. Climatologically and geopolitically, climates, are changing. Like the imperfect Genji though, I am nonetheless, super-enabling. I’d say I’m perfect. Everyone’s got a right to their opinion. Everyone’s got a right — to be mistaken.

Climatologically and geopolitically, the climates, are changing. That helps make this story, compelling. Surreal elements make seem nonfictional, this work of fiction. Metaphysics makes, lines blur. MORONS AND ALIENS — ‘tis ambitiously — about everything.

THE FIFTH EPOCHAL REVELATION

What’s in the Urantia Book may not be discovered elsewhere; in Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu scriptures (such as the Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas) and the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana, I’m suggesting.

See the Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas. Read the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana. And read the Fifth Epochal Revelation. That’s what, for humanity, humbly, I’m demanding.

After Creation. After a Big Bang. An expanding universe features huge black holes. The Urantia Book’s cosmology is unprecedented. But it occurs to me that the explanations offered by the Urantia Book explains what happening better than anything.

After Creation. After a Big Bang. Agent 4547 is running again. From the law. For the presidency. And once China, is Taiwan attacking, a global, dictatorship. Cometh therefore, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Unbeknownst to us is what is, surreptitiously coming.

Once China, Taiwan attacks, my global dictatorship may materialize. That may be what happens if I’m the president when China attacks Taiwan. Cometh therefore, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Surreptitiously, unbeknownst to us is, what is coming.

As a general principle unbeknownst to us is what is coming. Knowledge of the future; As a general principle, that’s knowledge, prohibited. Nonetheless, I just so happen to know. An asteroid and aliens; as predetermined, in tandem, are coming.

I draw inspiration from Navalny and Haley; from folks, ye might not expect. I’m more complex than my cultists think. I’m more complex than most Americans think, for that matter. I’m no prophet. It’s just that Agent 4547 knows, ahead of time, what’s happening.

Agent 4547 obviously knows, ahead of time, what’s happening. I’m more complex than my fucking cultists think. I’m more complex than most Americans think, for that matter. I’m no prophet. It’s just that from Navalny and Haley, I’ve drawn, inspiration.

I’m no prophet. Obviously, everyone ought know what I now know. I’ve been working for the Russians. Agent 4547 knows, ahead of time, what’s happening. Generally prohibited is knowledge of future events. Agent 4547 tho, knows lots of things.

Just as obviously, any son of Fred Trump who grew up to be the most charismatic crook who’s ever lived; who grew up to be the most top secret Russian agent (code numbered 4547), and that’s won his nation’s highest awards, is, on Americans, is spying.

Any son of Fred Trump who’s grown up to be the most charismatic crook who’s ever lived; who grew up to be the most top secret Russian agent (code numbered, 4547); and that has won his nation’s highest awards, has been on America, spying.

UNBEKNOWNST TO US — IS WHAT’S COMING

Recapitulating our story thus far. Agent 4547 is running again. From the law. For the presidency. And once China, Taiwan attacks, global dictatorship. Cometh therefore, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Unbeknownst to us is what is, concurrently, coming.

We may not ever see Vladimir Putin imprisoned. Locked up in a penal colony in the Arctic. Freezing his fucking balls off. Karma’s a bitch. But not necessarily. Sometimes, crime, pays richly. Consider the cases of Idi Amin, the Crown Prince and Vladimir Putin.

Karma’s a bitch. Or not. Consider the cases of Idi, Mohammed and Vladimir. And consider the case of Mark Twain. Mark Twain predicted the exact date of his own death. And the exact date of his death was the same as the date of his birth. I’m not kidding.

Mark Twain predicted the exact date of his own death. According to the book “Mark Twain: A Biography,” in 1909 he was quoted as saying: “I came in with Halley’s Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year and I expect to go out with it.” I’m not kidding.

I’m not kidding. But Mark, perhaps was. Mark Twain perhaps, was just kidding when he said what he said. It’s within the realm of possibilities that what he said was meant as a prediction. Or when Mark said what he said, maybe he was kidding.

I’m just kidding. Or not. Don’t ye just hate people like me? People that say outrageous things only later to say that they were just kidding. I hate that. I hate it when I do that. Actually, I only say I hate it. Actually, I love it. I love, if possible, mean, being.

For me, such a long-time admirer of Mr. Grinch, it’s been cool, being mean. I’ve come a long way; a long way, baby. And my trajectory; from Dr. Seuss type fare to headier, more thought provoking fare; fare like the Urantia Book is fare, more awe-inspiring.

The Urantia Book; it’s been a phenomenon; it’s been a phenomenon, fascinating: a phenomenon, provocative. The Urantia Book is fare, more than Dr. Seuss, inspiring. It’s inspired me to be a national dictator ere the planet Urantia, transforming.

Creation. The Big Bang. An expanding universe, featuring, huge black holes. The Urantia Book’s cosmology is unprecedented. But it occurs to me that the explanations offered by the Urantia Book explain, better than anything, what on Earth is happening.

Recapitulating our story thus far. I’ve read all about it. I’ve read all about it in the Urantia Book. What’s not covered in the Urantia Book, I cover here — at chachomanopapa.com. Except for the life of Jesus, the Urantia Book, my story, largely, is missing.

What’s not in the Urantia Book may be discovered elsewhere. See chachomanopapa.com. Excepting the life of Jesus, from the Urantia Book, my story’s missing. The Urantia Book explains a lot. And my complement to it is, MORONS AND ALIENS.

Excepting the life of Jesus and other events in human history from the Urantia Book, my story’s missing. So my complement to it is, MORONS AND ALIENS — THE WATCHER’S SLEEPYTIME STORIES. My personal story — from the Urantia Book, is missing.

What’s not in the Urantia Book may be discovered elsewhere. See the Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu scriptures (such as the Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas) and the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana, I’m suggesting.

See the Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu scriptures (such as the Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas) and the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana. The And read the Fifth Epochal Revelation. That’s what, humbly, I’m demanding.

POWER TO THE POETS

In the Urantia Book, I’ve found meaning. Surreally, I’ve found meaning. Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; it’s my story; it’s your story, also. God is experimenting.

There’s a power in words that, in modern history, up until now, has remained untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; it’s my story; it’s your story, also. God, it seems, recreates. And God is experimenting. Witness alarming, soothing, words, I’m writing.

Witness the power of words. They are yer content. And yer words, may be amplified, if nuanced. If accompanied by still pictures and/or video clips. Then witness yer all gussied up words. Or alternatively, witness my words, both alarming, and soothing.

There’s been a power in words that’s been up until now, unknown; that’s been, up until now, untold. I’m only telling it now. And that I’m only telling it now; now on the 2731ST day on the 19TH of February; in 2024, is revealing. At long last, I’m rebelling.

At long last, against rampant nationalism and religionism; against the powers that be; against the nations, I’m rebelling. That I’m only telling it now; now on the 2731ST Day; on the 19TH of February in 2024, ought be to dear lector, most revealing.

That I’m only telling it now happens to be most revealing. Witness our story so far. Agent 4547 (moi) is running again. From the law. And for the presidency. And once China, Taiwan attacks, the die shall be cast. Unbeknownst to us is — what’s happening.

There is presidential immunity in Russia. In America though there isn’t, Liz Cheney wrote on X, referring to Putin and Alexei’s murder, which, predicts Yulia, on Putin, is backfiring. On the death of Alexei in an Arctic penal colony, his cold ass, freezing.

There may be presidential immunity in Russia. In America though, there isn’t. In regard to her husband’s assassination, predicts his widow Yulia, that Putin’s murder may be upon him backfiring. We may yet see Putin in an Arctic penal colony, freezing.

As punishment for his crimes, Russian citizens may yet see Putin in an Arctic penal colony; freezing his balls off. But don’t count on it. We may not ever see Putin in an Arctic penal colony, his balls freezing, Karma’s a bitch. Then there’s Idi Amin.

Idi Amin was forced to flee when Kampala was captured. Seeking refuge in Libya, he later moved to Saudi Arabia. There, it has been reliably reported, he lived comfortably until his death in 2003. Now, it’s 2024. For the Crown Prince, Karma’s, closing in.

We may not ever see Vladimir Putin imprisoned; locked up, in an Arctic, penal colony; freezing his fucking balls off. Karma’s a bitch. But not necessarily. Sometimes, crime, pays richly. Consider the cases of Idi Amin, the Crown Prince and Vladimir Putin.

Sometimes being criminal pays richly. Consider the cases of Idi Amin, the Saudi Crown Prince and Vladimir Putin. We may not ever see President Vladimir Putin imprisoned; locked up in an Arctic penal colony; freezing his fucking balls off. Karma’s been bitching.

Recapitulating our story thus far. Agent 4547 is running again. From the law. And for the presidency. And once China, Taiwan attacks, the die shall be cast. Cometh then, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Unbeknownst to us is what is also, concurrently, coming.

GOD IS EXPERIMENTING

There’s been a power in words that’s been up until now, unknown; that’s been up until now, untold. I’m only telling it now. And that I’m only telling it now; now on the 2730TH Day; on the 18TH of February; in 2024, is revealing. At long last, I’m rebelling.

That I’m only telling it now; now on the 2730TH Day; on the 18TH of February in 2024, ought be to dear lector, most revealing. At long last, against rampant nationalism and religionism, against the powers that be; against the nations, I’m rebelling.

And on the 2730TH day I met cision.one; offering multichannel media monitoring across 196 countries in 69 languages with exclusive access to full-text, paywalled content from Dow Jones, Barron’s, et. al. My antennae, gigantic red flags, are conjuring.

I didn’t meet cision.one, actually. And cision.one, perhaps, doesn’t actually know me. But when I couldn’t access their link, I became suspicious. And they turned out to be an artificial intelligence (AI), enterprise. My antennae, a gigantic red flag, is conjuring.

I didn’t meet cision.one. Cision.one doesn’t know me. But when I couldn’t access their link, I became fucking suspicious. They turned out to be an AI enterprise. My antennae, red flags — are conjuring. My content, I fear they are, surreptitiously, harvesting.

Cision.one; They turned out to be an AI enterprise. My antennae, red flags conjured. My content, I fear they’re harvesting. My content, I suspect, they’re harvesting. It’s that modern day, highway robbery. It’s nothing less than astonishing.

The greatest! I’m nothing less than the greatest. And this is the greatest story ever told. It’s got conflict. It’s got characters. And it’s got content. And cadence. Into boatloads of tragedy, I’ve sprinkled in spicy irony. It’s The Watcher’s ironies, I find most transfixing.

Into boatloads of tragedy, I’ve sprinkled in some spicy irony. It’s The Watcher’s ironies, I psychographically find, most illustrative. This story of mine; The Watcher is convincing me that this story of mine is at the heart, on Earth, of God’s, experimenting.

Incredibly, from mounting geopolitical crises, Arthur and me, the Earth are saving. All I know is that — like Socrates, I know nothing. Like Socrates, I am wise. I know nothing. Pelé was great. Messi’s a magician. Still, all I really know is that I know nothing.

All I know is: I know nothing. Nothing; except to do what I’m told by The Watcher. He knows it all. The Watcher‘s the author of this writing, psychographic: It’s Morons and Aliens. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories; invariably; they always get me snoring.

The Watcher. She (or he) is an Angel. Like Allah God Jehovah Yahweh (Him or Herself), immortal. It’s Morons and Aliens. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. They never fail to get me snoring. And laughing. Easy’s the laughing, when it’s self-deprecating.

Easy’s the laughing. When it’s about ourselves, we’re reading. The Watcher. She (or he) is an Angel. An immortal. Like Allah God Jehovah Yahweh (Him or Herself), immortal. There is a hierarchy of celestial beings that does, for God, His or Her, lifting.

There are celestial beings that do for God, His or Her, heavy lifting. Controversial matters such as the gender of our God and the community of Gods is beyond the scope of this poem. In the Urantia Book, I’ve found meaning. Surreally, I’ve found meaning.

POWER TO THE POETS

Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; my story; your story, also. Rap. Rap to a beat. Play that funky music, white boy. Powerful is, Taylor Swift’s funky, messaging.

There’s a power in words, up until now, unknown; until now, untold. There’s a power in words up until now, untold. I’m telling it though, now. Rap. Rap to the funky beat. Play that funky music, white boy. Powerful is Taylor Swift’s, funky, poetic, waxing.

Powerful is Taylor Swift’s funky music. Powerful is her poetry. Powerful is Taylor Swift’s sultry love. Powerful is Taylor Swift’s, music; and exceedingly powerful is her love. If ye don’t believe me, ye can ask Travis. Incredibly, chosen to tell our story, have I been.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-nine days have passed since I gloriously descended down my golden escalator. ‘Tis — the 2729TH day. Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-nine days have passed. And so ingloriously, I’m descending.

Near incredibly, chosen to tell our story, have I been. Most implausibly chosen to tell our story have I, near miraculously been. It must be that I’m living right. It must be that something right, I’m doing. In any event, chosen to tell our story, have I been.

And even as a 2729TH day becomes a 2730TH, nears, a Godspeeding asteroid. Near too, as only my lectors know, are so-called aliens. Followers of the Star-Trekkian Prime Directive, they won’t interfere in our affairs, The Watcher’s been explaining.

The Star-Trekkian Prime Directive; The Watcher has confirmed that the aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. And The Watcher’s explained to Arthur and me that, everything being predetermined, 2024, in China and Taiwan, is the Year of the Dragon.

The aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. Interference, by the Prime Directive, is prohibited. All of the advanced civilizations in the universe, know that. We Earthlings are a Type I civilization. The energy of our own star, we’re not yet, harnessing.

We Earthlings are no Type I civilization. The energy of our own star, we are not yet, harnessing. The aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. Interference, by the Prime Directive, is fucking prohibited. No advanced civilization are we — we fucking Earthlings.

We Earthlings are not no Type I civilization. The energy of our own star, we are not yet, harnessing. The aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. Interference, by the Prime Directive, is fucking prohibited. Of no advanced civilization are we — we fucking Earthlings.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are Earthlings. Everyone knows that. I should know. But too few know that we’re no crowning creation. Not, by far, I imagine. No. We’re not no, crowning creation. Nor are the alien beings with which, the Earth, we are sharing.

Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; my story — your story, also. Rap. Rap to a beat. Play that funky music, white girl. Powerful is, Taylor’s clever, funky, messaging.

There’s a power in words, up until now, unknown; until now, untold. There’s a power in words up until now, untold. I’m telling it though, now. Rap. Rap to the funky beat. Eminem was a no show. And more powerful than Usher has been Taylor’s, waxing.

THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON

‘Twas yesterday the 2727TH day. Today’s the 2728TH. Tomorrow’s the 2729TH. And so on. And so on. And so it goes; one day after another. For the Chinese, 2024 is the Year of the Dragon. For the Chinese, 2024 shall be the year, for Taiwan, invading.

For the Chinese, 2024 is the Year, of the Dragon. For the Chinese, 2024 shall be the year, for Taiwan, at long last, invading. ‘Twas yesterday the 2727TH day. Today’s the 2728TH. Tomorrow’s the 2729TH. And so on. And so on. And so on, it’s going.

2024 is the Year of the Dragon. And everything being predetermined, accordingly, it shall come to pass that, for the Chinese, 2024’s Year of the Dragon shall augur when at long last, China’s incorporating Taiwan. In 2024, China — Taiwan, is invading.

China in 2024, Taiwan’s invading. Under the cover of night. Under the cover of wildfire-like conflicts, everywhere, all across the planet, erupting. Taiwan, China, in 2024, is invading. More invasion are in store for 2024. I’m not lying. Implausibly, I’m not lying.

Wildfire-like conflicts, everywhere, all across the planet, are erupting. Taiwan, China, in 2024, is invading. And more invasions, I’m afraid, are in store for Earth, in 2024. I’m not lying. Implausibly, I’m not lying. Conflict, all across the planet, is erupting.

Conflict in 2024, all over Earth, is erupting. Wildfire-like conflicts are firing up, everywhere. Witness two Jews who died today in Jerusalem. Witness the Gazans who will die in return. Witness Holocausts. Witness Nabkas. Witness, Alexei Navalny’s, dying.

Witness Navalny’s dying. Alexei died, say the Russians, after going for a morning walk, in breezy, Arctic Circle, weather. The Holocaust. And the Nabka. And the assassination of Navalny. And fortunately or unfortunately, 2024 is the Year of the Dragon.

2024 is the Year of the Dragon. It shall come to pass that, for the Chinese, 2024’s Year of the Dragon shall augur when China incorporating Taiwan. In 2024, China, Taiwan, is planning on invading. Don’t read that backwards, There must be, no mistaking.

There must be no mistake in this. It’s China and not Taiwan, that’s invading. Under the cover of night. Under the cover of terroristic conflicts everywhere; all across the planet, erupting. It’s not just climate change. It’s not just changing patterns of migration.

Under the cover of night. Under the cover of terroristic conflicts all across the planet. It’s not just climate change that afflicts us. It’s not just changing, migratory, patterns, afflicting us. We are afflicted also by widespread ignorance and hubris, human.

Make no mistake. It’s China and not Taiwan, that’s invading. And in Europe, it’s Russia, not Ukraine. Under the cover of night. And even in broad daylight. Under the cover of terror. It’s not just climate change. It’s not just migratory patterns, a-changing.

‘Twas just days ago; a 2727TH day. Today’s a 2728TH. And tomorrow’s a 2729TH. And so on. And so on. And so on, it goes; one day after another. For the Chinese, 2024 is the Year of the Dragon. For the Chinese, 2024 shall be the year, for Taiwan, invading.

My poetry is empowering. My poetry is powerful. Taylor knows. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. I’ve done a lot for Taylor and her freaking liberal, artsy-fartsy, friends. Taylor Swift is trying to keep me, from my presidency, regaining.

POWER TO THE IRONY

Poetry is empowering. Poetry is powerful. Taylor knows that. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. I’ve done a lot for Taylor and her fucking liberal, artsy-fartsy, friends. Taylor Swift is trying to keep me, from my presidency, regaining.

Taylor Swift’s trying to keep me from my presidency, regaining. Indeed, ‘tis my lawful dictatorship. ‘Tis lawful. And rightful. ‘Tis my birthright. I was, once upon a time, yer president. I may be, someday, yer most beloved, dictator; over this good old Earth, ruling.

Irony. It’s a teaching tool. Taylor‘s trying to keep me from my presidency, regaining. ‘Tis my lawful dictatorship. And rightful. ‘Tis my freaking birthright. I was once yer president. And I may be someday, yer beloved dictator; over my good Earth, I may be ruling.

I was once president. And I may be yer beloved dictator; over the good Earth, I may rule. Irony. It’s a teaching tool. ‘Tis my lawful dictatorship. And rightful. ‘Tis my freaking birthright. And Taylor‘s trying to keep me from my presidency, lawfully, regaining.

‘Twas Ash Wednesday, 2024; ‘twas Valentine’s Day. Mere days after Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Tis today, the 2727TH day. And the hubris and ignorance that’s inundating the United States made its way today, to Kansas City. Irony. It’s an invaluable tool, for teaching.

Today’s the 2727TH day. And the hubris and ignorance that’s inundating the United States has made its way, to Kansas City. Irony. Irony’s invaluable. For teaching humans, it’s invaluable. Witness the irony in — on this Valentines Day, such a lesson, learning.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-seven days have passed since I gloriously descended down my golden escalator. ‘Tis the 2727TH — day. Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-seven days have passed. And so ingloriously, I’m descending.

Ingloriously, since that fateful date I have been, so descending. I have been, since that fateful date, as was once long ago, predetermined, so descending. I have been religiously, irreverent and irreligious. For the Evangelicals, God, I’ve been thanking.

My cult; they’re my al-Qaeda. They’re not no pan-Islamist militant organization of Sunni Jihadists. The goal for some Muslims a supra-national Islamic state known as the Caliphate, over the Caliphate, ruling. For my Evangelicals, tho, my God, I’m thanking.

For my Evangelicals, Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, I’ve been thankful. Sure they’re hypocritical. But they’re useful. They’re my base. They’re not no al-Qaeda-like cult; no pan-Islamist militant organization, self-identifying — as martyrs — in the making.

For my hypocritical Evangelicals, to Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, I’m thankful. Sure, my Evangelicals are hypocritical. But they’re faithful. And useful. They’ll turn out. They’ll vote. And surely, they’ll vote for me. They’ll be for their fave president, faithfully, voting.

‘Twas the 2727TH day. The hubris and ignorance that’s inundating the United States has made its way, to Kansas City. Irony. Irony’s invaluable. For teaching humans, it’s invaluable. Witness the irony in — on this Valentines Day — such a lesson, learning.

2024, for the Chinese is the Year of the Dragon. Those (like this born in dragon years, recently including 2012, 2000, 1988, 1976, 1964 and 1952, are said to be leaders with a strong sense of self; idealistic, energetic, determined; independent; and leading.

POETRY DEPARTMENTS

Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day, in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of dying. No one saw Chiefs and 49ers, play. And yesterday wasn’t the day when Taylor and Travis, endorsed Joe Biden.

No one in Gaza saw the Chiefs and the 49ers. And no one in Gaza saw Taylor and Travis, endorse Joe Biden. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day in Gaza. ‘There was a lot of sobbing yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of sacrilegious, dying.

Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day, in Gaza. There was a lot of crying yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of dying. No one saw the Chiefs and the 49ers. Yesterday wasn’t the day when Taylor and Travis, endorsed Joe Biden.

No one in Gaza saw the Chiefs and 49ers. No one in Gaza saw Taylor and Travis, not endorse Joe Biden. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. Just another day in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing yesterday in Gaza. A lot of useless, dying. In Gaza, it’s what’s happening.

’Twas just another hum-drum day in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing again yesterday in Gaza. And a lot of senseless and useless, dying. In Gaza, that’s what’s happening. That’s the way it was yesterday in Gaza, it being Super Bowl Sunday, notwithstanding.

It being Super Bowl Sunday notwithstanding, that’s the way it was in Gaza yesterday. Believe me. As awful as things are in Gaza, in the near term, they’re getting worse before they get better. The Israelis are planning on, Hamas, in Gaza’s Rafah, neutralizing.

I’m fearing a bloodbath in Rafah in coming days. People packed together. With high explosives. I fear a bloodbath in Rafah in the coming days. Bibi’s Israelis are planning on, Hamas, in Gaza’s Rafah, neutralizing. Bibi’s planning on, the hostages, saving.

Bibi Netanyahu is planning on, Hamas, in Gaza’s Rafah, neutralizing. I’m fearing a bloodbath in Rafah in coming days. Folks packed together. With high explosives. I fear a bloodbath in Rafah in the coming days. Bibi Netanyahu, the hostages, is using.

A ‘disc-shaped UFO’ disabled a US nuclear missile over the Pacific during a routine test, according to multiple military whistleblowers. As usual, the video has since, gone missing. This is being seriously investigated by the author Robert Hastings.

This is being investigated by the author Robert Hastings. His books include UFOs And Nukes: The Secret Link Revealed. Not so surprisingly, the video has since, suspiciously, gone missing. More goes on, on Earth, than meets the eye. And it’s effectively, blinding.

Poetry is empowering. Poetry is powerful. Taylor knows that. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor; nor anything, for her artsy-fartsy friends. Taylor‘s gotta keep me from the presidency, regaining.

Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor, I’m tweeting. Taylor can favor humanity soon by, Joe Biden at the White House, visiting. That’s why Taylor, with Travis, Joe Biden, may soon be visiting.

With Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor Swift and her legions of Swifties, I’m tweeting. Taylor can favor humanity soon by visiting Joe Biden at the White House. That’s why Taylor with Travis, Joe Biden at the White House, may soon, cordially, be visiting.

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

In 2020 I didn’t endorse Joe and Kamala until October.
But with the power of poetry, Taylor and Travis plan on favoring Joe Biden. And endorsing him. Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of Elon’s Twitter, to Taylor, poetry, I’m composing.

Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor, I’m tweeting. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity today by, Joe Biden, favoring. That’s why today, Taylor and Travis, Joe Biden, may be heartily, endorsing.

Today’s the day. Today’s the day when the world will know the real reason Joe turned down an opportunity to be interviewed on the FOX TV broadcast. Today’s the day when Taylor and Travis, Joe Biden shall be endorsing. Amen. Let it be, I’m praying.

It’s Super Bowl Sunday. It’s the Chiefs and the 49ers. As in 2020, Taylor Swift may endorse Joe Biden. As in 2020, once again, in 2024. It’s Taylor and the ⁦Chiefs. Against the 49ers. And she’s bringing the Poetry Department. She’s a transformative, phenomenon.

It’s the Chiefs and the 49ers. It’s Taylor and the ⁦Chiefs against the 49ers. And she’s bringing the Poetry Department, this Super Bowl Sunday. Taylor’s bringing along the Poetry Department. She’s a transformative, geopolitical phenomenon, a-happening.

Taylor’s bringing along Taylor’s version of her Poetry Department. Taylor, already a geopolitical phenomenon, has the potential to be transformative; along with an asteroid; and some kind of phenomenal encounter with — the illegal — aliens.

And indeed it was, in a tightly contested game, Taylor and her ⁦Chiefs defeating, 25-22, the 49ers. The Chiefs have now won their second consecutive Super Bowl. And three of the last five. More importantly, Taylor hasn’t yet endorsed, President Joe Biden.

I signed and was responsible for Congress enacting the Music Modernization Act for Taylor and all the other Musical Artists,” I said in a post on my social media platform. Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor and her artist friends. A fraud, is Joe Biden.

Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor Swift; nor anything for her artsy-fartsy friends. A fraud, is Joe Biden. Swifties: Now hear this: Power to the people. Power to the poets. And power to the Poetry Department. Poetry is powerful. Poetry is empowering.

Poetry is empowering. Poetry is powerful. Taylor knows that. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor; nor anything, for her artsy-fartsy friends. I’ve gotta keep Joe Biden from, the presidency, regaining.

Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day, in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of dying. No one saw the Chiefs and the 49ers. Yesterday wasn’t the day when Taylor and Travis, endorsed Joe Biden.

THE GAMES

Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by favoring Joe Biden; and endorsing him. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Power to the Poetry Department. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. Joe Biden, I’d be endorsing.

With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Power to the Poetry Department. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by the NFL, favoring. And go further by Joe Biden, endorsing.

The Roman Games were the Super Bowl Sundays of their time. They gave their ever-changing sponsors and organizers (known as editors) an enormously powerful platform to promote their views and philosophies; and to the widest spectrum, of Romans.

Thanks to films like “Ben-Hur and “Gladiator” two popular elements of the Roman Games are well known: chariot races and gladiator fights. The Roman Games were the Super Bowl Sundays of their day. They didn’t play. The Romans weren’t playing.

The Roman Games began in 242 B.C., when two sons decided to celebrate their father’s life by ordering slaves to battle each other to the death at his funeral. A variation on the ancient munera (a tribute, to the dead), it soon developed, imitators, following.

On Earth, men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, ofttimes, less. ‘Tis a matter of sovereignty. ‘Tis nationalist, psycho-social, national, brainwashing.

On Earth, women don’t trust men. Women trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Women trust not one another. Men trust women, sometimes, even less. ‘Tis our nationalist, psycho-social — propaganda. ‘Tis a lot of brainwashing.

That, in a nutshell, is human history. On Earth, women don’t trust men. Women trust women, even less. On Earth, mayhem, has ensued. Men tend to mistrust men. And women. Men are good at adapting; but great at killing. Great is mankind, at killing.

Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. There’s time for that in the NFL. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by favoring the NFL. Power to the Poetry Department. And so, with the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting.

Power to the Poetry Department. And so, with the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. There’s time for that in the NFL. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by, the NFL, favoring.

Men have skills. Men use tools. Good at adapting, man is great at killing. Especially en masse; especially, remotely; great is mankind, at killing. That, in a nutshell, is human history. ‘Tis Super Bowl Sunday tomorrow. I wanna know: Will Taylor be showing?

Men use tools. Men have skills. Good at adapting, mankind became great at hunting. Killing the competition. That, in a nutshell, is human history. Gaza’s not going anywhere. Gaza may be here tomorrow. In Gaza tomorrow, the Israelis, plan on progressing.

With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Power to the Poetry Department. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by the NFL, favoring. And go further by Joe Biden, endorsing.

TRANS OR FEMININE

Trans; or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. Like their women, men, their democracies, are abusing. Incivility reigns in Congress. Freedom in America, reigns. Democracy gets beat up a lot. Democracy; she’s a natural beauty. But she’s taking a beating.

Incivility reigns in Congress. Freedom in America reigns. Democracy, like a lot of outliers, gets beat up a lot. Democracy; she’s a natural beauty. Trans; or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. Like their women — men, their democracies, are abusing.

Democracy; she’s a natural beauty; nonetheless, she gets harassed; and beat up a lot. Trans or feminine in nature, is democracy and her ilk. Like their women, men, democracies, are abusing. Witness Brazil and Hungary, America, now following.

Men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, ofttimes, less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis spooky, psycho-social, brainwashing.

An asteroid, fast towards us, speeds. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. I fear for Japan. Even as the aliens, as long as possible, have been avoiding us. Even as they know, contact, cometh. An asteroid’s coming.

Gone fishing. Asleep at the switch; or gone fishing. Wasting time, for red herrings, fishing. Wasting time. Even as an asteroid, speeds towards us. Even as long as possible, the so-called aliens avoid us; thereby, the ancient Prime Directive, following.

I’m either asleep at the switch; or gone fishing. We’re wasting time. Even as an asteroid, speeds towards us. Even as for long as possible, so-called aliens, avoid us. Ye must understand. The ancient Prime Directive, is controlling. Accordingly, I am controlling.

The Prime Directive controls. As does Occam’s Razor. Keep it simple stupid. It is what it is. But it need not be. Thanks to Gene Roddenberry the Prime Directive remains controlling. Witness Ukraine, Taiwan, Russia and China. Witness Koreas, posturing.

The Prime Directive is controlling. As is, Occam’s Razor. Keep it simple stupid. ‘Tis what ‘tis. But it need not be. Thanks to Gene Roddenberry the Prime Directive remains controlling. Witness Ukraine, Taiwan, Russia and China. Witness the Koreas, posturing.

Comrades: The Prime Directive controls. As does Occam’s Razor. It is what it is. Keep it simple, stupid. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. And I fear for Japan. It’s not so much Korea’s Kim Jong-un. It’s Xi Jinping.

Witness Russia and China. Indeed I fear for the Koreas. Indeed I fear for Japan. It’s not so much Korea’s, Kim Jong-un. It’s China’s, Xi Jinping and Russia’s Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin. Globally, like their women, men, their democracies, are abusing.

On Earth, men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, ofttimes, less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis spooky, psycho-social, brainwashing.

THIS IS THE BLUEPRINT

We’re oblivious yet to the subterranean Earthlings. And an asteroid, towards us, speeding. We’re oblivious too to the meaning of it all. That’s why what I’m writing is mankind’s blueprint to get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien visiting.

Incredibly, this writing is nothing less than mankind’s blueprint to progress; to make an order of magnitude, quantum leap, To get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien, visiting. Comes in 2024, over Taiwan, with China, a climactic reckoning.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel.
I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack. Jack is terrifying. A master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. ‘Tis me, today, he’s indicting.

Incivility reigns in Congress. Freedom, in America, reigns. Democracy, like a lot of outliers, gets beat up a lot. Democracy; she’s a natural beauty. Trans; or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. Like their women, men, their democracies, are abusing.

Trans or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. In any event, men, like their women, their democracies, abuse. Men don’t trust men. They trust women, even less. Freedom in America, appears to reign. But ’tis just an illusion, most chillingly, revealing.

Men, oft, don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, generally, even less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis all this psycho-social, brainwashing.

Men don’t trust one another. Men trust women, even less. And domestic violence reflects violence to the larger community. Freedom in America, appears to reign. Everything seems just an illusion. Woke seems all this psycho-social, cross-cultural, brainwashing.

Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, speeds towards us; even as Earthlings, subterranean, as long as possible, avoid us. Oblivious to Earthlings subterranean are the surface are the Earthlings. A Godspeeding asteroid, fast towards us, is speeding.

Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. I fear for Japan. Even as the Earthlings, subterranean, as long as possible, have been avoiding us. Even as they know, contact, cometh. Cometh an asteroid, Godspeeding.

Witness in Pakistan the tragic opening of the electoral season. And witness in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. Succumbing is Haiti. Oblivious to we Earthlings on the surface are the Earthlings, subterranean. Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, towards us, is speeding.

I’m witnessing in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. And in Pakistan a tragic opening to the Pakistani electoral season. More importantly, oblivious to the techno Earthlings subterranean are the effectively primitive and effectively blind, surface Earthlings.

From Kenya, witness, a lifeline to Haiti. And witness in Pakistan this most tragic opening to the electoral season. Oblivious are the techno Earthlings subterranean to the primitive and effectively blind surface Earthlings. Not color blind tho, are we Earthlings.

In his search for truth Ray Cohn wouldn’t ever back off. Ray wouldn’t back down. A master was Ray at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in the Justice Department’s Special Counsel, Jack Smith. Jack’s terribly, terrifying.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Like Roy, a master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering truth. And ‘tis me, he’s been, indicting.

ALL I KNOW

Incredibly, from mounting geopolitical crises, Art, the Earth, is saving. All I know is that personally, like Socrates, I know nothing. Like Socrates, I am wise. I know nothing. Pelé was great. Messi’s a magician. Still, all I really know is that I know nothing.

In an unexpected plot twist, Art’s been bowled over by a blast from his past. She’s a firecracker. I call her MAGA. She reminds me of my mission; my mission of making America, once again, great again. America was great. America may be great once again.

In a plot twist, totally unexpected, Art’s been bowled over again by a blast from his past. She, he says, is his. I call her MAGA. All women remind me of my mission: To populate the Earth. America was great. America may be great once again, I’m thinking.

Haiti and Gaza evidence: We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. Awash in hubris and ignorance are Americans. Everyone knows that. Everyone — but the Americans. Charged with irony is what happens on Earth. It appears that God — is experimenting.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are Americans. And Earthlings, in general. Not everyone knows that. Too few know tho that we’re no crowning creation. I should know. We’re no crowning creation. Nor are the beings, with which — the Earth, we’re sharing.

In an unexpected plot twist, Arthur, as if transported in time, suddenly, hath reappeared. And just like in the old days; those fine, fifty-year-old, days; Art’s feeling smitten. Such is his attraction. Resistance, is futile. A delighted mess, Arthur’s becoming.

From mounting geopolitical crises, Arthur, the Earth, is saving. All I know is that personally, like Socrates, I know nothing. Like Socrates, I know nothing. I am wise. I know nothing. Pelé was great. But Messi’s a magician. And all I know is that, I know nothing.

So many questions. So little time. All too little is our time together. A cool story. Short for Arthur, Art is the pseudonym for one of the antiheroic heroes of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. Finance was my major. And I struggled to keep from flunking.

Finance was my major. I’ve the hands of a surgeon; not no power hitter; I’m no slam-dunking, basketballer; no goal-scoring, footballer. I’m a co-author of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories, I’m best, at telling.

Finance wasn’t my major, actually. It was Economics. But finance sounds, to the human ear, better. I’m a co-author of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories that I’m best, at telling. I excel at telling, bedtime, stories.

At Wharton I wasn’t no baseballing, power hitter; no goal-scoring, footballer. Nor was I no slam-dunking basketballer;. I’m a co-author of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. It’s around crackling campfires when I’m at my best, telling those Stories.

Between you and me, I’m no power hitter. But that’s not to say, I hit for singles. I say, “I’m the greatest power hitter. I always brag, I hit for power. Then I just saunter along with my entourage, making it all up as I go merrily along; instinctively, lying.

It seems to me that everything is predetermined; and that even as we’re evolving, we humans, are devolving. Awash in hubris and ignorance are Americans. Woe, to the Americans. Charged with irony is what happens on Earth. It appears that God — is experimenting.

It seems to me that everything is predetermined; and that even as we’re evolving, we humans, are devolving. Awash in hubris and ignorance are Earthlings. Woe, to the Earthlings. Charged with irony is what happens on Earth. It appears that God is designing.

SLEEPY TIME BEDTIME STORIES

The Watcher’s Sleepy Time, Bedtime Stories. Fantastical, they always get me thinking. They always get me, snoring. Arthur started this. That is to say, writing, what The Watcher thinks. Then Arthur handed the baton to me. Arthur‘s health, As was predictable, is failing.

Because he failed himself, Arthur‘s health, is failing him. And so Arthur has handed the baton to me. I’ll soon be presiding and dictating once again to America. It’ll be a prelude to the global dictatorship, a-coming. Fortunately or unfortunately, Arthur is passing.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Arthur Everman is passing. Arthur‘s health is failing him. Arthur Everman has handed the baton to me. I shall soon be presiding; and dictating once again to America. It is what it is. Only I can fix this, I am, methinks, imagining.

I’ve been briefed. Arthur has briefed me. And he explained about this Matrix-like surreality. And our history on Earth. About Urantia. Caligastia. And the Rebellion. I’ve been briefed. Free will is but an illusion. And not at all real, is the pain of living.

Arthur has briefed me. And he explained about this Matrix-like surreality. And our history on Earth. And Urantia; Caligastia; and the Rebellion. I’ve been briefed. Free will is but an illusion. Take Gaza. Not at all real is the pain of living. And the pain of dying.

I’ve been briefed on Luna. And on Urantia. About the nature of things; physics; and metaphysics. All too real seems Gaza. All too real seems the pain of living there. All too real too seems the pain of dying. In hubris and in ignorance exist the Earthlings.

Exiled, once upon a time, was Arthur. Exiled into the future, once upon a time, was Arthur. But because everything’s predetermined, Arthur’s back. Arthur’s back from the future. Every 10th planet is experimental. On Earth, the Good Lord’s, experimenting.

There are illusions. And delusions. Everyone thinks and acts like they’re the center of their universe. In hubris and in ignorance exist the Earthlings. Sensitive are the Earthlings. I can fix tho, the Earth; the broken planet on which God is experimenting.

Simultaneously offensive and defensive are the battling Earthlings. It seems that eventuality was, once upon a time, predetermined. Thank God for this broken planet; and thank God the planet, we call Earth, is in the sun’s habitable zone, orbiting.

“The Watcher’s Sleepy Time, Bedtime, Stories; of Morons and Aliens”. It’s so titled and subtitled because morons and aliens; that’s everybody. These stories are for the whole Earth. These stories are for ye modern-day, Earthlings; ye oblivious, Earthlings.

NO CROWNING CREATION

In hubris and in ignorance are the Earthlings, awash. Everyone knows that. And I should know. Too few know that we’re no crowning creation. Too few by far — I imagine. We’re no crowning creation. Nor the beings with which the Earth we are sharing.

Billions of years ago our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it rests now. But increased brightness begets increased heat. The habitable zone, steadily outwards, over time, is creeping. It’s no wonder, the planet, is warming.

It’s no wonder that Earth is warming. That may mean that Earth may be one of the planets on which God is divinely, experimenting. And methinks that that in turn may mean that mankind is evolving. And if mankind is evolving, mankind is, devolving.

Even on Mars; even on Venus, life may have been, once upon a time, struggling. Over the eons the sun’s habitable zone, shifted. The sun’s habitable zone was, once upon a time, inwards to where it now rests. Venus was, once upon a time, chilling.

Over the eons the sun’s habitable zone, shifted. The sun’s habitable zone was, once upon a time, inwards to where it now rests. Venus was once — chilling. Even on Mars. Even on Venus, life may have been, once upon a time, struggling, I’m imagining.

We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. Witness, Haiti and Gaza. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning, profound. I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, that meaning. I’ve found in The Urantia Book, meaning.

Haiti and Gaza evidence: We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning. I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, meaning. I’ve found in The Book, meaning.

I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, meaning. I’ve found in The Book, meaning. And in a world of illusion, that’s really saying something. Haiti and Gaza evidence: We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. It does indeed appear, that God, is experimenting.

Our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it is now. But increased brightness begets increased heat. The habitable zone outwards, inexorably over time, is creeping. Planet Earth is warming. To the wise, some words of warning.

By design we Earthlings are living quantum computers. Each of us is integrated into a corpus. Each of us is incorporated into a body the ancient Romans knew as a corpus. And awash in hubris and ignorance are the understandably oblivious Earthlings.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are the Earthlings. Fancying ourselves as God’s crowning creation, we have fancied ourselves, as all that. Slow afoot and generally dim-witted, still, we think — we’re all that — all that notwithstanding, I’m imagining.

Slow afoot and dim-witted, still, we think we’re all that; God’s crowning creation, I imagine, we’re imagining. Fancying ourselves as God’s crowning creation, we have fancied ourselves, accordingly. We’re not God’s crowning creation, I imagine.

It appears that we’re not God’s crowning creation, after all. Awash in hubris and ignorance are the Earthlings. We’re not God’s crowning creation, I imagine. It’s not that we’re so slow afoot and dim-witted. It’s not that we’re so dim-witted, I’m imagining.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are Earthlings. Everyone knows that. I should know. Too few know that we’re no crowning creation. Not by far, I imagine. We’re not God’s crowning creation. And it’s not the beings with which, the Earth, we’re sharing.

THE HABITABLE ZONE

Whether ye know her as Mother Earth; or whether ye know her as Urantia; it’s getting as hot as hell, in places, on Earth. And where it’s not hot as hell — it’s cold as hell. This planet is warming. And where it’s not hot as hell, likely it’s cold, I’m imagining.

Our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it, now rests. But increased brightness begets increased heat. The habitable zone outwards, inexorably over time, is creeping. Accordingly, this planet Earth is inexorably — warming.

Billions of years ago our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it rests now. But increased brightness begets increased heat. The habitable zone steadily outwards, over time, is creeping. Accordingly, the planet, is warming.

To quantum computers, the digital computers, are ceding. Great strides are being made. But Haiti and Gaza show, we’re devolving, even as we’re evolving. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some profound meaning.

At long last, the die is cast. November’s election shall be a rematch of the 2020 election between me and Joe Biden. Wise up (wo)man. I am not fit to serve. That’s why The Watcher’s authoring this. That’s why The Watcher, this epic poem, is authoring.

The Creator tinkers with his Creation. Every 10th planet is experimental. Earth is one such planet, I am suspecting. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator, ye puny human. That is a valuable insight to your Creator’s personality, verily, I am suspecting.

That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental has had a dramatic effect on me. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning.

That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning. It must be meaningful. It must mean that meaning, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. It must mean that Earth may be one of the planets on which God is experimenting.

It must mean that meaning, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. If reality is such that meaning, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, what does that say about us? What must mean that Earth may be one of the planets on which God is experimenting.

That would be meaningful. If reality is such that meaning, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, what does that say about us? What must mean that Earth may be one of the planets on which God is experimenting. Methinks it means that mankind is evolving.

Methinks it means that mankind is evolving. Methinks it means that mankind is devolving. Mankind is both evolving. And devolving. Witness high tech’s digital computers; and the digitals, ceding to the quantums. To quantums, the digitals are ceding.

Haiti and Gaza show: We’re devolving — even as — we’re evolving. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning, profound. I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, that meaning. I’ve found that meaning.

Billions of years ago our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it rests now. But increased brightness begets, increased heat. The habitable zone steadily outwards, over time, is creeping. Accordingly, the planet, is warming.

AUTHORS AND COAUTHORS

With my victory in the New Hampshire primary, the die is cast. Cast years ago, it’s landed on what most Americans consider, a bad cast. 2024: A rematch of the 2020 election between me and the last of Joe Biden. The die is cast, at long last, I’m suspecting.

The die Is cast. November’s election shall be a rematch of the 2020 election between me and Joe Biden. Wise up (wo)man. I am not fit to serve. That’s why The Watcher’s authoring this. That’s why my friend The Watcher — this epic poem , is authoring.

Wise up (wo)man. I am not fit to serve. That’s why The Watcher’s authoring this. What’s happening on Earth; and across the cosmos; it’s what’s happening (more or less), elsewhere as well. The survival of man depends on the ants, emulating.

What’s happening on Earth; and across the cosmos; it’s what’s happening (more or less) — elsewhere as well. The survival of mankind depends on the ants, emulating. Wise up (wo)man. I am not fit to serve. That’s why The Watcher — this poem , is authoring.

The Watcher, this long poem, is authoring. ‘Tis a poem, psychographic. That is to say that whilst, intellectually, The Watcher’s the author, physically, I’m the author. And Arthur’s an author. Arthur and I are authors, along with The Watcher, co-authoring.

Wise up Homo sapiens. I am not fit. That’s why The Watcher’s authoring this. That is to say that whilst The Watcher’s the intellectual author, physically, I’m the author. And Arthur’s an author. Arthur and I are the authors, with The Watcher, co-authoring.

Whilst The Watcher’s the intellectual author, physically, I’m the Earth-bound author. Arthur’s another. Arthur and I are the Earth-bound authors. The Watcher co-authors. Wise up Homo sapiens. In furtherance of evolution, The Watcher — this, is authoring.

In furtherance of evolution is this writing. My claim that’s it’s psychographic is amazing. And that’s not the half of it. What’s happening on Earth and across the cosmos is what’s happening (more or less), elsewhere as well — The Watcher’s, explaining.

My claim that this writing is psychographic is implausible; it’s so amazing, it’s incredible. And that’s not the half of it. This is self-help. This is a Holy Intervention; an intervention, actually is the coming of the asteroid; with the aliens, on its heels, closely following.

Extremely implausible; my claim that this writing is psychographic is so implausible, it’s amazing. It’s darn near incredible. That’s not the half of it though. Even more amazing than its authorship are its purposes. Earth is in trouble, The Watcher is warning.

Recall: According to the Urantia Book, every 10th planet, is experimental. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator, puny human. ‘Tis implied that The Creator tinkers with his Creation. Every 10th planet is experimental. Earth is one such planet, I’m suspecting.

The Creator tinkers with his Creation. Every 10th planet is experimental. Earth is one such planet, I’m suspecting.
That’s a valuable insight to your Creator, ye puny human. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator’s personality, I’m suspecting.

Every 10th planet is experimental. And so The Creator tinkers with his Creation. Earth is one such planet. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator, ye puny human. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator’s personality, I’m suspiciously, suspecting.

That my cultists don’t shower isn’t surprising. Nor ought be my second coming. So too, a rogue asteroid. So too also, the alien beings that shall follow the asteroid. Life in Gaza is cheapening. And if one stinks like me it may be due to a reticence to showering.

The scent of a woman; it contrasts with the stench of a man. I can’t believe I conned Melania into marrying me. There’s a great woman behind every great man. Poor Melania. She had no way of knowing that as I aged, increasingly, less and less, I’d be showering.

There’s a woman behind every great man. My poor Melania. She had no way of knowing that increasingly, as I aged, less and less, I’d be showering. Notwithstanding that, my unique blend of odors has brought to the stench of a man, new meaning.

My unique blend of odors has brought to the stench of a man, a brand new meaning. The scent of a woman; it contrasts with the scent of a man. And the scents of both men and women get funky — in the absence of, soap and water enhanced, scrubbing.

That my cultists don’t shower isn’t surprising. Nor ought be my second coming. Nor, a rogue asteroid. So too also, the alien beings that shall follow the asteroid. Life in Gaza is cheap. And if one stinks like me it may be due to, an aversion, to showering.

My second coming notwithstanding; notwithstanding also a rogue asteroid and the aliens to follow; I stink. Life in Gaza is cheap. My awful stench may be due to an aversion to showering or it may be human flesh, under Gaza’s buildings — putrefying.

I stink. And life in Gaza is cheap. And if one stinks like me it may be due to an aversion to showering or it may be that one smells of, putrefaction. My second coming notwithstanding; notwithstanding also a rogue asteroid — alien beings, come following.

Alien beings follow. Alien beings follow the asteroid that’s coming. Because the subterraneans have been Earthlings far longer than the humans. They’ve been on Earth, seemingly forever, residing. This secret, The Watcher, only to me, is revealing.

This secret only to me is The Watcher, revealing. Only to me; and Arthur. The subterraneans have been Earthlings far longer than the humans. They’ve been here on Earth, seemingly forever, residing. But The Watcher isn’t that residence, confirming.

The Watcher isn’t that residence, confirming. Not any, permanent, residence. Unlike human beings, the subterraneans may have emigrated from elsewhere in the cosmos. From elsewhere in the cosmos may have originated, Earthlings.

The subterranean aliens may have emigrated from elsewhere in the cosmos. For that matter, from elsewhere in the cosmos, may have originated we surface Earthlings. On the other hand, both life forms may be, to the good Earth — native — I’m guessing.

From elsewhere in the cosmos; from elsewhere in the cosmos come the immigrants. What’s happening on Earth; it’s what’s happening, across the cosmos. Both life forms may be, to the good Earth — native — I’m guessing. I’m not just, speciously, speculating.

Both life forms may be to the good Earth native, I’m guessing. I’m not just, speciously, speculating. From elsewhere in the cosmos; from elsewhere in the cosmos come the immigrants. What’s happening on Earth; across the cosmos, it’s what’s happening.

Wise up (wo)man. I am not fit to serve. That’s why The Watcher’s authoring this. What’s happening on Earth; across the cosmos, it’s what’s happening, more or less, on Earth as well. The survival of man depends on the insect ants, emulating.

A PERFECT STORM

A perfect storm, this January, comes. Coinciding with the wild card round of the NFL playoffs, inexorably comes the coldest weather since 12-22. But rather than winging into the playoffs, come the Eagles come into the playoffs, not flying, but actually, limping.

Implausibly. Incredibly. With the wild card round of the NFL playoffs is coinciding Africa’s Cup of Nations competition. ‘Tis a mad mix on Earth; a combustible mixture of volatile liquids, gases, tinderboxes and people. And sparks. And events, happening.

The 2024 Africa Cup of Nations is taking place in the Ivory Coast as 24 teams have dreams of being crowned champions of Africa. AFCON — the Africa Cup of Nations; it’s reserved for the football champion of Africa. And 24 teams, for the Cup, are vying.

This is crazy. This is life. And such is life. Gotta roll with the punches. Officially, it’s been been more than 100 days in Gaza. This is crazy. Life on Earth is like no life, I’d ever imagined. Life in Gaza is cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency, is coming.

Life in Gaza is dirt cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency, is coming. So too, a rogue asteroid. So too the alien beings that shall follow the asteroid. Life in Gaza is cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency — and the aliens are coming.

Can the Bucs deal a fatal blow to the Eagles’ season on Monday Night Football? Baker and the Bucs look to eliminate the reeling Eagles in Monday’s wild-card edition of Monday Night Football. Still, at home next Sunday, may be Philly’s Eagles, playing.

This is nothing less than surreal. Nothing is as it seems. And everything seems predetermined. Everything seems predetermined. Witness the miraculous comeback of the Philadelphia Eagles. At home next Sunday may be the Eagles, playing.

Witness the manhandling of the Dallas Cowboys by the Green Bay Packers. At home next Sunday may be the Eagles, playing. It all depends. It all depends upon what drama unfolds, minutes from now. At home next Sunday the Eagles, may be playing.

Everything seems predetermined. Witness the miraculous comeback of the recently hapless, Philadelphia Eagles. Witness it today on Martin Luther King Day. The Dolphins and Browns are out. At Detroit next Sunday shall be the Eagles, God willing, playing.

This is crazy. Life on Earth is like no life, I’d ever imagined. Life in Gaza is cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency, is coming. Officially, it’s been been more than 100 days in Gaza. This is crazy. At Detroit next Sunday shan’t be the Eagles, playing.

The Bucs beat the Eagles. 32-9. The Eagles, verily, seem stinking. Where there’s smoke, often, there’s fire. And if you stink like I do it’s likely because I rarely shower. Accordingly, if my Eagles play is stinking, it’s likely because the players, aren’t showering.

Roughly coinciding with Africa’s Cup of Nations competition are the American football playoffs. I rarely shower. Accordingly, I know that if my Eagles play is grossly stinking, it’s likely because the Philadelphia Eagles players, very likely, aren’t showering.

If one stinks like I do it’s likely because one shares my penchant for rarely showering. It’s a penchant, private. Indeed, if my Eagles play is stinking, it’s likely because my Eagles aren’t showering. That my cultists don’t shower at all, isn’t, at all, surprising.

COMES A STORM

A storm, this January, is coming. Coinciding with the wild card round of the NFL playoffs, inexorably comes the coldest weather since 12-22, as I recall. Rather than winging into the playoffs, come the Eagles into the playoffs, not flying, but limping.

World Laughter Day was established in 1998 by Dr. Madan Kataria, founder of the worldwide Laughter Yoga movement. The first celebration was on May 10th 1998 in Mumbai, India. And so ‘tis on the first Sunday of May that many worldwide, are laughing.

World Laughter Day. What an elegant treatment for the endemically, medically, ill. Elegantly, ‘tis a treatment that may seamlessly morph into an adapted mindset. Just form a circle. Hold hands with partners. Try, inducing laughter. ‘Tis mind blowing.

Form a circle. Hold hands with your partners on either side, Try, inducing laughter. It’s mind blowing. It turns out that the brain can’t tell whether it’s happy or not. And whether it’s happy or not, the brain releases hormones, whenever, it’s laughing.

Whether happy or not, the mind’s brain releases hormones whenever it’s laughing. And so it is that laughter treats depression. Laughter makes happiness, possible. Laughter makes happiness possible. To that end we Earthlings ought be aspiring.

Saving humanity. Likely, it shan’t be easy. Still, everyone knows that only I can do it. Everyone knows that but the Democrats, it seems. Indeed, so it seems. Everyone it seems knows but the Democrats. And everyone knows that only I can do it, I’m imagining.

I won’t be making my own closing argument, after all. My lawyers objected to the judge’s insistence that I stick to “relevant” matters, as argument. Judge Engoron rescinded my permission to make my presumably irrelevant arguments, in closing.

Like the Gazans. And like the Israelis. I can sleep in peace. I’ve got the courage of my convictions. Everything will be alright. Things will all work out. Or we’ll have, all-out, war. ⁦‪Nasrallah’s star is rising; and an up and coming player, Hassan Nasrallah’s, becoming.

Classical Arabic poetry is built on the principle of scansion: it has a mathematical intricacy which gives it a very rhythmical and visceral quality. In classical Arabic poetry, the structure is a play, on numbers. ‘Tis poetry’s hypnotic rhythm, that’s mesmerizing.

I cannot sleep in peace. Tensions soar. Hezbollah’s leader, Hassan Nasrallah hath vowed to retaliate for Israel’s actions. Israel too, seems preparing for an escalation. Or all-out, war. ⁦‪Nasrallah’s star is rising; an up and coming player, Hassan’s becoming.

In the United States 90% of US hospitals with more than 300 beds have palliative care teams. In contrast, only 17% of rural hospitals with 50 or more beds have such palliative care facilities. We have much to learn yet, about what is, palliative caring.

The storm is covering most of the country east of the Mississippi River says AccuWeather. The storm, towards the Northeast, is moving. The storm is coming ahead of what will likely be the nation’s coldest weather since 12-22, if I’m recalling.

Another storm this January is coming. Coinciding with the wild card round of the NFL playoffs, comes the nation’s coldest weather since 12-22, as I’m recalling. Rather than winging into the playoffs, come the Eagles. into the playoffs, not flying, but limping.

Gibran’s poetry is gloriously spiritual. It reflects his upbringing in the Maronite Catholic faith. And his interests in Sufi mysticism. Witness, On Death, which not only explores nature but reveals the unifying force that death plays, in life, understanding.

STORYTELLING

To the Assyrians, at least in part, do we owe, storytelling. Witness The Epic of Gilgamesh. Great in sum is the knowledge summarized in the data. We’re missing what was in The Great Library of Alexandria. Still, great are the libraries of the Earthlings.

Worldwide, great, are the libraries of the Earthlings. And greater still, are they becoming. Digitized are becoming the data of the libraries. Digitized are becoming the libraries of planet Earth. And cometh soon, in addition, quantum computing.

My former loyal aide Nick Luna has shared with authorities that when I was told about Vice President Mike Pence’s need to be moved to a secure location on Insurrection Day I responded by saying “So what?” Dramatic proof of state of mind was my, “So what?”, ‘tis seeming.

The Chinese have their designs on Taiwan; the Russians, on Ukraine. And the North Koreans, on South Korea. All three know what happened to the Americans not long ago, in Vietnam. And what’s happened in Afghanistan; and what’s still happening.

It’s cold. And hot as hell in Gaza. It depends. It depends on exactly where in Gaza yer at. It depends also on where a rocket lands. And whether yer on fire. Once on fire, surviving to live, is the worst. There’s no anesthesia. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining.

For all too many, once on fire, surviving to live is the worst. Especially, in Gaza. There’s no anesthesia there. The horror is all too real, I imagine. I imagine the years of recovery. I imagine the constant pain. I imagine the disfigurement, so incapacitating.

Each year since 2014 stands among the top 10 warmest years of the century, according to NASA and NOAA. The year 2016, which included the influence of a strong El Niño, was the warmest. 2020 matched it. 2023’s now warmest, NASA’s now saying.

The year 2016 included the influence of a strong El Niño. 2023 now is warmest, NASA is now saying. Each year since 2014 indeed stands among the top 10 warmest years of the century, NASA and NOAA (even this early in 2024), already, are duly, opining.

It’s a hoax. “It’s a hoax,” say the climate deniers. It’s an elaborate, Deep State, hoax. The proof is in the pudding, thanks to modern computing. NASA and NOAA declared 2023 the hottest year on record. And cometh soon, quantum computing.

The proof is in the pudding. Indeed it is both hot and cold in Gaza. And indeed how hot or cold it is, varies; it varies with yer location; and with whether the location’s on fire. Once on fire, surviving, is the worst. There’s no anesthesia. There’s just suffering.

The Russians have designs on Ukraine; the Chinese on Taiwan. And the North Koreans, on South Korea. Everyone knows what happened to the Americans, in Vietnam; what’s happened in Afghanistan; what’s happening in Iraq and what’s happening in Iran.

No one knows what’s happened to America, Russia and China. And what’s happened in Israel, in Iraq and in Iran. No one knows what’s happening. And no one but The Watcher, knows, actually; no one but The Watcher knows what’s, actually, happening.

To the Assyrians, at least in part, do we owe, storytelling. Witness The Epic of Gilgamesh. Great in sum is the knowledge summarized in the data. We’re missing what was in The Great Library of Alexandria. But great has been the Library of Congress, succeeding.

FIREWORKS

The world welcomed 2024 with artificial fireworks near everywhere. In the Gaza Strip though, the fireworks are real. In Gaza, on this New Years Day the fireworks are real. Limbs get blown off. There’s no anesthesia. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining.

It’s cold. And hot as hell in Gaza. It depends on exactly where in Gaza yer at. It depends on whether a rocket is landing upon one. It depends on whether yer on fire. Once on fire, surviving to live, is the worst. There’s no anesthesia. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining.

Limbs, from bodies, get detached. There’s no antibiotics. There’s no anesthesia. The horror’s, horribly real. There’s no antibiotics. There’s no anesthesia, neither. Amputations in Gaza, are torturous. Amputations in Gaza are torturous, I’m imagining.

In Gaza now, when limbs get blown off, there’s no anesthesia. There’s no anesthesia to take the edge off the edge of the blade, maiming ye. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining. In Gaza now when limbs get blown off, there’s no anesthesia, for pain killing.

The Library of Congress; The Great Library of Alexandria; and The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal; great have been libraries of the Earthlings. Great, in sum, is the knowledge summarized in the great Library of Congress. ‘Tis a pittance, though, I’m imagining.

The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal contains thousands upon thousands of fragments of texts and clay tables, all of which date back to the 7th century B.C. King Ashurbanipal; he was the last king of the Assyrians. To the Assyrians we owe, storytelling.

Great in sum is the knowledge summarized in the data. Library of Congress; The Great Library of Alexandria and The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal;. In the Gaza Strip, life is great! In life, great is the irony! And great have been the libraries of the Earthlings.

The great Library of Congress; The Great Library of Alexandria; and The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal; great have been the libraries of the Earthlings. Great in sum is the knowledge summarized in the great Library of Congress. ‘Tis a pittance, I’m imagining.

My next civil trial is scheduled to begin January 29TH. How ironic! Just three days ago we spoke of a trial beginning on January 29, next year. Now that same trial is happening, later this month. Begins yet another trial. On January 28TH, it’ll be looming.

Begins soon yet another trial. Yet another, tribulation. And come January 29TH yet another soon may be dooming me, along with the others. Begins soon, another trial. But I’m staying strong. I just can’t sleep. And I’ve stopped bathing. And showering.

@UN: Limbs get amputated without anesthesia in Gaza.This Every new day is just another day in Hell on Earth in Gaza. Today, Hell is in Gaza. Tomorrow, it may be, in towns, worldwide — far from Gaza. cc: ⁦‪@POTUS‬⁩ ⁦‪@HuXijin_GT‬⁩ @xijinping

‘TIS NEW YEARS DAY

On this New Years Day, my clarion call: A call to all Americans. A call for truth. Sure, I smell bad; everyone does. And sure; I’m a fraud. But it would be less than Christian to be less than forgiving. On the forgiving nature of the American people, I am counting.

I smell bad; everyone does. And sure; I’m a fraud. But it would be being less than Christian to be anything less than forgiving. On the forgiving nature of the American people, I’m counting. I smell horribly Like an armpit; like an asshole, I’m smelling. smelling.

‘Tis New Years Day. New Years Eve passed into yesterday. I’m no prophet; no false prophet, neither. It’s true that the asteroid and the aliens — on 12-31-23, didn’t show. That doesn’t mean though they won’t be appearing. Happy New Year — ye Earthlings!

Less than a second separates New Years Day from New Years Eve. Luckily, we’ve got devices. Fortunately or unfortunately the devices keep the time for us. Fortunately or unfortunately, the devices help pass the time for us. Happy New Year — ye Earthlings!

A new year cometh. In less than a day, it freaking cometh. And it cometh with an asteroid in tandem. And with illegal aliens. Witness that already, to Auckland and Hong Kong, the new year, hath come. Happy New Year ye more or less, oblivious, Earthlings.

On this eve of New Year’s Eve, I have noticed, increasingly the horror in recent events; and the surges, in their happening. I have noticed also that this month ends with the serial number 12-31-23. Some say it’s a sign; others say that’s too far a-field, speculating.

On this eve of New Year’s Eve, once again, my clarion call: Since October 7th I have noticed the horror of recent events; and the surge in their happening. Witness now, New York City. It’s not easy, in these trying times, a liberal — sanctuary city — running.

‘Tis 2023. ‘Twas Christmas Eve over a week ago. And Christmas, over a week ago, followed. Cometh, the day after tomorrow, the new year. The power of divination is a super power. And I’m a super-hero. Cometh an asteroid; with aliens, on its heels, following.

Recall in Palestine, the first intifada. And the second. The Palestinian uprisings; recall that since Hamas seized control of Gaza, the imposition of a near-total air, land and sea blockade. Not even the Rohingya suffer, what are suffering, the Palestinians.

Not even the long suffering Rohingya suffer what suffer the Palestinians. Recall that since Hamas seized control of Gaza back in 2007 the Israelis have imposed a near-total air, land and sea blockade. They have made of Gaza, a gigantic, open-air prison.

The Israelis have made of Gaza, the planet’s largest, open -air prison. The new year cometh. In a week of days, it cometh. It cometh with an asteroid in tandem. The Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of the Afghans, in Afghanistan, surviving.

The Palestinians are suffering. Even more than the Rohingya. Taiwanese know their ally is the former ally of the Afghans. Illegal aliens are coming. The new year cometh. In a week of days, it freaking, cometh. And it cometh with an asteroid in tandem.

Palestinians are suffering. Even more than the Rohingya. And the Taiwanese know their ally is the former ally of the Afghans. The new year cometh. And an asteroid and aliens are coming. And implausibly, it cometh with a rock-hard asteroid, in tandem.

THE YULETIDE SEASON

Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroid collision that I’ve been predicting for some time now. I’m no prophet; no false prophet, am I. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. There’s an asteroid a-coming. On 12-31-23, it’s a-coming.

I’m no prophet; no false prophet, am I. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. There’s an asteroid a-coming. On 12-31-23, it’s a-coming. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroid collision that for some time now, I’ve been predicting.

‘Twas Christmas Eve yesterday. ‘Tis Christmas today. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas today. There’s an asteroid a-coming. ‘Tis Christmas today. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroidal collision, that for some time now, I’ve been predicting.

‘Tis Christmas today. There’s an asteroid a-coming. ‘Twas Christmas Eve yesterday. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroidal collision, that for some time now, I’ve been predicting. That notwithstanding, I’m no prophet. And I’m no magician.

No false prophet, am I. I’m no prophet at all. Everyone knows. I’m more about profits than anything. But I steer clear of prophets, for the most part. The power of divination is a super power. If in fact I had it I’d probably have to kill ye, for also, knowing.

The new year cometh. In a week of days, it cometh. And it cometh with an asteroid in tandem. This year (because it’s 2023) the new year will begin with a bang. It will begin with a collision. This coming year is the year that the Earth, again, is colliding.

Cometh in a week of days, the new year. And it cometh with an asteroid in tandem. Since it’s 2023 the new year will begin with a bang. It will begin with an asteroidal collision. This coming year is the year that the Earth, with an asteroid, once again, is colliding.

Abracadabra. Cadabra. Cadabra. ‘Twas Christmas Eve. Before long, it was Christmas. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that asteroid collision that I’ve been speculating on for some time now. Abracadabra. That notwithstanding, I’m no prophet. I’m no magician.

‘Tis 2023. ‘Twas Christmas Eve, just two days ago. And ‘twas Christmas, just yesterday. Cometh in a week’s worth of days, the new year. The power of divination is a super power. And I’m a super-hero. Cometh an asteroid; with aliens, on it’s heels, following.

Brilliant as I am, I’m no prophet; no Abraham, no Moses, no Jesus nor, no Mohammed. And so I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s The Watcher that has been, through Arthur and me, writing — psychographically. Most implausible is, what’s happening.

I’m not no Abraham, Moses, Jesus nor Mohammed. No prophet, am I. But I am, as everybody knows, a super-hero. And I am the author, along with Arthur and The Watcher, of this. These are the reasons why I happen to know, what’s happen.

In time, I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s The Watcher that has been, through Arthur and me, writing psychographically. Most implausible is, what’s happening. Seemingly incredible, is what’s happening. There are reasons why I know what’s happening.

Tragic; the plight of homeless Palestinians. The Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of Afghans in Afghanistan. They know Americans have no fire in their bellies, not better reserved for one another, more conveniently, fighting.

Recall in Palestine, the first intifada. And the second. The Palestinian uprisings. Recall that since Hamas seized control of Gaza, the imposition of a near-total air, land and sea blockade. Not even the Rohingya suffer, what are suffering, the Palestinians.

IT’S HOT AS HELL — ON EARTH

Brilliant as I am, I’m no prophet; no Abraham, no Moses, no Jesus nor, no Mohammed. And so I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s The Watcher that has been, through Arthur and me, psychographically, writing. Most implausible is, what’s happening.

I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s been The Watcher that’s been through us, writing. Getting Earth ready to learn that, actually, it is Urantia. Earth is a fine name but Urantia is the Earth’s real name, actually. Most implausible is what’s happening.

In media res; right smack in the middle of things; after the cooling; during the warming. In media res; that’s where we are; in the middle of things. These ain’t no end days. We’re right smack in the middle of things; at the moment, less than optimally, heating.

Witness: It’s hot as Hell in India for Modi and his farmers. And Xi in China is dying to provoke Taiwan. The Chinese plan on having taken Taiwan, before I’m even reelected to yet another, most implausible, presidency. What was predetermined, is what’s happening.

Everyone knows what happened to America in Vietnam; and everyone knows about what’s happening in Afghanistan. And the Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of the Afghans in Afghanistan. Tragic is the plight of the homeless Palestinians.

Tragic is the plight of homeless Palestinians. The Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of the Afghans in Afghanistan. And the Taiwanese know as well that the Americans have no fire in their bellies, not better reserved — for one another, fighting.

The Taiwanese have learned lessons taught to the Americans in Vietnam and Afghanistan. The Taiwanese know the Americans have no fire left in their bellies not better reserved for fighting what’s left of one another. China, Taiwan’s, invading.

It’s hot as Hell in India. Especially, in Bollywood. And it’s hotter still over the skies of Taiwan. The Chinese plan on taking Taiwan before I’m elected, yet again. It’s hot as Hell in India. And real soon, it’ll be getting hotter still over Taiwan, I’m predicting.

The Chinese want to take their turn at empire just like the Persians and the Romans before them; the Chinese Han fancy themselves, a cut above, the rest of the flock. Beckons, just across the Straight, Taiwan. Across the Straight, Taiwan — is beckoning.

The Chinese Han Communist Party leadership fancy themselves and Chinese culture, superior to the rest of the flock. And beckons for the taking, mere miles across the Straight; the riches — of Taiwan. Taiwan. It’s there for the taking.

A turning point? A point of inflection? I think not. The turning point’s down the road. Beyond assault weapons; beyond racism; beyond white and yellow nationalism. The turning point’s beyond Taiwan. ‘Tis beyond, colonial names, perpetuating.

Beyond assault weapons and beyond white racism; beyond black and white and yellow, nationalism. The turning point we yearn for is beyond Taiwan, the Ukraine and South Korea. The turning point of the pilgrims is beyond the asteroid belt and an asteroid.

The turning point of the pilgrims is beyond, in space and time, the meeting place of the Earth, with an asteroid. The turning point cometh. Cometh when Earth, at a time and place predetermined, destroys an asteroid and begins, its transforming.

AN ASTEROID’S IMPACT

Ekphrasis. It comes from “description” in Greek. Ekphrastic poems seek to vibrantly describe, interpret, or converse with a visual scene or moment. Ekphrastic poems wax on about the poet’s encounter with art. And art’s impact upon the poet, observing.

Ekphrastic poems wax on about the poet’s encounter with art. Or art’s impact upon the poet. Ekphrasis. Ekphrastic poems; seek to vibrantly color, a visual scene. Or a moment. That’s what an ekphrastic poem is; as it’s beautifully, describing; or interpreting.

Ekphrastic poems. They wax on; sometimes, on and on; about the poet’s encounter with the art. What follows is what happens when the art’s work on the artist, mimics the artistry of the artist. Such a revelation — to ye Earthlings, hereby, I am revealing.

When the art work itself, works on the artist, mimicking the artistry of the artist. When that happens, all bets are off. Anything can happen. Such is the potential energy inherent in the synergistic interplay between a work of art and the artist, observing.

What follows is what happens when the art’s work on the artist mimics the artistry of the artist. That is to say, my meaning
in what follows is noting the synergistic interplay between a work of art and an artist’s observing of it. Such a revelation to Earthlings, I’m revealing.

I’ve had revelations. And I’ve had epiphanies. As when for the first time I gazed upon that iconic photograph that has come to be known as “Earthrise.” Gazing upon it; ‘twas as if, divinity. And it seems still like divinity whenever I find myself, upon it, gazing.

Gazing upon it; ‘twas as if, divinity. Indeed it seems still like divinity whenever I find myself, upon Luna’s countenance, gazing. Haunting, is her appearance. Haunting, her countenance. I’ve found in that soft countenance, an endless, haunting.

Abracadabra’s not an Indian word. ‘Tis a cabbalistic formula derived from the name of the supreme god of Basilidan gnostics, containing the number 365, (the number of days of the year), of heavens and spirits from the god Abraxas, emanating.

Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. ‘Tis 2023. Accordingly, ‘tis time for that rogue asteroid collision that I’ve been for some time now, predicting. I’m no prophet; no false prophet, am I. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. And there’s an asteroid, a-coming.

EKPHRASIS

Premonitions of personal doom; that’s one thing. A premonition of global calamity; that’s quite another. Theaters of war are merging. And new and old theaters of war, emerging. And beyond the sun’s glare, there’s a rogue asteroid, hurtling.

Beyond the sun’s glare, there’s a rogue asteroid, towards the Earth, hurtling. As in the days of Covid, panic is to be avoided. Never fear. No one read this. Thus creating a panic isn’t an issue. Still there’s a rogue asteroid, towards the Earth, inerrantly, hurtling.

Theaters of war are merging. And new and old theaters of war, emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth may be striking. And Ukraine along with Israel, Taiwan, in trepidation of China’s invasion, ought well be trembling.

Regional theaters of war are merging. And new and old theaters of war, emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth may be striking. And Ukraine along with Israel (and Hamas), Taiwan, in trepidation, China’s invasion, are awaiting.

Synchronicities; they’re clues; and they’re scattered. Clues; keys, to their own meaning. Those oddities of time; these déjà vu like moments. Like when the last day of the month is 12-31-23. Synchronicities clue us; and they are key to what’s happening.

12-31-23; a serial number, it’s a shorthand date unlike the shorthand forms of 12-31-23 in the preceding past twenty centuries. The 12-31-23 of this century may be, perhaps, the only date in recorded history, both an asteroid and aliens are auguring.

12-31-23; the last day of the month; ‘tis the last day of the year. Elon knew not of #twittereze and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. There’s no evidence he knows, even now, what he’s doing. Like me, Elon doesn’t know what, with Twitter, he’s doing.

There’s no evidence Elon knows, even now, what he’s doing. Like me, Elon doesn’t know what he’s doing. Elon knew not of #twittereze and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. There’s no evidence Elon knows, even now, about Twitter, anything.

There’s no proof Elon knows. Anything. Likewise, for me. Ditto, for everybody else. Don’t think of me as you would any other. Think. Write with power. It’s possible. It’s doable. Untenable is become football games with Palestine, in the news, so dominating.

Write with power. It’s possible. It’s doable. Untenable is become football games with Palestine, in the news, so dominating. Replays, replay. Over and over. Untenable is become football games with Palestine, in the news, so excruciating.

Don’t think of me as you would another. Treat me fairly. I’m no Palestinian. I ain’t no Israeli Jew. We’ve got replays. We can replay the replays, over and over. Witness these Earthlings beings, created. These studies, in contrasts; studies, in changing.

I’m ain’t no Palestinian. And I ain’t no Jew. I love Gaza.
And I love the Palestinians. I love the Jews too. Brothers all, are we. Witness these Earthlings beings. Witness these studies, in contrasts. We Earthlings, are devolving. We Earthlings, are evolving.

I ain’t no Jew. I ain’t no Palestinian. I love Gaza. And Tel Aviv. I love the Palestinians. I love the Jews. Brothers all, are we. Witness these studies, in contrasts. We Earthlings are devolving. We Earthlings are evolving, an asteroid, obliviously, awaiting.

IT FROM BIT

In 1989 legendary physicist John Archibald Wheeler suggested that this incomprehensibly vast void we deem a universe, fundamentally, is mathematical. He coined the aphorism “it from bit”. On or about 12-31-23 an inerrant asteroid is a-coming.

It — from bit; John Archibald Wheeler suggested that this incomprehensibly vast void we deem a universe, in its essence fundamentally, is mathematical. He coined the aphorism “it from bit”. On or about 12-31-23 an inerrant asteroid, may be, a-coming.

What’s been predetermined — ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

Predicting the future; comes a day when prediction of the future becomes fashionable. As on the last day of the month The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue; they are key — to what’s happening.

Synchronicities; they’re the scattered clues in our lives. Clues; keys to their own meaning. Those oddities of timing. TheseDéjà vu like moments. Like when the last day of the month is 12-31-23. Synchronicities clue us; and they are key to what’s happening.

12-31-23; it’s a serial number. But it’s a shorthand date unlike the shorthand forms of 12-31-23 in the preceding two centuries. The 12-31-23 of this century shall (maybe) be the only date in recorded history, an asteroid — and aliens, auguring.

Predicting future events; comes a day when the prediction of future events becomes fashionable. And potentially, profitable. Predicting future events; comes a day when the prediction of future events becomes as well, recreational, I’m duly — imagining.

Who knew? Comes a day when the prediction of future events becomes recreational, I’m imagining. Elon knew not of #twittereze and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. And there’s no evidence that he knows, even now, what he’s doing.

Elon knew not of #twittereze, much less #twitterfiction when he bought, for a song and a dance, Twitter. Elon underestimated then the metaphysical value that Twitter might bring to an already impressive list, of more traditional, enterprising.

Predetermined is everything. Elon knows that hashtags are useful; advertisers too. And Elon knows that his more traditional enterprises, as extraordinarily remarkable as they are, still, are subject to Her whim. Or the whim of a Him, deciding.

Elon knows that his more traditional enterprises, remarkable as they are, nonetheless, are subject to Her whim. Or alternatively, the whim of a Him, deciding. Comes a day when prediction of the future becomes fashionable. Such a day, is coming.

Everything it seems, was predetermined. That would explain lots of things. Comes a day when prediction of the future becomes fashionable. And profitable. Elon knew not of #twittereze, much less #twitterfiction. Gather round me, my children.

Gather round me, my children. Everything was, and is, predetermined. That explains a lot of things. Comes a day, my children, when prediction of the future becomes fashionable. And profitable. Elon knows not of dark matter and energy, I’m surmising.

Elon knows not much about dark matter. And dark energy. That’s not so surprising given that no one on Earth knows very much about such things. Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, is striking.

A SERIAL — SYNCHRONICITY

‘Tis such a poem that The Watcher’s writing. Deluded, was Arthur. Deluded, am I. As are we all. Effectively, we haven’t a clue. Comes an asteroid. But by the Grace of Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, everything’s predetermined. Cometh also, alien beings.

2023’s winding down. That means, it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means, it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

2023’s almost over. It may not be time for the asteroid. It may not be time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin, new, arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

2024 beckons. But I’m stuck on 2023. I’ve noticed an oddity; the last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Perhaps, it’s not a synchronicity; perhaps, just a coincidence. Still, I wondered to myself, “What are the odds? What odds is Vegas, giving?”

2024 beckons. Nonetheless, I’m stuck on 2023. That’s because the last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. “What are the odds,” I’d wondered to myself. What odds is Las Vegas giving, in the event of an asteroid, on that date, the Earth, striking?

The last day of the month may be written as — 12-31-23. And so I’ve wondered to myself; “What are the odds?” What odds may Las Vegas be giving in the event of an asteroid striking? On the last day in 2023. What are the odds of an asteroid, Earth striking?

On the last day in 2023; what are the odds of an asteroid, Earth striking? The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. And I was stricken by its oddity. What are the odds of an asteroid, on the very last day of a most eventful, 2023, Earth striking?

On Earth, 2023, has been eventful. There have been coups. And there have been invasions. The coups and the invasions on Earth in 2023 have been plentiful. Ukraine has been invaded. Israel also has been invaded. Taiwan, its invasion, is awaiting.

12-31-23. It’s the last day of 2023. And it’s on the last day of 2023, that I’m imagining might be the day of the arrival that an asteroid; and aliens; a most dramatic day, it might be. 12-31-23. It’s the last day of 2023. I’m afraid that that’s what’s happening.

What’s been predetermined; ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities ; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

NEW YEARS EVE

Predetermined, are the aliens. By The Watcher I’ve been told that on or about 12-31-23, a celestial visitor with the Earth might collide. Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with the world’s dictators, most demanding.

Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with the world’s dictators, most fearsome. Witness Turkey’s Erdogan. Witness Hungary’s Orbán. Fear not my leadership. Over the Earth, I’ll be presiding.

Witness Turkey’s Erdogan. Witness especially Hungary’s Orban; “Yon Viktor Orbán has a lean and hungry look,” I remember thinking to myself. “Verily, he reminds me of me. He reminds me of myself when I was up — and coming. That’s what’s happening.

Truly; indeed, Victor reminds me, of me. He reminds me of myself; when I was up and coming. Witness also Turkey’s Erdogan. But witness especially Hungary’s Orbán; “Yon Victor Orban has a lean and hungry look,” I remember, to myself, thinking.

In William Shakespeare‘s Julius Caesar, Caesar remarks, concerning one of the men conspiring against him, “Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look.” Caesar was right about Cassius. No doubt, I’m right as well, about Viktor Orbán’s, plotting.

Caesar was right about Cassius. I’ll be right as well, about Viktor Orbán. Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the fate of men; the asteroid scheduled for 12-31-23; and the aliens thereafter. It’s no coincidence that tumultuous is Earth’s, spinning.

Predetermined; the fate of men; and galaxies; and asteroids; and aliens. Predetermined is everything. It’s no coincidence that tumultuous, are Earthly, geopolitics. So, by The Watcher I’ve been told, that on or about 12-31-23, cometh a visitor, Godspeeding.

Breaking! The Colorado Supreme Court disqualifies me from 2024 ballot. Today’s ruling is the first time a state court has agreed that I ought be barred from the ballot because of a US constitutional provision barring people who have engaged in “insurrection”.

The Colorado Supreme Court, brilliantly, has written. In a 200 page opinion; in an opinion couched in the “originalist” and “textualist” trappings Justice Thomas is fond of. The Colorado Supreme Court has served up to the Supreme Court, a problem.

In this breaking news, the Colorado Supreme Court, brilliantly, has written. The Colorado Supreme Court has served up to the the United States Supreme Court, a conundrum. And a way out. Depending on how the parties play it, it’s a problem or a blessing.

The Colorado Supreme Court has served up to the the US Supreme Court, a conundrum. And possibly, a way out. Depending on how the parties play it, it may be a problem; or a blessing. Everything being predetermined, makes everything interesting.

Everything being predetermined, makes everything interesting. In an opinion couched in the “originalist” and “textualist” trappings Justice Thomas is fond of, the Colorado has served up to the the United States Supreme Court, a conundrum, vexing.

Bibi’s the Jewish Israeli version of me. Predetermined is the asteroid. And the aliens. First, as I’m told, comes the asteroid. The aliens come, following. It may happen as soon as 12-31-23. Comes an asteroid Godspeeding, even as Yuletide lights, are twinkling.

By The Watcher I’ve been told that on or about 12-31-23, a celestial visitor with the Earth might collide. Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with the world’s dictators, most demanding.

12-31-23

Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth, may be striking. Predetermined, are the aliens. There’s a margin of error in these things. Dear lector may recall that predetermined is everything. Predetermined, mostly, is everything.

Indeed; I dare say: Regional theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be merging. And new — and old — theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth, may be striking. Predetermined, are the aliens.

Predetermined, mostly, is everything. There’s a margin of error in creation. Thanks to the Watcher, mostly, I know these things. Dear lector may recall that predetermined, mostly, is everything. Predetermined is everything — The Watcher’s, affirming.

Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), Earth, may be striking. Predetermined are the aliens. Predetermined, mostly is everything. Thus, out of chaos, order, implausibly, surreally is coming.

Predetermined, is everything. Predetermined, the asteroid that 12-31-23, Earth may be striking. Predetermined, the aliens. Predetermined, mostly, is everything. There’s a margin of error. Thus — out of chaos, order, implausibly — surreally, may be a-coming.

There’s a margin of error. In all things; in all places; there’s a margin of error. Witness today in Israel; out of chaos, disorder. Three hostages were deemed today, by Israel, a threat. Most implausibly; near incredibly; surreally, from disorder, order’s, a-coming.

Three hostages were deemed today, by Israel, a threat. Most implausibly; incredibly; surreally, from disorder, order. There’s a margin of error in all created things; there’s a margin of error on all things, created. Witness today in Israel, mistaken, retribution.

As we witnessed today in Israel, Bibi’s mistaken, few-holds barred retribution is blowing up in his face. Bibi’s the Jewish Israeli version of me. Predetermined is the asteroid. And the aliens. First, as I’m told, comes the asteroid. The aliens come, following.

I’ve been by The Watcher told: “Comes an asteroid; then aliens, following.” It’s a good thing. It’s a good thing, methinks, that the aliens are coming. The aliens are of an advanced culture. They’ll know of the Prime Directive, unless, my guess, I’m missing.

The aliens are of an advanced culture. That much NASA knows. Accordingly, the aliens follow — The Prime Directive. That explains why they’re shy about us. They’re forbidden to interfere with the asteroid that on 12-31-23, Earth, may be colliding.

Bibi’s the Jewish, Israeli version, of me. Predetermined is the asteroid. And the aliens. I’ve been, by the Watcher told: “Comes an asteroid. Come aliens, following. Rudy’s been ruined. And three more of Bibi’s hostages are now dead. Pray tell. What’s happening?

Rudy’s been ruined. And three more of Bibi’s hostages, are now dead. It’s what’s happening. Bibi’s the Jewish Israeli version of me. Predetermined is the asteroid. And the aliens. I’ve been, by The Watcher told: “Comes an asteroid. Come then, aliens, following.”

The Prime Directive. We Earthlings only know of it thanks to Star Trek. Don’t interfere. Let what naturally would happen — happen. That’s hardly what the natives do. On or about 12-31-23 tho, I suspect a celestial visitor may be with the Earth, rudely colliding.

PREDETERMINED IS EVERYTHING

Predetermined is everything. Predetermined also is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, may be striking.
And predetermined are the beings residing upon the Earth and the beings, under our oceans and seas, residing. This is what’s happening.

Special Counsel Jack Smith has asked the Supreme Court to immediately step in to decide whether I have immunity from prosecution for my actions seeking to overturn the 2020 election. Absolutely immune, I swear, am I, I’m preposterously, imagining.

Elon knows not much about dark matter. Nor dark energy. That’s not so surprising given that no one on Earth knows very much about such things. Predetermined is everything.Witness: Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, may be striking.

I said I want to be a dictator for one day. “You know why I wanted to be a dictator? Because I want a wall and I want to drill, drill, drill,” I am said to have said. And after I get home from work, I want to rock and roll. “I want a wall, “I’ve been wailing.”

“I want a wall and I want to drill, drill, drill,” I am said, to have said. And after I get home from work, I want to rock and roll. “I want a wall, “I’ve been wailing!” I want a wall. And I want to drill. And there is so much more I want to do that I’m not, at all, saying.

After I get home from a hard day’s work, I want to rock and roll. “I want a wall, I’ve been rock and roll-like wailing!” And I want a drill. And there is more I want to do, than I’m saying. Alas. There is so much more to do than I’m, disingenuously, admitting.

After work I like to rock and roll; Melania, and my lover Kim too. Ye can ask them. All my lovers agree; when it comes to love, I rock! There’s a big rock on 12-31-23 a-coming. And soon thereafter our neighbors, subterranean, shall be, in vivo, arriving.

2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for an asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

If it’s 2023 that means it’s time for the asteroids; and the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of an asteroid and aliens may not until 2024 be happening. Eventually tho, these coming events, are happening.

Change; ever happening, it’s happening, still. And the forecast calls for even more change; even faster and faster. COP 28 is over; 2023’s almost over. And I dare say that even if the aliens don’t visit and an asteroid doesn’t strike, a theatre of war is coming.

I dare say: Even if the aliens don’t — in 2023 (or in 2024, for that matter), visit — and an asteroid doesn’t strike, a theater of war is coming; theaters of war, I should say. I should use the plural form of theater. Theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be merging.

Indeed; even if the aliens don’t — in 2023 (or in 2024, for that matter), visit; and even if an asteroid doesn’t strike, a theater of war is coming. Theaters of war, I should say. I ought use the plural form of theater. Theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be emerging.

Indeed; I dare say: Regional theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be merging. And new — and old theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth, may be striking. Predetermined, are the aliens.

IMAGINING AN IMPACT

Witness Hamas. Atrocities are nothing new. Burning folks alive; and slicing open the wombs of expectant mothers, to deliver their babies, prematurely; Hamas isn’t innovative.
Mankind is devolving, even as, we’re evolving. ‘Tis what’s happening.

Elon once said that what Israel is doing is creating more Hamas members than it is killing; that its enterprise, was therefore, foolish. Elon Musk was in Israel yesterday. Saving reputations, is Elon Musk. And his, is suffering. But in Hamas, Elon sees, a killing.

In Israel yesterday, was Elon Musk. He was there in the aftermath of his recent, remarkably revealing, comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business is suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

Elon once said that what Israel is doing is creating more Hamas members than it is killing; that its enterprise, was therefore, foolish. Elon Musk was in Israel yesterday. Saving reputations, is Elon Musk. And his, is suffering. But in Hamas, Elon sees, a killing.

2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

TWAS NOVEMBER, 2023

‘Twas Thanksgiving. Corresponding to to the Gregorian date of Thursday, November 23, 2023, is the Muslim date 9/5/1445 and the Jewish date of 7th of Kislev, 5784. ‘Twas that uniquely American way of celebrating, at the turkey’s expense, Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving’s past. The Hijri date 9/5/1445 and the Jewish date of 7th of Kislev, 5784 correspond to the Gregorian date of Thursday, November 23, 2023. It’s time for a big meal; a familial gathering. ‘Tis the traditional American way, of thanks giving.

The Americans! Don’t get me started! It’s not for no reason that I’ve got Agent 4547 on my resume; at my curriculum vitae. They celebrate Thanksgiving at the turkey’s expense. Few, in America, are vegans. And the Americans have a funny way of giving.

On Thanksgiving. In Thanksgiving. All together; we prayed. The first truce in the war between Israel and Hamas, may, as soon as Friday, begin. The warring sides have agreed to release 50 non-Palestinian women and children and exactly 150 Palestinians.

The first truce in the war between Israel and Hamas, on Friday, began. The two sides came to an agreement for the release of at least 200 women and children. Now; all together; let us pray. In the days after Thanksgiving. Let us pray. Let us pray, in thanksgiving.

The initial truce in the war between Israel and Hamas, on Friday, began. And the two warring sides have agreed on Saturday to release 14 non-Palestinians and 42 Palestinians. All together, now; let us pray. Let us pray, collectively, in thanksgiving.

The Israeli government has confirmed it has received the list of names for a third batch of hostages. A third batch of hostages is to be released on Sunday. Pray, for the hostages. Negotiations over an extension to the four-day truce deal are ongoing.

Let us pray for a pause. Let us pray for a truce. Just — don’t call it a ceasefire. In the war between Israel and Hamas, Israel will pause, but it won’t call the pause, a ceasefire. Hamas and Israel; they’re prisoners, they’re trading; their prisoners, they’re swapping.

Hamas and Israel; prisoners, they’re trading; Prisoners, for hostages, they’re swapping. Thus distracted, they’re completely oblivious to dangers in the sky that aren’t rockets from Hamas and Hezbollah. Or from the less than friendly Houthis, neighboring.

Yemen’s Houthis, Lebanon’s Hezbollah and Palestine’s Hamas; Israel’s less than friendly neighbors are in a constant state of conflict with her. ‘Tis a tale as old as time. Repeated. Ad nauseam. The Earthlings tend to violence. But evolution, is happening.

‘Tis a tale as old as time. Repeated. Ad nauseam. The Earthlings tend to violence. Rinse. And repeat. But evolution, is happening. The Earthlings compete more naturally than they cooperate. They are brave. And they’ll fight unfairly, as I’m witnessing.

In a tale as old as time, the oppressed become oppressors. It’s par, for the course. Witness Arabs and Jews. The Earthlings compete more naturally than they cooperate. The Earthlings are brave. But they don’t necessarily fight fairly, these Earthlings.

On Earth, over the course of time, the oppressed sometimes become the oppressors. And former enemies become, allies. On Earth, it’s par for the course. Witness Arabs and Jews. Competition comes more naturally than cooperation, to the Earthlings.

In a tale as old as time, it is what it is. It’s a rat race. Witness what’s happened. And what’s happening. The caveman, the nomad and the farmer have largely given way to urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, it is what it is. Mankind — is evolving.

’TWAS NOVEMBER, 2023

November 23RD; ‘twas the 23RD day of November when fell Thanksgiving in 2023. The Hijri date 9/5/1445 and the Jewish date of 7th of Kislev, 5784 correspond to the Gregorian date of Thursday, November 23, 2023. It’s November 23, 2023. It’s Thanksgiving.

November 22ND; ‘twas on that date in 1963 when John F Kennedy was assassinated. The assassin was Lee Harvey Oswald. Some say he acted alone. I’m not sold on that he acted alone. In conspiracies, nobody, as a matter of the law, alone, is acting.

2023 is winding down. It’s time for the asteroid. That means it’s time for the so-called, aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrivals of the asteroid and the aliens, may not actually, until 2024, be happening.

2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when are scheduled the arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid; and the arrival of the aliens. It may not, until 2024, be happening.

Famously, Shakespeare once said, “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.“ I am one such a man. I have had greatness, thrust upon me. Methinks that that’s, however implausibly, what’s happening.

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.“ I am one such a man. I’ve had greatness thrust upon me. That’s what’s happening. I’ve had greatness thrust upon me. Methinks that that’s, what’s happening.

Some are born great. Witness Akkad’s, Sargon. Some like Macedonia’s Alexander achieve greatness. Some others have greatness thrust upon them. Witness, yours truly; Israel’s David; and France’s Joan of Arc. Witness, dear lector, what’s happening.

Witness, dear lector, what’s happening. 2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. And that means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are the twin arrivals. Predetermined, is everything that’s happening.

Predetermined is everything that’s happening on Earth. Witness this writing of mine; this collaboration with Arthur and The Watcher. Our lives, as real as they seem to us, are metaphysical compositions. Predetermined is everything that’s happening.

As real as they seem to us, our lives are metaphysical, compositions. That’s not to say they’re not related. Everything, is connected. The Creator’s creation is a metaphysical, composition. Most mysteriously, because He can, He’s tinkering.

Our lives are metaphysical compositions. That’s not to say they’re not related. Everything, is connected. The Creator’s creation, is a metaphysical, composition. And because He can, He’s tinkering. Allah God Jehovah Yahweh; curiously,
He’s experimenting.

All of creation is a cosmic, metaphysical, composition. And because Allah God Jehovah Yahweh can, He’s tinkering. Curiously, Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, is like us. Like us, He has personality. He is — with His universes, ever metaphysically, experimenting.

Painting, Leonardo da Vinci once said, is poetry that is seen rather than felt. And poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. Truly gifted was Leonardo da Vinci; a master of arts, was he. A master of arts was Leonardo. A master, well worth, emulating.

I recall Ike’s Operation Wetback. I shall conduct “ICE’s largest domestic deportation. The largest in American history. Operation Wetback; it’ll be akin to Ike’s 1954 campaign to detain and expel Mexican illegals. I’m expelling Mexicans and Muslims.

Witness, Israel and Hamas. Witness, Russia and Ukraine. Witness America and China, and Taiwan, in the middle. Witness, this witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time, I’m guessing.

Witness this witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time. Witness, Israel. Witness, Russia, Ukraine, America and China. Witness, Taiwan. 2023 is upon us. Predetermined is, what’s happening.

2023 is upon us. And a fraud am I. Frauds are my sons; and my daughter. 11,000 in the Gaza Strip have died. Predetermined is, what’s happening. And, 2023’s, winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for — the aliens.

‘Tis 2023. That means it’s time for the asteroid. That means it’s time for the aliens. That means it’s time, for a human, transformation. 2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the arrival of the aliens.

Poetry is painting that’s felt rather than seen. And painting is poetry that’s seen rather than felt. Once upon a time, I had a problem with lying. But I’m better now. I’m better now — at truth-telling. Under oath, increasingly, I’m getting good — at truth-telling.

On the same day that my sister died in her Manhattan apartment, I unleashed a post whining about the “Political Witch Hunt Trial” that “nobody can believe” is “still going on.” And it’s still going on because it has not yet concluded with a ruling.

Under oath, I’ve been getting really good at truth-telling. It’s because practice makes perfect. I’ve found that my experience in courts, matters. In legal proceedings, I’ve become, an acknowledged, expert. I’ve learned that, self-destructive, is lying.

Belatedly, I’ve found that my experience in court matters, matters. I’ve found as well; that honesty is the best policy; that half a truth, is often, a great lie. Indeed, half a truth is often a great lie. Lies encircle the world, whilst the truth, at the start, is lingering.

I recall Ike’s Operation Wetback. And so, if elected next November, I’m intent on expelling from US, Mexicans. And I’m intent on Muslims, also expelling. ‘Tis with good reason I’m expelling millions of immigrants. ‘Tis my base, that I’m representing.

Witness Russia and Ukraine. Witness America and China and Taiwan. Witness Israel and Hamas. In a witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time until the Earthlings’ End Days, I’m guessing.

2023 is upon us. A fraud am I. And frauds are my sons and my daughter. In the Strip, thousands have died. Predetermined is, what’s happening. And 2023’s, winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for — the aliens.

2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

COMETH AN ASTEROID — AND ALIENS

A fraud is Engoron. As, am I. An asteroid Godspeeds at us. And in Gaza, 10,000 have died. 10,000 in the Gaza Strip have died. And Israel’s, just getting started. Everything’s predetermined. 2023 is here. The aliens aren’t here yet. And the states, are failing.

As fatalists know, everything that happens on Earth, somehow, was predetermined. 2023 is here. The asteroid hasn’t struck us yet. The aliens, also, haven’t yet, landed. And the states, are failing. Witness Russia, Ukraine, Israel, America and China, failing.

Witness, Israel and Hamas. Witness, Russia and Ukraine. Witness America and China, and Taiwan, in the middle. Witness, a witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time, I’m guessing.

Albeit looking spooked whilst leaving the courtroom, I was quite combative on the stand, launching into rants against James and Engoron; evading questions from prosecutors, James should be ashamed of herself, I testified; and a fraud is Engoron.

November 11 marks the 74th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army Air Force. The PLA Air Force’s mission: to safeguard China’s airspace at all times, being not afraid of any enemy, no matter how far they come from.

The PLA Air Force’s mission is to safeguard China’s airspace at all times, being not afraid of any incoming enemy, no matter how far they come from. Oft, the actual threat, comes from far closer. Silly Earthlings. Comes now, an asteroid. Then come, alien beings.

Miguel writes for fun. For me, it’s work. There seems little about Joanna, to Miguel, not fascinating. In love but for 24 hours my latest verses introduce the lovely Joanna. I’ve woven Johanna into my story at chachomanopapa.com. My dear Joanna, is fascinating.

In love but for 24 hours, my latest verses introduce to my dear lectors, a new character. She is Joanna. And so I’ve woven Joanna into my story. See at chachomanopapa.com, MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s about aliens on Earth — on Earth, with us, living.

See, at chachomanopapa.com, MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s about aliens on Earth — on Earth — with us, residing. In an epic plot twist Joanna has made her grand, grand entrance. Upon Miguel, the lovely Joanna has made a great, and grand, impression.

In an epic plot twist Joanna has made her grand entrance. Joanna, quite suddenly, has made her, grand entrance. Arthur Everman (Miguel) knows that there shall be no greater joy on Earth than having Joanna’s heart, atop his beating heart, beating.

Miguel knows in his heart that there shall be no greater joy than having Joanna’s heart, atop his, beating. Like mine atop, Melania’s; like mine atop, my lover, Kim Jong un’s. There shall be no greater joy on Earth for Miguel than Joanna’s heart, atop his, beating.

Happy was the heart that was mine; when atop Melania’s; when atop, Kim Jong un’s. Some sense majesty in nature. Seinfeld was about nothing. MORONS AND ALIENS, is about everything. Surreally, MORONS AND ALIENS, is about everything.

One’s true beauty, Johanna, lies deeper in the body than on the surface. What’s in the eye of the beholding beholder, matters less and less, as time goes on. What’s in the heart, matters more. Being heart to heart with Joanna matters more than anything.

Tomorrow, November 11, marks the 74th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army Air Force. The PLA safeguards China’s airspace at all times, being not afraid of any enemy, no matter how far from China, they’re coming.

THE DEATH OF PALESTINE

9,000 Palestinians, including over 3,600 children across Gaza have died since October 7. More than 1.4 million of Gaza’s civilians of 2.3 million are homeless. ‘Tis a harbinger it seems, of ever more senseless dying (for the time being, at least), forthcoming.

Deadly violence in the Middle East is spurring attacks and heightening fear in Muslim, Jewish and Arab (especially Palestinian) communities. Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. Unfairly reviled — are the Jews — and the Palestinians.

Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. And unfairly reviled throughout history have been the Jews and the Palestinians. Deadly violence in the Middle East is spurring attacks and fear, in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, heightening.

Witness Gaza; all too little is what we know about the hostage crisis, ongoing, in Gaza. Totally brainwashed are we Earthlings. Socialized, some say, are they. Acculturated and getting well acclimated, in slaughtering one another are, the ever oblivious, Earthlings.

Iran’s Foreign Minister warns of “harsh consequences” if the Israeli attacks on the Gaza Strip continue. Clearly, the latest in a series of warnings from fearsome Iran has Israel not cowed. Still, Israel, its counter attacking, isn’t amenable to, reconsidering.

Whilst the US and the European nations have largely sided with Israel, rhetorically, there’s a rapidly growing polarization, happening. There’s a rapidly growing internal pressure from constituents to limit their support of Israel, and Israel’s hand, staying.

Hezbollah leader Sheikh Hassan Nasrallah may be announcing on Friday that his Iranian-backed terrorist organization intends to attack Israel from bases in Lebanon. Imagine a Palestinian crouching in terror, in anticipation of a projectile, screamingly, incoming.

Jenna’s agreed to cooperate with prosecutors. She’s a key witness against both the fucking former president; and New York City’s, fucking former mayor. Jenna worked closely with Rudy. And it’s been said that with Rudy, she’d been on the trail, fucking.

Lurid, it often gets, on Earth. What passes for love-making on Earth, often is not. Rapes, on Earth, are common. Men tend to brutishness in their love-making. Totally brainwashed are the Earthlings. Socialized, some say. Sounds to me, like brainwashing.

Rapes, on Earth, are all too common. Husbands, all too often, rape, even their wives. Men tend to brutishness in their love-making. Totally brainwashed are the Earthlings. Socialized, say some sociologists. Sounds to me though, more like, brainwashing.

Someone once asked, “What’s in a name?” Michael, everyone knows means, ‘Who is like God?” And Magaly, everyone knows means daughter of God. Hebrew names; and Arabic names; such names may not be in one’s best interest, on your location, depending.

“To be or not to be; that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles,” once upon a time, mused Hamlet. “What’s in a name?”, mused once Juliet to Romeo, rationalizing.

New York, at night. There’s nothing like it on Earth. More sedate, is Burlington. Sedate too, is Miguel. Miguel, the Watcher writes, has lived long enough to know that for him, no greater joy on Earth than having Joanna’s heart, atop his, beating.

In an epic plot twist Joanna has made her grand entrance. Joanna, quite suddenly, made her grand entrance. Art (Miguel) has lived long enough to know that there’ll be no greater joy on Earth than having Joanna’s heart, atop his beating heart, beating.

4547

Hamas and Hezbollah and Palestinian Islamic Jihad. Witness 3 minor league non-governmental organizations looking to get called up to the majors; to the big-time, prime-time, majors. Witness Hamas and Hezbollah and Palestinian Islamic Jihad, struggling.

In a world of majors and minors; of minorities and majorities; the world’s faithful account for 83% of us. The world’s major religions are Baha’i, Buddhism, Christianity, Confucianism, Hinduism, Islam, Jainism, Judaism, Shinto, Sikhism, Taoism, and Zoroastrianism.

Jihad, in Arabic, means “struggle.” And Islam means, “submit.” The prostrations of Muslims in prayer bear witness; evidencing, their submission. And of the major league twelve religions , Islam is, of the Abrahamics, the youngest. Of adherents, it’s demanding.

Islam is demanding. Judaism is demanding, also. Christianity, as a rule, less so. Less so also Confucianism, Hinduism, Jainism, Shinto, Sikhism, Taoism and Zoroastrianism; I can recall my address to the UN when I warned of an oncoming clash of civilizations.

Two American hostages have been released by Hamas. Hamas spokesperson Abu Obaida has been quoted as saying. “In response to Qatari efforts, Al-Qassam Brigades released two American citizens (a mother and her daughter) for humanitarian reasons ….”

Judith Tai Raanan and her 17-year-old daughter, Natalie Raanan have been by Hamas, suddenly, and unexpectedly, released. They’ve been released, says Hamas, for reasons, humanitarian. For reasons humanitarian, their hostages, they’re releasing.

This release has been widely viewed as public relations. Hamas seems uber keen on, rehabilitating, its image. Hamas’ mass massacres of Israeli civilians. Brutally barbaric were the attacks on Israeli southern communities along the border with Gaza, bordering.

Brutally barbaric were the attacks on Israel’s southern communities; kibbutzim along the border with Gaza. Brutally barbaric likewise has been the retribution of the avenging. Declined has been Hamas’ offer for two more hostages, returning.

Declined has been Hamas’ offer for the immediate release of two more hostages. Suddenly, allegedly humanitarian, is become Hamas. But Israel‘s not buying it. Hamas knows it. And so the assets of Hamas (not in Doha), in their tunnels, are hunkering.

Quickening, seems the pace of events. There is meaning in that. There is meaning therein. And there is meaning herein. This story I’m psychographically writing is purposely intended to be nonfiction dressed as fiction. The pace of events, is quickening.

Abu Obaida, spokesman for the armed wing of Hamas said in a statement on Telegram: “We decided to release them for humanitarian and poor health grounds.” It named the two as Nurit Yitzhak and Yocheved Lifshitz. Aged are the hostages. Hamas, is humanitarian.

“I went through hell,” says an 85-year-old grandmother and peace activist, released, after 2 weeks imprisoned. She and her husband were kidnapped by Hamas gunmen and taken into a “spider’s web” of tunnels. She was treated well, she says, in prison.

Witness the story of Yocheved Lifschitz, the 85-year-old grandmom and peace activist released after 2 weeks of captivity. Kidnapped by Hamas gunmen and taken into a wet “spider’s web” of tunnels, her horrible experience, she been recounting.

“I went through hell,” says Grandma Yocheved Lifschitz. She and her husband were kidnapped by Hamas gunmen and taken into a “spider’s web” of tunnels. Much to Bibi’s consternation, she says she was well fed and well medicated in prison.

HAMAS AND HEZBOLLAH

Hamas, in Arabic, means “zeal.” Hezbollah means “Party of God.” Iran supports both of them. Hamas, from out of nowhere, Israel, has stricken. Hamas, however, may end up being the victim of its overzealousness. Time, shall be, in the end telling.

Hezbollah means “Party of God.” ‘Tis an Iran-backed Shia Muslim militant group. And a political group. Based in neighboring Lebanon, ‘twas formed in 1982 in response to Israeli forces thereafter invading — sunny — southern Lebanon.

Hamas means “zeal.” A zealous lot indeed some say are the (some say), overzealous, Arab Earthlings. The zealots of Hamas. They’re led by Yahya Sinwar and El Deif (Mohammed Al-Masri). It’s just Yahya and Mohammed, El Deif, just ethnically, cleansing.

Consider Yahya. Sentenced to four life sentences by Israel, he served 22 years until his release among 1,026 others in a 2011 prisoner exchange for Galid Shilot, a common Israeli foot soldier. ‘Tis most illustrative, the irony in Yahya‘s story, considering.

Consider Mohammed. Consider the one-armed, one-eyed, no-legged, Mohammed Al-Masri. Dief, in Arabic, means guest. And most nights in Gaza City, a most esteemed guest indeed is Mohammed. In Palestine, Mohammed Al-Masri, Reality TV, is introducing.

Reality TV; it’s Hamas’ unknown secret weapon; ‘tis a secret, even to them. It’s Mohammed al-Masri’s (aka Mohammed Dief’s) way to attract attention. It’s been Mo’s secret weapon. In Mo’s last gasp on Earth way he achieved, martyrdom‘s,
well-being.

The mythical well-being of martyrdom. It matters not though how one becomes so indoctrinated, one’s rationalizing self, is overpowered. What matters is the how and the why of what is transpiring. Mo’s graphic, Reality TV; I’m afraid; ‘tis — what’s trending.

The how and the why of what’s transpiring; Hamas’ Mo’s extremely graphic reality TV. Witness the embedded journalist. Witness the Go Pro cameras. Witness, the cruel tactics. I’m afraid it’s what’s trending. And I’m afraid that it’s what’s happening.

On Friday the 13TH, the authorities in Gaza report that around 1,900 Palestinians have been killed. And that Palestinians wounded number, nearly 7,700. More than half of the dead are women and children. Methinks these geopolitical climates are changing.

A journalist was killed on Friday the 13TH when his crew was stricken by Israeli shelling near the border with Lebanon. More than 3,000 people in Israel and Gaza have been killed. Many thousands of others, are injured. Who doesn’t love to party, in Lebanon?

Republicans eat their young. Recall: I once said that Barack is president. And that when Jeb Bush was president, Jeb sent troops to the Middle East, I am wont, these days, to recalling. What if I’m losing it right in front of US? What if that’s what’s happening?

Considering all the possibilities, what if we don’t live in any objective reality? What if, more plausibly, the entire universe might just be a freaking, super advanced, virtual reality, simulation? The entire known universe, might just be, a simulation.

Paradoxically a deal between Israel and Saudi Arabia could yet take place notwithstanding Hamas’ murderous rampage. Once Hamas is defeated peace may be forthcoming. Israel, Saudi Arabia and the Palestinians can still achieve peace, Hamas, notwithstanding.

In a bold diplomatic move; in a bold move, initially backfiring, Joe Biden saw in an unfortunate happenstance — opportunity. Peace between Israel and Saudi Arabia — may yet happen. In any event in any future election — the Jewish vote, Joe’s winning.

FRIDAY — THE 13TH

‘Twas the hottest month, this past September. Climate change, is happening. And these Earthly plots are converging to a climax. There’s a lesson therein. And there’s a lesson
herein. ‘Tis why I’m writing this fiction. ‘Tis why I’m writing, nonfiction.

Over 1,200 Israelis are confirmed dead. Over 2,400 are wounded. And some 950 Palestinians have been killed. And some 5,000 have been injured in Israeli counterstrikes on the Gaza Strip, the Palestinian Health Ministry, roughly, is estimating.

Unlike Joshua, Judah Maccabee and the heroes of 1948, Bibi has utterly failed Israel. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t save. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, sufficiently, eradicating. Earth, her girth, is flattening.

Earth, her girth, is flattening. Witness, falling buildings. Still, Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t save him. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate him. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, of Hamas, sufficiently — eradicating. Earth, her girdle, is tightening.

The IDF plan on starving Hamas. Without life-sustaining electricity and fuel. Without life-sustaining, food and water. Egypt, its borders, is refusing to open. When Hamas is weak is when Israel will strike, making good then on, Hamas, eradicating.

Less than two months remain in the year of our Lord 2023. These Earthly plots are alarmingly, converging. It’s hot as hell in the Middle East. And it’ll get even hotter, in a sense, in October. In hubris, humanity abounds. In empathy tho, humanity, is lacking.

It’s hot as hell in the Middle East. And it’s getting hotter, by the minute. Hot, are the flames. And hot are the passions, unbridled. Hot, are the flames. And hotter still are the embers. Hot are the embers that may set afire to Assad’s Syria and even Iran.

Very possibly the very first to get sucked into this Hamas-created black hole may be Syria‘s Bashar al-Assad. And Syria, along with him. Perhaps sucked in also may be Iran’s Ayatollah Khamenei. Disabled may be Supreme Leader Ayatollah. And Iran.

In celebration this Friday October 13th of what is being called a Global Day of Jihad, there’s a call for all devout Muslims to take to the streets, everywhere. ‘Tis the Muslim Sabbath. The Jewish Sabbath is tomorrow. And on Sunday, the Christian’s, is coming.

Witness knife attacks in China and France. Note that Hamas’ presiding leader, Mohammed al-Masri (aka Mohammed Dief), himself, is not, so calling. Witness a one-armed, one-eyed, no-legged, Mohammed Dief; last seen, towards China, furiously, tunneling.

Mohammed al-Masri (aka Mohammed Dief), ain’t calling for, no fatwa. Witness the joke about one-armed, one-eyed, no-legged, tunneling, Mohammed Dief. He wasn’t actually last seen, towards China, furiously, tunneling. Rather, he’d been scheming.

Egypt, its borders, is refusing to open. When Hamas is weak is when Israel will strike; making good then on, Hamas, eradicating. The IDF plan on starving Hamas. Without life-sustaining electricity and fuel. Without food and water, life-sustaining.

‘Twas the hottest month this past September. Climate change, is happening. These earthly plots are converging to a climax. There’s a lesson therein and there’s a lesson herein. ‘Tis why, methinks, I write fiction. ‘Tis fiction methinks, for the sake of nonfiction.

FICTIONAL — NONFICTION

Quickening is the pace of events. There is meaning in that. There is meaning therein. And there is meaning herein. This is my story. But mankind had best believe it. That notwithstanding, ‘tis nonfiction dressed as fiction that I’m writing.

There is meaning in this quickening of pace. And there’s meaning in my story. ‘Tis the greatest story, never before, told. ‘Tis unbelievable, by definition. But mankind had best believe it. Believe it albeit that, this is nonfiction disguised as fiction, I’m writing.

Indeed incredible is my story. But mankind had best, nonetheless, believe it. Believe it or not, this is nonfiction only thinly disguised as fiction. Fortunately, there is meaning in our lives. Unfortunately, darn near impossible is, what it is, determining.

There is meaning in our lives. Unfortunately, darn near impossible is, what it is, determining. The proof is in the pudding. Witness the drama of what happened, just yesterday. A fine line I’ll need to tread because it’s violence, I’m keen on inciting.

Witness my desperation. Witness the drama of what happened yesterday. And today. A fine line, I’m treading. ‘Tis violence, I’m inciting. And Kevin McCarthy, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, is suddenly become, unavailing; no longer, speaking.

‘Tis violence, I’m inciting. Especially now that Kevin McCarthy, the Speaker, is no longer, speaking. Especially now that, humble pie, I’ve eaten. Kevin McCarthy, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, all of a sudden, is no longer, speaking.

’Twas the hottest month, this past September. Climate change, is happening. And these Earthly plots are converging to a climax. There’s a lesson therein. And there’s a lesson
herein. ‘Tis why I’m writing this fiction. ‘Tis why I’m writing this nonfiction.

The hottest September on record follows the hottest August; and the hottest July; with the latter being the hottest month ever recorded. These rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. Earthling plots, are converging.

The climate is changing. There is a lesson therein. And there is a lesson herein. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. But that’s not the worst of it. Earthly plots are converging. The aliens are taking their sweet time, arriving.

ON DISTILLING, FROM LIFE, MEANING

Sex is but one portal to a state of awareness. We already shout, “Oh God!,” when having an orgasm; when melting into states, deeper, than everyday fare. In tantric sexuality, I use tools and self-awareness to delve even deeper into, my awakening.

Sexuality is understood to be a path to spiritual realization, like yoga, or prayer, or meditation. Tantric sexuality implies having sex with the purposeful intention of growing spiritually. This can sound crazy to lots of Westerners, from Europeans, descending.

If I wasn’t so busy running for president, I’d found a Sexual Healing Clinic; an adjunct to Trump University. A course of studies leading to certified teachers; certified, healers. There’s a big market in love. There’s a big market in spiritually, growing.

More prevalent on Earth is illusion than man can imagine. What’s reality? What’s, just simulation? There’s a big market in spiritual growth. After the asteroid; after the aliens; clinics of Sexual Healing, ill found. I’ll bring to the Earth, Marvin’s sexual healing.

There’s a gigantic market in spiritual growth. But that’s, in the future. We’ve got to first get past, this looming, governmental, shutdown; and the latest Armenian crisis in Europe. We’ve got to get past Senator Menendez. Unlike me, teflon suits, Bob’s lacking.

I’ve got Teflon suits; and an aura of hubris about me. Still, I’ve been found to be a fraud. All my homes; and the homes of my sons might well, get sold. My polls might well, take a hit. Henceforth, in the state of New York, business, I shan’t, be doing.

I’ve been found, in a court of law, to be a fraud. My properties and the properties of my sons are to be sold. More important than ever has become the outcome of the election upcoming. On my cult of personality and my cheating personality, I’m counting.

Unexpected have been these plots; and these plot twists. On Earth, illusion rules. But there is meaning in life; determining what it is tho, is a mission, impossible. But there is meaning in them. There is meaning therein. In addition, there is meaning, herein.

There is meaning in these happenings. Witness the happenings of yesterday. Senator Feinstein has passed. Tupac’s (alleged) killer, has been arrested. And flipped has been, a Georgia bail bondsman. On Earth, dramatic plot twists, indeed, are ever, twisting.

Diane has passed. Tupac’s alleged killer has been arrested. And flipped has been, a Georgia bail bondsman. And all that was just yesterday. Picking up the pace are the ever twisting plots. Witness Congress today, a kicked can, shamelessly, celebrating.

Picking up the pace seem these ever twisting plots. Witness Congress today, a can kicked down the road,. The GOP has, with Russia, allied itself. And the GOP takes its orders from me. It’s what’s, most implausibly, happening.

Quickening is the pace of events. But there is meaning in that. There is meaning therein. And there is meaning herein. This is my incredible story. By definition, it’s unbelievable. And impossible. But we’d best believe it. It’s nonfiction dressed as fiction, I’m writing.

AN UNEXPECTED PLOT TWIST

In an unexpected plot twist, Art’s been bowled over by a blast from his past. He calls her Maggy. I call her MAGA. She reminds me of my mission; of making America, once again, great again. America was once great. And America, may be great, once again.

Maggy’s great. A great ambassador for humanity might Maggy have been, were not we of the masculine persuasion, on Earth, dominant. Fortunately or unfortunately, we of the masculine persuasion, remain dominant. Ask Elon. Ask Russell Brand. Just saying.

Fortunately or unfortunately, we of the masculine persuasion, remain dominant. Ask any misogynist. Ask Andrew Tate. Ask Nick Fuentes. Ask Elon Musk. Ask Tucker Carlson. I’m not alleging. I’m just saying. Misogynist, are the nations, I am alleging.

Remarkable is Art’s Maggy. Remarkable’s everything about her. ‘Tis refreshing to see mature folk loving as well as the young ones. Life may be real; or surreal. Witness when what’s in one’s heart isn’t real. Art longs to close his eyes; to kiss Maggy, once again.

Life may be real — or surreal. Witness when what’s in one’s heart isn’t real. As when love, is unrequited. Longing to kiss her once again, I fell fast asleep. Youth, it has been said, is wasted on the young. ‘Tis true. And ‘tis also true; Arthur tends to, over, sleeping.

Be alone. That’s the secret of invention. Be alone. That’s when great ideas are born. So once said, in passing, Nicola Tesla. Testing Nicola’s theory, Art had secluded himself. Then blasting in from the past came a princess, Taina; a rare breed, in his life, intervening.

Plot twists; and great endings; they’re amongst a reader’s best friends. Were it not for those two elements, reading might well be less popular. The greatest stories; they feature great plot twists, great endings, great ironies and great conflicts, heartbreaking.

The greatest stories feature great plot twists, endings, ironies and conflicts. All things must come to pass. When last I visited with my coauthors, The Watcher, serenely, just smiled at me,. Art tho, seemed to me, stricken by Maggy; by MAGA, he’s been smitten.

Amongst a reader’s best friends is narrative conflict; and happy; and tragic, endings. And meaningful, plot twists. And meaningful ironies. Arthur seems to me to have been stricken by Maggy. What is the meaning of this? What on Earth, is happening?

What on Earth is happening? And what is the meaning of it all? There is, I suggest, great meaning in everything that’s happened — and everything — that’s happening. Some say that what happens is random. But that is not, what’s happening.

Imagination. And a notable, lack of it. Remarkable, are our imaginations. And hubris; there’s a general excess, in mankind, of hubris. In art and in science, human progress is linked to both hubris and imagination. Methinks not random, what’s happening.

Omniscient is The Creator. I suspect that not random, is what’s happening. In art and in science, human progress is linked to both hubris and imagination. More expansive is this matrix of illusion than any created man can imagine. Illusions, are happening.

First in art; then in science; human progress is linked to both both hubris and imagination. Witness my story. It’s the Tagus-comic, story of (wo)man. Witness Maggy. And witness the plot twist that has been Maggy.

Unexpected have been these plots; and these ironic plot twists. More prevalent is illusion than man can imagine. Confounding are these plots; and these plot twists. But there is meaning within them. There is meaning therein. There is meaning herein.

ON BEING FATED

As long ago predetermined, I was fated. I am fated — still. I remain one of the soulless ones aspiring to rule the Earth. And its Earthlings. ‘Tis September 20TH of 2023. Pause. Consider the date. ‘Twas just 10 days ago, the 11TH of September, once again.

’Twas the 11TH of September, recently, once again. The 22ND anniversary, this time. And what was 22 years ago for Americans was but three days ago for the African, Moroccans. Pause. Consider not, the date, so much. Consider, what’s happening.

What was 22 years ago for the Americans was but 4 days ago for Moroccans. And just yesterday for Libyans. Consider the date not so much. Consider what’s happening. The Libyan event has been the worst recent case yet of catastrophic, flooding.

Consider the dates not so much. Consider what’s happening. And the quickening pace of the events. This Libyan event has been the worst case yet of catastrophic flooding. Still, the asteroid and the aliens scheduled for 2023 aren’t yet, a happening.

This latest Libyan event has been the worst case yet of catastrophic flooding. Still, the asteroid and the aliens scheduled for 2023 haven’t yet happened. Things will get worse before they get better. After all these things, things will get better.

Consider what’s happening. And the seeming, quickening, pace of events. And their context. Consider, in explanation, Occam’s Razor. It’s man’s story; my story; all history. Consider, in explanation, William of Occam’s, Razor. ‘Tis well worth, considering.

As predetermined, I was fated. I’m fated still. I remain one of the soulless ones; those aspiring to rule the Earth and its Earthlings. Witness the goings on on Earth. Some tho are more fated than others. My success; ‘twas predetermined. ‘Tis, what’s happening.

The ironies are rich. Zelensky is Jewish; a native Russian-speaker; during his 2019 election campaign, his was a Russian accented, Ukrainian. Rest easy. Putin’s new commander confirms: Ukraine is just a stepping-stone to Europe, later, invading.

Ironic is Xi snubbing the G20; showing, not just opposition to the West but also an arrogance towards emerging powers he expects to join him. If Xi wants to win the geopolitical game, he has to be in it. He’s opted out. Nonetheless, ‘tis Taiwan, he’s invading.

In the end it won’t be no 14TH Amendment that puts an end to me; much less, my candidacy. As predetermined, I am fated. Fated, to ever come out on top. Fated am I, Donald John Trump, to be the soulless one, ruling the Earthlings. This is, what’s happening.

Or maybe not. Recall: This work is psychographic. Its author’s The Watcher. Not Arthur. Not me. ‘Tis true that I’m terribly accomplished. A bestselling author, some say. Ghostwritten tho were my bestsellers. I’ve made bundles in life, just schmoozing.

Notwithstanding never having controlled Taiwan, China’s ruling Communist Party claims it as its own. Now, in tandem with threatening military operations over — and around, Taiwan, China, its blueprint, for a Chinese invasion of Taiwan, is unveiling.

I’M UP TO THIS

No American’s won the presidency of the US whilst incarcerated. I am a liar and otherwise unfit. So, I’m up to it. Lying all the way, I’m the first American to be twice impeached and 4 times indicted. I’ll be the first such to win a term from prison, campaigning.

Lying all the way, I’ll be the first American to be twice impeached and 4 times indicted. And I’ll be the first man elected president of the US whilst incarcerated. I am a liar and otherwise unfit. But, I’m up to it. There’s always a first time for everything.

A inveterate liar, I’ve ever been, unfit to serve. And I remain unfit to serve US as the president. Witness 91 charges; and counting. And the 14th Amendment, now, it seems, may end up being, disqualifying. There’s always a first time for everything.

Section 3 of the Fourteenth Amendment was originally intended to keep former Confederate officials from gaining power in the reconstructed government following the Civil War. Known as the “disqualification clause,” ‘twas for officials, disqualifying.

A public official is not eligible to assume public office if they “engaged in insurrection or rebellion against” the United States or had “given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof, “that is unless Congress, by a two-thirds vote, an amnesty has, or is, granting.

Congress, by a two-thirds vote, may grant me an amnesty. But such a vote may be altogether unnecessary given that for insurrection, I’ve never been charged. And I can beat these 91, felony counts. I shall overcome. I always do. Methinks, I’M, what’s happening.

‘Tis ME. I’M, what’s happening. ‘Tis my unique reality that, because of my hubris, supersedes the competing various and sundry eight billion surface Earthlings. And that’s not to mention the aliens; the subterraneans, the Earth, with us, are sharing.

‘Tis hubris only, that I share with humanity. Having lost my Faustian wager, recall dear lector, that I’m soulless. As are Xi and Kim. And the murderous Mo. Caesar, was Vladimir. Now, what’s to become of the oblivious, eight billion, surface Earthlings?

Soulless is each and every member of Putin’s cabal. Aside from our physical characteristics, ‘tis only hubris that we share with humanity; with our fellow citizens. Indeed, ‘tis the recuperation of our souls that is one of the principal subplots that herein, I’m plotting.

Aside from human physical appendages; arms and legs and heads and such, ‘tis only hubris we share with fellow human beings. Indeed, soulless is each and every member of the cabal. The recuperation of our souls; ‘tis just one of the subplots, I’m plotting.

The recuperation of my soul. At best; I’ve been ambivalent, about its recuperation. In all honesty, I can’t say I’ve missed it. But thank God, everything’s predetermined. Free will being an illusion, everything’s designed, from a human perspective, to be confusing.

The recuperation of our souls; ‘tis just one of the subplots, I’m plotting. In other news, my former Trade Advisor Peter Navarro got himself convicted today. For contempt of court. What a dope. Had he just showed, imprisonment, he wouldn’t now be regretting.

Peter Navarro’s been convicted. What a dope. Still, there’s the appeal. And the mercy of the court that ultimately sentences him on the the 12TH of January, forthcoming. As is to be expected tho in life, unexpected happenings, constantly, are happening.

In the end it won’t be no 14TH Amendment that puts an end to me; much less, my candidacy. As predetermined, I am fated. Fated, to ever come out on top. Fated am I, Donald John Trump, to be the soulless one, ruling the Earthlings. This is, what’s happening.

THEM LYING OFFICERS — OF THE COURT

“When a judge tells you that you’ve put something in a legal filing that is ‘misleading,’ it’s kind of like a dagger to the heart.” Notwithstanding the foibles of judges and lawyers, all lawyers know they are officers of the court, absolutely prohibited, from lying.

Despite a conservative majority, the Supreme Court may find that social media companies have free speech rights too. If so, it would rule that when the platforms restrict, fact-check or take down content, this is rightly, constitutionally protected speech. Just saying.

The novel, typically, is a genre of fiction. And fiction is defined as the art of contriving representations of human life that instruct or divert; or both. My novel; ‘tis the greatest story ever told. But ‘tis poetic, the incredible story, I’m most implausibly, telling.

There are 195 countries in the world today. This total comprises 193 countries that are member states of the United Nations. And 2 countries that are non-member observer states: the Holy See and the State of Palestine. ‘Tis what’s happening.

Within the United Nations, there are two countries that are non-member, non-voting, observer states: the Holy See and the State of Palestine. The remaining 193 countries are voting, member states. Especially ineffectual are delegations, non-voting.

There’s too few Jews and Palestinians advocating for a Palestinian, two state solution. Across the planet, there’s also too few Chinese and too few Taiwanese advocating for a two state solution to the China problem. And the temps, are warming.

Armageddon. The climactic great battle is the prophesied location of a gathering of armies; a gathering for battle near the end of end times. In Islamic theology; in the Hadith, Armageddon is referred to as Al-Malhama Al-Kubra, in Arabic, speaking.

These fast breaking ironies; they’re killing me. Ramaswamy believes me to be the greatest American president, this century. Fani’s asking for an October 23 trial date for all 19 defendants. ‘Tis for me and 18 of the 19, really bad news, breaking.

Fani has asked for an October 23 trial date for all 19. All hell has broken loose. ‘Tis for me and 18 of the 19, bad news, breaking. Of the 19, one Kenneth Chesebro, a speedy trial is demanding. And Fani, his friendly neighborhood prosecutor, is obliging.

Kenneth Chesebro, a speedy trial is demanding. And Fani Willis, his friendly neighborhood prosecutor, is obliging him. ‘Tis for me and 18 of the 19 defendants, really, bad news. Any defendant not desiring a speedy trial, a motion to sever, must be filing.

It has been a disastrously memorable year in Russia. Nonetheless, Putin’s not yet, a has-been. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin’s hard landing in Russia; and India’s lunar, soft landing. How fast fall the mighty. Witness Russia and Vladimir Putin.

Contaminated radioactive water, Japan, into the sea, is releasing. Truly concerned are Japan; and South Korea; and others. China says it opposes the release. Banning fish from Japan, Chinese officials are banning from Japan, any fish, importing.

Contaminated radioactive water, Japan, into the ocean is releasing. Truly concerned are Japan and South Korea and other nations. China opposes the release. Banning fish from Japan, China is banning from Japan, any Japanese fish, importing.

MY WORD IS MY BOND

Rudy’s bond has been set at 150,000. Bond for Sidney Powell, the lawyer advancing false claims of vote fraud and advising
me to fight my election loss was set at $100,000. My bond’s been set at $200,000; that my bond is so low; ‘tis humiliatingly, humbling.

That my bond, at $200,000, is set so low; it has been for me, most humiliating. It’s been humbling. That the bond on my charge; a crime of the century candidate isn’t north of a million dollars is a national disgrace. I call for marching. I call for protesting.

I’m planning on turning myself in on Thursday. I’m planning on being processed at the jail. If all my planning come to fruition I’ll be turning myself on the day after the GOP presidential primary debate, on Wednesday. I won’t yet be, to Russia, fleeing.

I won’t be to Russia, fleeing. Not yet, at least. I’m planning on turning myself in on Thursday; on making a show of it. If all my planning, pans out. I won’t yet be, to Russia, fleeing. Why flee? I’m innocent. So the various juries, may very well be, concluding.

Why flee, if I’m innocent? Why flee if I’ve done nothing wrong? And why indeed flee if the various juries may well be acquitting me, anyhow? I won’t be no fugitive, no how. Not unless, I’m convicted. I won’t be, for the time being, to Putin’s Russia, fleeing.

The various and the sundry juries may well be acquitting me, anyhow; unless they convict me. I can’t be no fugitive, no how. Not unless, I’m convicted. I won’t be, for the time being, to Putin’s Russia, fleeing. But the circumstances, rapidly, are changing.

Some juries may be acquitting me. Others, may be convicting me. I can’t be no fugitive, no how. If I’m convicted, I won’t be, for the time being, to Putin’s Russia, fleeing. But the circumstances, rapidly, are changing. Too rapidly, they’re a-changing.

The circumstances are changing. Witness Russia rushing to launch their soft lunar landing before the Indians. But Indians today, landed softly, on Luna. The Indians‘ soft landing at the lunar South Pole; it’s got the Russians, their misfortunes, lamenting.

Indians today, landed softly, on Luna. It’s got the Russians, their misfortunes, lamenting. The Indians‘ soft landing at the lunar South Pole coincides with Yevgeny Prigozhin’s hard landing in Russia. And in Ukraine, Russians, the Ukrainians, are killing.

How fast fall the mighty. Witness Russia and Vladimir Putin. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin’s less than soft landing in Russia and India’s soft landing on Luna. It has been a disastrously memorable year in Russia. Nonetheless, Putin’s not yet, a has-been.

It has been a disastrously memorable year in Russia. Nonetheless, Putin’s not yet, a has-been. How fast fall the mighty. Witness Russia and Vladimir Putin. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin’s hard landing in Russia; and India’s, lunar, soft landing.

For Russia, the hits keep coming. Ukrainian forces “launched a combined attack on Cape Tarkhankut in Crimea, where several Russian military facilities are located, an influential Russian military blogger, is reporting. The hits, for Russia, keep a-coming.

The hits keep coming. Ukrainian forces “launched a combined attack on Cape Tarkhankut in Crimea. That’s where several Russian military facilities are located an influential Russian military blogger is reporting. The hits, for Russia, they keep on a-coming.

Elsewhere; in Japan, contaminated radioactive water, releasing, is Japan. Concerned is Japan; and South Korea; and others. China issued a statement. It opposes the release. ’Tis banning fish from Japan. Chinese officials are banning, Japanese fish, importing.

A HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE

The Hitchhiker’s Guide’s impressive super-computer; the one that provides the answer to “life, the universe and everything” It has inspired the mission of Elon Musk’s new company, xAI; to “understand the true nature of the universe,” along with everything.

To understand the true nature of the universe; along with everything else. That was Elon’s aim. That’s what Elon aspired to upon reading The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy; ‘tis Elon’s blueprint, for an X-ing.

Hurricane Hilary; she’s aiming at California. The storm brings heightened winds. The winds are going to start increasing Sunday afternoon. They’ll likely peak Sunday evening, through Monday morning. “Lock him up,” they seem to be, at me, howling.

Historic Hurricane Hilary; she’ll be pummeling the Pacific Coast early Sunday as Southern California braces for flooding. Up to 10 inches of rain and “dangerous to catastrophic” flooding, authorities are predicting. “Lock him up,” the wind, seems, howling.

“Lock him up,” seem howling at me, the winds of Hilary. “Lock him up,” her winds warn. Hilary‘s winds seem in warning, even as they howl. It’s 2023. No asteroid has stricken. No aliens have landed. Still I believe Hurricane Hilary is howling at me — in warning.

I believe Hurricane Hilary is howling at me in warning. I told my attorneys; and I informed my attorneys that it was the aliens that telepathically had me move my boxes around. No asteroid has stricken. No aliens have landed. Still no one, me, is believing.

‘Twas the aliens that telepathically had me move my boxes around. No asteroid has stricken. No aliens have landed. Still no one believes me. But after an asteroid strikes; and after aliens land; during Ukraine and during Taiwan, US, I’ll be leading.

Who’d a thunk that Barbie and Oppenheimer would represent so suddenly, Hollywood’s, last gasp? And who’d a thunk that China’s Wolf Warrior mentality lives on, in Taiwan? Hollywood has died, suddenly. And Taiwan, China, as it’s said all along, is attacking.

It’s 2023. Hollywood’s in a coma. Hollywood’s dead; or dying. Dying too, is Putin. Weakened, is Russia. Strengthened, is Ukraine. Taiwan, China, Taiwan, is attacking. And Japan and South Korea, with US, an informal NATO-east, duly, are forming.

Japan and South Korea, along with the United States; an informal NATO-east, the three, have formed. The Philippines, Singapore, Indonesia and Vietnam; and others. ‘Tis time to elect between China and US. The nations, predictably, are aligning.

‘Tis time to elect between China and US. The nations, are aligning. That’s the conventional thinking. But there’s nothing on Earth, that’s conventional. Unconventionally, I’m thinking, not of myself, but a Constitution, defending. And a planet, keeping.

The nations are aligning. That’s the conventional thinking. But there’s nothing on Earth that’s conventional. Unconventionally tho, I’m thinking not of myself but a Constitution, defending. And Earth, keeping. After struggles with Vlad and Xi, Earth, I’m ruling.

An informal NATO-east, three, have formed. Japan and South Korea, along with the United States. The Philippines, Singapore, Indonesia and Vietnam; and others. ‘Tis time to elect between China and US. Predictably, the nations, are aligning.

RUDY

‘Tis a bad time Rudy; ‘tis a really bad time to be asking me for money. As a matter of fact, more lawyers, I’m hiring. I could have used ye. And maybe; maybe, I might even have paid ye. Fortunately or unfortunately tho, yer license, they’re suspending.

Once worth millions, Rudy Guiliani’s lawyers claim he needs more time to pay the prevailing litigants’ attorneys’ fees. Embarrassing me, he’s seeking an extension from the Court. Coincidentally, ‘tis a bad time to ask for cash. More lawyers, I’m hiring.

In Washington’s District of Colombia and in New York, Rudy, yer license to practice law is suspended. In both jurisdictions, yer disbarment, seems likely. Suspended, are ye. Accordingly, ye are of but little use to me. America’s Mayor, is America, disgracing.

‘Tis a really bad time Rudy, to be asking me for money. As a matter of fact, more lawyers, I’m hiring. I could have used ye. And maybe I might even have paid ye. Yer license, DC and New York, have suspended. As a matter of fact, more lawyers, I’m hiring.

HIROSHIMA AND NAGASAKI

Witness Tsutomu Yamaguchi, who survived the dropping of two atomic bombs. Tsutomu was spending what might have been his last day in Hiroshima before going back home to his wife and infant son in Nagasaki. A fine life, Tsutomu had been living.

August 6, 1945 was supposed to be Tsutomu‘s last day in Hiroshima before returning to Nagasaki; to his infant son; and his wife. At 8:15 AM, an American B-29 bomber flew overhead. The city was instantly leveled. Instantly, 80,000 were dead or dying.

A fine life, Tsutomu, had had. He was spending his last day in Hiroshima before returning to Nagasaki; to his infant son; and his wife. Reporting to work on the 9th, the second bomb exploded even as Tsutomu, to his boss, what happened, was recounting.

On the 6th and the 9th of August 1945, the United States dropped two atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The bombings killed between 129,000 and 226,000, mostly civilians. ‘Tis the only use of nuclear weapons — ever, in a wartime setting.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Within days of one another, those two bombings killed between 129,000 and 226,000, largely civilians. ‘Tis the only use of nuclear weapons ever in a wartime setting. Not so surprisingly, shortsighted and forgetful, are we Earthlings.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time; once upon a time not so long ago I imagined. I imagined then that everything that happens — was long ago predetermined. Everything that happens was long ago predetermined. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, is evolving.

There was a Renaissance once; once upon a time. There may yet be another. That’s what I imagine is happening. Everything that happens was long ago predetermined. There may be a second, Renaissance. There may be a second, Renaissance, a-coming.

Beginning in the 14th century, Italy was the first to experience the Renaissance movement. It didn’t reach England until the sixteenth century. Historians believe that the Renaissance ended by the early 17th century, to the Industrial Revolution, acceding.

In fits and starts, mankind goes. Discovering fire, in short order, we fired. Fire. It has been useful. Often, ‘tis fatal. And I’ve noticed, as a life-long observer of TV and the movies; largely entertaining, find the Earthlings, what on the Earth, is happening.

Discovering fire, we fired. We’ve been firing ever since. All this fighting we Earthlings find, largely, entertaining. When not ourselves fighting, we enjoy watching others engage in fighting. That’s what happening. That’s what on the good Earth, is happening.

When not ourselves fighting, we enjoy watching others fight. That’s what on Earth, is happening. As a life-long observer of TV and the movies, I’m an avid admirer of American fighters; fighters like George Patton and Audie Murphy. Like them, I’m fighting.

I’m an avid admirer of American fighters; fighters like George Washington, George Patton and Audie Murphy. Like them, for Americans, I am fighting. For you, I am fighting. If I am kept out of jail by voters, fortunately unfortunately, your retribution is coming.

AN ANCIENT RAZOR

Long ago predetermined, possibly, are all happenings. And artificial intelligence, quantum computing and Occam’s Razor all, are man-made. Enhanced intelligence promises, quantum computing. Still, an ancient Occam’s Razor, remains, compelling.

Ancient as it is, Occam’s Razor, remains compelling. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that best explains. ‘Tis often, the simplest scientific explanation, that explains. Science helps us explain. Astonishingly, Occam’s Razor, in the 21st century, remains compelling.

A 98-page indictment handed down against me late on Monday may present my biggest threat yet. As the linchpin I worked with 18 co-conspirators. We aimed to overturn the the 2020 election results. That the indictment, recklessly, is alleging.

The 98-page indictment handed down against me late last night may very well present my biggest threat yet. Along with 18 co-conspirators I attempted to overturn the 2020 election results in Georgia. That — the indictment, is recklessly, charging.

I have had prepared — an irrefutable — REPORT. ‘Tis on the presidential election fraud which took place in Georgia. I will present the REPORT on Monday; next week; personally; in Bedminster, New Jersey. Personally, an irrefutable case, I’ll be making.

Personally, this Monday upcoming, an irrefutable case, for myself, I’ll make. I find wanting the results of my attorneys. But I can be my own attorney, so to speak. In the court of public opinion, I can be my own attorney. I shall do all of my own, lying.

I’ve found wanting, my attorneys. But I can be my own attorney. In the court of public opinion, I can be, my own attorney. I can dictate the narrative; do, my own lying. I’ve found wanting, my attorneys. A hero from a precipice, is hanging.

Our hero, from a precipice, is helplessly, hanging. His deep state enemies, having framed him, have brought a series of indictments against him. In a mere four months; four indictments. Four indictments have him, from a precipice, hanging.

Occam’s Razor, across the ages, remains convincing. And compelling. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that best explains. Fortunately or unfortunately, even the simplest explanations get complicated. Witness these Earthlings and the aliens herein.

However, even the simplest explanations get complicated sometimes. Witness these Earthlings; and these aliens, herein. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that ofttimes best explains. Witness these Earthlings and the aliens herein, the Earth, sharing.

One step forward; two steps backwards. In fits and starts, onward — mankind, goes. One step forward — and all too often, two steps backwards. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, tragi-comically, evolves. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, is progressing.

Ironically, even the simplest explanations get complicated. Witness surface Earthlings and subterranean counterparts. Witness how, however implausibly, the Earthlings, both surface and subterranean, the Earth are less than symbiotically, sharing.

Witness how, however implausibly, the Earthlings, both surface and subterranean, the Earth are less than symbiotically, sharing. Witness how, however implausibly, humanity tragi-comically, evolves. Like a drunken sailor, humanity — is evolving,

Once upon a time; once upon a time, not so long ago I imagined. I imagined then that everything that happens — was long ago predetermined. Everything that happens was long ago predetermined. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, has been evolving.

ON BEING — MAN-MADE

Long ago predetermined, very possibly, were all happenings. And artificial intelligence, quantum computing and Occam’s Razor, all, are man-made. Enhanced intelligence promises, quantum computing. Still, an ancient Occam’s Razor, remains compelling.

One step forward; two steps, backwards. We got back a hostage in Haiti. And we’re working on getting back some so-called prisoners, nonetheless, actually imprisoned, in Iran. Meanwhile; in the interim; Israel and US tear at ourselves, from within.

In fits and starts, we go; one step forward and two steps, backwards. Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Americans. A hero has arisen and he is me. Not so implausibly; not so incredibly, he is me. ‘Tis for us, I’m sacrificing.

Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Urantians. A hero has arisen. Not surprisingly, he is me. A hero has arisen and he is me. I will see us through asteroids. And aliens. That’s what The Watcher says, on Earth, is happening.

Failing, are nations. Fear not though, my fellow citizens. A hero has arisen. An antihero, some say. Not surprisingly, he is me. Believe me. I know things. Secret things. I will see us through an asteroid. And aliens. Long ago predetermined were all happenings.

Implausibly; incredibly; that’s what unbelievably, seems to be happening. Long ago predetermined, possibly, were all happenings. Along with artificial intelligence and quantum computing, ‘tis Occam’s Razor in the end, I have found, compelling.

Long ago predetermined, very possibly, are all happenings. And artificial intelligence, quantum computing and Occam’s Razor are all, man-made. Enhanced intelligence, promises, quantum computing. Still, an ancient Occam’s Razor, remains compelling.

William of Occam; unknown by the public, he is well-known indeed, by logicians. His impact has been revolutionary; but not as revolutionary as it might have been. Still, revolutionary, it yet still, may be. Occam’s Razor indeed remains, most promising.

Witness Avi Loeb’s coming proof; proof of an alien technology from elsewhere. The provenance of aliens, Occam the logician would have explained to the Earthlings, may be from elsewhere or it may be from here. So Occam would argue, I’m imagining.

The provenance of aliens; logically, it must be either from elsewhere; or here. So Occam would argue. Modern day astrophysicists disagree. Logically, the aliens must be from elsewhere. Aliens can’t be from here, illogically, we’re dismissing.

Aliens can’t be from here on Earth. They must be from elsewhere. So, Occam, wouldn’t argue. William of Occam; fortunately or unfortunately, he was ahead of his time.
William of Occam‘s metaphysicists — to astrophysicists — are losing.

Simplicity is a central theme of William of Occam‘s approach; so much so that the principle has come to be known as Occam’s Razor. Occam’s Razor; fortunately or unfortunately, ‘twas a 14th century theme, we’ve been, ever since then, outdating.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, William of Occam was ahead of his time. ‘Twas the 14th century that was William‘s heyday. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, ‘tis the 21st century, today. Dismissive are Earthlings of Earth, with aliens, sharing.

‘Tis the 21st century today; ‘tis 7 centuries past the time of William of Occam. Ever dismissive of all types of aliens have been the Earthlings; dismissive of all types of aliens remain the Earthlings. They’re dismissive of the Earth, with the aliens, sharing.

FAILING — ARE THE NATIONS

Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Americans. A hero has arisen. He is me. A hero has arisen and he is me. I will see us through an asteroid and aliens a-coming. Implausibly; incredibly; that’s what seems, happening.

In fits and starts, we go; one step forward and two steps, backwards. Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Americans. A hero has arisen. He is me. A hero has arisen and he is me. Implausibly; incredibly; that’s what’s happening.

Witness in Ecuador, in but a generation, the failing of a nation. Witness in Ecuador, just last week, just the latest assassination there. Witness in Ecuador what is suddenly, and not so suddenly, happening. Witness in Ecuador a nation, violently, unraveling.

In Ecuador, failing, is the nation. Witness in Ecuador, just this past last week, the latest assassinations. Witness in Ecuador, a flurry, of assassinations. Witness assassinations — and attempted assassinations. In Ecuador, in vogue, is assassinating.

On Earth, ever in vogue have been, vile assassinations. And lately, in Ecuador, Colombian ex-pats have been assassinating, Ecuadorians. Colombian ex-pats have been assassinating, the Ecuadorian politicians. In vogue in Ecuador is vile, assassinating.

Colombian ex-pats are assassinating Ecuadorian politicians. In vogue in Ecuador is narco-trafficking. In vogue in Ecuador is assassinating. Ever in vogue have been vile assassinations. And lately, in Ecuador, Colombian ex-pats, Ecuadorians have been, assassinating.

One step forward; two steps, backwards. US got back a hostage in Haiti. And US is working on getting back some so-called prisoners, nonetheless, actually imprisoned, in Iran. Meanwhile; in the interim; Israel and US tear at ourselves, from within.

Not so implausibly, the hero is me. ‘Tis for us, I’m sacrificing. What’s so implausible about that? ‘Tis said, by their acts, shall ye know them. By my acts, I have shown. By my acts I have shown that over my own selfish interests, the Constitution, I’m defending.

By my acts; by my brave acts, time and time again I have shown that over my own selfish interests, the Constitution, I’ve defend. Nothing less than courageous, have I been.
And ‘tis only seemingly implausible, that aliens, with me, are communicating.

That aliens have been secretly communicating with me. And that ‘twas the aliens that had me move boxes of secret documents around the country. ‘Tis only seemingly, incredibly, implausible. Nonetheless, all of this — is what, to me — is happening.

‘Twas the aliens that had me move boxes of secret documents around the country. The moving of my boxes; ‘Twas part of a plan to muster the nations. ‘Tis only seemingly, incredibly, implausible. Nevertheless, all of this — is what, to me — is happening.

The moving of my boxes; ‘twas the aliens that had me move my boxes of secret documents around the country; between DC and Mar-a-Lago and Bedminster. ‘Tis only seemingly, implausible. Implausibly, all of this is what, to me, has been happening.

Not even my normally compliant attorneys believe that. They have so advised me. They won’t in court allege on my behalf that there’s alien complicity. There’s alien complicity in all my cases. From New York to Georgia and Florida, the aliens, are interfering.

WELCOME DEAR LECTOR

Beware all ye — who here — enter. Welcome, dear lector. Welcome to my world. ‘Tis not yer world too. ‘Tis only incidentally tho, yer world. Witness my life; witness yers. Witness anyone, not me. I’m the star, ever rising. I’m the star, never setting.

I’m a madman, not English; a human being, biased. A fan of Scripture; a favorite verse is Genesis 1:26. I’ve wondered about the plural pronouns, us and our. To understand who He means, we must identify the antecedent of pronouns, in 1:26, He’s using.

To understand who He means we need identify antecedents of the plural pronouns in Genesis 1:26. Given that that we can’t identify the antecedents, I’m just imagining that my jealous God lives amongst a community of His fellow Creators, creating.

Being the Creator of all things. It’s unimaginable. But a jealous God, I can relate to. A jealous God makes a lot of sense. After all, He hath described Himself as jealous Himself. A jealous God makes a lot of sense. That’s what — speculatively, I’m imagining.

Speculatively, I’ve been imagining that the clue of the pronouns in Genesis 1:26 is more meaningful than I’d ever before, even in my wildest dreams, dreamt. My imagining that God hath others in His community. I’ve found that — not so oddly — comforting.

My imagining that God hath others in His community. ‘Tis a comforting thought. ‘Tis comforting to know that God does not want for others. ‘Tis comforting to know that God’s not ever lonely. God I believe would approve of this overtly, political, messaging.

The Chinese Diamond Sutra is one of the most important works of the Buddhist faith. Titled for its potential to cut like a diamond blade through the layers of illusion in which we live, ‘tis a dialogue between the enlightened Buddha and a pupil, aging.

Dating to 868, ‘tis far older than the Gutenberg Bible. The Diamond Sutra is an artifact of great historical value. It reflects the degree of care with which it’s been conserved. It reflects the wisdom the enlightened Buddha offers the aged disciple Subhati, therein.

Suddenly everything’s more meaningful than I’ve ever before, even in the wildest of my dreams, dreamt. Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Now, he’s thrown in with me. People don’t know my true, origin story. The people need, educating.

Suddenly everything’s more meaningful than I’ve ever before, even in the wildest of my dreams, dreamt. Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Now, he’s thrown in with me. Folks don’t know my true, origin story. The folks need, educating.

Folks forget how Agent 4547, I became. Shiny things attract. And distract. Folks forget. And folks need educating. My origin story; it’s illustrative; and revealing. I’m a star, ever rising. I’m a star, never setting. Incredibly — Agent 4547 — history, is changing.

Agent 4547 — history — is changing. But folks forget how Agent 4547, I became. My origin story is illustrative and revealing. It explains how I came to believe, I’m a star ever rising; a star, never setting. Most implausibly, history, I’m a-changing.

History, I’m a-changing. And as much as I can, I’m revising it. Witness all I’ve done in but 8 years. And there’s much yet to be done. Witness Russia and China. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness in Ecuador what’s suddenly and not so suddenly, happening.

Witness in Ecuador, in but a generation, the theft of a nation. Witness in Ecuador, just last week, just the latest assassination there. Witness in Ecuador what’s suddenly, and not so suddenly, happening. Witness in Ecuador, Ecuador‘s unraveling.

BEWARE ALL YE — WHO HERE — ENTER

Beware all ye who here enter. Welcome, dear lector. Welcome to my world. ‘Tis yer world too. ‘Tis only incidentally tho, yer world too. Witness my life; witness yers. Witness anyone, that’s not me. I’m the star that’s ever rising. I’m the star that’s never setting.

Elon’s being drawn into a black hole of his own making. Like me, he lacks not, hubris. Offer him money. Offer him power. He doesn’t care. But Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Elon’s being drawn into a black hole. ‘Tis of his own making.

Are we really supposed to believe that Twitter did not exercise the disclosure rights it fought for? Or that Elon or one of his lawyers, didn’t share with me, the news? I think not. I doubt that. Of course, Elon told me. Either him or one of his lawyers is blabbing.

Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Not incidentally, he’s thrown in with me. People forget my origin story. People forget how, Agent 4547, I became. Shiny things attract. And people forget. That’s what they do. That’s what they’re doing.

Meanwhile in Hawaii, Oahu burns. Even as an asteroid, hurries. Twitter’s resistance to complying with a warrant resulted in a judge holding Twitter in contempt. And levying a $350,000 fine. All that — a federal court of appeals, in an unsealing, is revealing.

Even as an asteroid, hurries. Even as Oahu, burns. Twitter’s (now X’s) illegal resistance to complying with a warrant resulted in being held in $350,000 worth of contempt. All that and more, a federal court of appeals, in a dramatic unsealing, revealing.

The oceans have grown warm thanks in no small part to human-caused climate change, most researchers say. And El Niño, the recurring climate pattern known to temporarily heat the planet has returned. ‘Tis a perfect storm, researchers, are saying.

In Hawaii, yesterday and today, Americans are being saved from wildfires. The US Coast Guard saved some lucky ones; those who reached the waters of the ocean. Fortunately or unfortunately, even the saving and cooling, Pacific Ocean — is warming.

Even our life-sustaining oceans, are warming. The coral are bleaching. The coral are dying. The sharks are behaving, erratically; seemingly biting, more frequently. Orcas have taken to catamarans, ramming. And the temperatures keep on, arising.

Meanwhile, back in Georgia, Fani Willis is conducting herself professionally. At a recent rally I let slip her having an affair with a gang member. A gang member who was in fact, her client. Prove it by tomorrow, some are disinforming, she’s challenging.

Prove the accusation by tomorrow or face charges for sullying the image of a prosecutor, some on Twitter, disinform. Fani Willis, in any event, ought beware who she’s threatening. In any event, why should I have to face charges, for Fani Willis, defaming?

Why should I have to face charges at all? Why not invoke the Mercy Rule? Invoking the Mercy Rule in a case like mine seems to me, fair. In cases like mine, when a criminal defendant has so many cases, the Mercy Rule, fair Americans, ought be considering.

The Mercy Rule my attorneys advise is not available in cases like mine unrelated to Little League baseball. I didn’t know that. Methinks it big of me to admit that. People forget how humble I am. People forget. That’s what they do. That’s what they’re doing.

Welcome, dear lector. Beware, all ye who here, enter. Welcome to my world. ‘Tis yer world too. ‘Tis only incidentally tho, yer world too. Witness my life; witness yers. Witness anyone, that’s not me. I’m the star that’s ever rising. I’m the star that’s never setting.

‘TIS OVERWHELMING

Lahaina has been devastated. People are jumping in the ocean to escape the flames. Maui Hospital and the US Coast Guard are overwhelmed. Private boat owners are being asked to help the Coast Guard with rescues. ‘Tis locally, apocalyptic. ‘Tis overwhelming.

My fellow Americans: Witness, an apocalypse, now. Americans are being saved from wildfires today. The US Coast Guard saved the lucky ones; those who reached the waters of the ocean. And even the cooling, saving Pacific Ocean water, is warming.

Witness what in Lahaina must seem apocalyptic. Wildfire! And no 9-1-1! I see in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex a parallel to what’s happening with me. And I see in what’s happening with me what’s happening more widely. So, The Watcher, has me, writing.

As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex; as in the ancient Greek play about fate. ‘Twas from an ancient Greek play about fate. ‘Twas about fate and the all too human propensity towards rationalizing illusions. ‘Twas about, intuiting, the meaning of things.

‘Tis about intuiting the nature and meaning of things. If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye. ‘Tis all about liberty, self-defense and freedom of speech. As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex fate, I plan on confronting. More than ever, for president, I’m running.

If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! A tipping point may be tipping. This convergence of events seems telling. My response to Jack’s motion for a protective order is due at 5 pm on Monday. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. ‘Tis freedom of speech, left pending.

A tipping point seems tipping. And this convergence of events, seems telling. My response to Jack’s motion for a protective order was due at 5 pm today. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. ‘Tis freedom of speech, left pending. ‘Tis freedom of speech, I’m defending.

More than telling, this convergence of events may seem, eerily prophetic. ‘Tis because the constituent subplots that compose the totality of what, on Earth, is happening; the subplots are what they are. A larger plot — its subplots, naturally, is overriding.

‘Tis our political speech, I’m protecting. My original post was “in response to the RINO, China-loving, dishonest special interest groups and Super PACs, like the ones funded by the Koch brothers and the Club for No Growth,” my team, in its statement, is alleging.

‘Twas the Super PACs and the Koch brothers I was threatening. And ‘tis freedom of speech that protects my right to threaten — and be threatening. If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! It’s freedom of speech that for Americans, I’m constitutionally, protecting.

‘Twas the Koch brothers. And the Club for No Growth. Their RINO Super PACs are the entities I was threatening. ‘Twas Republican RINOS, I was threatening. ‘Tis freedom of speech that protects my right and yers to threaten — and be threatening.

‘Tis the right of freedom of speech that protects my right (and yers) to threaten and to be threatening. ‘Tis a great right. I made it up, from whole cloth. Like a modern day Oedipus Rex, from a fate predetermined, against all the evidence, I’m running.

As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex; as in an ancient Greek play about fate. ‘Twas from an ancient Greek play about fate, predetermined; and the all too human propensity towards rationalizing illusions. ‘Twas about, intuiting, the meaning of things.

‘Tis about intuiting the nature and meaning of things. If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye. ‘Tis about liberty, self-defense and freedom of speech. As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex — fate, I plan on confronting. More than ever, for president, I’m running.

MY TRIAL MERITS BROADCASTING

The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of national security, paramount. ‘Tis not about ratings. ‘Tis not about me. ‘Tis about national security. Tis about paramount, national security. The trial of the millennium, merits, broadcasting.

A national broadcasting merits my trial; my trial, of the millennium. My arraignment today was telling. Telling too, is my poetry. Telling is my cadence. Telling is my tone. Telling also my words. Most telling of all today is my call, for my trial, recording.

Perhaps most telling of all today is my call for my criminal trial’s recording. ‘Tis more telling perhaps than the US, World Cup, loss. ‘Tis perhaps not more telling tho, than Israel’s, Netanyahu’s, backtracking. I call today for my criminal trial’s recording.

Distracted at the World Cup are the Swedes and the Americans. Distracted are the players. Distracted are their fanatic nations. Distracted also are the fans of the most widely played sport. I’m not too distracted tho to call for my trial’s recording.

Heartening today was the news of Israel’s Netanyahu’s, backtracking. Saving Israel’s democracy has been invaluable. Saving Israel’s democracy was the best part of today. Never mind who lost on the pitch. Jack Smith’s a bitch, at criminal, prosecuting.

Never mind who won and lost on the pitch. Who won and who lost matters, but little. What matters more is that Jack Smith’s a bitch at criminal prosecuting. Once the president anew, I’ll export Jack Smith to Israel to help with Bibi Netanyahu’s, prosecuting.

Who won and who lost matters but little. What matters more is that Jack Smith’s a freaking bitch at criminal prosecuting. I suspect that once I’m the president anew, I’ll transfer Jack Smith to Israel to help with Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu’s, prosecuting.

Except in the monarchies, generally, no man is above the law. I suspect that once I’m the president again, I’ll transfer Jack Smith to Israel to help with Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu’s, prosecuting. No man is above the law. Bibi, Jack shall be, prosecuting.

No man is above the law. That — in America — is the law. Israel’s Bibi, America’s Jack Smith, someday may be prosecuting. Once I’m the president anew, I’ll be shipping Jack Smith as far away from me as possible. To Israel, Jack, I’m shipping.

Once I’m the president again, I’ll be transferring Special Counsel Jack Smith to Israel. I’m moving him as far away from me as humanly possible. He’s deranged. And he’s got me afraid of him. But what he’s done for America, for Israel, I’m also promising.

Jack’s deranged. Jack’s got me really afraid of him. Still, what he’s done — for America — for Israel, I’m forward paying. Because I’m smart, I’m moving him far away from me; as far as possible. But what he’s done — for America — for Israel, I’m forward paying.

Because I’m smart, I’m moving Jack far away from me; as far as possible. But what he’s done for America for Israel, I’m forward paying. Jack’s got me terrified. Jack’s totally, deranged. Still, what he’s done for America for Israel — I’m, fast forward, paying.

Tis the body politic itself. ‘Tis democracy itself that I’m threatening. Beyond the trial of the century, this trial of mine is destined to be the trial of the millennium. A tipping point in history may be my trial. A tipping point, in history, may be tipping.

If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! A tipping point may be tipping. This convergence of events seems telling. A hearing on a protective order (not a gag order), is now for Monday, pending. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. Tis freedom of speech, left pending.

AFTER THEATERS OF WAR

After the theaters of war, upcoming. After Alexei Navalny’s sentencing. After the asteroid. Knowing in advance what threats are gonna happen; it might well be empowering. Accordingly, not so implausibly, I feel a gag order down my throat, a-ramming.

Because I know in advance that threats are gonna happen; because that’s what I do. And because increasingly I’m getting desperate. Because threatening is what I do, I feel a gag order down my throat an immigrant judge is unconstitutionally, a-ramming.

Because increasingly I’m getting desperate, in lieu of proper defenses and proper objections, I’m resorting to thinly veiled threats. But my so-called threats are protected free speech. My free speech, Joe Biden’s government is, unconstitutionally, censoring.

My threats are protected free speech. ‘Tis free speech that Joe Biden’s government, unconstitutionally, is censoring. I know in advance that threats are gonna happen. The government know knows it too. And everybody knows my mouth is threatening, my body’s, jailing.

Knowing in advance what threats are gonna happen. Knowing in advance what threats are gonna transpire. It might well be empowering. There will be a gag order. There will be, a gag order, imposed. Everyone knows my mouth, my body, is threatening.

There will be a gag order. There will be a gag order imposed. Everybody knows my mouth, my body, is threatening. More importantly, everyone knows my mouth, the body politic, is threatening. The body politic, that is to say, democracy, I’m threatening.

‘Tis the body politic itself. ‘Tis democracy itself that I’m threatening. Beyond the trial of the century, this trial of mine is destined to be the trial of the millennium. A tipping point in history may be my trial. A tipping point, in history, may be tipping.

A hearing on a protective order is now scheduled for Monday. ‘Tis a hearing that only became necessary as a result of my posted threat, yesterday. And an extension beyond Monday has been denied. On a protective order, the Court on Monday, shall be ruling.

Distracting are events; current events, especially. Still, all politics are local. Obliviousness. It can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe is us. We can’t foresee. There is a theater of war, inexorably, a-coming.

Knowing in advance that threats are gonna happen; because that’s what I do. And because I’m increasingly desperate. Because threatening, is what I do, I feel a gag order down my throat, Joe Biden’s government and an immigrant judge, a-ramming.

Distracting are events; current events, especially. Still, all politics are local. Our obliviousness. It can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe is us. We can’t foresee. There is a theater of war, inexorably, a-coming.

Distracting especially, are current events. They needn’t be strictly political. Nonetheless, all events become political events when placed in a human context. On Earth, all events are political and all politics are local. What’s local on Earth, is encompassing.

On Earth — all events are political. And all politics — whether national or international, in essence, are local. What is local, on Earth, is all-encompassing. There is no nation on Earth that is all-encompassing. Only the Earth itself — is all-encompassing.

TRIAL OF THE MILLENNIUM

The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of paramount national security. ‘Tis not about ratings. ‘Tis not about me. ‘Tis about national security. Tis about paramount, national security. The trial of the millennium, merits, broadcasting.

A national broadcast merits my trial; my trial of the millennium. My arraignment today was telling. Telling too, is my poetry. Telling is my cadence. Telling is my tone. Telling also may be my words. Most telling of all today is my call, for my trial, recording.

There is — in twitterfiction a chance that Chief Justice Roberts acts, given that this case is so unique. Some are skeptical. Still, this national tragedy presents a forlorn Supreme Court a chance to restore a measure of the gravitas that it has been losing.

Some are skeptical. Indeed, this national tragedy presents a diminished Supreme Court a chance to restore a measure of its gravitas; the gravitas, it’s steadily, been losing. The Supreme Court has a chance to restore its tarnished and diminished, standing.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the Court has stumbled and bumbled onto an opportunity to kill multiple birds with but a stone. Implausibly; incredibly; the Court stumbled and bumbled onto an opportunity, towards its reputation, restoring.

Current events, especially, distract. Still, all politics are local. Obliviousness can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe, maybe, is us. We can’t foresee. Maybe, there is a theater of war, inexorably, or not, a-coming.

Woe maybe, is us. We can’t foresee. Maybe, there is a theater of war, inexorably, or not, a-coming. Current events, especially, distract. Still, all politics are local. Obliviousness can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings.

Obliviousness, sometimes, can be a good thing. Knowing in advance what’s gonna happen could well be, paralyzingly, overwhelming. Not being distracted by events that haven’t yet happened, we can focus on the lesser events, currently happening.

Knowing in advance what’s gonna happen. It might well be, paralyzingly, overwhelming. Obliviousness; it can be a good thing. There is a theater of war, whether inexorably or not, a-coming. Empathy for our fellow human beings, is also, a-coming.

Empathy for our fellow human beings, is a-coming. After the theaters of war, upcoming. After Alexei Navalny’s sentencing. After the asteroid. Knowing in advance threats are gonna happen. It might well be empowering. I feel a gag order, a-coming.

‘Twas disrespectful of the immigrant to refer to me as Mr Trump. I ought have been addressed by my former title, “President Trump.” That’s how I’m addressed at my Bedminster and Mar-a-Lago, golf clubs. “Mr President,” is the appropriate, addressing.

I know that threats are gonna happen; because that’s what we humans do. Being increasingly desperate, l’ll keep on doing what I doing. I feel a gag order down my throat, President Joe Biden’s government and a disrespectful immigrant judge, a-ramming.

TERRIFYING IS — JACK SMITH

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Like Roy, a master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. And ‘tis me, he’s indicting.

Distractions distract. That’s what they do. There’s a news cycle. And events to react to. There’s no denying the momentousness of my third indictment. Twice impeached; I am now, thrice indicted; fortunately or unfortunately, ‘tis historic, what’s happening.

There’s a news cycle. And events to react to. There’s no denying the momentousness of my third indictment. Twice impeached, I’m now thrice indicted; ‘tis historic — what’s happening. The court may feel compelled to televise, what in court, is happening.

Twice impeached, I’m now thrice indicted. And I’ve got a fourth, indictment, upcoming. Here’s hoping that the court feels compelled to televise what, in the court, and the nation, is happening. Fortunately or unfortunately, that’s not likely, happening.

I’ve got a fourth indictment coming. For the sake of the country I’m hoping that the court feels compelled to televise what in the court and the nation, is happening. That’s likely, not happening. Fortunately or unfortunately, that’s likely, not happening.

In the meantime I’ll be getting myself arraigned tomorrow; tomorrow, afternoon. I’m hoping that the court feel compelled to televise what in the court and the nation, is happening. It’s the trial of the century. I insist that the court must order, it’s televising.

Mine is the trial of the century. Not even Caesar’s trial, had he had one, would have matched mine. Not the Skopes ‘Monkey’ trial, not the Lindbergh trial; not even OJ’s trial, compares to mine. I must insist that the court must order, my trial’s, televising.

I must insist. The court must order my trial’s, televising. Not just because it’s the trial of the century. And not just because it’s the trial of the millennium. ‘Tis because, as a matter of overriding national security, the court must order, my trial’s, televising.

National security is of overriding importance. As a matter therefore of national security, the court must order my trial’s televising. The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of paramount national security, not blockbuster ratings.

I’m a ratings magnet. Since my Apprentice days; since my halcyon, TV-days; blockbuster ratings and I; we just go together. Can’t make this up. Who’d a thunk it? Who’d a thunk that for the presidency in my Apprentice days, I’d be, apprenticing.

Big, blockbuster ratings; I guarantee them. Fox News knew that. Everybody knows that. Twice impeached; I am now, thrice indicted. Like badges of honor, I wear them. And I’ve a fourth indictment, forthcoming. I’m through with my on-the-job, training.

Blockbuster ratings; I guarantee them. Fox News knows that. Everyone knows that. Twice impeached; thrice indicted. like badges of honor, I wear them. With a fourth, forthcoming, I’m through with on-the-job, training. Let’s get on with Joe Biden, impeaching.

THIS IS THE BLUEPRINT

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel.
I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Jack is terrifying. A master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. ‘Tis me, today, he’s indicting.

Men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, generally, less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis all this psycho-social, brainwashing.

Men don’t trust one another. Men trust women, even less. And domestic violence reflects violence to the larger community Freedom in America, appears to reign. Everything seems just an illusion. Woke seems all this psycho-social, cross-cultural, brainwashing.

Witness in Pakistan the tragic opening of the electoral season. And witness in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. Succumbing is Haiti. Oblivious to we Earthlings on the surface are Earthlings, subterranean. Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, fast towards us, is speeding.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel.
I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Like Roy, a master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. ‘Tis me, tonight, he’s indicting.

DISTRACTIONS DISTRACT

Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Witness in Pakistan, the tragic opening of the electoral season. Witness in Haiti, a lifeline from Kenya. Hold on, Haiti! We’re oblivious yet to subterranean Earthlings. And to an asteroid, that towards us, is speeding.

What I’m writing is nothing less than mankind’s blueprint to progress; to make an order of magnitude, quantum leap, forward. To get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien, visiting. Comes in 2023, over Taiwan, with China, a reckoning.

Ontology; ‘tis the study of the nature of being. Methinks that because I think — that therefore — I am. I bleed when I cut myself. And it hurts, when I cut myself. And the hurt and the blood, ebbs and flows. Illusory, ofttimes seems, the nature of being.

Illusory seems the nature of being. Notwithstanding thoughts: and feelings; notwithstanding pain; and bleeding. Illusory ofttimes seems the nature of being. Still I imagine how unpalatable, predetermined things might be made, somehow, appetizing.

Epiphanies being at least an order of magnitude greater than revelations, ‘twas for me a revelation to learn that every 10th simulation is experimental. That’s some Creative Designing! ‘Tis an insight into ontology. Ontology; ‘tis the study of the nature of being.

Whether what happens can ultimately be determined to have been predetermined depends. It depends on whether what happens, can be explained. ‘Tis dependent on the nature of being; and human nature. Dependency on such things is inherently misleading.

A lot depends on what can be explained. So hath explained The Watcher to me. Accordingly, a lot depends on the nature of being. And human nature. Dependency on such things is inherently misleading. Witness my trial of the century, soon upcoming.

Telepathically, beings have been communicating with me. My lawyers tho, seem adamant. They won’t argue my alien communications argument to any court. Except for Aileen Cannon and Clarence Thomas, perhaps, so much for, courageous, lawyering.

My lawyers won’t argue my alien communications argument. They say it’s a loser. They say that like Rudy, it’ll lose them, their licenses. The argument is a loser. So unanimously say, my ineffective lawyers, my only truthful defense, effectively, eviscerating.

My lawyers have been adamant. They won’t argue my alien communications argument to any court. They insist no Cory’s gonna believe that aliens telepathically had me take those top secret files. Lord knows, my resourceful Ray Cohn, I am missing.

My lawyers won’t argue my novel alien communications argument before any court. Lord knows, Ray Cohn, I am missing. In his search for truth, Ray Cohn wouldn’t back off. Ray Cohn wouldn’t back down. Ray Cohn was a master of the truth, uncovering.

In his search for truth Ray Cohn wouldn’t back off. Ray wouldn’t back down. Ray was a master of the truth, legally, and illegally, uncovering; a master of getting the goods on one. anyone. I see a lot of my Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. ‘Tis — terribly, terrifying.

ON ONTOLOGY

Ontology; ‘tis the study of the nature of being. Methinks that because I think, therefore, I am. I bleed when I cut myself. And it hurts. It hurts, when I cut myself. And the hurt and the blood, ebbs — and flows. Illusory, ofttimes seems, the nature of being.

My authorship of this; ‘tis Arthur’s and The Watcher’s also.
‘Tis actually The Watcher’s experimental study of the nature of being; and human nature; and geopolitics, on Earth. Every 10th simulation is experimental. That, The Watcher explains, is what’s happening.

Every 10th simulation is experimental. So hath explained The Watcher. And epiphanies being at least an order of magnitude greater than revelations, ‘twas at least a revelation to learn that every 10th simulation is experimental. That’s some Creative Designing!

In the order of things, every 10th simulation is experimental. Distractions distract. That’s what, by design, they do. Thank God, we’re oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, races. Witness Russia and China and America, counter-productively, competing.

What happens may never be known. Government websites sometimes erase one from the record. Changing climates, often trigger, geopolitical, changes. Akin to American Republicans are the Chinese. They prioritize, sometimes, a bad history, revising.

Meanwhile; back at the Metaverse; the Reality Labs division has racked up multi-billion dollar losses. Zuck’s company
as a whole tho continues to perform well. Back to my, virtual, reality. Zuck’s cage fight talk with fellow tech titan Elon is softening.

Fortunately or unfortunately the cage fight talk with Elon is softening. ‘Tis back to imposing my virtual reality. ‘Tis the reality that I’m imposing on everybody. Beyond the presidency I am eyeing, the dictatorship, of the planet. Dictating, I’m imagining.

The cage fight talk between Elon and the Zuck, in tone, is softening. And Russia, the Ukraine is battling, to a standstill. The Ukraine’s western-aided counteroffensive is underway. And Vladimir Putin, Volodymyr Zelenskyy, resolutely, is resisting.

Russia the Ukraine is battling to a standstill. That’s a big problem for everybody. Life’s not fair. Nations are neither friends nor enemies, but frenemies, in the long term. Allegiances come and go, even as the circumstances, are changing.

Distractions are distracting. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness our all too human, obliviousness. We’re oblivious to Earthlings, subterranean. We’re oblivious as well to an asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness Israel and Iran. Witness Haiti. And the rape of Africa. Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Thank God, we’re naturally oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

Witness Israel. Witness Iran. Witness Haiti and the rape of Africa. Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Thank God, we’re oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, Godspeeds. Witness Russia and China and America, counter-productively, competing.

Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness our all too human, obliviousness. We’re oblivious to Earthlings, subterranean. We’re oblivious as well to an asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

PLOT TWISTING — TWISTS OF FATE

Twists of fate and plot twists make great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? There are lessons @chachomanopapa, at chachomanopapa.com and chachomanopapa_threads.net. One of the original Nephilim — The Watcher — bears, watching.

There are lessons @chachomanopapa, chachomanopapa.com and chachomanopapa_threads.net. One of the original Nephilim was, and is, The Watcher. The Watcher bears watching. And The Watcher’s psychographic writing, bears reading.

Amongst platforms like Twitter and Threads and Bluesky and Mastodon, ‘tis Twitter and Threads that seem best positioned, to prosper. Twists of fate and plot twists make for great entertainment. More is happening here, than ‘tis to the eye, appearing.

More is happening here than meets the eye. Viewed from Luna, the twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? More is Between Twitter and Threads, most extraordinary happenings are happening.

Qin Gang, Xi Jinping’s protege, the Chinese have removed. The aggressive young wolf warrior has been removed. ‘Tis telling. The Chinese Communist Party’s sudden removal of Xi Jinping’s shooting star protege Qin Gang is, akin to a tremor, quite telling.

Wang Yi is in. Qin Gang is out. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not an earthquake. Gone is Qin Gang. It might be simple corruption. It might be a beautiful woman. No one knows what has happened to Qin Gang. It might be another case of irreligious, infiltrating.

No one knows what has happened to Qin Gang. It might be yet another case of irreligious, infiltrating. Western religions, corrupting, the state. It might be simple, economic, corruption. It might be a woman. Involved is a beautiful woman, the rumor mill, briefly, was rumoring.

Whatever happened to Qin Gang? Whatever happened to him, may never be known. Chinese government websites have erased him from the record. Autocratic are the Chinese. Akin to my American Republicans are the Chinese. ‘Tis about histories, revising.

What happened to Qin Gang may never be known. Chinese government websites have erased him from the record. Autocratic are the Chinese. Akin to my American Republicans, are the Chinese. ‘Tis about Chinese and American histories, revising.

What happens may never be known. Chinese government websites have already erased Qin Gang from the record. Akin to American Republicans are the Chinese. Changing climates trigger geopolitical changes. They prioritize, bad history, revising.

Changing climates trigger geopolitical changes. Changes are happening. Pan Gongsheng is now the first Chinese central banker since the 1990s not to be a member of the committee.; Xi Jinping seems to be pivoting; Expertise over loyalty, Xi seems, prioritizing.

In China, change is happening. Pan Gongsheng is now the first Chinese central banker in China since the 1990s not to be a member of the Party committee. To expertise over loyalty to the Party, Xi Jinping seems to be pivoting. Loyalty to the Party is ebbing.

What happened to Qin Gang may never be known. Autocratic are the Chinese. Chinese government websites have completely erased him from the record. Akin to my American Republicans are the Chinese. ‘Tis about Chinese and American histories, revising.

What happens may never be known. Chinese government websites have already erased Qin Gang from the record. Changing climates trigger geopolitical changes Akin to American Republicans are the Chinese. They prioritize, bad history, revising.

THE MYSTERY OF QIN GANG

Chinese civilization has for a long time been a host to a variety of the planet’s religio-philosophical traditions. Officially atheist is the nation of China. Nonetheless, Confucianism, Taoism (Daoism) and Buddhism constitute, China’s core, “three teachings”.

China has been, since 1949, governed by the Chinese Communist Party. A Marxist-Leninist atheist institution the Party prohibits party members from practicing religion whilst in office. The Chinese Communist Party, all religions, is disfavoring.

In 2007, according to an official at the Chinese government religions affairs department, there were 130 million Catholic and Protestant Christians in China at that time. There may be more, or less, now. It’s hard to tell. Not too many, are really counting.

Qin Gang is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not no earthquake. In a mere three weeks Qin Gang has become a has-been. But why? It might be economic corruption. It might be a woman. Or it might be yet another case of religious, infiltrating.

Wang Yi is in. Qin Gang is out. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, threatening, an earthquake. In just three weeks Qin Gang is become a has-been. But why? It might be simple corruption. It might be a woman. It might be yet another case of irreligious, infiltrating.

Qin Gang, the aggressive young wolf warrior has been
removed suddenly. Qin Gang is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not no earthquake. But make no mistake. A quake is coming. In a just three weeks Qin Gang’s become, a literal, has-been.

Foreign Minister Qin Gang is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not no earthquake. Make no mistake tho. Sometimes tremors signal, quakes are coming. There’s more to the story than that Qin Gang has become, so almost literally, a has-been.

In need of a compelling story, taking over for Vladimir are me and my good buddy, Xi Jinping. I’ve explained to Xi what the aliens explained to me. Fortunately or unfortunately, methinks, he believeth me not. Incredibly implausible, finds my story, Xi Jinping.

In need of a compelling human story, Xi and I are taking over for Vladimir. I’ve explained to Xi what the aliens explained to me. Unfortunately, he believed me not. Incredibly implausible, finds my story, Xi Jinping. Plausibly, incredible finds my story, Xi Jinping.

Terrified is Xi Jinping of not following through on Taiwan. Terrified is Xi Jinping of not personifying the new age, Chinese, wolf warrior. Fortunately — or unfortunately, vacillating is, Xi Jinping. Vacillating lately have been Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping.

China has removed Foreign Minister Qin Gang. Xi Jinping’s protege, is removed. Qin Gang, the aggressive young wolf warrior is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor; not no earthquake. In three weeks Qin Gang’s become a literal has-been.

China unceremoniously replaced Foreign Minister Qin Gang with his predecessor Wang Yi. In today’s China there’s no need for pomp. There’s no need for ceremony. The Chinese unceremoniously remove anyone, to the Party, too embarrassing.

In today’s China there’s no need for no pomp. There’s no need for ceremony. The Chinese unceremoniously, Qin Gang, have removed. Xi’s protege Qin Gang the aggressive young wolf warrior, the Party, hath removed. ‘Tis most telling. ‘Tis most ironically, telling.

Xi Jinping’s protege, Qin Gang, the Chinese have removed. The aggressive young wolf warrior has been removed. ‘Tis telling. The Chinese Communist Party’s sudden removal of Xi Jinping’s shooting star protege Qin Gang is, akin to a tremor, quite telling.

A NEPHELIM ORIGINAL

Twists of fate and plot twists make great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? There are lessons @chachomanopapa and at chachomanopapa.com and at chachomanopapa_threads.net. One of the original Nephilim — The Watcher — bears, watching.

So who will I pick for veep? Although I won’t rule out Mike Pence, the buzz is turning towards two, outspoken, women. Despite her reputation for verbal gaffes, Greene might appeal both to me and my voters. Melania though, Kari Lake, is threatening.

I won’t rule out Mike Pence. The buzz tho is in tapping an outspoken woman; one like Lake; or Greene. Despite her penchant for gaffes, Marjorie Taylor Greene appeals both both to me and my voters. Melania finds Kari Lake tho, more threatening.

Not so incidentally, Qin Gang hasn’t been seen for weeks. Once one of China’s most prominent voices, Qin Gang hasn’t been heard from. An early adopter of the rhetoric now known as China’s “wolf warrior diplomacy,” Qin Gang’s whereabouts, bear watching.

Qin Gang hasn’t been seen for 3 weeks. Once one of China’s most prominent voices to the outside world Qin Gang hasn’t been seen for weeks. A devotee of the combative rhetoric now known as China’s “wolf warrior diplomacy,” Qin Gang, bears watching.

One online theory, widely-shared, says Qin Gang was being investigated over an alleged extramarital affair. When asked about the rumor on Monday, Foreign Minister Spokesperson Mao Ning, any such, extramarital matter, the Ministry, was denying.

Viewed from Luna, the twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? There are lessons herein @chachomanopapa, chachomanopapa.com and chachomanopapa_threads.net, The Watcher, bears watching.

My response to a question on my faith raises questions. I retain strong support from Evangelical Christians, especially. Over 75 percent of Christians voted for me in 2016 and 2020. Loyal have been the willfully blind Evangelicals on whom I’m counting.

Willful blindness. Legally, ‘tis a thing. Willful blindness happens when a court so rules. As in my trials wherein I argue, nonsensically. Politically tho, 75 percent of Evangelical Christians voted for me in 2016 and 2020. Being willfully blind tho, isn’t incapacitating.

Being willfully blind isn’t at all, incapacitating. In contrast to legal forums, in political forums, disinformation is favored. Thanks to the willful blindness of my Evangelical Christians, I’ve got them mostly in my thrall. And so for president, happily, I’m running.

Thanks to my hubris and thanks too to the willful blindness of Evangelical Christians I’ve got them mostly enthralled. That’s why for president, happily, I’m running. Even more than William Wordsworth’s Lord Nelson, I am the happiest warrior, running.

Wordsworth begins by asking “Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he / What every man in arms should wish to be?” William then proceeds to answer his own query: Lord Nelson was happiest once. Thankfully tho, I’m the happiest warrior, yet still, living.

At Twitter and Threads and at platforms like Bluesky and Mastodon. ‘Tis Twitter and Threads tho that seem best positioned to prosper. Twists of fate and plot twists make for great entertainment. More is happening here, than ‘tis appearing.

IN TWEETS AND THREADS

At Twitter and Threads; and elsewhere. There’s more than enough wealth. Let us share it. Vlad is ill. In the interim, Xi and I are taking over. Temporarily; unless, it becomes permanent. That will all happen later; after I’m re-elected. That’s why I’m running.

We’ve enough wealth. Let’s share it. Putin is ill. In the interim, Xi and I are taking over. It’ll be temporary ; until, possibly, it becomes permanent. That will all happen later; once I’m, once again, presiding. After the explosion; after the aliens. It’s why I’m running.

Each individual marches to the beat of their own drummer. And everyone knows that the nations constrain their citizens’ march. Witness China, Russia and America. Altogether unknown tho is that Twitter and Threads, with an asteroid and aliens, are intersecting.

Everyone knows that the nations constrain their citizens. Witness China, Russia and America. Twitter and Threads, along with events unforeseen, are intersecting. As are we all. Vlad is ill. As a consequence, in the interim, taking over, are me and my buddy, Xi Jinping.

Finding interactions with aliens exceedingly implausible, Xi Jinping finds my story, nonetheless, under the circumstances, credible. Still, he’s afraid. Terrified is Xi Jinping of not following through on Taiwan. Fortunately or unfortunately, vacillating is, Xi Jinping.

Indecisive lately have been Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping. And Vladimir’s indecision in Ukraine is mirrored by Xi’s own indecision; and his own misgivings about Taiwan. They in turn, mirror my own. I am misgiving, personified; overbearing; imposing.

I am misgiving, personified; overbearing; and imposing. ‘Tis rich; ‘tis rich that Ukraine and Taiwan mirror Russia and China. Finding interactions with aliens exceedingly implausible, Xi Jinping finds my story, nonetheless, credible. Still, terrified is Xi Jinping.

A netherworld of sorts; ‘tis where the future resides. There await all the events that haven’t yet happened. Events like those prophesied by Baba Vanga for 2023. Awaits the Earth, 2023’s alien visitation. And 2023’s nuclear explosion, not imploding.

Awaits Earth and its Earthlings in 2023, transformational, events. And alien, Earthlings, subterranean. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads. Between America, China, Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens — damn dumb, seem we Earthlings.

In short; in tweets and threads. Everything’s predetermined. I’m Agent 4547. Xi Jinping and I, for Russia’s Vladimir, are taking over. Nobody know what’s happening. No one but me; and Arthur; and The Watcher. Only we appear to know what’s happening.

In tweets and threads; was Oppenheimer an American Prometheus? Or is the analog for Prometheus, more appropriately, the Americans? The co-authors of this seem to know what’s happening. But only The Watcher, actually knows, what’s happening.

The twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? There are lessons herein; @chachomanopapa and at chachomanopapa.com and at chachomanopapa_threads.net. A Nephilim, The Watcher, bears watching.

AT TWITTER AND THREADS

In a drunken stupor; in a dream; in a reverie, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered an awesome power in tweets. Then I discovered an awesome power in Threads. I’ve discovered two algorithms, mind-blowing.

Once upon a time I‘d fancied being a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered an awesome metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm. Then I discovered an awesome metaphysical power in Threads. Between them I’ve discovered, what on Earth, is happening.

Between Twitter and Threads I’ve made a great discovery. ‘Tis not a physical discovery. ‘Tis, I believe, metaphysical. ‘Tis possibly, also, alchemical. Between Twitter and Threads, I’ve discovered an awesome alchemical power, in quantum posting.

At the intersection of Twitter and Threads. That’s where we are. Between America and China. Between Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens, we Earthlings are pretty damn dumb. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads, await the Earthlings.

Not as wise as they seem, are the Earthlings. There’s a wide gap, between the so-called intelligentsia, and the masses. Power, to the people. Power, to the masses. There’s a wide gap between the so-called intelligentsia and the masses. The gap, is widening.

There’s a gap between the so-called intelligentsia and the masses. And the gap, is widening. The nation-states are failing. And it’s 2023. Zaporizhzhia threatens Ukraine. And the aliens are here, already. And nobody but me seems to know, what’s happening.

In short; in a tweet; in a thread. Everything’s predetermined. I’m Agent 4547. And Xi Jinping and I, for Russia’s Vladimir, are taking over. Nobody know what’s happening. No one but me; and Arthur; and The Watcher. Only we appear to know what’s happening.

In tweets and threads; was Oppenheimer an American Prometheus? Or is the analog for Prometheus, more ironically, the Americans? The co-authors of this seem to know what’s happening. But only The Watcher, actually knows, what’s happening.

Is Oppenheimer, the American Prometheus? Or is the analog for Prometheus, more appropriately, collectively, the Americans? The Watcher‘s words; they’re words well worth heeding. Alas — there are histories — well worth — not repeating.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. George Santayana said that way back in 1905; before the World Wars. George said that way back in 1905. Condemned are we to forgetting. Condemned are we, to fighting.

At the intersection of Twitter and Threads; that’s where we are. Between America and China. Between Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens, we Earthlings seem pretty damn stupid. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads — await, oblivious Earthlings.

At Twitter and Threads; and elsewhere. There’s more than enough wealth. Let us share it. Vlad is ill. In the interim, Xi and I are taking over. Temporarily; unless it becomes permanent. That will all happen after I’m re-elected as the president. That’s why I’m running.

DIRTY HARRY KNOWS

“A man’s got to know his limitations,” I like to say. But no man I have ever known, ever has. It’s the hubris we share as a species. Not knowing one’s limitations ends up being extremely limiting. Witness my experience. ‘Tis been, uniquely, humiliating.

“I like to say, a man’s got to know his limitations,” No man I have ever known, ever has. Limitations are frowned upon. Not knowing one’s limitations ends up being, fortunately or unfortunately, most limiting. Witness my experience, most humiliating.

It’s the hubris we share as a species. It’s the hubris, we disparately, share. Depending on circumstances, it functions, differently. Hubris may function to free us from constraints. Hubris may constrain. “A man’s got to know his limitations,” I never tire of saying.

TV’s cartoons and Hollywood’s movies. And the cartoonish characters of the cartoons and the movies and the weekly TV shows. They taught me everything I needed to know. They taught me everything I needed to know about surviving; about succeeding.

Everything I ever needed to know about surviving and succeeding I learned from the likes of Wily Coyote and Dirty Harry. A man’s got to know his limitations. Dirty Harry, in particular, taught me: A man’s got to know, what limitations, limit him.

Review events, in context. Notwithstanding a second attack on the bridge to Crimea, Putin’s options are limited. And Putin knows his limitations. Putin’s options are limited. A man’s got to know what limitations limit him. So advises, China’s, Xi Jinping.

Notwithstanding a second attack on the bridge to Crimea, Putin’s options are limited. And Putin knows his limitations. Putin’s options are limited. A man’s got to know what limitations limit him. Review events in context, advises, China’s, Xi Jinping.

Russia has gathered 100,000 troops along the northern frontline. Their poor quality and composition however likely will hinder Russia’s ability to achieve, more than tactically significant, gains. Russia’s offensive operations, generally, are failing.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. “It is sweet and proper to die for one’s country.” The Latin word patria (homeland), literally means the country of one’s fathers. ‘Tis stunning. ‘Tis a sentiment the Ukrainians feed on. ‘Tis a sentiment, Russians, find wanting.

To gloriously die for one’s country; ‘tis a sentiment that Ukrainians may feed on. ‘Tis a sentiment, on the other hand that the Russians may certainly, find wanting. “It is sweet and proper to die for one’s country.” Unless it isn’t — if the nations — are lying.

Seems Rudy’s flipped. Giuliani evades Jan. 6 target letter after his meeting with prosecutors. Rudy’s America’s Mayor. Rudy was telling the truth. Rudy Giuliani didn’t do anything wrong. It’s that simple. Rudy’s, America’s Mayor. Rudy’s not capable, of lying.

Seems the whole planet’s flipped. Rudy Giuliani didn’t do anything wrong. Me, neither. It’s that simple. Still; nonetheless, I too may be forced to cop a plea. But ‘tis not that simple. What seems a no-brainer; retiring to golfing it seems, isn’t happening.

Russia has gathered 100,000 troops along the northern frontline. Their poor quality and composition tho likely will hinder Russia’s ability to achieve more than tactically significant gains. Russia’s offensive operations, generally, are failing.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. “It is sweet and proper to die for one’s country.” The Latin patria (homeland), literally means the country of one’s fathers. ‘Tis a sentiment Ukrainians feed on. ‘Tis a sentiment, Vladimir Putin’s Russians, find wanting.

IN ANY EVENT

After Zaporizhzhia. After an asteroid. After the aliens. Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. A collision with an asteroid may also happen. Or not. In any event, the aliens with me have been for sons time, communicating.

After an asteroid. After aliens. After Zaporizhzhia. Baba Vanga predicted two of three in 2023. This evidences that aliens, indeed, are communicating with me. Stay tuned to chachomanopapa.com in 2023. Stay tuned; whether or not a collision, is happening.

After an explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After an asteroid. After aliens. After an asteroid, the aliens are coming. Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. That’s not to say a collision with that asteroid’s not happening.

Humanity’s no monolith. Everyone’s experience is different. Every nation’s experience is different, also. “A man’s got to know his limitations,” I always say. But no man I’ve ever known, ever has. Not knowing one’s limitations; it oft ends up being, very limiting.

“A man’s got to know his limitations,” I like to say. But no man I have ever known, ever has. It’s the hubris we share as a species. Not knowing one’s limitations often ends up being extremely limiting. Witness my experience. ‘Tis been, humiliating.

Life is good. Life is awful. God willing, we Earthlings will do what we do; as in the past, we’ve often done. Challenged, we’ll persevere. Challenged, perhaps, we’ll overcome. Everyone’s experience is different. And every nation’s experience is different. Time shall be telling.

Once again, life is good. God willing, we Earthlings will do what we do; as in the past, we’ve often done. Challenged, we’ll persevere. Challenged, perhaps, we’ll overcome. Time will tell if through 2023, persevering may be, the ever never-say-die, Earthlings.

My outbursts have been met with silence so far. Since my indictment last month I have publicly been calling Special Counsel Jack Smith “deranged” and a “psycho.” I’ve said he “looks like a crackhead.” A gag order — I fear. A gag order I trust — is coming.

A gag order I trust is coming. I fear it not tho, actually. I see a great opportunity in the indignity of being briefly held in custody. I see great opportunity in the fundraising opportunity. I see great opportunity in my jailing; and in my public handcuffing.

There is great opportunity in the indignity of my being held in custody. There is great opportunity in the fundraising opportunity. I see great opportunity in my jailing; in my public handcuffing. As long as it’s brief, it’ll make for great, fundraising.

There’s alchemy and black holes on Earth, in a sense. There’s gold in them ‘thar‘ hills. There’s gold in them ‘thar’ black hole, donors. ‘Twas the that Creator created gold. And donors. And black holes. And it’s gold that’s got a hold of us silly, human beings.

These freaking Eureka moments; more and more and seemingly faster and faster, they converge. I had a Eureka moment once upon a time in the bathtub. I had a Eureka moment in a tub, a-rub-a-dub-rubbing. A climax doth seem — this converging.

In a dream; in a reverie; in a drunken stupor, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, in an unusual way, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered a power in Twitter’s algorithm. I discovered a metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm, mind-blowing.

LIFE IS GOOD

Life is good. Despite his success, Joe is mired in his approval ratings. In contrast, I’m a twice-indicted candidate; the undisputed ‘capo’ of my party. I am the discoverer of the phenomenon now known as ‘fake news’. Worse yet, to global dictating, I’m aspiring.

As a matter of social engineering the expectations of the moviemaking business aren’t realistic. The expectations
of the writers and actors, less so. Everybody’s got though, great expectations. Job actions add to challenges the moviemaking business is facing.

A twice-indicted candidate, I’m the undisputed ‘capo’ of my party. I discovered the phenomenon known as fake news. After my next presidency, to global dictating, I aspire. I’m taking over from Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, Vladimir and Xi Jinping’s wishes, notwithstanding.

Xi and I are taking over from Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, Vladimir and Xi Jinping’s wishes, notwithstanding. To be a one and only global dictator, I’m aspiring. I’m taking over from Vladimir, albeit over his objections. And over the objections of Xi Jinping.

Yet another strike. ‘Tis illustrative. A striking of the face is analogous to a missile strike. International violence is a logical extension of domestic strife. And overcrowding. The bad news is everything‘s learned. And the good news as well is, learned, is everything.

Hollywood actors are poised to strike. Their SAG-AFTRA contract expired at midnight. Notwithstanding the eleventh hour efforts of a federal mediator, actors failed to agree to a new film and TV contract. Against the producers, they’re striking.

‘Zuck the cuck’ is surrounded by some top UFC talents. Recent images show that he’s been benefiting from an intense training camp. He seems in much better shape than his opponent. And ’tis none other than Elon — ‘the walrus’ Musk — that the Zuck’s, bamboozling.

We’ve come a long way. “Oppenheimer” has been premiering to rave reviews. I too aspire to rave reviews; once I’m president again. After the explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After the asteroid. After aliens; after an asteroid. After an asteroid, aliens are coming.

After the explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After the asteroid. After aliens. After an asteroid, the aliens are coming. Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. That’s not to say a collision with an asteroid’s not happening.

Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. That’s not to say a collision with an asteroid’s not happening. Baba Vanga predicted for 2023, both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation. That’s not to say a collision’s not happening.

Both did the Bulgarian Baba Vanga predict for 2023; both, a nuclear explosion; and an alien visitation. That’s not to say that a collision with an asteroid is out of the question. Both Putin and Zelenskyy know of Baba Vanga. Both know of her soothsaying.

Both Vladimir Putin and Volodymyr Zelenskyy know of Baba Vanga‘s remarkable record of soothsaying. Still; no one mentions her. To do so would be discrediting. To do so would be, self-defeating. To do so would be — beyond — uber, humiliating.

No one’s mentioning the Bulgarian Baba Vanga. No one’s mentioning, the mystic’s predictions. For 2023, both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation were predicted. That’s not to say that an Earth’s collision with an itinerant asteroid isn’t happening.

No one mentions Ms Baba Vanga. No one mentions Ms Baba‘s predictions. For 2023, both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation were predicted. That’s not to say that Earth’s collision with an itinerant asteroid is happening. That’s not to say tho — it’s not happening.

OPPENHEIMER

We’ve come a long way baby. “Oppenheimer” has been premiering to rave reviews. I too may get rave reviews; once I’m president again. After the explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After the asteroid. After the aliens; after the asteroid. After the asteroid, the aliens are coming.

Of course seeing as “Oppenheimer” is about the development of the atomic bomb it shouldn’t be too surprising that it’s a harrowing watch. Imagine how harrowing, in reality. Imagine, Oppenheimer. There’s a theater of war, coming. ‘Tis not — that surprising.

Film and TV shoots have already shut down due to the writers strike but if actors join writers on Thursday, Hollywood could be left dead in the water. Or shut down. Read more at chachomanopapa.com. I’m online everyday. Everyday, I’m tweeting — and threading.

The Authors Guild, a US-based advocacy group that supports the working rights of writers published an opening letter last week calling on the chief executives of Big Tech and AI companies to obtain permission from authors, in twitterfiction, in writing.

A suit against OpenAI and Meta claims that “much of the material” used to train the tool “comes from copyrighted
works. Works were copied by defendants without consent, without credit and without compensation regardless of copyrights, infringing.

Alchemical events in the universe, are happening. There’s gold in them thar black holes; way out there in space and time. And there’s alchemy, in its different sense, on Earth. Black holes, The Creator created, create gold. And it’s gold that’s got a hold of human beings.

Mere months after securing his seat on the Supreme Court in highly contentious confirmation hearings, Clarence Thomas joined the Horatio Alger Association of Distinguished Americans. Rags-to-riches Americans, it has long been, honoring.

Imagine the degree to which Clarence Thomas’ associations with the Association‘s members brought him proximity to a lifestyle of near unimaginable material privilege; V.I.P. access to sporting events. And lavish parties, less unimaginable, I’m imagining.

In launching Threads, Zuckerberg said: “The goal is to keep it friendly as it expands. I think it’s possible and will ultimately be the key to its success.” Musk has now gone low, calling Zuck a ‘cuck’; and a mixed martial arts bout with the Zuck, as if in desperation, proposing.

Years of bitterness between the two billionaires has only intensified since Zuck launched Threads last week. Musk’s latest posts were the final straw for some longtime Twitter users. Some users who’d long considered ditching Twitter, finally, are leaving.

Zuck and Musk are even threatening to fight each other in a cage match; really; a real life, mixed martial arts, cage match., Musk would add members to the tale of the tape. It wouldn’t work in Europe. But in Sin City; in Las Vegas, it’s a sin, in the making.

Musk would add some members to the tale of the tape. That disgusting spectacle wouldn’t ever work in Europe. But in Sin City; in Las Vegas tho, it’s a natural; sins in Las Vegas, seem less sinful, somehow. Let us hope that for humanity’s sake, that’s not happening.

Such a disgusting spectacle wouldn’t ever work in Europe. ‘Tis because of a regulatory framework protecting privacy in the EU. In Las Vegas tho, it’s a natural; sins in Las Vegas aren’t sinful. Let’s hope that for humanity’s sake — this isn’t happening.

One would hope that for humanity’s sake what we see happening before our very own eyes, isn’t what’s really happening. Recall Occam’s Razor. Recall Occam’s Razor as ye consider my much more plausible explanation for everything that’s happening.

ALCHEMICAL EVENTS — BE HAPPENING

Alchemical events in the universe are happening. There’s gold in them thar black holes; way out there in space and time. And there’s alchemy in a different sense on Earth. Black holes, The Creator created, create gold. And it’s gold that’s got a hold of human beings.

These Eureka moments; more and more — and seemingly — faster and faster, they converge. I had a Eureka moment once upon a time in the bathtub. I had a Eureka moment in a tub, rub-a-dub-rubbing. A climax it seems this converging, is following.

A climax, seems a-coming. It’s more than just a feeling I’ve got. I’m not making this up; can’t make shit like this up. Everything for the most part is predetermined; our destinies largely predetermined by where and to whom we’re born; to whom we’re beholding.

Dutch immigration policy is already stricter than that of many European nations. A recent uptick in migration from countries like Tunisia and Pakistan has rekindled the migration policy debate in the Dutch. Go to chachomanopapa.com for more about migrating.

Referring to Ukraine as a “terrorist regime” and accusing Kyiv of “deliberately causing harm” to the Zaporizhzhya NPP,
Ukrainian authorities, the Russians allege, have now embarked upon a plan; damage upon the Zaporizhzhya NPP, themselves, inflicting.

‘Twas a revelation; an epiphany perhaps; ‘twas, in any event, a moment, monumental. ‘Twas a Eureka moment, monumental, when in my imagination I discovered the fabled Philosopher’s Stone. A chip from the Stone installed in my phone — ‘twas unbelievably, empowering.

A chip from a Stone installed in my phone; ‘twas unbelievably, incredibly, empowering. A chip so installed accessed not only #twitterfiction at chachomanopapa.com; and it accessed also, Buzz, my superhero, spy-fly. Buzz has been beyond great at spying.

Duly installed, even the tiniest chip from a Philosopher’s Stone that’s genuine, endows the bearer of the phone in which it’s installed, properties, metaphysical; properties, beyond the realm, physical. A chip from the Philosopher’s Stone so installed, is empowering.

‘Tis hot as hell in the summer. On Earth, ‘tis freaking hot as hell. It’s 2023. Still, on Earth, no aliens have shown as of yet. There’s been no asteroid, neither. Pretty darn silly, I’ve found, the Earthlings. Pretty damned silly, I have been finding, the Earthlings.

Threads explodes to 70 million signups one day after launch. The app still has room to grow. It hasn’t yet launched in Europe. Elon wrote a letter to Meta accusing the company of “unlawful misappropriation.” At the Coliseum in Europe, cometh a reckoning.

Pretty Goddamned silly are the Earthlings. Homo sapiens, they call themselves; God’s crowning creation, some of us, call ourselves. At the Coliseum in Italy, cometh a reckoning. In Europe, cometh a reckoning. In a ring within the Coliseum, cometh a reckoning.

Pretty damn silly are we freaking Earthlings. Homo sapiens, we be calling ourselves. God’s crowning creation, we sometimes, be calling ourselves. Comes soon, a reckoning. In a ring within a Coliseum. In Italy’s Coliseum, comes a reckoning. ‘Tis what’s happening.

In a bigger story, in #twitterfiction, we’re now using this new tool called gravitational wave astronomy. And we’re combining it with our traditionally very powerful electromagnetic astronomy to prove that alchemical events in the universe — are happening.

In what’s cosmically, a bigger story, we’ve now used a new tool called gravitational wave astronomy. By combining it with our traditionally very powerful electromagnetic astronomy we’ve been able to prove that alchemical events in the universe — are happening.

INTRODUCING — THREADS

Introducing Threads. ‘Tis a Facebook app that enables public, text-based updates and conversations for users. ‘Tis tied to your Instagram identity. 10 million people signed up for Threads almost immediately. Threads. ‘Tis a threat to Tesla’s, profitability, looming.

Threads. ‘Tis the standalone Facebook app that enables text-based updates. And convos with others. ‘Tied to Instagram identities, 10 million people signed up for Threads near immediately. Threads. A threat to Tesla’s profitability, is largely looming.

Jack’s bluebird deserved better. Threads; ‘tis a killer alternative to Twitter’s Elon’s, butt kicking. And Meta has the perfect growth hack for Threads. It turns out that deleting yer Threads profile, kills also yer Instagram account. Deleting yer profile may be self-defeating.

Turns out Meta has the perfect growth hack for Threads. It turns out that deleting yer Threads profile, kills also, yer Instagram account. Deleting yer profile may be self-limiting, if not, self-defeating. Facebook claims that eventuality, it’s investigating.

Who’d a-thunk it? The end of Twitter. In #twitterfiction, the timing seems right. Tweeters, desperate for an alternative trustworthy, flocked, to Zuck’s alternative. The bluebird deserved better. Threads is a killer alternative, to Elon’s butt kicking.

Threads; for Mark Zuckerberg, ‘tis a killer alternative; an attractive, killer, alternative. ‘Tis an attractive alternative to pursue toward Twitter’s — and Elon’s, butt kicking. A cease and desist proposed order notwithstanding, Elon‘s getting, an ass kicking.

There are more than enough amazing communities in sports, music, fashion, beauty and entertainment to make for vibrant, platforms. There’s no need to get into politics or hard news. But politics and hard news may drive the best, most successful, platforms, I’m guessing.

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proofs. The importance of Avi’s discovery lies in that IM1 is believed to be anomalous. Avi’s Harvard team refuses to rule out the possibility, that IM1’s part of an interstellar spacecraft. ‘Tis of alien, making.

The fragments came from an unidentified interstellar object that whizzed through the atmosphere at an astonishingly speedy 100,215 miles per hour. Anomalous in composition, at 100,215 miles per hour. Seems worthy @NASA, to what’s in our Black Budget inventories, comparing.

Reality stays whatever it is whether we choose to ignore it. Or not. In the long run ‘tis better to adapt to reality than to ignore. Acting in ignorance; ‘tis evident; ‘tis failing us. Witness tons of evidence of high technology and whistleblowers we ought not be ignoring.

Fortunately or unfortunately — the proof is in the pudding. And the pudding’s proof — in this case is a seemingly incomprehensible mix of the physical and the metaphysical. Still, ‘tis possible; ‘tis possible to dimly appreciate the grand magnificence of all — of His making.

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proofs. Earth has set all-time high temperature record for 3 days in a row. It’s 2023. ‘Tis fucking hot. ‘Tis hot as hell. No aliens yet. No asteroid, neither. Goddamned silly, I find, the Goddamned, Earthlings.

US Air Forces Central said Thursday that a Russian military fighter jet engaged with U.S. aircraft over Syria for a 2nd consecutive day. The incident followed a previous clash on Wednesday. In #twitterfiction it’s been hot as hell on Earth. In Syria, ‘tis sweltering.

‘Tis hot as hell in the summer. On Earth, ‘tis freaking hot as hell. And it’s 2023. Still, on Earth, no aliens have shown as of yet. There’s been no asteroid, neither. Pretty darn silly, I’ve found, the Earthlings. Pretty Goddamned silly, I’ve been finding, the Earthlings.

UKRAINIANS KNOW

It’s not that the CIA or any agency has failed. It’s that plausible deniability and international diplomacy make for strange bedfellows. The agency is concerned sabotage operations by both sides may have unintended disastrous consequences, ballooning.

Just 340 miles northwest of Zaporizhzhia, the meltdown of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant in 1986 remains the worst of its kind. Chernobyl is 340 miles from Zaporizhzhia. The Ukrainians know what nuclear catastrophe is. It requires, very little imagining.

A false flag operation for July 5, the Russians are scheduling. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. If detonated, undamaged, may be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of Ukrainian shelling.

The Russians, yet again, once again, are coming. To vacation along the Black Sea; in Crimea, perhaps. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. A false flag operation for July 5, the Russians are scheduling.

If detonated, undamaged, may well be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of Ukrainian shelling. That is what is, in twitterfiction, the essence of a false flag operation. A false flag operation, for July 5, Vladimir Putin’s Russians, are scheduling.

The Russians, yet again, once again, are coming. To vacation along the Black Sea; in Crimea, perhaps. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. Their detonation would create an illusion of Ukrainian, shelling, self-harming.

I AM DEATH

Vlad is become Death — The Destroyer. To counteract him, I tweet to @KremlinRussia_E. I mix and I match my tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm, for activist, tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death, The Destroyer, destroying.

Vladimir Putin is become Death The Destroyer. That’s quite a dramatic headline. It is tho, a mere subplot, amongst litanies, of others. There’s lots of stuff happening; lots of strife, distracting. And there’s the asteroid. And the aliens. There’s lots of stuff happening.

There’s lots of stuff distracting us. Witness Israel. Witness China. Witness Russia. Witness Ukraine. And Taiwan. There’s lots of strife, distracting us. Fortunately or unfortunately, there’s no inkling of the coming aliens nor any asteroid, a-coming.

For the Earthlings of the Earth, fortunately or unfortunately, there’s barely an inkling. Excepting some wild-eyed conspiracy theorists, the Earthlings have barely an inkling; of coming aliens; of a coming, asteroid. In contrast, everybody knows — the Russians — are coming.

Everybody knows that the Russians are coming. Ironically, this week passing of Alan Arkin. That great American character actor broke out as a film star in “The Russians are Coming! The Russians are Coming!” ‘Twas the movie that gave ‘serpentine’, to me, new meaning.

Flashback to 2020 when the Israeli Haim Eshed claimed the United States has been in contact with a ‘Galactic Federation’ on Earth. Haim strongly believes there are already aliens, amongst us, already. They are so to speak, sort of, with us, co-habiting.

Co-habiting with us have been the aliens. Given tho the Star-Trekkian Prime Directive , they’ve been reluctant to have any contact with us. The Prime Directive notwithstanding, the asteroid making a beeline towards Earth — everything, is changing.

‘Tis July 4th. The 247th edition, this time. The aliens have been reluctant to have any contact with us. They, of course, know we’re here. Nary an inkling have the Earthlings about the aliens. But an asteroid headed towards Earth, everything, is changing.

‘Tis July 4th once again. ‘Tis the 247th edition, this time around. But I must admit, it feels different. It feels different, this time time around. I suspect it’s because it’s 2023; it’s Baba Vanga’s 2023. And 2023 is when two most notable events, Baba Vanga predicted, are happening.

Each time they attack me I get back up. I keep on fighting. “There’s no one tougher!” says Jordan. “Thank you Jim,” I responded, “keep up the GREAT work!!!” I for one will keep on fighting for me and my interests until, in twitterfiction, I’ll be absconding.

Everyone knows I will keep on fighting. For me. And my interests. I will keep on fighting, until, in twitterfiction, ‘tis time to abscond. Fortunately or unfortunately, Jack Smith’s not so bright. I’ve still got my passport. And with it, to Russia, I may be, absconding.

I’ve got options. In lieu of being re-elected, it may well be in my best interests, to abscond. I’ve got options. I’ve got friends in Russia. Jack Smith’s not so smart. I’ve still got my passport. If China invades Taiwan, I may be to Russia, surreptitiously, absconding.

Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. If detonated, damaged, may not be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of shelling, from our side. ‘Tis a false flag operation, that for July 5, Putin is scheduling.

I AM BECOME DEATH — THE DESTROYER

Vlad is become Death — The Destroyer. To counteract him, I tweet to @KremlinRussia_E. I mix — and I match my tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm; for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death, The Destroyer, destroying.

To counteract The Destroyer I tweet to @KremlinRussia_E. I mix and I match my tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. And so I spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death, The Destroyer, himself destroying.

Vladimir Putin is become Death, The Destroyer. And I, one of the alleged co-authors of this — am Agent 4547. But I am an agent, moreover, of my Creator. I am above all, my Creator’s agent. Vladimir Putin is become Death, the destroyer, self-destroying.

I discovered a mind-blowing metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm In a series of dreamy, reveries; in a drunken stupor, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, in an unusual way, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered a power, mind-blowing.

‘Twas a Eureka moment when I discovered a power, mind-blowing. I found it in Twitter’s algorithm. And I told
Jack about the metaphysical power. And I told Elon, following Elon’s acquisition of what had been Jack’s, proprietary, algorithm.

All to no avail. In the eleven years past, I’d experimented through Twitter’s evolution; through 140 characters, through to 280 characters. Twitter’s algorithm; for communication, like me, it’s perfect. ‘Twas the genesis of my Twitter Diplomacy, so groundbreaking.

My groundbreaking Twitter Diplomacy notwithstanding, ‘twas all to no avail. I failed to adequately explain to Jack and to Elon the game-changing capability built into the algorithm. Alas! Still, it’s ne’er, too late. ‘Tis not just the Twitter Diplomacy, that’s groundbreaking.

Twitter Diplomacy; ‘tis the least of it. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vladimir is Death, The Destroyer. Vladimir is himself, destroying. In 280 characters, Vladimir is himself, self-sacrificing.

‘Tis least of it, the Twitter Diplomacy. The 280 character capacity of a tweet; with its handles and its hashtags. The capacity makes possible — a virtual letter — in a tweet. And that capability makes possible a way to communicate, I’ve been, 11 years, imagining.

And I told Jack about the metaphysical power. And I told Elon. Neither ever acknowledged my communications with them. Nor do they appear to be attempting to steal, intellectual property. Theirs might be simple human ignorance. Or awaiting, my passing.

Thanks to Einstein we know that time and space are intertwined. And since the dawn of time; since the Big Bang, the universe has been expanding. A study just published suggests that Albert Einstein was indeed right, about the universe. ‘Tis ground-breaking.

We now know that time and space are intertwined.
And that since the Big Bang, the universe has been expanding. The study just published suggests that Albert Einstein was indeed right, about the universe. It has been, profoundly, humbling.

There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. I’d shine a spotlight on Vlad’s misconduct. Vlad is Death The Destroyer, The Self-Destroyer. Retweet my tweets. Mix and match yer own. Such communal tweets, may be for Urantia, stabilizing.

THERE’S POWER IN TWITTER’S ALGORITHM

There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death The Destroyer, destroying. Vlad is become Death, The Self-Destroyer. Retweet my tweets. Such communal tweets, may be, stabilizing.

Vlad is become Death — The Destroyer. In #twitterfiction retweet my tweets to @KremlinRussia_E. Mix and match yer tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death The Destroyer — destroying.

Cancelled. How embarrassing! Hard hit since the invasion has been Russia’s aerospace industry. Russia is in disarray. Its premier air show, has been, abruptly cancelled. And the commander of Russia’s aerospace forces has been from view, conspicuously missing.

How embarrassing! Russia is in disarray. Hard hit since the invasion has been Russia’s aerospace industry. Hard hit has been also, it’s navy and army. And the commander of Russia’s armed forces has been from view, most conspicuously, missing.

‘Tis suddenly a possibility that Putin might be preferable to Patrushev. Or Prigozhin. Freedom for Navalny and freedom for Russia might be for China, too destabilizing. A lame duck-like Vladimir Putin may be preferable to a Patrushev or a Prigozhin, arising.

Fortunately or unfortunately, averted once again has been the assassination of Putin; for the time being at least. ‘Tis suddenly a possibility that Putin might be preferable to Patrushev or Prigozhin. Freedom for Navalny and freedom for Russia might be for China, too, destabilizing.

Yet another assassination of Vladimir Putin was attempted two days ago on Friday morning. ‘Twas over an explosive-laden unnamed bridge that Putin‘s motorcade was to travel over. Fortunately or unfortunately, averted has been, the assassination of Putin.

Averted once again; averted once again has been yet another assassination of Vladimir Putin. But an assassination, attempted, even when unsuccessful, signals the impending end of the unpopular fellow who likely occasioned, its happening.

Whoops! ‘Tis the 2nd of July. It’s hard to keep up. Begins today, the latter half of 2023; just 6 months in 2023 remaining. There has been no nuclear incident in 2023; thus far, that is. But there are just 6 months, in 2023, remaining by my calendar’s, accounting.

‘Tis the 2nd of July already. The second half of 2023 hath begun. There’s less than 6 months in 2023 remaining. There’s been no nuclear incident in 2023; thus far, that is. But fortunately or unfortunately there’s over 6 months, in 2023, still remaining.

There’s been no nuclear incident in 2023. There’ve been no assassinations, of note, thus far. Notably there’s been no crashing — with no asteroid. All in due time. There’s over 6 months in 2023, still remaining. Six months pass, in a twinkling.

There’s been no notable assassination this year. Thus far. There’s been no crashing, with no asteroid. Thus far, there’s been nary a trace of an asteroid, a nuclear event, or an assassination happening. That’s not to say that such events, aren’t happening.

That’s not to say that such events aren’t happening. That’s not to say that mankind is beyond such happenings, happening. ‘Tis not to say that mankind has evolved beyond such things. After all, an assassination of Putin was attempted just two days ago; on Friday morning.

In a dream; in a reverie; in a drunken stupor, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, in an unusual way, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered a power in Twitter’s algorithm. I’d discovered a metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm, mind-blowing.

AN ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION

According to the Kremlin its agents thwarted a plan to kill Vladimir Putin over an explosive-laden unnamed bridge that Putin and his motorcade were expected to travel over. Fortunately or unfortunately, averted has been the assassination of Vladimir Putin.

A duty officer of the Federal Security Service reported a suspicious barge under the bridge. When the officer went to check on the situation, the men on the barge said they were making repairs on the bridge. Explosives were found there, the barge crew, planting.

‘Tis June 30 today. ‘Tis the last day of June. ‘Tis the last day of a tumultuous half year. ‘Tis, beginning tomorrow, the latter half of 2023. Just 6 months left in 2023. Putin, being a Russian, knows all about the famous Bulgarian Baba Vanga. and her predictions, so haunting.

Being Russian, Putin knows all about Baba Vanga; all about, her predictions, haunting. ‘Tis June 30 today. ‘Tis the last day of June. The last day of a tumultuous half year. ‘Tis, beginning tomorrow, the latter half of 2023; just 6 months in 2023, remaining.

The United States has said that it does not currently consider the threat of Putin’s Russian occupiers blowing up the ZNPP as “imminent.” Russia’s preparing a terrorist attack. It may be Baba Vanga’s, predicted catastrophe. The Ukrainians, an incident, at ZNPP, are expecting.

‘Tis Baba Vanga’s, long predicted, catastrophe. Ukraine is expecting a happening, at ZNPP. The United States has said that it does not currently consider the threat of Putin’s Russian occupiers blowing up the ZNPP as “imminent.” It’s Putin not Russia, notwithstanding.

Kristina Baikova, 28, a VP at Russian Bank Loko-Bank fell to her death from the 11th floor window of her Moscow apartment building. In the early hours of Friday morning. Today. In Russia, accidents happen. And in Putin’s Russia, assassinations, are on the upswing.

Vlad may have gone too far. Kristina Baikova has fallen from the 11th floor. From the window of her apartment. Ms Baikova wasn’t the wealthiest. She may be tho, the most beautiful of the President’s frenemies to die during the war. This forebodes a final unraveling.

Vlad’s gone too far. Ms Baikova is far from the wealthiest Russian to die under such circumstances since the start of the war. Whilst not the wealthiest. She is perhaps tho, the most beautiful of Putin’s frenemies, during the war, suspiciously dying.

Visiting upon sons, the sins of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows I was like Muhammad Ali the greatest. Everyone knows I made America great. I’m the greatest American president, living.

‘Tis traditional on Earth to visit upon sons the sins of their fathers. It’s the law. Albeit unwritten, in every nation, ‘tis the law. And with but few exceptions, above the law, is no man. With few exceptions above the law is no man. Yours truly, of course, is excepting.

With but few exceptions above the law is no man. Verily, with few exceptions above the law is no man. Excepting
me; excepting me and those in Vlad’s cabal; above the law, is no man. I am the greatest American president, still living; still lying.

Visiting on sons the crimes of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows, like Muhammad Ali, I was the greatest. Everyone knows, I make America great. I’m the greatest, some say, at lying.

Everyone knows I make America great. Some wagging tongues say I’m the greatest liar on Earth, ever born. But it’s not just a few white lies of which I’m accused. To my cult, this is a witch hunt. ‘Tis malicious prosecution. And malicious prosecution, I ain’t tolerating.

ON THIS DATE

On this date in 1914: The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke of Austria and his wife Sophie by the Bosnian-Serb assassin Gavrilo Princip. The assassination happened in Sarajevo. ‘Tis nothing against the Bosnians. Accordingly, against the Serbs, ‘tis nothing.

Visiting on sons the crimes of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows I was, like Muhammad Ali, the greatest. Everyone knows I made America great. I’m the greatest, at lying.

In the debate over which president was greatest they say FDR said: “We have nothing to fear, but fear itself.” They say JFK said: “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.” “I am a legitimate person,” I never tire, of saying.

I am a legitimate person,” I have been recorded, as saying. Allow me to mansplain it to you. It’s Mafioso talk; it’s Mafioso code-speak. “To go legit,” in Mafioso culture wars, is to go straight. I am not just saying — I’m a person. I’m illegitimate — is what I’m saying.

To go legit,” in the Mafioso culture wars is to go straight. I am not just saying I’m a person. ‘Tis “illegitimate” that I was meant to be saying. And not solely because of the wordplay. More importantly, ‘tis most fitting that one so unfit as me, to the presidency, is re-aspiring.

‘Tis unlikely that Xi Jinping will go out of his way to support Vladimir Putin’s regime if that entails significant risks to China itself. In twitterfiction, China’s Xi Jinping is going to do — not what is best for Putin nor for Prigozhin but what is best — for China’s Beijing.

They want to take away my freedom because I will never let them take away yours. They want to silence me because I will never let them silence you. In the end, they’re not after me. They’re after you. I just happen to be in their way. Nonetheless, they won’t stop, prosecuting.

They’re they’re not after me. In the end, they’re not after me. They’re after you. I just happen to be in their way. Nonetheless, they won’t stop, prosecuting. They’ve got a prosecutor named Smith (if that’s really his name), a deranged prosecutor, prosecuting.

Alexander Lukashenko claimed to have stopped Russian President Vladimir Putin from having made a “harsh decision.” He suggested that Vladimir Putin had planned on having, the big burly Belarusian, kill, the not lightly armed, Yevgeny Prigozhin.

During a meeting on Tuesday with his generals, Lukashenko claimed to have stopped Russian President Vladimir Putin from making a “harsh decision.” He suggested that Vladimir Putin had planned on having, the big burly Belarusian, kill, Yevgeny Prigozhin.

Believe me. I’m not laughing off treason. Lord knows treason is no laughing matter. Witness not just me. Witness not just me, Donald John Trump. Witness Russian Double Agent 4547. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin. Witness also Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.

‘Twas a close shave. ‘Twas not tho, no decapitation. ‘Twas Prigozhin, Putin’s chef; and Putin’s wannabe barber, also. ‘Twas a close shave. ‘Twas not tho, no decapitation. Vladimir Putin remains the head of state. A warlord remains, Yevgeny Prigozhin.

On this date in 1914: The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke of Austria and his wife Sophie by Bosnian-Serb assassin Gavrilo Princip. It happened in Sarajevo. ‘Tis nothing against the Bosnians. Accordingly, against the Serbs, ‘tis nothing.

Visiting the sons over the crimes of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows I was, like Muhammad Ali, the greatest. Everyone knows I made America great. I’m the greatest, at lying.

ALTER EGOS

I’m not laughing off treason. Lord knows treason is no laughing matter. Witness me. But witness not just me, the only real, Donald John Trump. Witness Russian Double Agent 4547. Witness Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin. Witness also Yevgeny Prigozhin.

‘Twas a close shave. ‘Twas a close shave, from Putin’s chef. ‘Twas Prigozhin a chef; and his wannabe barber, also. Putin’s not laughing off treason. But it’s not from weakness, only. It’s not just from weakness. There are other considerations, also, limiting.

What was by Lukashenko, said to Prigozhin? What halted his march to Moscow? What made hostile troops turn on a ruble? The tsunami-like ripple effect of this latest betrayal promises to ravage Russia. What on Earth, did Lukashenko say, to Prigozhin?

What’s new in quantum computing? What’s new in artificial intelligence? We ought not fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up, in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. That’s what ChatGPT, and its successors, are saying.

‘Twas as if a close shave; a close shave from Putin’s chef. ‘Twas Prigozhin a chef that would have been Putin’s barber also. Putin’s not laughing off treason. But it’s not from weakness, only. It’s not just from weakness. There are also, other considerations, limiting.

Stunned silence has given way to a terse speech by Putin. And a brief audio clip from Prigozhin. Less unknown, suddenly, are the whereabouts of Yevgeny Prigozhin. He’s in Minsk. In Belarus. In a hotel; in a hotel with no windows. ‘Tis what, I say, is happening.

Putin addressed the Russian public for the first time since Wagner retreated in his Monday speech. It offered little clarity given that Prigozhin is in fact, in twitterfiction, still under investigation. Unknown, incidentally, the whereabouts — of Chef Prigozhin.

Stunned silence. In stunned silence, for the most part, from the presumed safety of their homelands, witnessed the Urantians on their screens, the goings-on. In the Kremlin. In Russia. In a stunned silence, have been left, Xi Jinping. And until today, Putin. And Prigozhin.

Silence, for the most part, cloaks the Kremlin. The ruble reached a 14-month low today against the dollar. Major major equity markets were agitated Monday, ere an aborted weekend mutiny in Russia. Putin says there’s no need, about stability, worrying.

Silence cloaks the Kremlin. Foreign Minister Qin Gang met Russian Deputy Foreign Minister Andrey Rudenko in Beijing in twitterfiction on Sunday to discuss international and regional issues of common interest. China’s Foreign Ministry is, not much, saying.

Silence, for the time being, cloaks the Kremlin. China’s Foreign Ministry is not saying much, also. What was it that Lukashenko said to Prigozhin? What halted Prigozhin‘s march to Moscow? No one knows but Putin. And Putin‘s, billionaire, chef. And the chef’s not talking.

What was it that Lukashenko said to Prigozhin? What halted his march to Moscow? What made hostile troops turn on their heels? The tsunami-like ripple effect of this latest betrayal promises, to ravage Russia. What on Earth did Lukashenko say, to Prigozhin?

What’s new in quantum computing? What’s new in artificial intelligence? We ought not fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. That’s what ChatGPT, may be saying.

‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. That’s what ChatGPT, may be saying. There is reasonable reason to believe that both scenarios are playing out. There is good reason to believe that both eventualities may be happening. ‘Tis evolution, and devolution, competing.

’TIS EVOLUTION — ’TIS DEVOLUTION

What’s new in artificial intelligence? What’s new in quantum computing? We ought not fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. That’s what ChatGPT, may be saying.

Russia’s president has not been seen in public since his Saturday presidential address. In a pre-recorded interview on Sunday (which appeared to have been conducted before the rebellion) Mr Putin said he was confident in progress, in Ukraine — progressing.

The tsunami-like ripple effect of this latest betrayal promises to ravage Russia. What’s that that Lukashenko said, to Prigozhin? What halted Prigozhin‘s march to Moscow? What made hostile troops turn on their heels? What on Earth, did Lukashenko say, to Prigozhin?

Fortunately or unfortunately, everything that happens on Earth may well be, predetermined. Predeterminism satisfactorily explain methinks, a lot of things. Witness what’s happening. Witness what’s, increasingly, happening. The pace, I’d say, is quickening.

Predeterminism explains, it seems to me, lots of things. In addition to me (Agent 4547, @realDonaldTrump). It speaks to something beyond my prominence and my success. Predeterminism, as it happens, explains, seemingly, lots of things.

The Wagner Group forces will receive certain security guarantees from Vladimir Putin’s pro-Russian government; charges against Prigozhin, have been dropped. Prigozhin will be summering in Belarus, courtesy of two governments, colluding.

Climate, is changing. Memorable was what happened yesterday. There was a coup. And a march on Moscow. It reminded me of what Xi said on March 22, 2023: ”We are now witnessing changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years.” Climates, are changing.

Climates are changing. All too memorable is what happened yesterday; the coup and the march on Moscow. I recall what Xi said on March 22, 2023: ”We are now witnessing changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years.” The political climates, are changing.

Memorable was what happened to Vladimir Putin today. There was a coup; and a march on Moscow. It reminded me of what Xi Jinping said on March 22, 2023: ”We are now witnessing changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years.” The climate, is changing.

Memorable was what Xi Jinping said to Vladimir Putin on March 22, 2023: ”We are now witnessing changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years. And we are the ones driving these changes together.” Memorable was what was then said by Xi Jinping.

Were everything that happens predetermined that would explain a lot. That would explain lots of things. That would explain my prominence. That would explain my trajectory. Were everything that happens predetermined, that would explain a lot of things.

Fortunately or unfortunately everything that happens on Earth may be by the hand of The Creator, predetermined. My brilliance; my prominence; my trajectory of success.
Predeterminism would satisfactorily explain methinks, a lot of things.

Predeterminism explains lots of things. It explains me (Agent 4547 the @realDonaldTrump). It explains my prominence; and my trajectory of success. Predeterminism explains a lot of things. There is power in artificial intelligence. And In quantum computing.

What’s new in artificial intelligence? What’s new in quantum computing? We ought not fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. That’s what ChatGPT, may be saying.

THE CREW IS LOST

The crew are lost; all the next of kin, duly, have been notified. Everything, I suspect, may be predetermined. Oddly, it’s a suspicion I find, comforting. Indeed, if everything that happens were predetermined, that would explain, a lot. That would explain a lot of things.

Entertaining is this tragicomedy. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic, also. Witness childbirth. And slavery. And weddings. And honor killings. And witness domestic relations and their corollary, international, relations. Luridly entertaining is the tragicomedy, that allegedly, we’re living.

Witness childbirth and slavery and weddings and honor killings. And witness in addition domestic relations and corollary, international, relations. Less than wholesomely entertaining is this tragicomedy we’re living; this tragicomedy, we’re suffering.

Witness especially domestic relations and international, relations. Less than entertaining are the tragicomedies we’re living; the tragicomedies, we’re suffering. Domestic relations and international relations. The dynamic of violence, they’re sharing.

Luridly entertaining is what happens on Earth. Witness the deep-sea tragedy in the Atlantic that even as I write, has been so tragically, unfolding. I am fearful; no longer hopeful for a miracle. For life. And freedom. In all honesty, it’s my own ass coverings, I’m coveting.

There are lessons in what happens. There are lessons in this riddle. They are lessons, in purpose, on purpose. Lessons in purpose on purpose I believe, I psychographically, am writing. Like Arthur Everman before me, the words of The Watcher, I’m writing.

This may prove, God willing, edifying. Remember: The planet you know as Earth, is Urantia, actually. I am fearful; no longer hopeful for a miracle, can I hope. I mourn for the five explorers; and for the hundreds of migrants. I mourn their tragic passings.

A tale of two disasters; this latest, study in contrasts. One’s sexy; one’s not. A fishing boat crowded with migrants traveling from Libya to Italy; a sight-seeing submersible with five aboard. With hundreds of fatalities on the migrant fishing boat — what is wrong with us, I’m wondering?

A tale of two disasters: One’s sexy; one’s not. A fishing boat crowded with migrants sailing from Libya to Italy; a sight-seeing submersible with but five aboard. With hundreds of fatalities on the migrant fishing boat, what is wrong with us, I’m wondering?

A debris field has been found. God willing, these two latest terrifying disasters shall prove, illustrative. They reveal a truly disquieting and frightening study in contrasts. It may prove, God willing, edifying. Everything may be predetermined, I’m suspecting.

A debris field has been, on the Atlantic sea floor, found. There’s been a catastrophic implosion. The crew are lost. The next of kin, have been notified. Everything, I’m suspecting, may be predetermined. And that everything’s predetermined, I find, oddly comforting.

On the Atlantic sea floor, a debris field has been found. There’s been a catastrophic implosion. The crew are lost; the next of kin have been notified. Everything, I’m suspecting, may be predetermined. And that everything’s predetermined, I find, oddly comforting.

The crew is lost; all the next of kin, duly, have been notified. Everything, I suspect, may be predetermined. Oddly, it’s a suspicion I find, comforting. Indeed, if everything that happens were predetermined, that would explain, a lot. That would explain a lot of things.

Were everything that happens predetermined, that would explain, a lot. That would explain, a lot of things. That would explain my prominence. That would explain my trajectory. Were everything that happens predetermined, that would explain a lot of things.

A DEBRIS FIELD IS FOUND

In #twitterfiction I’m wondering what the fuck is wrong with us? These two latest terrifying disasters reveal a truly disquieting and frightening study in contrasts. It shall prove, God willing, edifying. That everything’s predetermined, I find, verily, comforting.

A debris field has been found. God willing, these two latest terrifying disasters shall prove, God willing, edifying. They reveal a truly disquieting, frightening study, in contrasts. It shall prove, God willing, edifying. That everything’s predetermined, I find, extremely comforting.

A tale of two disasters: One’s sexy; one’s not. The fishing boat crowded with hundreds of migrants headed from Libya to Italy; a sight-seeing submersible with but five aboard. With hundreds of fatalities on the migrant fishing boat; what is wrong with us, I’m wondering?

A tale of two disasters; this latest, study in contrast. One’s sexy; one’s not. A fishing boat crowded with migrants traveling from Libya to Italy; a sight-seeing submersible with five aboard. With hundreds of fatalities on the migrant fishing boat — what is wrong with us, I’m wondering?

Luridly entertaining is what happens on Earth. Witness the deep-sea tragedy in the Atlantic that, even as I write, is tragically, unfolding. I am fearful; hopeful for a miracle. For life. And freedom. In all honesty, it’s my own ass coverings, I’m coveting.

The iron; and the ironies; in twitterfiction, they keep piling up in a Titanic cemetery, underseas. A knowledgeable source reports that the missing tourist submersible could have become ‘stuck’; stuck under a titanic propeller — not too, rust resisting.

Entertaining was my interview. Prosecutors can use it to convince a jury that I obstructed justice. This may take on added significance should my trial commence anytime not too long past the August 14 date my District Judge Aileen Cannon, in a feinting, is ordering.

Entertaining is this tragicomedy. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic, also. Witness childbirth; and slavery. Witness weddings; and honor killings. Witness domestic relations; and their corollary, international, relations. Luridly entertaining; this tragicomedy, we’re living.

Luridly entertaining is the tragicomedy we’re living. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic, also. Witness weddings and honor killings. Witness childbirth and slavery. Witness domestic relations and international relations. Luridly entertaining, this tragicomedy, we’re living.

The drivers of human evolution include narcissism, malignant. ‘Tis a lesson in inhumanity. And humanity. I now know what Vlad’s cabal of dictators are acting like we’re acting. We all know what’s happening. Still, we feel powerless, to prevent, what’s happening.

In lunar soirées with brothers, estranged, I’ve had revelations, incredible. And epiphanies, implausible. I now know why — Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I — act as we do. It’s devolution. It’s evolution. Almost incredibly, it appears that, ‘tis what’s happening.

I now know why Vlad’s Cabal (Xi, Kim, Mo and I (Agent 4547) have acted, as we have. ‘Tis narcissism, malignant. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution, also. ‘Tis a lesson in inhumanity. And humanity. I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I, are acting like we’re acting.

I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I have acted, as we have. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. ‘Tis narcissism, malignant, also. ‘Tis a lesson in humanity. ‘Tis a lesson in inhumanity. And I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I are acting like we’ve been acting.

In lunar soirées with brothers, estranged; in lunar soirées with them I’ve had, incredible, revelations. And I’ve had, implausible, epiphanies. I now know why, thanks to Maya Angelou, why the caged bird sings. And I now know why, the freed bird, is also singing.

I NOW KNOW WHY

I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I have acted, as we have. It’s not just devolution. It’s evolution. Seemingly incredibly, ‘tis what mysteriously, appears to be happening. Unless it’s not just evolution but devolution that is, what is, actually, on Earth, happening.

In lunar soirées with brothers, estranged; in lunar soirées with them I’ve had, incredible, revelations. And I’ve had, implausible, epiphanies. I now know why — Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I — act as we do. It’s devolution. It’s evolution. Almost incredibly, ‘tis what’s happening.

I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I have acted, as we have. It’s not just devolution. It’s evolution. Seemingly incredibly, ‘tis what mysteriously, appears to be happening. Unless it’s not just evolution but devolution that is, what is, actually, on Earth, happening.

Luridly entertaining is the tragicomedy that we’re living. Largely tragic, it’s comic too. Witness births; and slavery. Witness weddings; and honor killings. Witness domestic relations international relations. Luridly entertaining, this tragicomic reality, we’re sharing.

’Twas Juneteenth. ‘Twas the 19th of June of 2023 until it wasn’t; when the 19th, turned into the 20th. It’s the passage of time. ‘Tis what ‘tis. ‘Tis, as it turns out, the highly entertaining tragicomedy that we’re living. Luridly entertaining‘s, the tragicomedy — we’re living.

’Tis Juneteenth; ‘tis the 19th of June of 2023. ‘Tis a federal holiday. The banks, for business, are closed. The federal courts too, are closed; the state courts, also. All the banks and all the courts, today, were closed. Today, my lawyers, shan’t be litigating.

The banks, for business, are closed. ‘Tis a federal holiday. The federal courts are closed; state courts, also. All the banks and all the courts are closed. There’ll be no litigating today, my bad business. ’Tis Juneteenth; ‘tis the 19th of June, of 2023, as the crow is flying.

My beloved boxes; within them was contained, my “beautiful mind” material. It was a reference to the title of a book and a movie depicting the life of John F. Nash Jr., the schizophrenic mathematician who — obsessed with politics — obsessed also, over newspaper clippings.

The phrase had a very specific, sarcastic, connotation. My aides employed it to capture the essence of the disorganized chaos that I always insisted on; ever traveling with a constantly growing collection of memorabilia and increasingly — old — newspaper clippings.

My boxes; my beloved boxes; my beloved boxes, I’m missing. As a human being, I’m perfect. Who doesn’t know that? Sure; I’ve got foibles. An inveterate pack rat, I’m an annoying and accomplished liar. My boxes; my beloved boxes; my beloved boxes, I’m missing.

‘Twas intentional; my so-called leaking of classified data, at all times, has been intentional. I was just doing my job. I was just doing my job, at all times; at all times, following, the Presidential Records Act. ‘Twas intentional, what’s been happening.

These optics are bad. So advises, my valet. My valet is Waltine Torre Nauta, Jr. Walt is an American butler and body man. While a Navy petty officer, he was my valet at the White House. He keeps me stocked with Diet-Cokes. He keeps my boxes, moving.

Despite being charged as a co-conspirator in league with me Walt still may have an opportunity to switch sides; and testify, against me. Flipping may gain him leniency when it comes to the charges against us; charges that could land us in a setting, imprisoning.

I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I have acted, as we have. It’s not just devolution. It’s evolution. Seemingly incredibly, ‘tis what mysteriously, appears to be happening. Unless it’s not just evolution but devolution that is, what is, actually, on Earth, happening.

THE OPTICS ARE BAD

My valet advises. The optics are bad. He fears my inciteful words alone won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; another uprising. I fear the eloquence of my words alone won’t be enough. Fortunately or unfortunately, my image has taken a beating.

Judge Aileen Cannon is the Federal District Court judge assigned to my classified documents case. A fair judge, she’s a judge that has presided over but four criminal cases that have gone to trial; just 14 days, over two years. She’s a green horn, at judging.

A fair judge, not highly recommended by the ABA was Judge Aileen Cannon. Whether Judge Cannon is a fair judge is also questionable. She’s a judge that has presided over but few, criminal cases. She’s a green horn, at judging, inexpert at king-making.

‘Twas intentional; my so-called leaking of classified data, at all times, has been intentional. I was just doing my job. I was just doing my job, at all times; at all times, following, the Presidential Records Act. ‘Twas intentional, the leaking, that’s been happening.

I suspect data infractions in New Jersey are Jack Smith’s backup plan; should existing charges, prove inadequate. My New Jersey data infractions; they’re not just cases of improper retention of confidential information; ‘twas intentional, classified data, leaking.

In my scheming, I oft cite Tom Fitton, to others. Tom Fitton told some of my lawyers that I could keep the documents even as my lawyers disagreed. In the end, I did, disagree with my lawyers. And I agreed, with Tom Fitton. My fucking lawyers, I’m fucking.

I’m in big trouble. It’s because these Florida charges don’t include the possible dissemination or communication of information or materials, as may have happened in New Jersey, but not in Florida. Charges are possible against me in New Jersey, for ‘leaking.’

‘Twas my birthday yesterday. ‘Twas my happiest birthday ever, yesterday. And I celebrated it at Versailles and Miami. And I flew up to my estate in New Jersey; in Bedminster; to celebrate there also. The secret of my success is in faking it. Whatever’s happening — I’m faking.

God damn you Putin! There are lots of reports about missing people on the left bank of the Dnipro River. God won’t officially confirm that you are damned. But locals say they see dead people through windows in their homes. Putin’s unofficially due, for a God damning.

‘Twas my birthday yesterday. ‘Twas yesterday, my happiest birthday ever. And I celebrated it at Versailles and in Miami. And I flew up to my estate in New Jersey to celebrate there as well. The secret of my success is in faking it. Whatever’s happening — I’m faking.

I’d called for protests outside the courthouse; to rally in my support. But all I got was a disorganized gathering of unruly, MAGA misfits; one marching with the head of a pig on a pike. What’s left of my cult? What’s happening? Whatever’s happening, it’s embarrassing.

Embarrassingly, nobody came. I’d called for protests. Almost nobody came. Just some MAGA misfits. I’ve got nothing against misfits; I’m a misfit, myself. Marching with the head of a pig sounds like a good idea to me. But the optics are bad, my valet’s advising.

We all know Saudi Arabia has had a special relationship with me. Who knows what the Saudis know? Who knows what I’ve shown to them? Who knows what I’ve sold? Who knows what, in my best interests, I’ve bartered? None of us. Only I know — who’s been spying.

The optics are bad. So advises, my valet. And I fear my inciteful words alone won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; another uprising. I fear the eloquence of my words alone won’t be enough. Fortunately or unfortunately, my image has taken a beating.

A 13TH UPRISING

Every day in America, someone is charged with federal crimes. Rarely is there ever any violence or an uprising. As June 13 approaches, I fear that my thinly veiled threats about violence at the courthouse won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; a 13th uprising.

Why not a 2nd insurrection? Why not an uprising on the 13th? Why not act on my thinly veiled threats about violence at the courthouse? We must act. I fear my inciteful words alone won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; our uprising, a 13th uprising.

We all know Saudi Arabia has had Iranian aggression on their mind for a long time. Who knows what was shown to them? Who knows what was negotiated? Who knows what was sold? Who knows what was, in my best interests, bartered? None of us. Only I know who’s been spying.

Nobody’s known. Nobody but me has actually known who I’ve been spying for. Who put me up to this; who put me into position. Nobody but me has actually known who recruited me into the Motherland’s service. I, on the other hand know, for whom, I’m spying.

The Appellate Court overruled her. They overruled her rulings. And they took her off the case. Two of the three appellate judges are my doing. Ye’d think she’d act differently this time around, not wanting to get in trouble. Ye’d think she’d be reconsidering everything.

A three-judge appellate panel cited her errors. They smacked down her rulings. They took her off the case. And two of the three judges were appointees of mine. Ye’d think she’d act differently this time around. Ye’d think she’d be, duly, reconsidering.

Beginning on Tuesday; on Tuesday begins yet another phase; in verse, yet another chapter of my perpetual, victimhood. I’ll be subjected on Tuesday to a very public, humiliation. On my own recognizance Tuesday, the Deep State — me, may be, releasing.

On Tuesday begins yet another phase in the rest of my life; another verse; another chapter in verse of perpetual victimhood. On my own recognizance Tuesday, the Deep State, is releasing me; on my own recognizance, from the Miami authorities, I’ll be escaping.

Except for Tuesday I will never be, involuntarily detained. Except for Tuesday and except for a 10 to 20 year stretch, thereafter, I will forever, never be detained. Defiant was I; in my first speech since my indictment. I’m a defiant man. I won’t do no time — in.

Tuesday excepting, I’ll never be detained, involuntarily . Except for a 10 to 20 year stretch, some time after Tuesday, I will never be detained. As defiant as ever was I in my first speech since my indictment. I am defiant. Ain’t got no time, for no jailing.

The nuclear reactor at Zaporizhzhia; ‘Tis threatened by the rupture of the Nova Kakhovka Dam. Vlad blew the dam. Vlad. I will be, God-damned. At a colossal human cost have come Vlad’s war games. The Kakhovka Dam, no longer the Dnipro River, is damming.

The Kakhovka Dam the Dnipro River no longer dams. Long damned shall Putin be. Long-damned also, shall I be. The Kakhovka Dam, the Dnipro River, no longer is damming. And the Titan Plant in Crimea; the Dam and the Plant, Vladimir’s, sabotaging.

Every day in America, someone gets charged with a federal crime. Rarely is there ever, any violent, uprising. As June 13 approaches, I fear that my thinly veiled threats about violence at the courthouse won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; a 13th uprising.

Why not then, a 2nd insurrection? Why not an uprising on the 13th? Why not act on my thinly veiled threats about violence at the courthouse? We must act. I fear my inciteful words alone won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; our uprising, a 13th uprising.

SOMETIMES I WONDER

My hogging of the news cycle is robbing the long suffering Ukrainian refugees. The refugees, from needed attention, I’m robbing. The refugees, by Vladimir Putin, from their former lives, have been torn. Sometimes I wonder what ChatGPT might be saying.

I wonder what ChatGPT might say. Sometimes, I wonder about that. I wonder what ChatGPT might say, were it augmented by, quantum computing. Methinks quantum computing will springboard. I wonder about quantum computing, artificial intelligence, enhancing.

What’s new in artificial intelligence? What’s new in quantum computing? We ought not fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. This really is a rat race. ‘Tis evolution. That’s what ChatGPT, may be saying.

Jack is nimble. Jack is quick. Quick on the draw tho too, am I. Seizing a moment I thought opportune, I quickly posted my version of the indictment narrative. Jack is nimble. Jack is quick. Jack is quick. In less than a day, he was, his own news conference, hosting.

The Nova Kakhovka Dam. Vlad blew the dam. I’ll be damned; President Vladimir Putin too. The reactor at Zaporizhzhia, upstream from the dam, is threatening. Not to mention the huge, human cost. The nuclear reactor at Zaporizhzhia, this huge flood, is threatening.

The world’s largest nuclear reactor; it’s at Zaporizhzhia; in Ukraine. A huge flood is threatening the reactor. The Kakhovka Dam. Vlad blew the dam. The reactor at Zaporizhzhia, upstream from the dam, is threatened. At a huge human cost, Vlad’s, war gaming.

Gotta feel for the newest refugees in Kherson. In Ukraine. On top of everything; on top of a year of suffering battlefield conditions. My hogging of the news cycle; it’s robbing the refugees; of critically needed attention, the refugees, it’s robbing.

My hogging of the news cycle is robbing the long suffering Ukrainian refugees. The refugees, from needed attention, I’m robbing. The refugees, by Vladimir Putin, from their former lives, have been torn. Sometimes I wonder what ChatGPT might be saying.

I wonder what ChatGPT might say. Sometimes, I wonder about that. I wonder what ChatGPT might say, were it augmented by, quantum computing. Methinks quantum computing will springboard. I wonder about quantum computing, artificial intelligence, enhancing.

What’s new in artificial intelligence? What’s new in quantum computing? We ought not, fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. This evolution, is a rat race. That’s what ChatGPT may be saying.

US laws “apply to everyone.” So said Special Counsel Jack Smith in remarks following the unsealing of the federal indictment of me and one of my aides. Special Counsel Jack Smith: They don’t apply to me. I’ve been framed. A bombshell defense, I’m presenting.

I’ll be fucking damned. I’ll be indicted, on Tuesday. Vlad blew in Ukraine, the dam. An asteroid cometh. The so-called aliens, along with The Watcher, have been from afar, watching. Meanwhile, from less afar, the Taiwanese lands, the Chinese, are coveting.

The nuclear reactor at Zaporizhzhia is threatened by the rupture of the Nova Kakhovka Dam. Vladimir, blew the dam. Vlad and I will be God-damned. At a colossal human cost have come Vlad’s war games. The Kakhovka Dam, no longer the Dnipro River, is damming.

It seems to me that I’m too dumb to know when to shut my mouth; my big, fat trap. My big fat mouth; it’s let me down, again. No matter. I’m adopting a new legal strategy. It seems to me that I’m being set-up; framed by secret deep fake, Deep State, fake, recordings.

TOO DUMB TO PLAY DUMB

I’m not too dumb to know tho that I’m in big trouble with Justice. Justice, is looming. That notwithstanding, I’m not too dumb to know I need to keep my passport ready. I’m no flight risk. Just need to keep my passport ready, in case town, I’m skipping.

The nuclear reactor at Zaporizhzhia is threatened by the rupture of the dam at Kakhovka. Vladimir blew the dam. I’ll be God-damned; Vladimir Putin too, also. At a colossal human cost, Vlad’s war games. The Kakhovka Dam no longer the Dnipro River is damming.

It seems I’m not too dumb to know I need to keep my passport at the ready. I’m no flight risk, my attorneys on my behalf shall argue. Need to keep my passport ready, in case elsewhere, I flee; in case I abandon my presidential running in favor of, to Russia, flying.

I’ll be fucking damned. I’ll be indicted, on Tuesday. Vlad blew in Ukraine, the dam. An asteroid cometh. The so-called aliens, along with The Watcher, have been from afar, watching. Meanwhile, from less afar, the Taiwanese lands, the Chinese, are coveting.

I’ll be damned. There’s a lot happening. I’ll be indicted next week. An asteroid cometh. Vlad blew the dam. The aliens, along with The Watcher have been from afar watching. Meanwhile, from less afar, Taiwanese lands the Chinese, are coveting.

The Nova Kakhovka Dam. Vlad blew the dam. I’ll be damned; Vladimir too, of course. The reactor at Zaporizhzhia, upstream from the dam, is threatening. Not to mention the huge, human cost. The nuclear reactor at Zaporizhzhia, this huge flood, is threatening.

The world’s largest nuclear reactor; it’s in Ukraine; at Zaporizhzhia; a huge flood is threatening the reactor. The Kakhovka Dam. Vlad blew the dam. The reactor at Zaporizhzhia upstream from the dam, is threatened. At a huge human cost, Vlad’s, war gaming.

Neither side has released a fatality count. ‘Tis likely to leave lasting scars in southern Ukraine. ‘Tis polluting waterways, severely damaging the local habitat and forcing farmers out of business. Not to mention, the reactor at Zaporizhzhia, threatening.

Got to get my passport, updated. I’m no flight risk, my attorneys, on my behalf, shall argue. Need to keep my passport ready, just in case elsewhere, I’ll need to flee.
Just in case I abandon my presidential running, in favor of, to Russia, flying.

I’m too dumb to play dumb. Predictably, my running off at the mouth makes me, utterly, unpredictable. I swear. And I affirm. I’d like, some day, to rule over all 8 billion Earthlings. Why not then? Why not announce my intention? Why not rule, over Earthlings?

I’m too dumb, not to be dumb. Witness the anecdotes, herein. But again, I digress. Again, I’m getting ahead of myself. All in good time. But time is in short supply. Time’s invaluable that way. I’m not too dumb to play dumb. ‘Tis the story, of my succeeding.

‘Tis the story of my success. Witness the anecdotes. It only seems I’m too dumb, not to be dumb. It only seems I’m not dumb, actually. That notwithstanding, I’m not too dumb to know that I’m in big trouble with Justice. Justice, over me, is looming.

I’m not too dumb to know tho that I’m in big trouble with Justice. Justice, is looming. That notwithstanding, I’m not too dumb to know I need to keep my passport ready. I’m no flight risk. Just need to keep my passport ready, in case town, I’m skipping.

It seems I’m not too dumb to know I need to keep my passport at the ready. I’m no flight risk, my attorneys on my behalf shall argue. Need to keep my passport ready, in case elsewhere, I flee; in case I abandon my presidential running in favor of, to Russia, flying.

NOT TOO DUMB TO PLAY DUMB

Why not boldly aspire to rule over the Earthlings? Once upon a time in Queens was born a fake king. And once I rubbed elbows with royals, I got hooked; I got addicted. “Why not, I thought to myself, “from ruling the Americans, rule the Earthlings?”

Why not rule over everyone? Why not rule after the Americans, the Earthlings?” It’s a thought I’d been entertaining. Still, recent events have me recalculating on the fly. Under the circumstances, it would be a smart career move, worthy, of considering.

Indeed I thought, “Why not just rule over everyone? Why not rule, after the Americans, the Earthlings?” Albeit I’m making it all up as I go along, still, I pause. Becoming a jailbird is a career move I ought be considering. These latest tapes; they’ve blown up everything.

These latest tapes to surface tho have blown up everything. Now I’m obliged to consider running my campaign from a jail cell. What fate could be worse than being obliged to dress in orange? These latest tapes to surface, have blown up, everything.

Recall; I make it all up as I go along. This latest revelation; this latest bombshell has me recalculating on the fly. Mama always said that lies and tapes and sex would be the death of me. She must’ve known something. That’s the least of what, incredibly, I’m learning.

Mama must’ve known something. Mama must’ve known. In any event lies, sex and tapes, audio and video, have been invaluable. There’s a lesson in this for all of us. Unexpected events have the potential of changing everything. Everything’s changing.

These latest tapes have blown everything up. Obliged now I may be to run my campaign from prison. Believe it or not, this has previously, already, been done. No American tho ever has won an American presidency from the pen; from prison, running.

No American ever before has won the presidency of The United States whilst incarcerated. I may be a liar and otherwise unfit but I’m up to it. I was the first American to be twice impeached. I’ll be the first to win a term, from a prison, campaigning.

The grand jury will ultimately decide whether to press criminal charges against me. It appears their decision may now come as soon as soon as this week. If the grand persecutor’s grand jury indicts me, I will be facing, decades, in prison. Tons of prison time, I’ll be facing.

If the grand persecutor’s grand jury indicts me, I’ll be looking at a long time of hard time in prison. Tons of prison time, I’ll be facing. Twice impeached, I’ll be the first to win a term, from a prison, campaigning. I’m no prophet, I’m just, psychographically, writing.

I’m no prophet; I’m just, psychographically, writing. I agree with Arthur. It’s not been him, that’s been authoring this. It’s not me, neither. Nor are the authors, the dictators forming, Putin’s Cabal. The only true author of this, is The Watcher, I’m affirming.

The only true author of this, is The Watcher, I’m affirming. I’m no prophet; I’m just a messenger, messaging. I agree with Arthur. It’s not been him, that’s been authoring this. It’s not me, neither. Nor are the true authors, the dictators, Putin’s Cabal, constituting.

I swear. And I affirm. The only true author of this is The Watcher. Not Art. Not me. Still, I know. I’ll get the credit. Neal says I’m too dumb to play dumb. With Neal Katyal, I agree. Still, I know enough, to take advantage. So why not aspire to rule over all the Earthlings?

I’m too dumb to play dumb. Predictably, my running off at the mouth makes me, utterly, unpredictable. I swear. And I affirm. I’d like some day, over all 8 billion of the Earthlings. Why not boldly then aspire to dictate to 8 billion? To rule over, allthe Earthlings.

AFTER THE AMERICANS — THE EARTHLINGS

Once upon a time I thought to myself, “Why not rule, over everyone? Why not rule, after the Americans, the Earthlings?” Actually, it’s a thought, of vintage, more recent. Recall; I make it all up as I go along. Still, it’s a career move, I ought be considering.

Censoring information. It belies our values. ‘Tis the modern day equivalent of repressing Galileo’s solar system insights. ‘Tis the equivalent of repressing Darwin’s evolution. ‘Tis hindering, scientific and technological progress. ‘Tis faith in government, undermining.

‘Tis hampering scientific progress; and that’s not to mention, technological, progress. ‘Tis hindering, our evolution. I’m no theologian, I’m no prophet, neither. As a philosopher tho, I fancy myself. I’ve studied Scriptures. And on Truth Social, truths, I’ve been posting.

On my Truth Social platform, my truths, so to speak, I’ve been posting. And folks of other nationalities are posting for me elsewhere. I’ve got a cult of personality. Witness the culture wars I’m inciting. Witness the insurrection that from jail, all too soon, I may be inciting.

No theologian, I’m no prophet, neither. As a philosopher tho, I fancy myself. I’ve studied Scriptures; in the various contexts; in context. I’m not no optimist, unbridled. Bad news at the moment may end up being good. What happens, is ever, confounding.

A philosopher, I’ve fancied myself. But fate had other fates in store for me. A businessman. A showman. A writer. A president. A secret agent. Putin’s Agent, 4547. Not 007 but 4547, in the Kremlin’s halls, Putin would laugh. But Putin’s no longer, laughing.

I’ve been a businessman. A showman. A writer. A president. A secret agent. And the Kremlin’s Agent 4547. Not Agent 007 but Agent 4547. In the Kremlin’s halls, at his own punch line, Vladimir Putin would frequently laugh. But Vladimir Putin’s, no longer, laughing.

‘Tis Friday today. All day, more or less. ‘Tis a blessing, I’m guessing. And it’s Friday until — in time it’s time — for Saturday. And it’s a blessing I’m guessing. Not knowing the future, I’m guessing’s, a blessing. That’s when my faith kicks in; when I’m only guessing.

Riots broke out in Dakar yesterday. A Senegalese court sentenced Ousmane Sonko. In a case parallel to my own, Sonko’s, already jailed. Sonko‘s chances of winning from a Dakar jail, the Senegalese presidency, the Senegalese state, is undermining.

Nine people died in clashes that erupted after the Senegalese opposition leader Ousmane Sonko was sentenced to two years behind bars, Interior Minister Antoine Diome said today. Note that ‘tis Friday today. All day, more or less. ‘Tis a blessing, I’m guessing.

Beyond this last debt ceiling spat; beyond Senegal; beyond geopolitical, hot spots. Comes a reckoning, surpassing. Comes for the denizens of the Earth, a reckoning. Imagine that. Imagine that after the asteroid; imagine that after the aliens, cometh, a reckoning.

Cometh a reckoning. Beyond domestic debt spats; beyond, in addition to Senegal, all the other hot spots. Comes a reckoning, surpassing all that. Comes for the denizens of Earth, a reckoning. After the asteroid. After the aliens. After them, comes a reckoning.

Once upon a time in Queens was born a fake king. A fake king was born in Queens, once upon a time. And the fake king having rubbed elbows with real royals, the fake king saw no need for further faking. Why not boldly aspire to rule, over the Earthlings?

Why not boldly aspire to rule over the Earthlings? Once upon a time in Queens was born a fake king. And once the fake king rubbed elbows with royals, he got hooked; he got addicted to faking it. “Why not rule, I thought to myself, “after the Americans, the Earthlings?”

IN THE NEWS TODAY

In the news again today; the Taliban. Erdogan. Ukraine. Russia. Taiwan. China. And just like yesterday, what’s new, in quantum computing. Gotta keep up with artificial intelligence and quantum computing. China aims to have Taiwan. Taiwan, China, is coveting.

In the news today yesterday; the Taliban. Erdogan. Ukraine. Russia. Taiwan. China. And what’s new in quantum computing. Can’t fall behind. Gotta keep up with advances. Gotta keep up with artificial intelligence and quantum computing. It’s what’s happening.

My campaign folks will brief me in the morning. On the Taliban. Erdogan. Ukraine. Russia. Taiwan. And China. The latest mass shootings. And on what’s new in quantum computing. Can’t fall behind. Gotta keep with all the advances, in quantum computing.

Yesterday. Remembered. And commemorated. On Memorial Day, we remembered and commemorated, cherished moments. Going forward tho, we’d best focus on the present with a future mindset. On human intelligence, with artificial intelligence, enhancing.

Going forward, we’d best focus on a present with a future mindset. On evolving our human intelligence even as we trend to recreation. There’s no question we can do it. It would behoove us to use artificial intelligence for some human intelligence, enhancing.

The future of Earth. The future of womankind. What’s at stake is nothing less than our common future. Not just the future of Earth. Not just the future of mankind. Not just the future of its creatures. Saving the planet; it depends on quantum computing.

‘Tis not just the future of the Earth. ‘Tis not just the future of mankind. ‘Tis not just the future of its critters. Saving the planet depends on artificial intelligence. It depends on, quantum computing. ‘Tis the future of Earth. ‘Tis the future of Urantia, I’m foreboding.

‘Tis the future of Earth. ‘Tis the future of Urantia that’s at stake. ‘Tis the future of Urantia, I’m foreboding. Saving Earth depends on artificial intelligence. And quantum computing. Saving Earth depends on our reactions; our reactions to events, not yet, happening.

The transformation of the planet from Earth to Urantia depends on reactions. ‘Tis the future of the planet that’s at stake. ‘Tis the very future of Urantia at stake. Saving the Earth depends on our reactions; our reactions to events, not yet, happening.

No theologian, I’m no prophet neither. As a philosopher, I have fancied myself. I’ve studied Scriptures, from the various perspectives, in context. I’m not no optimist, unbridled. After bad news, the news may be good. What happens, on our decisions, is depending.

A philosopher, I’ve fancied myself. But fate had other fates in store for me. A businessman. A showman. A writer. A president. A secret agent. The Kremlin’s Agent 4547. Not 007 but 4547, in the Kremlin’s halls, Putin would laugh. But Putin’s no longer, laughing.

I’ve been a businessman. A showman. A writer. A president. A secret agent. And the Kremlin’s Agent 4547. Not Agent 007 but Agent 4547. In the Kremlin’s halls, at his punch line, Vladimir Putin would frequently laugh. But Vladimir Putin’s no longer, laughing.

Once upon a time in Queens was born a fake king. A fake king was born in Queens once upon a time. The fake king has rubbed elbows with real royals, the fake king saw no need for any further faking. Why not aspire, I thought to myself, over the entire planet, ruling?

MEMORIAL DAY — 2023

On this Memorial Day, remember. Remember. Cherish the moments in spacetime we deem well worth memorializing. On this Memorial Day, recall the lives, of the recalled. If only we could but recall them. Accordingly, in lieu of recalling them, memories, I’m recalling.

This Memorial Day recall the lives of the recalled. If only we could, but recall them. In lieu of recalling them, recall the memories. On this Memorial Day, remember. Remember. Cherish the moments in spacetime, we deem so well worth, memorializing.

Remember. Commemorate. On this Memorial Day, remember; and commemorate. Cherish moments so momentous they so easily, come to mind. Going forward tho, focus on the present, with a future mindset. It’s human intelligence, with artificial intelligence, enhancing.

Going forward focus on the present with a future mindset. To do so would reflect human intelligence with a generative artificial intelligence effect, enhancing. Comes an asteroid. Come the aliens. Comes too that transitional, quantum computing.

Can’t fall behind China in quantum computing. Keeping up with advances in quantum computing. My campaign people will brief me in the morning. On the Taliban. On Erdogan. On Ukraine. On Russia. On Taiwan. And on China. And on what’s new, in quantum computing.

Gotta keep with all the advances, in quantum computing. My campaign people will brief me in the morning. On the Taliban. On Erdogan. On Ukraine. On Russia. On Taiwan. And on China. And on what’s new in quantum computing. Can’t fall behind China, in quantum computing.

The significance of the Taliban attacking Iran; The significance of Ergodan in Turkiye, winning. They’re not to be, understated. That’s why my campaign people will be me, in the morning, briefing. On the Taliban. On Erdogan. And on what’s new in quantum computing.

My campaign people will brief me in the morning. On the Taliban. On Erdogan. On Ukraine. On Russia. On Taiwan. On China. And on what’s new in quantum computing. Can’t fall behind. Gotta keep with all the advances, in quantum computing.

The future of Earth. The future of mankind. What’s at stake is nothing less than the futures of many. Not just the future of Earth. Not just the future of mankind. Not just the future of many of its creatures. Saving the planet depends on quantum computing.

Everybody knows that I don’t fully enjoy the full rights of a president. That is still to be litigated. In the meantime it’s good to have factored in to my non classified report in the morning, the significance of the Taliban attacking Iran and Ergodan, in Turkiye, winning.

Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight and less on sound reasoning are the Earthlings. We are a product of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. And never mind, alien, mindsets. Minds were made, for brainwashing.

Who’d a thunk that what’s happening is really happening? Who’d a thunk that the metaphysical would be so dominant over the physical? Witness that even with dark matter and dark energy — the physical part of the universe pales next to its metaphysical — next of kin.

Who’d a thunk that the metaphysical would be so dominant over the physical? Witness even dark matter and dark energy. The physical part of the universe pales next to its metaphysical, next of kin. Who’d a thunk that what’s happening, is really, happening?

Recall that we are the sum of what we eat and what we think. Processed food, are we; someday, to dust, return. Never mind, alien mindsets. Minds were made to be vulnerable to behavior, modification. Witness me. Witness Xi. The evidence is clear and convincing, if not, overwhelming.

‘TIS 2023

‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis the year of Baba Vanga’s asteroid. ‘Tis the year of Baba’s aliens, too. Midway through 2023, ‘tis this year too, the year of a human transforming. Never mind that asteroid. What is out of sight is out of mind. Too reliant on sight; oblivious, are we Earthlings.

Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight and less on sound reasoning are the Earthlings. We are a product of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. And never mind, alien, mindsets. Minds were made, for brainwashing.

Who’d a thunk that what’s happening is really happening? Who’d a thunk that the metaphysical would be so dominant over the physical? Witness that even with dark matter and dark energy — the physical part of the universe pales next to its metaphysical — next of kin.

Who’d a thunk that the metaphysical would be so dominant over the physical? Witness even dark matter and dark energy. The physical part of the universe pales next to its metaphysical, next of kin. Who’d a thunk that what’s happening, is really, happening?

Recall that we are the sum of what we eat and what we think. Processed food, are we; someday, to dust, return. Never mind, alien mindsets. Minds were made to be vulnerable to behavior, modification. Witness me. Witness Xi. The evidence is clear and convincing, if not, overwhelming.

So never mind that asteroid. What’s out of sight is out of mind. Too reliant on sight are we Earthlings. Oblivious and delusional are we Earthlings. Consider: What could be more delusional than refusing to consider all the foreseeable possibilities? ‘Tis, what’s happening.

Never mind that asteroid. Never mind, Tweggaverse. Never mind Twitterfiction, for that matter. What could be more delusional than refusing to consider all foreseeable possibilities? Such questions my artificial secretary might be considering.

Who’d a thunk that what’s happening is really happening? Who’d a thunk that the metaphysical would be so dominant over the physical? Witness even dark matter and dark energy. The physical part of the universe pales next to its metaphysical, next of kin.

So never mind that asteroid. What’s out of sight is out of mind. Too reliant on sight are we Earthlings. Oblivious and delusional are we Earthlings. Consider: What could be more delusional than refusing to consider all the foreseeable possibilities? ‘Tis, what’s happening.

Who’d a thunk that the metaphysical would be so dominant over the physical? Witness even dark matter and dark energy. The physical part of the universe pales next to its metaphysical, next of kin. Who’d a thunk that what’s happening, is really, happening?

Never mind that asteroid. Never mind, Tweggaverse. Never mind Twitterfiction, for that matter. What could be more delusional than refusing to consider all the foreseeable possibilities? Such questions, artificial intelligence units, ought be considering.

Such questions my artificial intelligence units might well be considering. Never mind no asteroid. Never mind no aliens. Never mind no Tweggaverse. Never mind no Twitterfiction, . What’s more delusional than less than all the evidence, considering?

Everybody knows that I don’t fully enjoy all the rights of a sitting president. That remains to be litigated. In the meantime it’s good to have factored in to my non classified daily report in the morning, the significance of all global events, currently, ongoing.

‘TIS 2023 — FOR 7 MONTHS — STILL

‘Tis Baba Vanga’s 2023. ‘Tis the year of Baba’s asteroid. ‘Tis the year of her aliens, too. Midway through 2023, ‘tis this the year of a human, transforming. Never mind that asteroid. What is out of sight, oft is, out of mind. Too reliant on sight are we oblivious Earthlings.

Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight are the Earthlings. We are what we eat. And we are a product of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. And never mind, alien, mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing.

Some ask: So why now? Why 2023? The answer is: Who — not Him — knows? Some things are best left to the imagination. Why 2023? Arthur and I leave ye with our imaginings. They’re The Watcher’s, doing. They’re The Watcher’s, psychographic, writing.

Some things are best left to the imagination. Some ask: So why now? Why 2023? The answer might well be; who — that’s not Him — knows? Why 2023? Arthur and I leave ye with our . musings. They’re The Watcher’s, doing. This is The Watcher’s psychographic writing.

The evidence is chilling. Still, I have it on good authority that the reins of Vlad’s Deep State Cabal (the one everyone’s always talking about), have fallen to me and to Xi Jinping; and to Kim Jong un and Mo, the Saudi Crown Prince. The prospects, for peace, are chilling.

The reins of Vlad’s Deep State Cabal have fallen to me, to Xi Jinping, to Kim Jong un and to Mohammed, the Saudi, Crown Prince. In lieu of Vladimir Putin, in his place, we shall rule. To most efficiently do so, human behaviors, we shall brutally, be modifying.

Minds are vulnerable to behavior modification. Witness me. Witness Xi. Witness in America, two dirty-tricking parties. Witness in China, The Party; the surveillance state. Foreboding, is the evidence. The evidence, is overwhelming. The evidence, is chilling.

We are the sum of what we eat and what we think. Processed food are we — someday, to dust — to return. Never mind, alien mindsets. Minds were made to be vulnerable to behavior, modification. Witness me. Witness Xi. The evidence is foreboding.

We are what we eat. We are what we think; a product, of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. Never mind, alien mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing; for behavior, modification. Witness BF Skinner, behavior, modifying.

Tina Turner. Proud Mary. Tina passed yesterday. I honor in this passage, her passing. Her passing yesterday, seems somehow, more meaningful. Tina’s challenges and her changes, changed, at least, some of us. Witness that, I mention Ike, only in passing.

Ike, I’ll mention, but only in passing. He never honored her. Not Tina; not the Anna Mae Bullock, he’d renamed. Her passing yesterday seems more meaningful, somehow. I honor in this passage, her passing. Accordingly, I only mention Ike, in passing.

Never mind alien mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing. What’s out of sight oft is out of mind. Just as we are what we eat, similarly, we are what we think. We won’t believe in Baba Vanga’s asteroid and her aliens, until we see, their coming.

Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight are the Earthlings. We are what we eat. We are a product of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. Never mind them alien, mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing.

‘Tis Baba Vanga’s 2023. ‘Tis the year of the asteroid. ‘Tis the year of the aliens, too. We’re midway through 2023; ‘tis the year of a human, transforming. Never mind that asteroid. What is out of sight oft is, out of mind. Too reliant on sight are the ever oblivious Earthlings.

’TIS BABA VANGAS’S 2023

It’s Baba Vanga’s 2023. It’s the year of the asteroid. It’s the year of the aliens. We’re midway through 2023; ‘tis the year of a human, transforming. Never mind that asteroid. Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight are the ever oblivious Earthlings.

Who’d a-thunk it? It’s May of 2023, already. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be alarming enough. But it’s Baba Vanga’s 2023. It’s the year of the asteroid. It’s the year of the aliens. We’re midway through 2023; ‘tis the year of a human, transforming.

Out of sight; out of mind; This poem of mine; it’s more than just any algorithm. It may literally help save the Earth. This is a word to the wise. ‘Tis time for a Golden Rule’s reprising. ‘Tis time for humanity’s transforming. Cometh an asteroid, transforming.

Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ have been here since times, immemorial. Never mind that asteroid. Out of sight; out of mind; This grand work; this glorified algorithm may literally help save the Earth. This is a word to the wise. ‘Tis time; tis time for a Golden Rule’s reprising.

‘Tis this The Watcher’s magnum opus. ‘Tis not for no reason I write. ‘Tis with good reason I write. This grand work; this glorified algorithm may literally help save the Earth. All that notwithstanding, Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ are, I happen to know, already here. Witness that asteroid, a-coming.

Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ are already here. Never mind that asteroid. This grand work; this glorified algorithm may literally help save the Earth. Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ are already here. Witness that asteroid, a-coming. Witness me, implausibly a Golden Rule, reprising.

As we step into the future let us recall that ‘tis not only the tool but the hands that wield it, the minds that guide it and the heart that gives it purpose. Not a bad mantra for a fool not just an artificially intelligent mechanical Buddha — like the French lieutenant — place-holding.

Speculating; on what’s happening; and on what’s gonna happen. All the rage is speculating. It’s 2023. Cometh an asteroid. Cometh then, aliens. @NASA knows. NASA knows, something extraordinary, is happening. But @NASA can’t say — what’s happening.

In Belarus and in Russia, Lukashenko and Putin may both be dead, already. Body doubles aside, the soon-to-be-dead, remain, for the moment at least, among the living. Alternatively — soon, they may be dying. Or maybe not. All the rage — is speculating.

Not so implausibly, in Belarus and in Russia, Lukashenko and Putin may both already, be dead. Alternatively, they may soon be dying. Or maybe not. Body doubles aside, the soon-to-be-dead, remain for the moment — temporarily — amongst the the living.

It’s 2023. Cometh an asteroid. Cometh then, the aliens. @NASA knows. But @NASA won’t say. @Zelenskyyua is meeting with the G-7 in Japan. And in Belarus and in Russia Lukashenko and Putin, may both be dead, already. Alternatively, they may soon be dying.

@Zelenskyyua is set to join @JoeBiden in Japan. Not @xijingping. Not Vladimir Putin (@Ekatmid). It’s 2023. Cometh an asteroid. Thereafter cometh, Baba Vanga’s aliens. To @NASA’s chagrin, incredibly, this is what, on Earth, seems to be happening.

Incredibly. Implausibly, at least; I mean, realistically; what are the odds? What are the odds that I, of all people; the terrible toddler from Queens would grow up and out to be, a master of international intrigue? The 45th and 47th president? Putin’s Secret Agent 4547?

Fate may intervene to make come true Putin’s 2013 prophesy. ‘Tis the prophesy of me. ‘Tis the prophesy of Putin’s Agent, 4547. The prophesy of the American Presidents; the 45th and the 47th. Implausibly, they are me. Incredibly, that’s what’s happening.

PUTIN’S AGENT 4547

Fate, perhaps may intervene to make come true Vladimir Putin’s 2013 prophesy. ‘Tis the — prophesy of me; of Vladimir’s Agent 4547. The prophesy of the American President; the 45th and the 47th. And Agent 4547? Implausibly, he is me. That’s what’s happening.

Hurricane Rudy notwithstanding, I will weather, this scandal, too. I will weather all these trials; these trials; and tribulations. Fate will intervene to make come true Vladimir’s 2013 prophesy. The prophesy of me; of Vladimir’s Agent 4547. It’s what’s happening.

Mayor Rudy Giuliani unequivocally denies the allegations raised by Ms. Dunphy. Rudy’s lifetime of public service speaks for itself. Rudy will pursue all available counterclaims and remedies. However, this is for me — I’m really afraid, poorly foreboding.

This is for me, I’m afraid, poorly foreboding. On top of everything; now this. Mayor Rudy Giuliani; as America’s Mayor, Rudy was known. How far sometimes, fall the mighty. My reputation too is taking a beating. My comeuppance tho is not to be, forthcoming.

Anyone in need of a pardon can purchase a pardon for just $2 million. Some say the electorates know what they’re doing. Respectfully, I disagree. Urantians are Russians, Africans and Europeans. Chinese and the Americans. Urantians are, all the Earthlings.

Giuliani said he was allowed to violate FARA and other US laws because “[he had] immunity”. Anyone in need of a pardon, can purchase one for $2 million. Some say the electorates know what they’re doing. Respectfully, I am disagreeing. Humbly, I’m deferring.

‘Twas Mother’s Day yesterday for the American Earthlings. And ‘Twas Election Day yesterday in Thailand. And in Turkiye. Some say the electorates know what they’re doing. Respectfully, I disagree. Urantians, in this surreality, are the oblivious, Earthlings.

Some say the electorates know what they’re doing. Most tho, agree with me. Only I know, what I’m doing. There’s 24 time zones comprising the war zone that is this planet Earth. Mother’s Day was yesterday. Mother’s Day was yesterday for the American Earthlings.

‘Tis Election Day today in Thailand. And in Turkiye. And ‘tis Mother’s Day today. In some places. There’s 24 time zones comprising the war zone that is the Earth. Some say the electorates know what it’s doing. Most tho, agree with me. Only I know, what I’m doing.

’Tis Mother’s Day today. In some places. ‘Tis today as well in Thailand and in Turkiye, Election Day. Tis a big day for Vladimir Putin. ‘Tis a big day for Agent 4547. ‘Tis a big day for China’s Xi Jinping too. In Thailand and in Turkiye, the losers my lead, will be following.

Exit polls predict a resounding defeat for ex-army chief and coup leader Prayut. The main opposition party, Pheu Thai, led by the daughter of former premier Thaksin Shinawatra is ahead in the final opinion polls. In Turkiye, ‘tis still too early to tell. So predicts, exit polling.

For two decades Thai politics have been marked by the rivalry still between Pheu Thai’s Shinawatra family and Thailand’s still, conservative, royalists. Still, geopolitically, Thailand’s elections today pale in importance next to Turkiye’s. God help them all, still, implausibly, I’m praying.

‘Twas 1981 when on May 14, Pope John Paul II was shot and wounded by Turkish gunman Mehemet Ali Agca in St Peter’s Square. In the Vatican. ‘Tis now 2023. ‘Tis tomorrow , election day, in Turkiye. ‘Tis a big day for Vladimir Putin. ‘Tis a big day for Agent 4547.

MASS EXTINCTIONS

The death by extinction of the dinosaurs was just one of five global events that have seen millions of species wiped out at a time. Such events, indeed, happen. We can’t stop such events, from happening. Our ability to influence such events tho, may be increasing.

Mass die-offs happen far more routinely than one might imagine. Witness, whale beachings. Witness red tides, from algal blooms. On top of everything else that’s happening, artificial intelligence, threatens. Or not. It depends on us. That’s what may be happening.

Politically, frenemies, is what we are. Frenemy is an oxymoron and a portmanteau of friend and enemy. ‘Tis a person with whom one may, or not, be friendly, notwithstanding rivalry; and dislike, notwithstanding. Fortunately or unfortunately, that’s what’s happening.

Frenemies have become the nations. Witness Babylon. Witness Persia. Witness Rome. Kingdoms come and kingdoms go. Witness the comings and the goings of the nations. Politically, frenemies, is what we ever have been. It’s what has ever been happening.

On live TV, I’ve confessed. That’s not to say I shan’t be the president once again. Ye can take it to the bank. Unconventionally, I’ve been thinking. Notwithstanding ongoing swirling criminal and civil cases, it’s my larger destiny — that’s both inspiring — and threatening.

All three ongoing criminal cases against me got new evidence last night against me. I unwittingly confessed last night on my very last ever, Town Hall. On live TV, I confessed. That’s not to say I shan’t be president once again. Unconventionally, I’m thinking.

I won’t stand for women with my mind and not my body, fucking. I won’t stand for questions about my supposedly sexually abusive personality, I shan’t stand for it. I treat all women, alike. I shan’t stand for women with my mind and not my body, fucking.

For any and all questions about my supposedly sexually abusive personality, I shan’t stand. I treat all women, alike. Witness the then Fox’s Meghan Kelly. Witness CNN’s Kaitlan Collins. I won’t stand for women with my mind and not my body, fucking.

As with E. Jean, once before, I’d reigned Kaitlan in. I once blocked the then White House correspondent; at a 2018 presser; after she asked me some “inappropriate” questions. For questions about my sexually abusive personality, I shan’t, be standing.

Frenemies; fundamentally; politically; that’s what we are. Frenemy is an oxymoron and a portmanteau of friend and enemy. ‘Tis a person with whom one may, or not, be friendly, notwithstanding rivalry; and dislike, notwithstanding. That’s what’s happening.

Frenemies have become the nations. Witness Babylon. Witness Persia. Witness Rome. Kingdoms come and kingdoms go. Witness the comings and the goings of the nations. Politically, frenemies, is what we ever have been. It’s what has ever been happening.

Prophets; poets; and politicians; all use language and storytelling to in order to manipulate; in order to control. In order to reshape society, we do so, use language. Artificial intelligence, can do it now. And once it’s a religion, it won’t need killer robots. We can do its killing.

The prophets, the poets, the narcissists and the toxic politicians; the movers and the shakers; the reshapers of society. And artificial intelligence can do it now. Once it’s a religion, it won’t need, killer robots. We humans can do its bidding.

Or not. For (wo)mankind, threats abound. Life, on Earth, is cheap. Mass die-offs happen more routinely than one might imagine. Artificial intelligence is here. Artificial intelligence may be threatening. Or not. It depends on us. That’s what’s happening.

FRENEMIES

Frenemies; fundamentally; politically; that’s what we are. Frenemy is an oxymoron and a portmanteau of friend and enemy. ‘Tis a person with whom one may be friendly, notwithstanding rivalry; dislike, notwithstanding. That’s what’s happening.

‘Tis spooky; that my writing of this incredible story passes so completely under the radar. ‘Tis spooky too that a lout such as myself (so tan, I’m orange) should become so instantly recognizable. ‘Tis spooky; too spooky; my intelligence, we may, be wasting.

Mass extinctions; a large and complex issue. They can be slow burners, taking millions of years to unfold. Right now, it seems likely we are experiencing a sixth. ‘Tis undoubtably the result of human actions, including inaction. Artificial intelligence tho, is promising.

Mass die-offs happen. In nature they happen, routinely. Artificial intelligence is here. Artificial intelligence is promising. Artificial intelligence is threatening. Witness Google’s, Hinton. Threats abound. Artificial intelligence is promising. Artificial intelligence is threatening.

Threats abound. Life, on Earth, is cheap. Mass die-offs happen more routinely than one might imagine. Artificial intelligence is here. And artificial intelligence may be threatening. Or not. It depends. It depends on us. It all depends on us. ‘Tis, not encouraging.

The quickening pace of this convergence of events is freaking me out. How far and how fast fall the mighty — once, they suddenly, fall. Witness Fox News. Witness Tucker. Witness the Supreme Court. Tucker’s already making a comeback. The pace, is a-quickening.

‘Twas recently, Mayday, in China. Happy times there have returned again; for the time being at least. In France, not so much. Of asteroids and aliens, mankind has little more than an inkling. At least, for the moment. ‘Twas in France, Mayday also. These ironies seem foreboding.

‘Twas Mayday in China. ‘Twas the 1ST day of May in 2023. Happy times are there again, in China. At least, for the moment. Every moment of time, seems unique. Time, like me, is timeless. ‘Tis May of 2023. Cometh an asteroid, Godspeeding. And aliens, also, are coming.

Happy times, in China, are once again, there. ‘Twas Mayday, yesterday, in China. ‘Twas Mayday, actually, internationally, all across the planet. Happy times, in China, are once again, there. Of an asteroid and aliens, mankind has little more than an inkling.

‘TIS MAYDAY

‘Tis Mayday in China. ‘Tis the 1ST day of May in 2023. Happy times are here again, in China. There’s only one of anything. Every moment of time, seems unique. Time, like me, is timeless. ‘Tis May of 2023. Cometh an asteroid, Godspeeding. The aliens too, are coming.

‘Tis a 1ST day of May in 2023; tis Mayday in China. ‘Tis the last May of 2023. Fear not. That’s to be expected. There’s only one of anything. Every moment of time, seems unique. Time, like me, is timeless. ‘Tis May of 2023. Cometh an asteroid and aliens, Godspeeding.

Time, like me, is timeless. ‘Tis May of 2023. Cometh an asteroid and aliens, Godspeeding. ‘Tis the last May of 2023. ‘Tis the last 2023. But that’s to be expected. There’s only one of anything. Every moment of time, is unique. Every moment of time, is uniquely, transpiring.

‘Tis been days since I got Tucker fired. Tucker will fight. Fox will dig in. Tucker will sue. But Tucker, for good cause, got his ass. fired. He says he hates me. Passionately. Some say I canned Lemon that same day too. That, I’m neither confirming, nor denying.

Don Lemon’s firing, I’m neither confirming, nor denying. If there’s no smoke, perhaps, there’s no fire. In any event, there’s no need to take that credit when everyone’s piling on Tucker. ‘Tis from me, more or less, conveniently, distracting. That’s what I hope is happening.

Fox probably has a noncompete in Tucker’s contract so I wouldn’t count on the Tucker Carlson White Power Hour on the Blaze. I wouldn’t count on anything similar, on the Daily Wire, neither. Don’t discount, tho Tucker Carlson, for president, running.

‘Twas when I lost my election that I was, from Agent 007 to Agent 4547, redenominated. Implausibly; incredibly; ‘tis what really seems to be happening. The numbers; 007; 45; 47; 4547. They don’t add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme. ‘Tis really quite maddening.

The numbers sound familiar; but they don’t, at all, add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme. ‘Tis quite maddening. And alarmingly, they fit — and discomfit — all at once. And that they fit and discomfit, all at once, evidences, what’s really happening.

The numbers; 007; 45; 47; 4547. They sound familiar; but They don’t add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme. ‘Tis quite maddening. And alarmingly, they fit — and discomfit — all at once. That they fit and discomfit, all at once evidences, predeterminism, happening.

Tucker will fight. And Fox will dig in. There will be no scenario under the sun in which Tucker gets a windfall against this twitterfictional backdrop of harassment, sexism and antisemitism. Fox will dig in. Tucker for cause, got fired. It’s what’s really happening.

DeSantis wants to raise money. He wants to test the waters. But what he really wants to do is run in 2028. After I win. Or after I lose. He’d rather be, without me. Some donors are pushing for such a partnership. Still, Ronny DeSantis might balk, at my VP, being.

Problems abound. Tucker Carlson and Fox News; each is in position to throw the other under the bus. Rupert will retaliate. Fox will dump its dirt on Tucker. Useful may be information. And disinformation. Witness Mike Pence, even now, at last, testifying.

Useful may be information. And disinformation. Witness Mike Pence, at last, testifying. The plots, are converging. My former vice president, yesterday, presumably testified against me. I value loyalty. Loyalty to me; it’s invaluable. Invaluable is my vice president’s, testifying.

“From all things One and from One all things,” wrote Heraclitus 2,500 years or so ago. It’s monism; the ancient idea that all is one; everything, here and there; everything, we see or feel is an aspect of but a single, unified, whole. Indeed, ‘tis what’s happening.

RHYMES IN TIME

‘Twas when I lost my election that I was, from Agent 007 to Agent 4547, redenominated. Implausibly; incredibly; ‘tis what seems to be happening. The numbers; 007; 45; 47; 4547. They don’t add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme.
Verily, ‘tis maddening.

Witness Khartoum; there’s been a flare-up in the battle for control of the African continent’s third-largest country; there’s a flare-up in the tinderbox that is Africa’s, Sudan. Why not just ask a chatbox, what’s in store? Earthly plot lines seem to me, converging.

The Russians. The Chinese. An asteroid. And illegal aliens, not Mexican. And Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. Trials and tribulations, linger. Unforeseen events, as usual, are happening. Indeed I swear; these plots, seem, converging.

Smartmatic will surely “walk away” from any proposed settlement that doesn’t include a fulsome apology from Fox. Any proposed settlement must include an apology and a retraction from Fox News. ⁦Fox News is diminishing, if not, outright, dying.

Larry enters a crowded GOP primary field crowding me. There’s a ballsy former South Carolina Governor, the former Ambassador UN Nikki Haley, conservative entrepreneur Vivek Ramaswamy and former Arkansas Gov., Asa Hutchinson. There’s a bloodbath, coming.

‘Tis maddening. Trying to reconcile an aggressive nature with our better angels. ‘Tis truly maddening. Witness my descent into madness. I’m fit tho to be the 47th president. Witness my dismissal of Ronny in Florida. And in Washington, his ambushing.

There’s a bloodbath, coming; a feeding frenzy. It’s par for the course, typically, for American political primaries. My opponents are smelling blood in the water. I smell it too. I have delivered to Ronny, a mortal blow. Profusely, in the water, he’s bleeding.

The German dictator Adolf Hitler spent his last birthday in the dreary Führerbunker beneath embattled Berlin. So say many. Most historians, concur. Hitler will long be remembered. Like me; we’ll be remembered, long after daisies, we’re from down under, pushing.

Lately, everything everywhere seems to be happening, all at once. It seems to me that that’s, what’s happening. 8 billion people; 8 billion agendas. And too many commemorate this date. The prospect of April 20 celebrations today, has me, my breath, holding.

I swear; these plots, seem converging. Consider, all at once, Russians, Chinese, an asteroid; and aliens, illegal, not Mexican. Don’t forget Tibet and Taiwan; and Israel and Iran; and India and Pakistan. What gives with all these trials and tribulations? Events, unforeseen, are happening.

An FBI video ends with a message from Alan Kohler of the FBI Counterintelligence Division, urging Russians to come forward. The FBI; unlike me, the FBI, trusts not, the Russians. Unlike the FBI, I trust the Russians. In Putin and the Russian people, I’m trusting.

What gives with all these trials? What’s with all these trials and tribulations? That unexpected events happen; that’s one thing. That’s to be expected. But lately, everything everywhere seems to be happening, all at once. It seems to me that that’s what’s happening.

‘Tis not for nothing that the Kremlin’s code name for me is Agent 4547. “Agent 4547!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke in the Kremlin. ‘Tis not for nothing that my code name’s been changed from 007 to 4547. ‘Tis not for nothing — that I’m not, 007.

‘Tis not for nothing that the Kremlin’s code name for me is Agent 4547. “Agent 4547!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke in the Kremlin‘s corridors. ‘Tis not for nothing that my code name’s changed from 007 to 4547. ‘Tis not for nothing — I’m not, 007.

“Agent 4547!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke, in the corridors of the Kremlin. ‘Tis not for nothing. And ‘tis not for nothing neither that once upon a time the punchline was “007!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke, in the corridors of Moscow’s Kremlin.

‘Tis not for nothing that my code name was changed from 0007 to 4547. ‘Tis not for nothing that the Kremlin’s code name for me is, only now, is Agent 4547. “007!” used to be everybody’s punchline in the corridors of the of the Kremlin. I wish I were joking.

Agent 007; Agent 4547. I have been, for Russia, both. I was named Agent 007 when I first visited Putin; in Moscow. In 2013. ‘Twas when I lost my election against Joe that I was, Agent 4547, redenominated. Implausibly; incredibly; it’s, what’s happening.

What’s happening seems a prelude to Armageddon. That’s what appears to be happening. But looks, are deceiving. The optics look bad. On the other hand, don’t ever bet against me. I am known in the Kremlin as Agent 4547. And ‘tis not — for nothing.

Unnerving footage shows a leak on the Pacific ocean floor that could cause a massive earthquake. It’s the Cascadia Subduction Zone. It’s a colossally large fault line, stretches from Vancouver Island in Canada all the way down to, Northern California, ending.

Pythias, the ancient Greek oracle, even today, is foretelling. Oregon has the potential for a 9.0+ magnitude earthquake due to the Cascadia Subduction Zone. Not since 1700; 1700 was when last a 9.0+ magnitude earthquake happened. Alas, it’s happening.

Oregon has the potential for a 9.0+ magnitude earthquake caused by the Cascadia Subduction Zone. A tsunami of up to 100 feet in height, when triggered, will impact the coastal area. From Pythias’ Oasis, the ancient Greek oracle, even today, is foretelling.

While a Chilean megaquake drove the inhabitants away from the coast when it hit over 3,000 years ago, the islands it affected in the South Pacific were uninhabited at that time. Now the islands are popular tourist locations. And a lot of people — there, are congregating.

After the ancient Greek oracle, Pythias, volcanologists describe as a hot spring, ‘Pythias Oasis’. Pythias prophesized. Pythias, predicted. With assistance from the mind-altering gases arising from a hot spring, Pythias, once again, is predicting; and his predictions, are frightening.

Volcanologists named the hole which they describe as a hot spring ‘Pythias Oasis’ after the ancient Greek oracle. Pythias prophesized. Pythias, predicted. With assistance from the mind-altering gases arising from a hot spring, Pythias, once again, is predicting.

Vengeance is in my blood. Whether I learned it from my emotionally abusive father or whether I learned it from another matters surreally really, but little. I learned the art of fine vengeance from Roy Cohn and my father, in twitterfiction, I’m recalling.

From Roy Cohn and my father; ‘Twas from them that I learned the art of fine vengeance. ‘Twas from Roy Cohn and my dear daddy that I learned. They well learnt me; on getting even. Show no mercy. And rub it in. Make your frenemy’s defeat, humiliating.

‘Twas from Roy Cohn and my father that I learned the art of fine vengeance. ‘Twas from Roy Cohn and my dear old daddy that I learned. They well learnt me; on getting even; on showing no mercy. And rubbing it in. Make their defeat, humiliating.

PRELUDE TO A HAPPENING

Cometh Armageddon. The climactic great battle. The location of a gathering of armies. To do battle. Near the end of the end times. In Islamic theology, it’s referred to in the Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. It’s Armageddon, the Hadith, is saying.

What’s happening seems a prelude to Armageddon. That’s what appears to be happening. But looks are deceiving. Then again, the optics look bad. On the other hand, don’t bet against me. I am known in the Kremlin as Agent 4547. And ‘tis not, for nothing.

For harassing me; for my exemplary life, attempting to ruin, I am suing Michael Cohen. For a delay in my rape trial, I am in big-balled bad faith, respectfully requesting, a delay in my rape trial. Some people say I’m lying — everywhere, all about everything.

Everything; all at once; and everywhere. The best defense is a good offense so I sued Michael Cohen today for 500 million. For harassing me; for my life, attempting to ruin. For a delay in my rape trial, I am in big-balled bad faith, asking. Everybody knows, I’m not lying.

Gadzooks! Posters in the gaming community share classified information, settling disputes that way, amongst themselves. Classified information, not so implausibly, is being shared. Classified secrets, governmental gamers, game. Implausibly; incredibly, I’m not, lying.

Power play, politics; on Earth, it’s par for the course. In cases of conflict between the nations, historically, the nations mimic, their constituent citizens. There are two-state and one-state solutions. And logical transitions between the two. And a logical, transitioning.

In cases of conflict between the nations, the nations have adopted their constituents’ penchant for power-play, politics. There are two-state and one-state solutions; and logical transitions between the two. And between the two, I’m unwavering.

There are two-state solutions. And there are one-state solutions. And the particular solution to a particular problem between any given pair of states lies within the particularities of the particular pair of nations. Between two-state and one-state solutions, we’re wavering.

Nearby, across the planet, few Jews and too few Palestinians, for a two state solution, on this Ramadan, are praying. Across the planet also, too few Chinese and too few Taiwanese are praying as well, for two state solutions to similar problems arising.

Jews are banned from entering the Temple Mount for the rest of Ramadan. The Temple Mount’s been closed to Jewish visitors til Ramadan’s end. Still, too few Jews and too few Palestinians, for a two state solution, on this Ramadan, are praying.

In Islamic theology, Armageddon is referred to in the Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. It’s the translation to Arabic of the event that westerners often know as Armageddon. But Armageddon is only what appears, to be happening.

In Muslim eschatology, Al-Malhama Al-Kubra is the Arabic translation of that event that westerners know as Armageddon. ‘Tis the gathering of armies; ‘tis the prelude to Armageddon. Know that I am known in the Kremlin as Agent 4547. ‘Tis not — for nothing.

AL-MALHAMA AL-KUBRA

Armageddon. Witness, Russia. Witness, Iran. Witness, China. Witness nuclear weapons, including, tactical ones. Everything man touches, gets corrupted. Witness, England. Witness, the United States. Witness, Israel. Witness, North Korea. Cometh, Armageddon.

Cometh Armageddon. The climactic great battle is the prophesied location of a gathering of armies for a battle near the end of the end times. In Islamic theology, Armageddon is referred to in the Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra — It’s Armageddon.

In Gaza and in Lebanon extremists abound. Extremist also, is Israel. In twitterfiction I call for transition, to a two state, solution. The Jewish Passover this year with Christian Easter, and Muslim Ramadan, coincides. ‘Tis a terrible time, for so, coinciding.

The Jewish Passover this year, with Christian Easter and Muslim Ramadan, coincides. A terrible time to so coincide. And in Gaza and in Lebanon and on the West Bank, extremists, abound. Extremist too, is Israel. I call for transition, two state, solutions.

Benjamin Netanyahu‘s government; it’s a coalition, extremist. As such, it’s a government, ineffectual. It’s a government, on the edge, governing. There are extremists, Palestinian; there are extremists, Israeli; and under-cover, Iranians. The extremists, are prevailing.

In the middle of Passover Prime Minister Netanyahu is trapped by an ineffectual governing coalition and his judicial overhaul. ‘Tis leaving him liable to be dragged along by runaway events. He’s an extremist now. And his is now, a government, on the edge, governing.

It’s Passover. And Easter. And Ramadan. At a most importune time, they’re coinciding. There are extremists, Palestinian; extremist too, has grown Israel. Both sides, the Muslim al-Aqsa Mosque; the Jewish Temple Mount, as usual, deliriously, are coveting.

Passover this year, with Easter and Ramadan, is coinciding. As a consequence of lunar cycles, at a terrible time, are coinciding. Extremists, on both sides, abound. Extremists on both sides of the al-Aqsa Mosque, the Temple Mount, heretically consider, its defiling.

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

The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran; the Indian Bhagavad Gita and other non traditional Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum. It’s a continuum, devolving. Like the League of Nations and the United Nations; ‘tis a continuum, evolving.

The League of Nations and the United Nations; ‘tis a continuum, evolving. Likewise, the Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran; the Indian Bhagavad Gita and other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum, for the time being.

Right under the nose of the UN; right under the nose of Antonio Guterres, I’ve been in cahoots with ⁦Vladimir Putin. Cooperating with Xi Jinping, Kim Jong Un and Mohammed bin Salman, along with Vlad, I have been. I am Agent #4547. For president, I’m running.

Under the noses of the @UN; under the very nose of @antonioguterres, I’ve been in cahoots with ⁦Vlad @Ekatmid. Cooperating with @xijingping, Kim Jong Un @uriminzok and Mohammed @c/o @KingSalman, am I. I am Agent #4547. For the president of US, I am running.

It takes a village. From the more expansive perspective, continuums, are more evident. Witness, mature galaxies following on the heels of immature galaxies. The youngest and most immature galaxies of our own universe, mature galaxies, are following.

A LEAGUE OF NATIONS — THE UNITED NATIONS

The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran and the other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum, for the time being. It’s a continuum, devolving. Like the League of Nations and the United Nations, it’s a continuum, evolving.

Like the League of Nations and the United Nations this is a continuum, devolving — and evolving. Under the nose of Antonio Guterres. I’ve been in cahoots with Putin, with Xi Jinping, Kim Jong Un and Mohammed bin Salman. For president, I am running.

Before the very eyes of the United Nations; right under the nose of Antonio Guterres. In open view, I’m been in cahoots with ⁦Vladimir Putin. And with Xi Jinping, Kim Jong Un and Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman. I am Agent 4547. For president, I am running.

Actually, there’s more of me than just one @realDonaldTrump⁩. People are multilayered. Some, ‘tis true, like me, have documented, multiple, personalities. ‘Tis true also, that in this surreal twitterfiction, I’m one of them. And I’m in cahoots with ⁦my brother, Xi Jinping.

Tennessee Republicans just expelled two black men from the legislature for breaking its rules. The white legislator who did the same, more or less, stayed. Racism; it’s passé. We stand with, and for, the Tennessee three. With the help of Fox News and the Court, like hell, I’ll be fighting.

The final nails in my coffin may be these last nails now, judicially, forged. My ship of state it seems was entirely crewed by rats. Now, they’ve jumped ship. It only appears tho — that I’m going down. With the help of Fox News and Justice Thomas, like hell, I’ll be fighting.

The testimonies of such despicable rats would seem tantamount to the last nails in my coffin. It turns out all my attorneys are rats as well. It only seems tho like I’m going down. Positively, I’m thinking. Something unexpected, I expect, is happening.

The testimonies of such despicable rats would seem tantamount to the last nails in my coffin. It turns out all my attorneys are rats as well. Still, it only seems like I’m going down. Positively, I’m yet thinking. Something unexpected, I expect, may be happening.

My future, so inexplicably bright sometimes, at other times, inexplicably, dims. It’s distressing to the markets, globally. Fear not tho, anything. There’s no Plan B. Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead! Where’s Melania? Where’s my dear immigrant Melania, so encouraging?

There’s no Plan B if my campaign can’t get some folks excited. Whether I go to jail or not when historians look back on these most troubled times, this week marks, MAGA’s end. Or not. My future, inexplicably bright, dims sometimes. It’s globally, distressing.

“Where’s Melania? Where’s my dear immigrant Melania?” In twitterfiction — she lies low. I won’t mention her. And she won’t show. She’s been disloyal. She’s not in. She’s out. She shows not up, at my events. Melania, knows not, what’s happening.

As the people wonder “Where’s Melania — my dear immigrant wife Melania, in twitterfiction — lies low. I won’t mention her. And she won’t show. She’s been disloyal. She’s not in. She’s out. She won’t show at my events. She knows not, what’s happening.

Witness my two worlds; two worlds, I span, as I make a 3rd straight bid for the presidency: one in which I am both; a defiant political hero and a forlorn early polling leader for the 2024 Republican nomination; and another in which I am, the nation — and the planet, imperiling.

For some Christians, God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Muslims disagree. The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran and the other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum for the time being.
It’s a continuum, evolving.

CONTINUUMS

For some Christians, God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Muslims disagree. The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran and the other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum, for the time being. It’s a continuum, alas, devolving.

New York Supreme Court Justice Juan Merchan told my lawyers he expects all defendants to appear in court; even high profile defendants. He would not, he said, make an exception for me. In twitterfiction, I am treated, unfairly. There shan’t be, no exceptions for me, forthcoming.

Manhattan criminal cases typically take at least a year to go to trial. Commencing at the end of the presidential campaign trail; or after my potential re-election to the White House. There will be tears along the trail and along the tribulations and trials, forthcoming.

The Deep State; the powers that be; the people, through me the government, is intimidating. Clashes, have begun. Violence, for me, is on the table. In about an hour, I’ll address the nation. I won’t tell them, I’ve no defense. I’m not myself, falsely, incriminating.

The clashes have begun. It’s a bad sign; both scheduled and impromptu, unscheduled, violence; it’s a sign of what, in this surreal twitterfiction, for later today, the powers that be, are scheduling. The Deep State powers that be, the people, are intimidating.

Clashes have begun outside a New York courthouse before a scheduled protest of my arraignment. It’s a bad sign; for both scheduled and impromptu, unscheduled, violence; a sign of what, in this surreal twitterfiction, for later today, the powers that be, are scheduling.

Melania had previously made, other plans. She was forced to skip my pre-indictment trip from Florida to New York. I was joined on the flight by Second Son, Eric, the bland. My former first lady was not named among a group, to the north, with me, traveling.

Indictment betting is the new hotness. Ye can’t bet on political indictment in Vegas (or anywhere else in the US) via domestic sportsbooks. Ye’ve gotta do yer own research. I’d of made a killing betting on myself. I’d bet, I’ll waive tomorrow, the indictment’s reading.

If you’re looking for Vegas odds, indictment betting is the new hotness. But you can’t actually bet on political indictment in Vegas (or anywhere else in the US) via domestic sportsbooks. Ye’ve gotta do yer own research. I’d of made a killing, on myself, betting.

I could play dead. I could be a martyr. I could play dead. That way, I could be a martyr, without actually dying. Everybody knows; no one knows show business like me. I really want to do the greet the crowd thing. With me it’s a Messianic, Jesus Christ, thing.

Alas; I want to do the greet the crowd thing. This comes as a surprise to no one. It’s Messianic; a Jesus Christ thing. How am I now to avoid, no bloodshed? No one knows show business like me. I could play dead and that way be a martyr, without actually dying.

“Shit happens.” That’s what the Earthlings say. Unexpected events happen. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re far too loyal to a disgraced president. About the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, I’ve been warning.

The Old Testament hints at the plurality of God. The New Testament mystifies this plurality with the doctrine of the Trinity. The New Testament mystifies: God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The Old and New Testaments; , they form a continuum, for the time being.

THE EARTHLINGS SAY — “SHIT HAPPENS”

Sometimes, unexpected events, 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. About the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, I’ve been warning.

The Old Testament hints at the plurality of God. The New Testament clarifies this plurality with the doctrine of the Trinity. The New Testament clarifies: God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The Old and New, Testaments; a continuum, for the time being.

In my family’s surreal reality there are political fronts, legal fronts and emotional fronts. Whilst it’s not been confirmed that I’m throwing things; gone crazy, Maggie’s confirming that I’m really angry; and that my family is fit to be tied. My understanding tho, is limited.

The presence of cameras in the courtroom may inhibit me from declaring that what happens in the courtroom on Tuesday is fake news. There’s a compelling case for cameras in courtrooms. I’m not a fan tho of cameras in courtrooms where, indicated (sic), I’m being.

I’ve been dreaming of proving in open court that Stephanie Clifford, even today, is a virgin. That she’s lied about everything. Witness her change of name. Witness her changes in profession. She cheated on her husband; and on him, she’s still cheating.

Everything that happens to me from now on is going to follow a sundry script. It’ll mirror the experience of the common criminal; commonly indicted and arraigned everyday. But I’ve been dreaming of proving in open court that Stormy, even today is a virgin, a-lying.

Now that I’ve been indicted, in order to properly defend myself, increasingly I’ll have to say that there’s a race war a brewing. Increasingly, however, folks of me, are tiring. Implausibly, the people of me, are tiring. The people of me, are re-tiring.

Florida Governor ⁦@RonDeSantisFL⁩ has promised me sanctuary. He is calling on me to refuse to surrender to the New York authorities. If he’s serious I’ll just remain, in #twitterfiction, at Mar-a-Lago. Ronny in Florida, sanctuary, is offering.

I was supposed to have been processed yesterday. But the Secret Service, being protective of me, got a stay for me until Tuesday. I need more time. I’m afraid of testifying. I’m not afraid tho, of insurrecting. And in Florida, Ronny, to protect me, is aiming.

Of a Deep State, an asteroid, aliens and Russia and China, I have been warning. But now that I’ve been indicted, increasingly I’ll have to say there’s a race war a brewing. Increasingly however, folks of me, are tiring. Implausibly, the people of me, are tiring.

Sometimes what’s unexpected, happens. Shit happens. That’s when Earthlings descriptively say, “shit happens.” Of a Deep State, an asteroid, aliens, Russia and China, I’ve been warning. That’s why I like to say, there’s a helter-skelter style, race war, a brewing.

Sometimes what’s unexpected, happens. Shit happens. That’s when Earthlings descriptively say, “shit happens.” Of a Deep State, an asteroid, aliens, Russia and China, I’ve been warning. That’s why I like to say, there’s a helter-skelter style, race war, a brewing.

Sometimes, unexpected events, 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. About the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, I’ve been warning.

THE END OF CIVILIZATION

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

The Court has ruled. The Speech and Debate Clause which usually only extends to representatives or senators, because he additionally has the role of President of the Senate, extends as well, to VP Mike Pence. Being loyal to me, he won’t testify against me, testifying.

A backlash is coming. With its federal agencies, an amorphous Deep State rigs elections across the wide expanse of the Earth. It’s a system, imperfect. Vlad’s been running it. But China’s Xi and I plan to usurp from him, the governance of the Earth, running.

My goose, is cooking. The Deep State rigs elections. With its FBI. And with its CIA. With its agencies, foreign and domestic; with its agencies, it rigs elections, all across the Earth. Another mass shooting. It’s a female shooter, this time. A backlash is coming.

Although the outcome of any one of the four potential criminal cases focused on me remain unclear I do appear to be in potential hot water. And with the temperature rising to a boil, my goose, is cooked. Goose is on the menu. As usual, my goose, is cooking.

My character; as everyone knows, is unimpeachable. Unless, I’m lying, that is. And as everyone knows of course as well, when am I not? Who’d a-thunk my mastery of the art of lying — the art of the real deal would turn out to be, a secret to my success, most abiding.

Poppycock! Allegations that I’ve ignored the Covenant School shooting; that I’ve focused instead upon myself. Such allegations, I’m counter-alleging, are totally out of character. My character, as everyone knows, is perfectly unimpeachable. Unless, that is, if I’m lying.

Another mass shooting. A female shooter, this time. A backlash is coming. Loyal to their country, my cultists, are loyal to me. To actual facts they are blind. Into my election campaign I’ll spin this mass shooting by a trans woman; this modern-day, trans gender, mass killing.

Untrue are allegations that I’ve ignored the Covenant School shooting; that I’ve focused instead, upon myself. Such allegations, I’m counter-alleging, are totally out of character. My character, everyone knows, is unimpeachable. Unless, I’m lying.

I have falsely warned about a Deep State. That that Deep State, society’s, diabolically, unraveling. To facts, my cultists are blind. I’ll spin this shooting by a trans woman into my election campaign. Disproportionately significant I’ll make, this outlier, trans mass killing.

Yet another, mass shooting. A trans female shooter, this time. A backlash cometh. I have falsely warned my cultists about Joe’s Deep State; about Hillary Clinton; and pedophiles and how about our society, the Deep State‘s most diabolically, unraveling.

Unexpected events, as expected, happen. Shit happens. That’s what on Earth, the Earthlings say. I‘ve warned them about the Deep State; about mass shootings and baby blood drinking pedophiles; and an asteroid. And the aliens, thereafter, a-coming.

Aside from Baba Vanga, who’d a -thunk 2023 was the year of asteroids and aliens? There are some such in the East; far fewer in the West, so I’m thinking. Needless to say, surprising, to the Earthlings, shall be their coming. Surprising to the Earthlings, shall be their coming.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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 — 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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