Worried are some about capitalism. Worry. Something the rich do, really, well. In common with the rest of us. We worry not enough of governance of US.

Nor, Republican, capitalism. The Dems’ secret weapons: Socialism. Communism. Vote for them. Screw … US.

We worry well, we Earthlings. Urantians, really. Not in common, with more properly, evolving, civilizations, elsewhere. We worry on lot of things,

albeit not many, right, things. Focus not on conservatism and liberalism, but wrong things, and right things.

A tale of two men. The blackmailing extorter of his brothers. The amoral liquififier of Jamal Khashoggi. Two, ahem, businessmen. One, really,

surreally, an apprentice dictator, in a nominal, democracy. The other, a dictator in his own royal right, already.

On the cabal, now sit. Vlad, Xi, Kim and Don. A fifth man, bin Salman wants to be the a fifth, big wheel. Salman’s an oil man. Awash, in cash. Really dirty.

He has a proposal, to be installed, stalled, before, the four. To be heard in June, perhaps, maybe.

Pray. And tell. And shout it from the mountaintops: Pray April’s showers shower upon May’s flowers, demands. Demands for earth, water and sun.

Surreally, some ingrate children; to the bricks, cement and educations offered, counteroffers, to reeducate them.

Let us pray. Pray and tell. And shout out from atop the mountaintops, a version of Voltaire’s Prayer: “Lord, please protect me from my friends.

Amen. I’ll take care, of enemies.” Amen. Ere June, may May, empower demands for food, earth, water … and sun. Amen.

Let us pray. Pray and tell. And shout out from atop the mountaintops, a version of Voltaire’s Prayer: “Lord, please protect me from friends. Amen.

I’ll take care, of enemies.” Amen. Ere June, may May, empower, demands for food, earth, water and sun. Amen.

Listening slack jawed to a but nominal brother, rip and demean every person and institution on planet Earth, Arthur needs MAYDAYS’ Kim-Don Plan

to get the protection the EU now offers, to whistleblowers. Protection, needs Art. A plan, beyond, that Plan.

To stay alive possibly. To stay out of prison, certainly. Don needs a plan within a plan within a plan. Three plans, needs the Don. An alpha-numerical,

algorithm, Twitter, is one. The physical, Plan Kim-Don and MAYDAYS’, panacea, for Pangaea, metaphysical.

Plots thicken. And twist. Like one placing an Arab on the cusp of a seat at a cabal’s head table. Riyadh. President Don’s inaugural foray, Saudi.

To add Saudi Arabia. To moot France and Germany. Kim’s in. A-waiting’s bin Salman. Waiting for him, Khashoggi.

Remember Jamal Khashoggi ye defiler of Islam, Mr. Crown Prince? Plots thicken. And twist. One has an Arab bidding for a seat on the cabal. Kim’s in.

France and Germany are out. And a thing had Jamal, LIQUEFIED! In big trouble with Allah, bin Salman, is in!

When the feds finally penned Al Capone, they got him for tax evasion, not murder. “Attack on all sides,” said Sun Tsu in soirée last night. A damning

report by Bob Mueller. MAYDAYS. A self-help, book, by Art. And lots, of investigations … incriminating.

In soirée last night Don addressed us, saying, “‘Tis over. A 2-year witch hunt, over. They never found her. I’m a ‘him’, anyway. Time to turn the tables on

them Dems. But I may yet, resign. To rebrand, myself. Commit to noble … Truth and Reconciliation.”

Slack jawed. Slack were the jaws of those listening ere they hit the floor with thuds, in near unison. In a tweet, he’d crowed victory, sworn revenge,

announced his retirement and seemingly signaled, in a ‘rebranding’, some forthcoming brand new challenge.

“New challenges,” Don went on, “beckon me. Joining @AOC, @GretaThunberg and @davidhogg111.
Championing really green new deals and climate change appeals.

Combating gun violence. Planning migrant flows. Codifying, immigration. Only I, can do it, for real.”

“New challenges, beckon, to me. Only I can do it, really,” President Don, went on; nonplussed, seemingly, by the jumping

of the jaws. Better jumping jaws, than jumping walls,” The Don quipped. And he paused. For applause. And there was, a stony, silencing.

Needing an application for whistleblower protection, is Arthur. For on this soirée night, fateful, a fateful, error. An audience surprised to see one

another in one anothers’ dreams; the living leaders of the nations. Art knows: He needs … EU protection.

Art Everman needs the protection the European Union now offers to whistleblowers, from the EU. Needing an application for protection, is Arthur.

On this fateful evening, a fateful, error. Leaders of nations, listening slack jawed, to a nominal … brother.

A damning report, by Bob Mueller. MAYDAYS. A self-help book, by Art. Lots of investigations, incriminating. When the feds finally penned Capone,

they got him for tax evasion, not murder. “Attack on all sides,” said Sun Tsu in soirée, on our lunar, home.

Make a pen, Don’s home. Give Don a taste of his own, medicine. Actually, NO! Let’s NOT, do that. Rather, let’s offer the Gang of Four, viral

Reconciliation, in exchange, for Truth. As set forth in the Kim-Don Plan; as set forth, in Art’s MAYDAYS … viral.

The bombshell in the Mueller Report is Russia’s social media campaign artistry. Absolutely masterful has been Vladimir Putin’s geo-political

maneuvering. Masterful, at denials of responsibility. Don’t laugh. Flatly deny. Whether plausible, or implausible.

The Kim-Don Plan. If four rulers must rule prospectively in the interests of citizen, fiduciaries, not their own. Or go to prison and from there, rule, illegally.

The Kremlin’s conundrum: a Plan A status quo, or Kim and Don’s … planet, saving … Plan B.

Plan B. The contingency plan. Authored by Arthur. Dreamily co-authored by Xi, Kim, Don and Vladimir. Should they, their hands forced, rule
rulers rule,

solely in the interests of their citizen fiduciaries, not interests, their own. Let, Golden Rules, rule.

Golden Rules, rule. On Plan B. A contingency plan. Authored by Art. Dreamily co-authored by Xi, Kim, Don and Vladimir. Should the cabal cynically

rule, rulers rule, solely, in the interests of their citizen fiduciaries and not their own interests … only.

Actually Golden Rules only, ought, rule. They don’t, actually. Plan B’s a contingency plan. Authored by Arthur in co-authorship with Xi, Kim, Vlady

and Donny. Cynically, they may rule: Rulers: Rule, in citizens’ interests, only. LET IT BE! AMEN! LET IT BE!

In soirée last night Don addressed us, saying, “‘Tis over. A 2-year witch hunt, over. They never found her. I’m a ‘him’, anyway. Time to turn the tables on

them Dems. But I may yet, resign. To rebrand, myself. Commit to noble … Truth and Reconciliation.”

Weep for the country. And Mother Earth. Weep not for rulers astray; gone criminal. Truth and Reconciliation may yet save them. It depends on vernal

Maydays. We’ll see. But a Witch Hunter’s Witch Hunt Report will be for Putin’s cabal, a real … bombshell.

A bombshell of connect the dots, evidence, circumstantial. It’s not even May but already the cabal sense, the ground swell, they feared; national

unrest having been provoked by Don’s Witch Hunter’s Witch Hunt, Report. For Putin’s cabal, a real, bombshell.

The cabal fear ground swells; national unrest provoked by President Don’s Witch Hunter’s, Witch Hunt, Report. For Putin’s cabal, real

bombshells. Bombshells connecting dots and dashes of evidence, circumstantial. An explosive, bombshell. A living … Hell.

The cabal fears ground swells; ripple, effects. National unrest in their respective countries, by bombshells, far ranging. And extremely explosive.

Bombshells? Or bombshell, duds? Bob’s findings of no conspiracy and obstruction: Conclusively, inconclusive.

Don says he’s having a good day. No conspiracy and no obstruction. That conclusion notwithstanding demonstrable, obstructions, multiple.

One can assume corrupt intent from his very own statements, actions and omissions, to act and, a personality, criminal.

A damning report. From Special Counsel, Bob Mueller. MAYDAYS. A self-help book, by
Arthur. And multiple investigations, particularly, one by,

ironically, the SDNY. Recall Al Capone. When the feds finally got him it was for tax evasion … not … for lies.

When the feds finally penned Al Capone, they got him for tax evasion, not murder. “Attack on all sides,” said Sun Tsu in soirée last night. A damning

report by Bob Mueller. MAYDAYS. A self-help, book, by Art. And lots, of investigations … incriminating.

Even as many sleep and others tweet. Even as intolerance, reigns, and wanes, concurrently. Even as hope, awaits, fruition. Notwithstanding, everything

that’s happening, whether awake or asleep, all are Witch Hunter Mueller’s Witch Hunt Report … awaiting.

See in Don’s face, a frown, reminiscent of Benito. Benito Mussolini. A resemblance, alarmingly, striking. Turn your attention then, to the final

dramatic scenes of today’s episode. And tune in tomorrow for more drama. More, fiction, nonfictional.

Tune in tomorrow for even more drama. More fiction, nonfictional. And nonfictional, fiction. Art imitates life, even when it distorts it. Life only

seemingly, incidentally, imitates, art. Watch the dramatic scenes of today’s episode. Weep, for the country.

Weep, Americans. Republicans. Dems. Independents. And others. Weep for the country. And Mother Earth. Weep not for rulers astray; gone criminal.

Truth and Reconciliation may yet save them. It Depends. It depends on May days. What may say, Maydays, vernal.

Dear Cabal: Vlad. Xi. Kim. Don: Fossil fuel burning makes our home warmer between its poles, ere it gets Ice-Age-like colder, later. A closed system,

running hot, naturally. Cold at the poles. Warmer, between them. On part of a fossil record … becoming.

Dear Cabal: Master puppeteer, Vladimir. Apprentice, Xi. Newcomer, Kim. Don-toxin carrying, Don: Human fossil fuel burning is accelerating,

climate warming. Later freezing making for, an ironically pristine, fossil record, of human beings, most, unbecoming.

“I’d see my doctor if I were ye. To see what remedy she or he may recommend in the case of an accidental, Novichok, nerve agent,

poisoning.” The smirk in Vlad’s face was alarming. Vlad was threatening to kill him. With an agent. An agent … with an agent.

Come June, it may be, Plan A or Plan B. A Plan A, status quo, if 99% sleep in. Alternatively, a Plan B, epiphany, if President Don becomes, magically,

transcendental. Miraculous, maybe. Plan A is what the cabal, of the 1%, pray for. 99% tho, favor, Plan B.

Sarcasm hints at Don’s anger; at having been had by Kim. Two summits down; a third in the works; still, his nimble round lover dances circles, around him.

The Don is jealous! Vlad, on his way to summit with Xi in Beijing, is summiting, first, with The Kim.

On his way to summit with Xi in Beijing, Vladimir, first, is summiting, with The Kim. Don is angry at having been had by The Kim. Two summits down; a third

in the works, his nimble round lover dancing circles, around him. One of many for Kim … the third.

One of many for Kim, the third. On his way to summit with Xi in Beijing, Vlad first is summiting with The Kim. Don is angry at Kim. Having been had by Kim.

Two summits down. A third, in the works; as a round dancer nimble, twirls in circles … about him.

The twirling dancer and the orange dancer, twirled about know not that twirling near constantly beneath them twirls, whether they consciously twirl,

or not, Urantia. It needs them not. Yet they twirl. And hotten. Two summits down. A third in winds, twirls.

Twirling near constantly beneath them, Urantia. She twirls beneath them whether they consciously also twirl, or not. She needs them

not. She was doing just fine. In space. In time. Now ye. And your unholy paradigm. She’s getting hotter and hotter for them.

Salisbury named UK’s best ‘place to live’. No one is happier than President Putin about the British city’s comeback following a Russian nerve agent attack.

Ironic, isn’t it? Where Dawn died; Britain’s, best ‘place to live’. Where the Russians … attacked.

Salisbury. Where Russia attacked an ex-Russian spy in Britain. Thanks to deniability, Vladimir’s denials these days need be plausible, necessarily.

Waters return to their levels in time. On to Iran. Apprentice Don lusts for oil. Iran’s oil’s doable, maybe.

Derisive has been the laughter at Don. And us. And US via a cartoonish, buffoon-in-chief, whose cartoonish antics are now translating into policies,

criminal. Here Mike and John share a laugh recalling reminding Don, that Iranians aren’t Muslims, really.

OK Don: As per your request last evening in the 1380th rendition of our dreamy, lunar, soirée. Tweeted security

briefings. Don: In Saudi Arabia, the butcher-in-chief
is Saudi Crown Prince, Mohammad bin Salman of the royal family.

Security briefings, tweeted. Don: As per your request last night in a 1380th rendition of dreamy lunar soirées. Dear Donald: In Saudi Arabia, butcher,

in chief is Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman. In lieu of Khashoggi, beheading, Khashoggi, was butchered.

President Don: Mohammad’s application to expand the cabal to five members is pending. Stephen Miller tweets The Don his national security

briefings daily. Brilliantly reasoning: An effective way to get everyone’s, attention: Let everyone, listen, intently.

Mohammad’s application to expand the cabal to five members is pending, yet. Henceforth, America’s public policy: To better propagate The Don’s

transparent messaging: Just let everyone to his security briefings, foreign and domestic, just listen in, on Don.

Master Puppeteer Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin congratulates his up and coming apprentice, President, Kim Jong un. Congratulating Kim,

on his sham reelection to a top post, in his North Korea. At the very top of a planetary food chain, are Putin, and Kim.

At the very top of a planetary food chain are the Gang of Four. Three apprentices, and one master. The Master is Puppeteer Vladimir Putin.

Of the three, only Donny congratulated Kim privately on his sham, reelection. Increasingly, shams … are elections.

Increasingly, shams, are elections. “No thanks,” said Art, on behalf of all of us to Putin and his apprentices, Don congratulated Kim privately. Barr’s actions,

covering, lend hope to the cabal. For a status, quo. The criminal order, of Vladimir, Putin.

President Putin’s criminal order. Increasingly, shams, are elections. Barr’s covering action lends hope to the cabal for … the status quo.

President Putin’s, order. To not have to resort to the Truth and Reconciliation that may transform, the status quo.

Come June after May’s 31 days of power politics President Donald’s already transparent messaging, may become, incredibly, transcendental. Security

briefings up to now, only fictionally, top secret, now purposely, inform. And disinform. Plan A. And Plan B.

Security briefings up to now, only fictionally, top secret, now now been purposely repurposed, to inform. And disinform. As in Plan A. Conversely, Plan B.

Already transparent messaging may become, incredibly, transcendental. Magical. Or, miraculous, maybe.

Depending on what happens in May, come June, President Donald’s already transparent messaging may most implausibly, and most incredibly

become, transcendental. Miraculous, maybe. Plan A is what the cabal, representative of 1%, prays for. 99% favor, Plan B.

Penned last night, in conjunction with brothers of the cabal, a special tweet to Britain. “Hi Brits! As ye may know by now, no one more passionately tweets

for Brexit, than Vlad. Don’t let him have his way. Tweet for Britain. Tweet for US. Please, tweet.”

In fact, in MAYDAY’s, fictional nonfiction, the President and Master Puppeteer of Russia and the apprentice puppeteers of his cabal, as far change

is concerned, are more concerned about geopolitical change than geological and sociological, climate change.

The human conundrum: To evolve while devolving. To learn to empathize, not merely sympathize. To abandon notions of kingly sovereignties. To

emphasize compassion and community. And to complement limited human intelligence with artificial intelligence, too.

Vlad’s apprentice Don, lusts for oil, Art dares say, lustily. Iran’s oil’s doable, Don thinks, maybe. Naked deniability, sans even plausibility these days,

suffices. Waters return, to their levels, in time. Still, President Donny lusts, for oil, everyday.

The child-in-chief once threw tantrums for toys Vlad’s GRU (think KGB) tells him. Then power. Then women. Vladimir’s men compromised him.

In Moscow. Injecting him. Taping him. Then, cultivating him. Iran’s oil’s doable, Vlad knows, Don recklessly, reasons.

Iran’s oil is takable The Don tells his generals. And anyone else within earshot. In this idiotic case, the Russians and the Chinese, chiefly.

Everybody is listening in on President Donald. Derisive, the laughter; at us. And a cartoon … buffoon-in-chief.

Derisive has been the laughter at us thinks Art. And US. At a cartoonish, buffoon-in-chief, whose cartoonish antics are now translating into policies,

criminal. Mike and John shared a laugh recalling reminding Don, that Iranians aren’t Muslims, really.