From Barr’s testimony yesterday: He concedes non-exoneration of Don on obstruction of justice. Revealing too he shall not be testifying, today. Begging,

questions: Is Don perversely baiting Dems to impeach him? And what wouldn’t Don do for Vladimir, Putin?

What wouldn’t Don do for Vladimir? Don’s first man, not. But his best man, that is, until Kim. Until, Vlad again. As if, “What have ye done for me, Kim,

lately?” Hot Kim. Hot, roly-poly, Kim. Art’s blowing, a whistle, on them. Don says … blackmailing, them.

A good looking couple make also, Vlad and Kim. A good thing too; the disproportionate representation of bisexual men on Vladimir’s Cabal. No

apologies are necessary to the LGBTQ community. In love, is the answer. Art’s blowing whistles on them, ye know.

Disproportionate; the representation of bisexual men on puppet master Vladimir’s Cabal; an anomaly, in Urantia’s case, fortunate. No apologies

necessary to the LGBTQ communities. It’s not about loving. It’s about loving, at the wrong time. Inappropriately.

May’s days now here, perfect storms, loom. See your Machiavellian brothers, strategically. Arthur’s Kim-Don Plan includes Truth and Reconciliation, to

which they humbly submit, having been caught with pants, unbtimely, down on Urantia. And recorded, too.

Perfect storms, once only looming, in the distance, now seemingly pounce, seemingly, all at once. May may leave the too

little recourse but to change course. To admit their crimes. To tell the Truth. In exchange for no imprisonment, reconciliation, too.

Perfect storms, once only looming, in the distance, now seemingly pounce, seemingly, all at once. May may leave the Cabal little recourse but to change

course. To admit, crimes. In exchange for Truth no imprisonment. Peace. Fronts against, climate change.

Vladimir, speaking honestly last night, in soirée on Luna, fatefully, said, “We of the Cabal admit our guilt before God, and man. Mere criminals, uncommon,

by twists of fate, risen, to statesmen. Our Plans: Plan A, status quos and Plan B, transformations.”

President Vlad continued. “Our Plans: Cynical Plan A status quos and remedial Plan B transformations.” He quoted Sally,

saying, “If (The Donny) was not president he would be indicted.” Entitled are diplomats, albeit not de jure to de facto … royals, be.”

Meanwhile, far from the lawless place in the desert where Abu’s hiding, in lawful New York, President Donald is suing his own lenders, Deutsche Bank

and Capital One to block House subpoenas for documents. Ingrates! Every Deep State one who’d have him tank.

“Ingrates! Ungrateful, the Deep State ones who’d have me, tank. The majority, who never wanted me, anyway. Ingrates, are they. Truly,

democracy’s, traitors. For today the Deep State has come for me. Tomorrow the Deep State comes not for me … but for ye.”

Don has weapons. To defend himself. And his family. To deny and delay, defensively. Offensively, he’s got: Religionism, nationalism and racism. To

construct walls, both physical and metaphysical. He sees things from the white nationalist … point of view.

Parents may recognize in the behavior of US and Iran, similarly, analogous behavior, in their children. It is, quite simply, name-calling. One calls one,

unkindly, a name. The other one calls the one who started it, a name too, oft … the very, same, one.

MAYDAY 1395: TUESDAY, APRIL 30, 2019: An infamous date, this date. Never forget, why. As infamous this date in another year as maybe,

may be famous, tomorrow’s May first, in years upcoming. For thirty days hath May’s, testimony, revelations and epiphanies.

It is past time for citizens to take these matters, personally. Crimes against the public order, as well as crimes, against humanity. What better

way to make your opinions, matter? Surreally tweet the Cabal and other decision makers, directly. On Twitter.

If ye wonder how Art seems to know what’s happening far afield of him, it is thanks to Buzz, his cyber spy-fly. Suffice it to say that Vlad’s been

smashing things. In his office. In Moscow. And cursing The Donald and Arthur, especially, in Russian.

Vlad’ been in a foul mood, lately. Recalling how Mussolini’s regal looking ‘look’ contrasts with how he looked along with his mistress Clara, on their death

date. Captured while escaping to Switzerland, they were killed and as if rekilled, again; each time, another, horrible, death.

One imagines that not even in John Le Carré’s fertile imagination have such happenings as the happenings happening, ever been imagined. Too

implausible. Too unseemly. Yet Brexit and plausible allegations have Brits mulling Mueller-like investigations, too.

Brexit’s uncertainties, linger. Utter fear’s, setting in. Of a sudden; possible, game-changing, plot, twists. Plausible and alarming allegations,

whistleblown, have been. And it’s got British lawmakers in Parliament, mulling, Mueller-like, investigations.

Plausible and alarming allegations, have arisen. They’ve got British lawmakers mulling, Mueller-like, Russian electioneering, investigations.

Brexit’s uncertainties, linger. Utter fear’s, setting in. Of a sudden, the game-changing plot twist, of collusion.

President Vladimir Putin has gone furious. Swearing in Russian. Throwing things, in Moscow. Similar scenes, playing out in Washington,

Beijing and Pyongyang. And the irony may save Vlad the trouble of having Art killed. But not EU and UN, investigations.

The sheer irony; the ludicrousness of everything that’s happening, may save Vlad the trouble, of having Art killed. But not, EU and UN investigations.

Putin’s gone furious. Kim, Xi and Don, too; similar scenes playing, in Beijing, Pyongyang and Washington.

Don’s bumbling, presidency; Art’s extortion of each of them of the Cabal; and now the pendency of even more, investigations.

Buying time with the UN and the African and European Unions, Vlad met with his agents, with the nerve agent Novichok, them, arming.

Buying time with Unions to find Art and kill him, Vlad thereby buys time too for more Russian geopolitical moves. Passports, for the Ukrainian nation.

Syrian, sieges. Summits, with Xi and Kim. And fail-safe contingency plans o/b/o the Cabal, by Putin.

Brexit, uncertainties. Allegations, sinister: The UK is considering Mueller-like, inquiries. No wonder the Cabal are freaking out about more scrutiny.

Scrutiny being, anathema to them. No wonder the revisiting of the Cabal’s, contingency Plans … A and B.

Conflict. Coming soon, to a theater near ye. ‘Twas on last evening’s agenda in soirée on Luna. On top of political and economic uncertainty. No wonder then

the Cabal’s revisiting of Plans A and B. It’s in case their collective peoples, arise, against them.

One alternative reality; Earth: Earth; awash in blood. Bathing, in conflict. Conflict. If not there already, rest brother, uneasy. It’s coming soon. An

alternative reality; Urantia; no wonder Vlad’s revisiting Plan A status quos and Plan B transformations.

@antonioguterres:
MAYDAYS co-authors confirm, as follows: Our planet is Urantia. Our Plans: Plan A, status quos, vis a vis, Plan B, transformations.

One alternative, reality; Earth; awash, in blood; bathing, in conflict. A reality alternative, is Urantian.

As of Sunday, 1,393 MAYDAYS have come and gone since Don descended, as if from Heaven, to make America, great again. An alternative reality,

seemingly, surreal. God willing, there’s a real, alternative. An alternative to this surreal, as if unreal, reality.

There is a real alternative to this new surreality. Vladimir’s cabal members and MbS, the member, wannabe, have agreed to defer, on immediately

assassinating Arthur, a favor granted by Vladimir, at the behest of @antonioguterres, the UN, General Secretary.

On the heels of a witch hunt, a man hunt, for Arthur Everman. The Cabal, scouring a planet. Searching for Art. Imperative to time-dishonored, disorder’s,

status quos. It matters not that the Cabal agreed to defer on assassinating the whistleblowing Arthur.

On the heels of a witch hunt; a man hunt; for Arthur Everman. The Cabal, with GPS, scouring the planet. Searching for him. Imperative to kill him,

immediately, on sight. Lying to the UN Secretary General, protecting Art, they actually want … to kill him.

Lying to the @UN’s @antonioguterres, Antonio didn’t know that President Vladimir Putin, o/b/o the Cabal, only agreed not to kill Art immediately

because they hadn’t killed him already. On a man hunts in which hunts, African and European Unions, run safety.

Time to act against the cabal. Time to oppose. Marching and/or tweeting, in opposition. One tweet tags up to fifty decision makers.

What better way to make your opinion, matter? In lieu of more traditional, revolutionary, remonstrations, tweet, on Twitter.

What better way, Urantians, to make your opinions, matter? In lieu of marching or more traditional remonstrations, revolutionary,

surreally tweet the Cabal and other decision makers, directly. It is past time for citizens to take these matters, personally.

Look at that face. And the scowl, on the face. “Fear me, brown man,” it For I am Orange Man. Stand up to Putin. Now! Between today and May days’ end. Stand up too,

to Xi, Kim and Don. Mother Nature’s attacking. To aspire to all-weather plans some day, too.

Stand up to Putin. And Between today and May days’ end, stand up to Xi, Kim and Don too. Mother Nature’s attacking; her way of doing it, His Way.

An opportunity, to counterattack, to heal. Needed: Volunteers. To hack, by tweeting. Force change, right away.

Art’s a whistleblower; exposing wrongdoing. As he’s doing with his Cabal-sitting brothers: Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don and Cabal wannabe, MbS. Living

Arthur’s life has gotten risky. Wining and dining him every evening, giving way to killing him, the next, morning.

@antonioguterres: This is intolerable! Dissolve the UN and start over! Your Security Council’s Angela and Emmanuel; made irrelevant, by a known, international

Cabal of criminals. Living Arthur’s life has gotten, risky. Quite, intolerable.
cc: @INTERPOL_HQ

The UN’s Security Council; made irrelevant by a known international Cabal of criminals. The same ones daily awaiting, the passing of a hearse.

Arthur’s. And the passing also, as a whistleblowing threat, Arthur’s, MAYDAYS. An algorithm. Destinies, in verse.

Arthur’s, MAYDAYS. An algorithm. Destinies, in verse. A panacea for Pangaea. An alternative reality. Not the surreally unreal track ye unwittingly,

traverse. Please seriously treat Arthur’s whistleblowing threat and the Cabal’s threats against Art, deadly.

Arthur’s, MAYDAYS. An algorithm. Destinies, in verse. A panacea for Pangaea. An alternative reality. Not the surreally unreal track ye traverse,

unwittingly. To reverse the toxic effect of a Don-Toxin, Arthur’s MAYDAYS. An earth-saving algorithm, in verse.

@MoveOn, Don. Go to Russia’s Siberia. There’s lots of air in Siberia. Space, too. And a humanitarian need for a hotel. Go Don, to Vladimir’s Siberia.

Ironically, no one knows the effect of tweeting, simultaneously, to Vladimir, @Pravitelstvo_RF, in Russia.

LOOK AT THAT FACE! The power behind that face is Vladimir Putin, @Pravitelstvo_RF. Not Melania. And this is, President Vlad Putin, irregular,

in your face, warfare. Not your father’s warfare. No one knows the effect of, synchronized, tweeting, on Twitter.

The power behind Don, for the moment, historically, is Russian Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, @Pravitelstvo_RF. A reality geopolitical; readying

for battle, with one another. It’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature. She brings battle, to an outmanned, ye.

The powers behind The Don, for the moment are, President Vladimir Putin, @Pravitelstvo_RF. Kim, @uriminzok. And President Xi Jing Ping, @xijingping

as we ready for battle with one another, Mother Nature is planning her international, ‘surprise’, attacking.

As we ready for battle with one another Mother Nature’s planning international, surprise, attacking. As is our wont, we won’t be, ready. Tweet Putin,

@Pravitelstvo_RF. Kim, @uriminzok. And President Xi Jin Ping, @xijingping. Are we men? Stand up, to Putin!

Are we men? Or are we sheep? Or just stupidly sheepish men who won’t look bullies in their eyes and call them out. Stand up, to Putin! Mother Nature plans on

an international surprise, attacking. And as is our wont, we won’t have our all-weather, pants on.

@AOC @GretaThunberg: To stand a chance of resisting Mother Nature, know that now is the time to stand up to Putin. Now! Between today and May days’

end. Stand up too, to Xi, Kim and Don. Mother Nature’s attacking. To aspire to, all-weather plans, some day.

The ‘Trump Baby’ blimp will be in London in June. The President too. If he goes. Announced by Buckingham Palace, yesterday and already,
sixty

lawmakers have signed on to revoke Don’s invitation, to share precious air space with London’s, Trump blimp, baby.

Already sixty lawmakers have signed on to a motion before the Parliament to revoke Don’s invitation to visit then. To share precious air space with London’s,

Trump blimp baby. The ‘Trump Baby’ blimp will be in London in June. Don too. If he goes to London.

The ‘Trump Baby’ blimp will be in London in June. President Donald Trump too. If, he goes. Already sixty MPs have signed on to a Parliamentary

motion, revoking the invitation. Saving air space for Trump blimp baby. He guards his air space, very, jealously.

Trump baby’s Brits think Don ought visit Russia. Welcome there he may be. Not here. Get thee gone from here Don. Already sixty have signed a motion

revoking the invitation. To save precious air space in London in June, go to some other country. Not England.

Because two Dons won’t peacefully fit in London‘s air space in June Don, go to another country. Not Britain. Trump baby’s Brits think Don may visit Russia.

Welcome there he may be. Already sixty have signed on to revoking the invitation. Go Don, to Russia.

Go to Russia. Because two Dons won’t fit peacefully in London‘s limited air space, go elsewhere. Not Britain. Baby Trump’s Brits think, ironically, Russia,

may be a good fit. There’s lots of air in Siberia. In need of a hotel there? Go Don, to Siberia.

Who on the cabal is sleeping with whom is all very titillating, but not, critical. Art has been very critical of us. Critical of our illustrious, cabal.

So it is critical, that we kill him. The one man on Earth, most potentially, troubling, and, critical.

Saudi Arabia (the Crown Prince really) executed 37 people for terror related activities, today. An ambitious man is Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman.

The official extremist, that liquified, Khashoggi. Committed to eradicating, all extremists. All, but one.

Committed to eradicating, save but himself, all extremists, is Mohammad. The official state extremist, is he. He’s the one that had Jamal Khashoggi

liquified. A fine criminal. And a fine applicant for a cabal seat if a Gang of Four, a Gang of Five, may be.

@KingSalman: MbS; the Crown Prince; elevation of him to Crown Prince; an official mistake. Khashoggi he had assaulted, assassinated and evilly,

liquified. Now applicant for a cabal seat. If a Gang of Four a Gang of Five becomes, in, an alternative, reality.

In yet another, dramatic, plot twist, Don met, just hours ago, with Twitter CEO @Jack. Complaining about his follower count. Bribing

him. Offering to him; refraining from regulation of the social media industry in consideration for Arthur’s, shadow banning

@Jack: “Shadow ban Art. In consideration for limiting Art’s outreach on Twitter Donald The Great promises to refrain from regulation of the social media

industry. With that blanket promise and pardons I cover thee. Art’s, a liar. Says he is from, Urantia.”

@Jack: “Shadow ban Art. In consideration for limiting Art’s outreach on Twitter, Donald The Great, promises to refrain from social media industry,

regulation. A blanket promise. Pardons, also, may cover thee. Art’s a liar. Says he is from Urantia. Really.”

Wield ever the pen as a shield. In defense, of self. But a pen, moreover, may be weaponized. For a pen or tab, so weaponized, may tweet, industrially,

not propaganda, but genuine, opinion. Well measured, metered, poetry. Nothing emotes, quite like, poetry.

Pen (Penemue) said to Art, “Nothing emotes, quite like, poetry. Well measured, metered, poetry. Wield the pen as a shield. In defense, of self. Be sure neither pen

nor tweet, to weaponize with anything other, than opinion, genuine.” So said to Arthur, Pen.

“Pursuant to the Golden Rule no pen nor tab may be used to weaponize any word. Self-defense excepted, load not any tweet, with other than opinion,

genuine and like, commentary. Nothing emotes, quite like, poetry. Well metered, poetry.”

Impeach Trump? What are the odds? Consult with your bookie. Or call, Las Vegas. Arthur, verily, is from the future. But Arthur traveled to the past, to

get here. Here on Urantia (Earth). In the present. Knowing not, at all, the future. Like all of ye, too.

Art knows not, the future. Just like everybody. Except the futures he’s from. And other pasts. And other futures, he’s been. Impeach President

Trump? What are the odds? Consult with a bookie. Or call Las Vegas. Get good odds on the axing, of the President.

What’s happening? With all this summitry? What’s happening indeed? Kim Jong Un may, in April, visit a Russian ship during Putin’s summit with him.

On Putin’s agenda; three or four items: Kim; Don; Art and Don’s extra-marital relationship with Kim.

On Putin’s agenda; three or four items: Kim; Don; Art and Don’s extra-marital relationship with Kim. What’s happening with all this summitry, now?

What’s happening, behind the scenes? Behind closed doors. Not even their intertwined, shadows, know.