Vlad. Xi. Kim. Don. Mo; and Art. Five presidents and a single department store, store-greeter; these are the unlikely authors of MAYDAYS.

MAYDAYS chronicles the days since Don descended — as if — from Heaven. And today, Thursday, marks the 1525th, such day.

Today’s the 1525th such day. Vlad. Xi. Kim. Don. Mo; and Art. Four presidents, a Crown Prince and a single (divorced), store-greeter; the unlikely

authors of an unlikely, collaboration; verses linked into epic poetry, chronicling nonfiction, fictionally.

MAYDAYS: Verse linked into epic poetry. An algorithm fashioned into panaceas for Pangaea. To present to mankind Art’s art; to lessen

pandemonium coming from the opening of Pandora’s box. Presenting a new, genre; and it’s interactive, fictional, nonfiction.

MAYDAYS: Couplet verse linked into, epic, poetry. A long-ass, algorithm; panaceas, for Pangaea. To re-present to mankind, a magical, reality.

Presenting a new, genre, allegorical. Because it’s interactive; it’s fictional; and it’s, nonfictional, seemingly.

MAYDAYS: A call to visionaries. From Art and Vlad’s Cabal. Featuring Twitter Diplomacy; to confess crimes; to not do time and be given

even more trust. Prayers, in verse. Linked into, epic poetry. In a long-ass, algorithm, panaceas, for Pangaea, are given.

MAYDAYS: A call to visionaries. From Arthur. And also from Vlad’s Cabal. Featuring Twitter Diplomacy; to confess crimes, not do time and be,

trusted. Prayers, in verse. Linked into epic poetry. A long-ass algorithm; panaceas for Pangaea; to be or not to be?

In soirée last night on Luna each member of Vladimir’s Cabal arose to address the multitude assembled on her surface. And in succession, they

all proclaimed: “All hail Vladimir, the President of Russia and The Master, of all of the Universes … this day.”

Witness Don’s very own words in soirée last night when he said — and magically, concurrently — tweeted, “My strategy is to win in 2020. To

stay out of prison. To make lots of money for us, of the Cabal. Fear me not, Vladimir. And send not to US, assassins … too.”

“All hail Vladimir; the President of Russia and the Master — of the Universes — today.” In soirée on Luna last night each member, moreover,

did say to the visionaries gathered, “All hail President Vladimir; Vladimir is — at least, for today — its Master.”

All hail President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin. On Urantia, he’s the President of Russia. And Vladimir is, additionally, on this very same day,

as well, President of the Cabal, that rules over us. And the Master of the Universes — at least … for today.

Pandora’s Box or Pangaea’s Panacea? Not as easy, as it sounds. For no matter what truths the Cabal’s brothers may

say on Luna, they routinely belie it the following day on Urantia; Prayers, in verse. Linked into epic poetry. To be, or not to be … someday?

And the plot, thickens. Some Democrats hope that a focus on corruption and self-dealing could give their effort to oust the President

the momentum that former special counsel Robert Mueller’s Report to Congress was unable to muster, against, the President.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er before seen. Thanks to Don and his band of brothers the planet’s become, no man’s land. Futures rise and fall on demand,

with news. Trade wars fester. Tariffs; renewed weapons; clubs to bash collectively … the heads, of man.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er, ere seen. Thanks to Vlad’s man Don, Urantia’s become, no man’s land. Futures — on their commands —

rising and falling with news, real and fake. Trade wars of economic attrition may, nonetheless, trigger, real war … for man.

Trade wars of economic attrition may trigger bloody real war. We have, in our collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; another, Arthur’s.

Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s Panacea’. The choice is clear. We must, open, Arthur’s.

Ye have in your collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; the other, Arthur’s. Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s

Panacea’. The choice is clear. Ye must, open Arthur’s if ye hope to timely, save yourselves and save, too, Pangaea.

There’s a lot of irony and an intelligent design, seemingly, in everything, natural. Even one unschooled, still, senses Him, in everything.

Everything tho, is a lot of things. Natural, physical things; and metaphysical things. There’s a lot, to everything.

Everything; a lot of things. Natural, physical things; metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly —

there’s a lot — to everything. Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy.

Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy. Everything’s a lot of things. Natural, physical things;

metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly, there is a lot, to everything.

There’s an intelligent design in all this evil tragedy — love and — comedy. Everything verily, is lots of things. Natural physical things and even

metaphysical things; dark matter and energy. MAYDAYS: a Cabal’s apology, and prayer, to a planet’s, citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal for their respective roles in a system that subjugates their citizens and a prayer to the citizen-stewards

of the planet. To allow those who have subjugated them — to continue to govern them — the planet’s … stewards.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder and mayhem. For endemic corruption. For systems that subjugate their denizen, citizens.

MAYDAYS’ prayer from the de facto governors of the planet: Allow them yet to serve in the governance of their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder; mayhem; corruption; and systems subjugating their denizen, citizens.

Apologies and prayers from the de facto, governors of the planet: They apologize and promise, not to abuse, their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Insincere apologies and insincere prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all of the murder, mayhem and corruption; and systems

subjugating their denizen, citizens. Apologies and prayers; from a Cabal; apologizing and promising, not to abuse their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; in an algorithm; in a poem, epic. Apologizing; and promising not to abuse further, their

citizens. Insincere apologies and prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all the murder, mayhem, and corrupt systems, there.

In MAYDAYS, Vladimir’s Cabal’s members, to their crimes, confess. And also, apologize. They pray they be allowed, to continue, to govern.

Not hung from the nearest tree. To that end this algorithm; this epic poem; so that one day the children, over their own children, may govern.

Urantia. Home to homo sapiens; self-named ‘wise man’. Both planet and people created and owned by, The Almighty Creator. Pangaea’s Panacea

fills one, art-laden, box. Leave Pandora’s jinn-filled box, closed. Open the one that’s labeled, “Pangaea’s Panacea”.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er before seen. Thanks to Don and his band of brothers the planet’s become, no man’s land. Futures rise and fall on demand,

with news. Trade wars fester. Tariffs; renewed weapons; clubs to bash collectively … the heads, of man.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er, ere seen. Thanks to Vlad’s man Don, Urantia’s become, no man’s land. Futures — on their commands —

rising and falling with news, real and fake. Trade wars of economic attrition may, nonetheless, trigger, real war … for man.

Trade wars of economic attrition may trigger bloody real war. We have, in our collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; another, Arthur’s.

Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s Panacea’. The choice is clear. We must, open, Arthur’s.

Ye have in your collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; the other, Arthur’s. Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s

Panacea’. The choice is clear. Ye must, open Arthur’s if ye hope to timely, save yourselves and save, too, Pangaea.

There’s a lot of irony and an intelligent design, seemingly, in everything, natural. Even one unschooled, still, senses Him, in everything.

Everything tho, is a lot of things. Natural, physical things; and metaphysical things. There’s a lot, to everything.

Everything; a lot of things. Natural, physical things; metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly —

there’s a lot — to everything. Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy.

Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy. Everything’s a lot of things. Natural, physical things;

metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly, there is a lot, to everything.

There’s an intelligent design in all this evil tragedy — love and — comedy. Everything verily, is lots of things. Natural physical things and even

metaphysical things; dark matter and energy. MAYDAYS: a Cabal’s apology, and prayer, to a planet’s, citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal for their respective roles in a system that subjugates their citizens and a prayer to the citizen-stewards

of the planet. To allow those who have subjugated them — to continue to govern them — the planet’s … stewards.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder and mayhem. For endemic corruption. For systems that subjugate their denizen, citizens.

MAYDAYS’ prayer from the de facto governors of the planet: Allow them yet to serve in the governance of their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder; mayhem; corruption; and systems subjugating their denizen, citizens.

Apologies and prayers from the de facto, governors of the planet: They apologize and promise, not to abuse, their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Insincere apologies and insincere prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all of the murder, mayhem and corruption; and systems

subjugating their denizen, citizens. Apologies and prayers; from a Cabal; apologizing and promising, not to abuse their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; in an algorithm; in a poem, epic. Apologizing; and promising not to abuse further, their

citizens. Insincere apologies and prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all the murder, mayhem, and corrupt systems, there.

In MAYDAYS, Vladimir’s Cabal’s members, to their crimes, confess. And also, apologize. They pray they be allowed, to continue, to govern.

Not hung from the nearest tree. To that end this algorithm; this epic poem; so that one day the children, over their own children, may govern.

Urantia. Home to homo sapiens; self-named ‘wise man’. Both planet and people created and owned by, The Almighty Creator. Pangaea’s Panacea

fills one, art-laden, box. Leave Pandora’s jinn-filled box, closed. Open the one that’s labeled, “Pangaea’s Panacea”.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er before seen. Thanks to Don and his band of brothers the planet’s become, no man’s land. Futures rise and fall on demand,

with news. Trade wars fester. Tariffs; renewed weapons; clubs to bash collectively … the heads, of man.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er, ere seen. Thanks to Vlad’s man Don, Urantia’s become, no man’s land. Futures — on their commands —

rising and falling with news, real and fake. Trade wars of economic attrition may, nonetheless, trigger, real war … for man.

Trade wars of economic attrition may trigger bloody real war. We have, in our collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; another, Arthur’s.

Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s Panacea’. The choice is clear. We must, open, Arthur’s.

Ye have in your collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; the other, Arthur’s. Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s

Panacea’. The choice is clear. Ye must, open Arthur’s if ye hope to timely, save yourselves and save, too, Pangaea.

There’s a lot of irony and an intelligent design, seemingly, in everything, natural. Even one unschooled, still, senses Him, in everything.

Everything tho, is a lot of things. Natural, physical things; and metaphysical things. There’s a lot, to everything.

Everything; a lot of things. Natural, physical things; metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly —

there’s a lot — to everything. Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy.

Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy. Everything’s a lot of things. Natural, physical things;

metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly, there is a lot, to everything.

There’s an intelligent design in all this evil tragedy — love and — comedy. Everything verily, is lots of things. Natural physical things and even

metaphysical things; dark matter and energy. MAYDAYS: a Cabal’s apology, and prayer, to a planet’s, citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal for their respective roles in a system that subjugates their citizens and a prayer to the citizen-stewards

of the planet. To allow those who have subjugated them — to continue to govern them — the planet’s … stewards.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder and mayhem. For endemic corruption. For systems that subjugate their denizen, citizens.

MAYDAYS’ prayer from the de facto governors of the planet: Allow them yet to serve in the governance of their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder; mayhem; corruption; and systems subjugating their denizen, citizens.

Apologies and prayers from the de facto, governors of the planet: They apologize and promise, not to abuse, their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Insincere apologies and insincere prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all of the murder, mayhem and corruption; and systems

subjugating their denizen, citizens. Apologies and prayers; from a Cabal; apologizing and promising, not to abuse their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; in an algorithm; in a poem, epic. Apologizing; and promising not to abuse further, their

citizens. Insincere apologies and prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all the murder, mayhem, and corrupt systems, there.

In MAYDAYS, Vladimir’s Cabal’s members, to their crimes, confess. And also, apologize. They pray they be allowed, to continue, to govern.

Not hung from the nearest tree. To that end this algorithm; this epic poem; so that one day the children, over their own children, may govern.

Urantia. Home to homo sapiens; self-named ‘wise man’. Both planet and people created and owned by, The Almighty Creator. Pangaea’s Panacea

fills one, art-laden, box. Leave Pandora’s jinn-filled box, closed. Open the one that’s labeled, “Pangaea’s Panacea”.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er before seen. Thanks to Don and his band of brothers the planet’s become, no man’s land. Futures rise and fall on demand,

with news. Trade wars fester. Tariffs; renewed weapons; clubs to bash collectively … the heads, of man.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er, ere seen. Thanks to Vlad’s man Don, Urantia’s become, no man’s land. Futures — on their commands —

rising and falling with news, real and fake. Trade wars of economic attrition may, nonetheless, trigger, real war … for man.

Trade wars of economic attrition may trigger bloody real war. We have, in our collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; another, Arthur’s.

Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s Panacea’. The choice is clear. We must, open, Arthur’s.

Ye have in your collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; the other, Arthur’s. Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s

Panacea’. The choice is clear. Ye must, open Arthur’s if ye hope to timely, save yourselves and save, too, Pangaea.

There’s a lot of irony and an intelligent design, seemingly, in everything, natural. Even one unschooled, still, senses Him, in everything.

Everything tho, is a lot of things. Natural, physical things; and metaphysical things. There’s a lot, to everything.

Everything; a lot of things. Natural, physical things; metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly —

there’s a lot — to everything. Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy.

Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy. Everything’s a lot of things. Natural, physical things;

metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly, there is a lot, to everything.

There’s an intelligent design in all this evil tragedy — love and — comedy. Everything verily, is lots of things. Natural physical things and even

metaphysical things; dark matter and energy. MAYDAYS: a Cabal’s apology, and prayer, to a planet’s, citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal for their respective roles in a system that subjugates their citizens and a prayer to the citizen-stewards

of the planet. To allow those who have subjugated them — to continue to govern them — the planet’s … stewards.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder and mayhem. For endemic corruption. For systems that subjugate their denizen, citizens.

MAYDAYS’ prayer from the de facto governors of the planet: Allow them yet to serve in the governance of their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder; mayhem; corruption; and systems subjugating their denizen, citizens.

Apologies and prayers from the de facto, governors of the planet: They apologize and promise, not to abuse, their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Insincere apologies and insincere prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all of the murder, mayhem and corruption; and systems

subjugating their denizen, citizens. Apologies and prayers; from a Cabal; apologizing and promising, not to abuse their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; in an algorithm; in a poem, epic. Apologizing; and promising not to abuse further, their

citizens. Insincere apologies and prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all the murder, mayhem, and corrupt systems, there.

In MAYDAYS, Vladimir’s Cabal’s members, to their crimes, confess. And also, apologize. They pray they be allowed, to continue, to govern.

Not hung from the nearest tree. To that end this algorithm; this epic poem; so that one day the children, over their own children, may govern.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er before seen. Thanks to Don and his band of brothers the planet’s become, no man’s land. Futures rise and fall on demand,

with news. Trade wars fester. Tariffs; renewed weapons; clubs to bash collectively … the heads, of man.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er, ere seen. Thanks to Vlad’s man Don, Urantia’s become, no man’s land. Futures — on their commands —

rising and falling with news, real and fake. Trade wars of economic attrition may, nonetheless, trigger, real war … for man.

Trade wars of economic attrition may trigger bloody real war. We have, in our collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; another, Arthur’s.

Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s Panacea’. The choice is clear. We must, open, Arthur’s.

Ye have in your collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; the other, Arthur’s. Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s

Panacea’. The choice is clear. Ye must, open Arthur’s if ye hope to timely, save yourselves and save, too, Pangaea.

There’s a lot of irony and an intelligent design, seemingly, in everything, natural. Even one unschooled, still, senses Him, in everything.

Everything tho, is a lot of things. Natural, physical things; and metaphysical things. There’s a lot, to everything.

Everything; a lot of things. Natural, physical things; metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly —

there’s a lot — to everything. Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy.

Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy. Everything’s a lot of things. Natural, physical things;

metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly, there is a lot, to everything.

Make Urantia (Earth) cool, again! President Don’s been rejecting mainstream climate science; not promoting, stabilizing options, again

and again; not fighting the existential crisis, that is, global warming. Let US make — Urantia (Earth) — cool … again!

Some seem to be positively rooting for the nation to either stumble into recession or be plunged into war with Iran. Frustrated on those fronts, they

are now pinning their hopes on Dorian’s storm fronts. But Don doesn’t need any help, bumbling, most days.

President Donald operates the way Hurricane Dorian has operated; lots of destruction and chaos are going on and no clear path, towards where,

it’s heading. An ad hoc presidency relying on instinct, not any policy process; juggling with all balls in the air.

Losing his grip is The Don; on his presidency; his reelection; on his very sanity. Above all things, it is the specter of a recession that’s been

haunting Don the most. Recession; a haunting specter, all the more haunting, because it’s actually, happening.

Some models yet have Dorian coming over the peninsula. That may produce life-threatening storm surge and hurricane force winds. In Florida,

uncertainty rules. And the cone of uncertainty includes a lot of areas on the east coast of Florida and even into central and north Florida.

European models continue to have Hurricane Dorian coming in over the peninsula, producing, life-threatening storm surge and hurricane force

winds, like no one in Florida’s, ever seen. Uncertainty, rules. And uncertainty delays Don’s use, of nuclear, force.

Poor Hurricane Dorian; an upstart male excelling in the rarified air once exclusively the province of predominantly female, hurricanes.

Tied for 8th for highest sustained winds in the Atlantic, Dorian, strengthens. A killer lurks, in Dorian, the hurricane.

Although scientists can’t definitively say the climate crisis is leading to more intense hurricanes, scientists have found that the sinking ground,

due to global warming exacerbates the impact of Atlantic, hurricanes. On this — The Don — is coming, around.

On global warming Don’s finally coming around. Not, believe ye me because he wants to, but rather because he has to, to get elected. ‘Tis

what it ‘tis Willy last night in soirée said they’d say — in the old days — at the Globe. ‘Tis ever … what, it ‘tis.

On global warming Don’s finally coming around. Not, believe ye me because he wants to — but rather because, he has to — to get elected.

‘Tis what it ‘tis Willy last night in soirée said they’d say, in the old days, at the Globe. It’s hard to get elected; harder still, re-elected.

“If it’s hard to get elected — harder still is it to be re-elected,” Willy said last night in the Cabal’s, nightly, lunar, soirée, pausing dramatically, before

continuing, “The apprentice-in-chief ought consider background checks and planting trees along, the Mexican … border.”

“That’s what’s wrong with Brits. Take Boris … please. THUD! No one even feigning a smile, weakly, The Don said, “Willy — why? Pray tell why

my ideas; background checks and planting trees along the border. Why does no one, believe me? Tell me Willy, why?”

With just 205 miles between Dorian and the Florida coastline Don declared Sunday on Twitter that this Labor Day storm incredibly’s “looking

like one of the largest hurricanes ever.” Humble is Don. Everyone knows that Don himself is the largest storm going.

UPDATE on Hurricane Dorian: As of 5 in the morning, Bahamians are yet being pounded by the slow-moving, Dorian. Floridians, Dorian‘s first

effects, are just now, beginning, to feel. A near unheard of, category 5, hurricane, is threatening ‘America, First’.

A near unheard of category 5 hurricane is threatening President Donald’s vision of a country and indeed, an entire planet accepting,

even if not believing the racist and anti-Christian, ‘America First’ dog whistle, Don is, characteristically … whistling.

UPDATED FORECAST: Dorian is expected to curve to the northeast parallel to the U.S. Southeast seaboard. It’s expected to the shore,

stay close to; hammering the coast with dangerous winds and heavy surf. And officials warn, it may make, landfall, for sure.

UPDATED FORECAST: Dorian
may make landfall, albeit not, for sure. Landfall; where and when? Those are the questions Floridians about Dorian,

wonder. Dorian is expected to the shore, stay close; hammering the coast with high winds and heavy surf, is Dorian.

UPDATED FORECAST: Dorian is expected to shore, stay close; hammering the coast with high winds heavy surf and flooding, is Dorian.

Dorian may yet make landfall. Landfall; where and when? These are the questions, southeasterners are asking … about Dorian.

UPDATED FORECAST: Danger, lurks. Especially, when one is not looking, directly, at it. While American eyes are transfixed on Hurricane Dorian,

Dorian masks the movements of Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don and Mo. There’s more happening here than just Hurricane, Dorian.

Nuts are a good source of unsaturated fat and boast, unlike Don — but little saturated — fat. They have protein, minerals, vitamins, fiber,

phytosterols and polyphenols benefiting, hearts. For lower risks from heart disease, eat nuts twice a week, forever.

Downgraded in intensity to a cat-4, Dorian’s decreasing intensity over the Bahamas is news, bittersweet; due to Dorian’s slowing, then its stopping,

over them. Even a small deviation may draw the storm’s dangerous core — to American shores — come calling.

For some, a rite of passage; for some, a 4th time in 4 years: It’s hurricane evacuation time in US. And since this year’s Dorian has proven,

unpredictable, he may veer onshore almost anywhere along the southeastern, coast. Don’s golfing, it’s been proven.

He-man Dorian’s proven unpredictable. “As unpredictable as any woman,” President Don was overheard complaining to his golf

troupe, today. “God damn, Dorian,” he said. Don’s been golfing, it’s been proven. To ponder global issues, President Don, plays golf.

Dorian’s killed 5 thus far. Many more, doubtless, are feared, dead. Meanwhile, along America‘s long, hurricane-susceptible, coastline,

southeastern, a fate, possibly, similar awaits, many. Next in line; the Florida, Georgia and … Carolina … coastlines.

Next in line; the Florida, Georgia and Carolina, coastlines. Dorian’s killed 5 thus far. Many more, doubtless, are indeed, dead. Meanwhile, along

America‘s long hurricane-susceptible, coastline southeastern, a fate similar may await many, before, too long.

DORIAN UPDATE: Stationary over the Bahamas, the National Hurricane Center says Dorian’s expected to move “dangerously close” Monday

through Wednesday evening to Florida’s coast then move north to coastal Georgia and South Carolina Wednesday and Thursday.

DORIAN UPDATE: Hurricane Dorian’s expected to move “dangerously close” Monday through Wednesday night to Florida’s coast then moving

through coastal Georgia and South Carolina Wednesday and Thursday. Don’s on double duty for his flock, golfing and praying.

DORIAN UPDATE: Don’s been doing double duty for his flock and his country, golfing, and praying. Hurricane Dorian’s expected to move

“dangerously close” to Florida’s coast then north thru coastal Georgia and South Carolina Wednesday and Thursday … move.

Don’s doing double duty. On Saturday and Sunday, golfing and praying. Dorian’s expected to approach, dangerously close, Wednesday,

Florida’s coast. Then north thru coastal Georgia and South Carolina. It has been Don’s praying that’s keeping Dorian, at bay.

And it may come to pass, if indeed Dorian ceases and desists from threatening US that The Don may well have his balls, brassy enough, to say,

uber-hypocritically, “‘Twas my praying that’s been keeping Dorian, at bay. ‘Tis my praying that has him … go … away.

UPDATE: The latest calls for him to pass near Florida’s coast Tuesday night through Wednesday evening; close to Georgia and South Carolina

shorelines Wednesday night into Thursday when he may be close or over the promontory sticking out of North, Carolina.

By Friday night and into the weekend, we’ll be from Dorian, drying out. And burying, our dead. The latest prediction of Dorian’s trajectory’s

calling for US, a really close call. A course along the coast may well be the very worst, of various trajectories.

The hurricane season thus far has been riveting; thoroughly, entertaining; more importantly, it has been thoroughly, distracting.
Distracting

to the media; and to the public. The hurricane season; deadly. But thanks to Dorian it has been … distracting.

Don’s abandonment of the idea of the presidency as a position of moral leadership (leading by example) may be along with his assault on the facts

and the truth, the most dangerous elements, of his legacy. Add … Twitter, Diplomacy — as a matter of — fact.