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HAMLET’S LAST … SOLILOQUY

 

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca.  Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet and, poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans.  More Chinese

than Americans may well discern a twit, from a tweet.

Tweet’s oft understood; but twit?  Not often.  Twits are taunts.  To twit, is Is to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises that if he dupes US, for the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish, and books he’ll sell.

A TWEETING TWIT

Be very careful what you wish for, US of America.  The tweeting twit is an opportunist.

And he is, in this freaking, tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-campaigner-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable, now is, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye, are brothers.  And, imagine that on Twitter,

Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought; as when Space Laboratory

crews wave to us and we wave to them, in orbit, in outer space.

Following is history past and present and the poetic prophesies of dimwitted Arthur

Everman.  It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

PROBLEM OPPORTUNITIES

 North and South Korea.  Pakistan and India.  Iran and Israel.  Three vexing, problems.
Now, what?  For two brothers of Art, a planet, threaten.

Three problems.  Two brothers.  One story.  A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history.  Tiny subplots of creation are ye tiny ye.

Seemingly surreally, Don is the recently elected President, of US.  Kim, is the veteran

Prez of the DPRK;  Art, 40 years drunken, his own barman.

Don has made it very clear that he’ll deal with Kim, with or without, China’s Xi,’s help.

Don will war without help.  He needs but enemy, not, help.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, we will, says he.  And it shall be as easy

as ABC.  “Believe me,” he says.  “No one else can.  Only me.”

If Xi does help, that shall be good for China, Don has said; if Xi doesn’t, that won’t be

good for anybody.  Simplifying things, is twitter-diplomacy.

North and South Korea.  Pakistan and India.  Iran and Israel.  Three vexing, problems.

Enter three brothers megalomaniacal, with three quill pens.

ART’S ART

Three clashes of countries.  Three problems. Three opportunities.  Kim, Don and Art

act out in this ‘live’ subplot of history, Art’s story, of history.

History is His story.  Education’s alchemy.  Hindsight’s 20-20.  There’s wisdom, in irony.

Behavior modification’s not limited to just individuals only.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati muse on ontology;

like luminaries like Aristotle, Milton, Locke, and Socrates,

Like too, like Shakespeare, in Manchester’s land. and eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad and Gandhi.  They all see.  Hindsight is 20-20.

And they see folly; their own of course, but far more importantly, they see humanity’s

folly.  And they fear they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

Say what?  A still-born, twitter-diplomacy?  And Don’s to blame?  Sad; twitter-diplomacy

could have been a contender.  It could have been, somebody.

THE GOOGLING WATCHER

A synchronicity of events, pursuant to His grand plan, has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and the Kim, to do, what’s been bidden by Him.

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It’s been Penemue (Pen, to us), who have been the master of ceremonies at every-nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets and luminaries,

with wannabe megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, meet.

He googled too for great writers of prose to collaborate with these unlikeliest of brothers,

to best inject prose-like drama, into epic-like, poetry.

“Tweet, blog and pen alchemically,” said Pen, to the three brothers, grim. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

HAIL HUMANITY

“Tweet blog and write, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’, I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easy to Art.  Administration came easiest to Kim.  Spelling was Donny’s

forte.  Penemue, organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams.  Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

To wit Kim now tweets, albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin.

Reactionary others look on, entranced, in rapt, anticipation.

Pithy statements.  One hundred forty characters.  And in this ode and last hurrah to poetry,

to wisdom and to peace, a final plea.  Please.  Heed my plea!.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, Herculean, epic poetry;

is a ‘last call’for alternative facts and an alternative, history.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man less narrow-minded and more, open-minded.

Alternative facts.  And an alternative history.  To be or not to be?   To that end, alternatively,

consider, another paradigm.  Hail humanity, not sovereignty.

 HISTORY, POETICALLY

Why pen history poetically?  Though harder to compose than prose, it is far more elegantly

emotive than anyone may ever aspire to compose, prosaically.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors

Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third,

Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’

world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men

surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly

connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

Art imagines that of all the earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns,

between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILOQUY

A criminal President? More lies in less time than any presidency in history surely

bodes poorly, for a seemingly, God-forsaken, humanity.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, epic poetry,

is a ‘last call’ to call for, alternative facts, an alternative, history.

An alternative history. Alternative facts. To the end that, alternatively, a more or

less more natural paradigm, of poetry, not sovereignty, born.

“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Albeit that poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be, prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

‘tween chapter and verse, ’tis verse that’s most favored, by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs, into a manuscript, a very poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing, education and, in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, , on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

Peace has rarely been, but ironically, it may be some day once again, if ever we

all commune as a family. Build not, more walls.

Why pen human history, poetically? It is because only poetry far more elegantly

emotes, than anyone may aspire to, prosaically.

In Shakespeare’s most recognizable soliloquy Hamlet attempts to reason

Is death any easier to bear, than a life’s, seasons?

The irony of all this is that finally the tragic consequences of Hamlet’s inaction

are the unintended fatalities, in reaction.

When building an obstruction-of-justice case, keep targets talking. Everything

said by said target, a legal hole, is digging.      

Kim’s power flows from his fathers’ militaries. Don’s from his fathers’ monies.

Art’s power flows from this last, soliloquy.

Kim has accused Don of a lack of understanding of the DPRK’s Dear Leader,

unlike Art, their megalomaniacal, brother.

Juche’s tenets are economic self-sufficiency, military self-reliance and foreign

policy of foreign interests, independent.

For Kim Jong il’s un is the Kim Jong whose power flows from fathers’ militaries.

As he is the brother of Art, and of  Donny.

Only Arthur Everman, of all the men on earth acknowledges Kim’s point of view.

At stake: North Korea’s sovereignty, or a coup.

Arthur knows the poverty of juche (self-reliance), and the power of the songun

(military first), dynasty of Kim Jong il’s …un.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man’s future, more open-ended.

Urantia’s Art, tapped into Halls of Records post 12-21-12, empathizes like many.

But unlike many, his empathy is extraordinary.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty and songun’s power.

Witness too that he has the ear, so to speak, of both of his brothers via a twitter

lifeline to negotiation and compromise on Twitter.

Now Syria, AND Koreas. And, if irony had sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timely.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to a grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and Kim to do, what’s bidden by Him.

THREE PROBLEMS
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three vexing, problems.

Now what? For two brothers, a planet, threaten.

Three problems. Two brothers. One story. A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history. A subplot of creation, are we.

The POTUS has made clear that he’ll deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help

of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger, without help.

If Xi does, that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone, verily,

seemingly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

OF TWITS AND TWEETS

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

LAUGHING MATTERS

A twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American, people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step …instructions.

THE WATCHER

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

NATION LANDS

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are your brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”

ON ACCULTURATION

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily

feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all of the babbling.

English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980

character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it
is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

Hindsight is 20-20. Education is alchemy. There’s wisdom in irony. History’s His story.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Dreaming of what is what was and what may be the learned literati of human history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not seriously regarded, notwithstanding, algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are, quite simply, in

simple, non-scientific jargon, step-by-step instructions.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to His grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and the Kim, to do what’s been bidden, by Him.

ON PARANOIA AND ISLAMOPHOBIA: HISTORY; PAST … PRESENT … AND PROSPECTIVE

Humor Arthur. Imagine, all, that we’re all …  brothers; and that @chachomanopapa‘s Arthur, @uriminzok’s Kim and Don, the @POTUS, tweet … on @twitter.

What follows is history; past, present and prospective. The epic poetry of a dimwitted Arthur Everman petitions for alternative facts, on new medium, twitter.

Imagine that when, on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic happened, in actuality, authors Art, Don and Jong, megalomaniacal cyber brothers, went atwitter.

Imagine as well that while Kim Jong-un and ‘the Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third,  Art, knows them well and that they are overly fond, of their words.

Not so hard to imagine; the three do indeed tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient, as is that of the dimwit, third brother.

Imagine that in dreamy reveries and at soirees Victorian, the three, with history’s visionaries,  connected; eating drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

Imagine too that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds, of men surreally may be used, by man, to make real, aspirations … human.

In reveries, dreamy at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, artists and visionaries with the megalomaniacs, Kim Jong un, the Don and Art did .. meet.

Kim Jong un now tweets world leaders diplomatically. cc: the Don, Nigel Farage, Geert Wilders, Marine le Pen, Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin, et. cetera … on twitter.

Kim Jong un’s brother, the President of US, fancies himself a co-author of a best-seller already, next to the Bible, said he, the book, of all time, the very best-selling.

Of course, ‘The Art of the Deal’  is in reality, a book that was actually written, by a ghost, laboring in, relative anonymity. A legal fiction … that ghostwriting.

“What ten words, do you, to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the republics and nations.”

Now, it had happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain salvation.

“Answer epically and poetically that question and ye may win for both of us, perhaps, salvation,” he continued, as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

“Only poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only my poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.”

Art Everman’s poetry is meant to acculturate! For acculturation is but modification, of behavior, as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual behavior.

So Art Everman writes on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose to
980 character blogs, to a compendium, book; a poor man’s publicity.
“What ten words, do you, to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken
Art. “Answer that in poems, to the republics and nations.”

Is it possible for ye humans to be more like bees? For ye must be more like bees if ye are ever to be one community. To be or not … to be?

Most certainly, ye must be more like bees if ye hope to ever be, one community. To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity,  the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance. This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy, this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him, it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Do heed Penemue,  for I am the one and only Watcher of the original 400, left too do (what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?” An intriguing question; the inception to an
alchemical introspection and … transformation.

That question, posed to Arthur (Art) Everman, post 9-11, was asked of Art, by a faceless one. “Who”, asked Art, “are you?” “Your counterpart” …

… he replied … cryptically . “More specifically, I am, Art, Penemue,  a fallen angel.” 400 (200 princes and 200 followers), fathered … the Nephilim.

Nephilim (the giant men of renown in Genesis) were fathered by the fallen. All but three of  the 400 are in chains a-waiting the Day of Judgment.

The chained are the fallen angels who married and commenced in unions with human women, and who taught … knowledge … forbidden.

The unchained three remain unchained because they married and fathered not, Nephilim and because what they taught (wo)men, to Him, answered.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim, three, albeit fallen, revealed knowledge … not forbidden.

Fear of Muslims in US, fear of Muslims in a European, Union; fear of Muslims seemingly, near everywhere; must it forever be us, versus them?

It may be, albeit, unlikely, that visionaries step up. Arthur Everman’s poetry, a letter to the nations, a la the poetry, of my dear Emily.

Arthur’s poetry is, a la Emily’s Dickinson’s, a letter to the world, a la Willy’s, plays on words and a la Rumi’s, ruminations on mysteries.

Art draws inspiration from the lives of the poets; from the westerners Emily Dickinson and Willy Shakespeare, to an easterner known as Rumi.

From history’s poets, philosophers and scientists Arthur draws inspiration; and from Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s most magnificent creations.

Platformless, Art writes on 3 telling, levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose into 980 character blog logs and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

Kim communes with his cyber brothers, President Don, Arthur, and history’s luminaries, nightly.

 

Kim dreams, surreally, with Don, Arthur, and history’s luminaries, about peace, and prosperity.

 

So Kim, Don and Art dreamt, mused, spoke, wrote, tweeted, blogged and  penned, surreally,

psychotherapy; poetry in need of, but, photography.

Earthlings!

@Uriminzok @POTUS and @CHACHOMANOPAPA

@Uriminzok @POTUS and Art:

You lack nothing. Use what I gave you. – God

넌 부족한 게 없어. 내가 준 것을 잘 사용해. – 하나님

Art: I think, He means, @twitter!

 

@Uriminzok @Xijinping:

Talent wins games, but teamwork wins championships. – @MichaelJordan

재능은 게임을 이기게 해주지만 팀워크는 우승을 하게해 준다.

Give peace … a chance.

 

@Uriminzok:

Trust is like an eraser, it gets smaller and smaller after every mistake.

신뢰는 지우개와 같다. 실수를 할 때 마다 조금씩 조금씩 줄어드니까.

cc:  @CNN@UN

Life is too short to be wasted on hating people.

인생은 사람들을 미워하며 허비하기엔 너무 짧다.

cc: @Khamenei_ir @netanyahu @CNN @UN

@MoveOn @Twitter @GLBLCTZN

Actions speaks louder than words But there comes a time when words

speak clearer than actions.

말보다 행동이 더크게 말하지만 가끔은 말이 행동보다 더 정확하게

말할때도 있다.

Pangaea: 196 nations; 4200 religions; 6500 languages; but what if, to protest,

only one language, #twitter-ese, is best. cc: @uriminzok @POTUS

Verily, there are times when words speak more clearly, than actions. A Watcher

of us summoned … Kim, Don and Arthur. cc: @uriminzok @POTUS

THINK YOU KNOW TRUMP? THINK AGAIN

: Think you know Donald Trump? For God’s sake, only

one of the candidates for POTUS thinks that he is the one, and the only.

: Think you know Donald Trump? For the sake of children

only one candidate for POTUS, most threatens our beloved, children.

: Think you know Donald Trump? For the sake of country,

re-think. One candidate only, most endangers, our beloved, country.

: Think you know Donald Trump? Do think again. Security

matters, matter.  A polarizing candidate enhances not, our security.

: Know Donald Trump? Reconsider. Think again; family

matters, matter. We are brothers’ keepers; the quintessence, of family.

: Know Donald Trump? Think again; reconsider. Community

matters matter, at home and abroad. Engagement, fosters communities.

: Why dump Trump? The Wharton grad favors insularity,

as policy, like, China; like, North Korea; icons of human, insularity.

 

 

 

A DIALOGUE WITH THE ISLAMIC STATE’S ABU BAKR AL-BAGDADI

On a dialogue with the Islamic State; Abu has delegated to speak, for him,

Daulat Islamiyah, . cc:

Abu has delegated to speak for him, out of concern for the Caliph’s safety,

Daulat Islamiyah, to speak for him. cc:  @ABC                       

Daulat Islamiyah, speaking for Abu, shall tweet with Art first about the Qu’ran’s

verse, V. 2:62. cc:

Art Everman to Daulat Islamiya: “I study Scripture; Old Testament, New Testament

and Qu’ran”. cc:

“I study and relate Scriptures; Abraham’s Old Testament, Jesus’ New Testament

and Muhammad’s, Qu’ran.” cc:

Recapitulation: The Islamic State’s Caliph, al-Bagdadi, delegates Daulat Islamiyah

to dialogue with Arthur … .

On an agenda (predetermined) an Islamic State’s Daulat Islamiyah and Arty

debate Qu’ranic verses V. 2:62, V. 17:33, V. 17;23-38 and V. 42:40.

Before debating Qu’ranic verses V. 2:62, V. 17:33, V. 17:23-38 and V. 42:40,

Art asks, “Isn’t IS … more about power … than religiosity?”

@RealDonaldTrump To POTUS Wannabes

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes preparing for, 2020: @RandPaul; for God’s sake re-do your hair! In all things, emulate me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes in preparation for 2020: @Chrischristie; verily, train your mouth. In all things, emulate me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes in preparation for 2020: @JohnKasich; verily, speak biblically; in all things … emulate me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes preparing for 2020: @GovMikeHuckabee; verily, speak biblically. In all things … emulate me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes in preparation for 2020: @RealBenCarson; verily, speak biblically. In all things, emulate me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes in preparation for 2020: @JebBush; verily, speak truly biblically; in all things, emulate me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes in preparation for 2020: @SenTedCruz; verily, speak biblically. In all things emulate … me.

@RealDonaldTrump‘s advice to 2016 GOP wannabes preparing for 2020: @CarlyFiorina; verily, speak biblically. Emulate me. DEFER, woman, to me!

PANGAEA’S DESTINY

Pangaea: 196 nations; 4200 religions; 6500 languages; too many labels for one

sub species sharing one home, in nonfictional .

Religionism and nationalism are the twin threats to sub species homo sapiens sapiens,

in this most surreally, nonfictional, .

That one sub species that shares one home, is our very own homo sapiens, sapiens

(twice wise [wo]man), in this nonfictional .

Why not evolve towards a global secular government with a Golden Rule the one

and only, commandment … in nonfictional … ?

Changes in frames of reference (values and beliefs) are not limited in ,

to individual behavior modification, in nonfiction.

Irony’s the hallmark of His story, history. Change in frame of reference how-tos, in

, are in AN ATLAS POETIC, in nonfiction.

Pangaea: 196 nations; 4200 religions; 6500 languages; but why not just one

label, for the one sub species, sharing one home?

TRUMPIAN CHRONICLES: EPIGRAMS; 36-42

: I, , am a grandson of German immigrant, Friedrich Drumpf;

I am too a wannabe POTUS, the one and only, .

: I, , am a grandson of German immigrant, Friedrich Drumpf;

Chronicles is where I tell the truth about .

: I, , am the grandson of German immigrant, Friedrich Drumpf;

Chronicles; the unconscious conscience of .

: I, , am the grandson of German immigrant, Friedrich Drumpf;

Chronicles chronicles truths and lies, of .

: I, , am the grandson of German immigrant, Friedrich Drumpf;

a megalomaniacal xenophobe is the .

: I, , am the grandson of German immigrant, Friedrich Drumpf;

walls ‘tween men built and books sold … .

I, , do solemnly swear that if I dupe the American people, a wall,

I’ll build, women, I’ll cherish, and books … I’ll sell.