Did President Don misspeak yet again today? Or just let loose yet another, lie? Touting a ‘secret plan to swiftly win the war, against the Taliban, in Afghanistan,

at a cost of but ten million lives, he’s blabbed (perhaps), plans, to nuke … Afghanistan.

Good advice, for the Dems. Neither preach nor teach; ye must impeach. Don’t give speeches; ye must impeach. If the law is breached ye must impeach.

If not a reach ye must impeach. If no day at the beach (and, it won’t be) … STILL … YE MUST … IMPEACH.

Good advice for Bob: Ye hold more than the fate of our democracy in your hands — in this — your climactic, role. There’s a larger picture, to consider.

For reasons, mystical. For reasons, metaphysical. There is a far larger, picture to dutifully, consider.

Witness Puerto Rico preparing today for the most massive protests ever in its history; protests to expel, Governor Ricky. He’s the one whose career Don

ended with but a handshake upon the passing of Maria. And Vlad is pleased with the toxicity, of The Don.

Vlad’s been pleased with his double agent’s, toxicity. Witness demonstrations in Puerto Rico’s, San Juan, today. Demonstrations, passionate. Like demonstrations,

in Hong Kong. On the island, the most massive, protests, ever; now, … week-long … demonstrations.

These are not our fathers’ dictators. France, Great Britain and the UN, are out. Saudi Arabia and North Korea, are in. Tweets, are in. Treaties, are out.

There’s nothing official about the new order. It’s all, unofficial; who with Vladimir is in … and who’s out.

It’s all quite, unofficial; and so surreally, ironic that the deep state that Don oft rails against is less a national deep state than, an international one. Ye

won’t find such a totally implausible, conspiracy, theory in mainstream, media. Only, from Arty.

MAYDAYS: Surreality, become real. And an Arthur from the future is come to an author, become, in art’s poetry, your own MAYDAYS, raconteur.

Raconteur, of egalitarianism; your 280- character, story teller. Your friendly neighborhood, Urantian … raconteur.

EUREKA! Arthur has found it! A sweet spot in Twitter’s algorithm; that spot in the space of a tweet’s 280 spaces that may yield, concise, couplet, verse.

Tweets, linked, in series, may tell, even stories, epic; like Art’s story of man’s universe, in verse.

Tweets linked in series may tell stories, epic; like Art’s story of man’s universe, in verse. A sweet spot in Twitter’s algorithm yields, concise, couplet, verse.

Versing: The legacy, of The Don if he flip-flops and becomes, of what he is, the … inverse.

An epic story from tweets linked in series may be told. Like Art’s story, of man and his universe, in verse. The Donald’s fine verse

and that of his brothers may yet be, a legacy. They’re but a flip-flop away from becoming … from what they are … the inverse.

Epic stories from tweets linked in series may be told. Like Arthur’s story, of man and his universe in verse. The Donald’s fine verse;

and the fine verse, of his brothers, may yet be, legacy. A flip-flop away from becoming, from what they are, the inverse.

Tweets linked in series make for epic stories. Like Art’s story of man and his universe in verse. The Don’s fine verse

as well as the equally, very fine verse, of his brothers may yet be a legacy being but flip-flops away from being what they are … inverse.

But flip-flops away from reversing in verse what they actually are, are Art and his co-author, dictator, brothers: In amends for what’s done, done, verse;

in support of applications to continue ruling. An allegorical, story; man and His universe, in verse.

An allegorical story; man, and His universe in verse.
HIS universe: The Big Guy; the eye in the sky. His all-seeing eye is seeing

what the Watcher’s been reporting. And He’s angry, with US. He’s angry especially with US. Especially with the one … presiding.

He’s angry with US. With Don, especially. Now, everyone’s angry and getting angrier. IbS has a beef with Iran. Xi gets Hong Kong‘s citizens’, lip.

Kim feels power, slipping. Vlad too feels, he’s losing his grip. Don’s gone rogue; And everybody’s, tripping.

Everybody’s tripping. Witness Evangelicals allied in Don’s lies with white supremacists. Witness too, the toxic effect Vlad’s Don-toxin is having on men

less stable than him. Don’s deep state delusion driving one, to murder. God have mercy on him; and Don.

Implausibly, but not, unsurprisingly, Don’s deep state delusion drives some to violence; even, murder. God have mercy on him; and President Don.

Everybody’s tripping. Witness the toxic effect Vlad’s Don-toxin is having on men, less stable than … The Don.

There are men less stable than The Don. But there’s no one on the whole wide planet, less genius, than him. On Donald’s deep state delusion; Indeed, everybody’s,

tripping. Witness the toxic effect Vladimir’s Don-toxin is having on darn near … everybody.

Vlad says I’ve excelled in dividing the nation, asking I keep up, my excellent, work. So, let US not forget 9-11. Blame the Muslim American, woman, Ilhan

Omar. And send her and her kind back to Somalia. Back to wherever her brown and black kind, come from.

@GOP @dcccc: God forbid anyone take matters, into their hands. Assassinating, him. Making of him, a martyr; to supremacists intolerantly, white.

He’s trashed 200 years of history. Inciting violence, is Don. Against all, not, lilly white.
cc: @SecretService

@Pravitelstvo_RF @GOP @dccc: A Vlad-made, world order. Vlad‘s mole at Twitter works to neutralize, Art’s

tweets. As the Cabal move, to Art, neutralize. Vlad’s, ambivalent. Don’s gone, rogue. He defers on killing Don. Not so … Art.
cc: @SecretService @FCC

Oblivious are we. And naturally skeptical of criticism of sometimes, great leaders. But these are not your father’s, dictators. A world order,

Vladimir-engineered, unknowingly upon US, is foisted. But only seemingly oblivious are we, to new, world, orders.

Did Don say it? Yes he did. “I was not happy with it. I disagree with it,” the president said in reference to the chants. “I didn’t say that; they did.”

“Send her back!” — echoes across a nation fraught, with racial tension. Don lies. He does. And, he did.

“Send her back,” Don, led. And a chant, a mantra, arose. Only to say, later, “I didn’t say that; they did.” Don lies. He does. He did. He’ll lie until he’s dead.

When one’s a star, one can do, whatever, one wants. He’ll … lie in his wants until … dead.

When one’s a star one can do whatever one wants. He’ll lie in his wants until he’s stone cold, dead. “Send her back,” Don, led. And from the undead,

onlooking, a chant, a mantra, arose. He later said, “I didn’t say that; they did.” He’ll lie, until he’s dead.

Duly following The Don’s lead, from the undead onlooking arose a chant, a mantra. Don later said, “I didn’t say that; they did.” He’ll lie, until he’s dead.

When one’s a star one can do whatever one wants, one may recall, he’d previously, pompously, said.

When one’s a star one can do whatever one wants Don had previously, pompously, said. From undead, racists, onlooking arose a chant; “Send her

back.” Don later said, “I didn’t say that; they did. But she is a brown woman. In truth, I can’t … respect her.”

Verily, the gentle Congesswoman from Minnesota, Ilhan Omar, is a brown woman. And a Muslim. In truth, I can’t very well, respect her.”

Forget not, 9-11. And besides, Vladimir has said I’m doing a good job here; and ordered me to make an example … of her.

“If you stay silent, you become an accomplice,” Tirado said, who attended the massive Wednesday march in Old San Juan with her family. “He can no

longer represent us.” Parallels may be drawn, between the stories of Ricky and Don, no one but Art … knows.

No one knows what ye are about to learn. Were the truth known about what’s happening Urantians would violently, revolt. On solutions, President

Donald, to complex problems; on climate, migration and corruption and AI (artificial intelligence) Mr President.

No one knows what ye are about to learn. Prominent were AI, hypersonic missiles, robotics and the American war booty, island territory; Puerto Rico;

at last night’s soirée, lunar. Impacting upon climate, migration and corruption, is, Arthur’s, Puerto Rico.

No one knows what ye are about to learn. Impacting upon the climate crisis, human migration and systematic corruption, is, Arthur’s, Puerto Rico.

Maria ravaged us. And Don savaged us. Don’s hand Ricky shook, ending that day, his governance of, Puerto Rico.

No one knows what ye are about to learn. Maria ravaged us. Don savaged us. And Don told him just last night: “Brother Arthur, The Puerto Rican

territory is too costly for US. I may, by executive order, grant independence, to excess, baggage, Puerto Ricans.

No one knows what ye are about to learn. Don told Art just last night: “US plans by executive order, granting independence to the Puerto Rican

nation.” Red meat for his base; base, racists. And Evangelicals, American. Brown and black are the Puerto Ricans.

No one knows what ye are about to learn. “Brownies and blackies are the Puerto Ricans,” he said last night. “On Vlad’s orders I’m to float granting Puerto Rico,

independence. Red meat, for my base. Great tax breaks; for US; and future nation, Puerto Rico.

In her eloquent response to him, the Congresswoman quoted our poet Maya: “You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still like air, I’ll rise.” Still, like the air around ye Don, we’ll rise.

“You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still … like the air,

I’ll rise.” Ye Don, tho, are one, once again, like no other. Like Manson, ye exclaim, “Helter skelter!” Omar claims the high ground, in the air.

Today in History: July 18
64 AD: The Great Fire of Rome: Fire, breaks out. At night. Fueled by strong winds, it spreads quickly; the Roman

city near destroying, in just, six days. Some blamed Nero. He however blamed, those firebrand, communist, Christians.

There’s no proof, Nero, Rome, burned. No proof, Nero, was a madman. Unholy alliances of common racists and some few hypocrite, Evangelical, Christians.

Now, America’s burning. Some say, he’s mad. Nero blamed, the Christians; The Donald blames, the Muslims.

Don blames Muslims for the great burning of Rome; and for supporting Britain in her two wars against US. And American air power, then great,

remains great today, thanks to the Continentals’ securing of America’s, airports. America’s, 1st; America’s, great.

Each member of Vlad’s Cabal brings his expertise. Vlad’s been the enforcer. MbS is taking over that function; Vladimir excels in administration;

Xi in construction; Kim, in science and nutrition; Don in public relations, and revisionist, history, Urantian.

Vlad and Xi and Kim and Don. And Mohammad; lest we forget; Mohammad. Ye may recall, Mohammad; Jamal Khashoggi’s

assassin. Treaties, protocols and his royalty, protect him. But oil in Iranian water shall be, like stinky shit, hitting the fan, for everybody.

When your stockbroker to ye says, “When ye see oil in the water off the coast of Iran, sell,” be sure to fire him. It’ll be way too late, then. Off Oman,

oily waters mean, it’s too late. Even if ye’ve sold, already. All agree; all but Mohammad and The Don.

The MT Riah, a Panamanian-flagged vessel based in the United Arab Emirates was traveling Saturday night through the Strait, off the coast of Iran,

when its tracking system went dark. Looks like Iran, like Britain, may have taken an oil tanker. Iran’s, mum. The plot … thickens.

Consider the irony. Had Don’s granddaddy not emigrated to Queens, everything, likely would be so, different. A visit ‘back home’ for Don,

says Kallstatt’s Mayor, might bring him back down to Earth. And had he worked for Deutsche he could loan to, Herr Don.

Herr Don, The Don would be, even today, in ex-post-facto, Nazi, Germany. Consider the irony. Had Don’s granddaddy not emigrated to Queens,

everything, would be so, different. A visit ‘back home’ for Don, says Kallstatt’s Mayor, might make him, less, mean.

Herr Don; he who is The Don to US would be Herr Don, in Germany. And in ex-post-facto, Nazi, Germany, a visit home for Don, says Kallstatt’s Mayor,

may make him less mean, not on Earth, but on, Urantia. Less mean means: More able to be, from crises, a savior.

A visit from Don to Kallstatt, says its Mayor may make Don less mean. And being less mean, means being more able to be, from existential crises,

Urantia’s savior. Herr Don; he who’s just Don to US is Herr Don in an ex-post-facto Nazi … soon … Muslim … Germany.

A moment of truth, today.  For any who claim Don is a ‘populist’; that his support’s based, on economics. What we have in The Don is not, populism,

but white, supremacism. President Don’s support rests not on economic anxiety, as much it does, on his racism.

Meet Arthur Everman. The American President’s brother. A whistleblower. A Puerto Rican, second-class, American, citizen. Nominally, a Christian; but a Muslim,

and a Jew too. By virtue of, vestiges, European, North and South, American and, deepest, and darkest, African.

@antonioguterres: Re Art’s @Ancestry provided, credentials. In support of my application to officially become, a whistleblower. He’s a Puerto Rican,

American citizen, second class. Nominally, Christian; but Muslim, also. And a Jew, too. And Vestiges, Portuguese make Art, as well, European.

Art denounces a ne’er united, United Nations; calling for dissolution of the UN Charter; and reconstitution of the UN. A fresh, start, restart. States,

sometimes, are criminal enterprises. Protected by treaty and protocol. But no one ought be, ‘the State.’

No one, Antonio, ought be, the State. Sometimes; oft times, criminal enterprises, are states. Protected by treatyand protocol. A ne’er united,

United Nations, Art denounces; calling for dissolution of the UN Charter and reconstitution of a UN, disunited.

@GOP @dccc: Protected by treaty and protocol are the unreproachables. But Art hereby reserves for the sovereign people, their sovereign duty to revolt,

against the nations. And hang, the leaders. Oft, criminal, are the states. Their leaders, well ought fear, revolt.

@GOP @dccc: Protected by treaty and protocol are the unreproachable, untouchables. But Arthur reserves for the sovereign

people, their sovereign duty to revolt against the nations; and hang, their criminal leaders. Leaders like Vlad; Xi; Kim; and, The Don.

Irony, enthralls. Consider: Color, colors everything, for Don. A 3rd generation immigrant; like his father, a tax dodger and racist. Foolishly proud of his color,

opponents, by his own tweets may now, bludgeon him. Beat him with evolving, devolving, issues of color.

Irony, verily, enthralls. And albeit it trails, mayhem’s violence and gore; and the allure of loving and or, gratuitous, sex, consider:

Really, surreally, color, colors, President Don’s, character. And brash, oft, rash, decisions. It’s, a matter, of color.

Putting mayhem’s violence and gore and the allure of loving and or gratuitous sex aside for the moment, consider the irony. That color,

colors, Don’s character. Brash, rash, decisions made in his interests, only. Painted by Art, in 280, spaces and letters.

Putting mayhem’s violence and gore and the allure of loving and or gratuitous sex aside for the moment, consider the irony. That color,

colors, Don’s character. Brash, rash, decisions made in the interests of him, only. Painted by Art poetically in letters.

Draw inspiration from Scriptures. Write, right, now. Like our anti-heroic, heroes, Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don, MbS and Arthur. Painted by Arthur, in spaces and

letters, 280. Violence sells. Love, too. Color, colors, character. Legacies lie in algorithmic races and …

Draw inspiration from Scriptures. Write, right, now. Like our anti-heroic, heroes, Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don, MbS and Arthur. Painted by Arthur, in spaces and

letters, 280. Violence sells. Love too. Color, colors, character. And lie, in algorithms and …

Truthful, hyperbole. It’s how Tony (The Art of The Deal, ghostwriter), characterized, The Donald’s proclivity, to lie. Ironically, countless, lies;

circularly orbiting; returning to their provenance, on Judgement Day. Karma is a bitch. And that, is no lie.

Truthful, hyperbole. It’s how Tony (The Art of The Deal, ghostwriter), characterized, The Donald’s proclivity, to lie. Ironically, countless, lies;

circularly orbiting; returning to their provenance, on Judgement Day. Karma, is a bitch. And that’s, no lie.