Mueller is recommending no further indictments. And in Mar-a-Lago (Swampland II), tonight, The Don is exulting. Not one sycophant’s risking

suffering his wrath to warn him that his legal woes are like the universe’s, Big Bang: Faster and faster, expanding.

Like the universe’s Big Bang, faster and faster, expanding, are the Child-in-Chief’s, legal woes. It is instant gratification he seeks. ‘No further

indictments’. Might be vindication. So why can’t The Don, fall, asleep? Why is The Don terrified, of Mueller?

Why can’t Don sleep? And why does he curse him whenever he faces the face, of Mueller? And why does he, The Don, feel, like a witch?

Only his witch hunter, knows, for sure. The hunt, no smoking gun has found. Still, the evidence shows, that Don is a witch!

Mueller’s recommending no more indictments. Why can’t Don sleep? Why does he curse Bob when he faces him? Why does he, feel like a witch? Only witch

hunters, know for sure. No smoking gun’s been found. But there’s more to the story than, an unarmed, witch.

There is more to this story than an unarmed witch and her coven. No smoking gun having been found, the entire Trump clan, can, for the moment,

breathe easier. And go about the business of being the glitzy, first family. Back to, collecting … emoluments.

The Russia Report: But a fractional part of The Don’s, legal woes. And as his legal woes go, so go too, the nation’s, up, and down, with him.

Understanding him best, however, better than the rest, does his lover, Kim. Understanding of The Don, is, The Kim

But a fractional part of The Don’s legal woes is Bob’s Russia Report. And as his legal woes go, so go too a nation’s. Up and down, with him.

Understanding him best, however, better than the rest, does his lover Kim. Understanding of The Don, is The Kim.

Love. Kim. Don. Kingdom. And a cabal of brothers, remiss. But the brothers fear the rumbling they hear even from as far away as, a seemingly surreal,

lunar surface. They hear the lies. And the battle cries. And they know, that the suffering there, is real.

We know that Mueller filed his report. And that it’s ‘comprehensive’. Unfortunately we know at the moment next to nothing, of anything else. We

may never know who in Moscow urinated on The Don. Nor may we ever know, given Kim, Don’s real, sexuality.

Who is Donald John Trump? Is he a ladies’ man? A man’s man? Or a gay man’s, man? A man of mystery, is The Donald. And we shall know,

somewhat more, tomorrow. But we shall never know what might have been had The Donald been other than he is. A man, who does not, anything … know.

Ye are at a tipping point in your history. Note, Alexandria, David and Greta: A petition to void Vladimir’s Brexit crashes a governmental website in

Britain. Timely accessing, of the site, crashing it. Incidental, hacking. Just … signing in.
cc: @MoveOn

@AOC @GretaThunberg @davidhogg111: Irregular, warfare. Ironic. A petition to cancel a Vladimir-engineered Brexit, CRASHES, a governmental website, in Britain.

Vladimir Putin engineered too a Manchurian President, of US; a now stormy … rainbow, coalition.

Tweet children, to the cabal, directly. To their person. Or to their state. For President Putin, tweet to @official_rfs; for President Xi, tweet to @xijingping;

for President Kim, tweet to @uriminzok; for President Don, tweet, @realDonaldTrump, messagings.

MAYDAYS: High drama. In verse. Even in ‘safe’ places, no one is safe here. Magical realism. Fictional nonfiction. Fake news. Lies, in reverse,

rule on Urantia. Drama, not in prose nor epic, verse but in your face. His, story. History. Implausibly, in verse.

Even in ‘safe’ places, no one is ever really safe, on Urantia. Accidents and illnesses are to be expected. Magical realism, not much. Nor verse,

tragi-comically, haunting. Lies rule on Urantia. So Art pens, with his brothers, Urantian history, in verse.

No one’s ever safe on Urantia. Not in workplaces. Not marketplaces. Not in schools. The cabal of four, rules, too self-servingly, Urantia. And so verse,

Art pens, with them. In their dreams. Do, the right thing. Blackmail … them. Write to them, in verse.

No. No one here, is ever safe. Albeit most in modern times, live, lives uncoiled; not ready, on a moment’s notice, to run, for one’s life. In verse,

ironically, may such modern men, find purpose. To save a planet for them and children. In unison. In verse.

In God. In His verse. Therein may one find, purpose. In modern times most men live, lives, uncoiled. Relaxed. Not altogether ready, in moments … terse,

to run for one’s life. If, like Art, one is too old, to run, or march, in lieu, of marching … verse.

If too old to run or march, in lieu, of marching, verse. ‘Tis in God. In His wisdom. ‘Tis therein that one verily may find, purpose. Verse, metaphysically,

elevates men. We do things like green new deals not because it is easy. But because it is not, easy.

We do things like green new deals as per JFK, not because it is easy but because it is not easy. Metaphysically, verse, elevates, men. If too old, in lieu

of running or marching, on Twitter, verse. ‘Tis in God and in His wisdom, that one finds, what to do.

Climate change and a green new deal. A gateway issue and a solution, respectively. Transcendentally, MAYDAYS, must go, globally, viral.

Notwithstanding that that’s what got Putin in deep intrigue, irregular warfare, defensively, is going, globally, viral.

Irregular warfare. It’s, what’s happening in state sponsored, hacker, communities. Counter-attacking defensively, is destined to go, viral,

globally. Climate change and a green new deal. An issue and a solution. And a vast source of children to go, viral.

Climate change and a green new deal. An issue and a solution. And a vast source of children to go, viral. Irregular warfare. It’s what’s happening, virally,

in state sponsored, hacker, communities. On counter-attacking with pen-wielding, children, virally.

A hue and cry. A hue and cry there may be when the members of the cabal, protest. Protest the unfairness of, tragi-comically, ironically,

interfering in the affairs of foreign nations, not to mention, counter-attacking, with pen-wielding, armed, children.

On interference in the affairs of ‘sovereign’ nations. And the nature of the claim, to sovereignty. And on utterly disregarding the feigning taking

of insincere offense to a counter attacking only happening due to ill-considered, first strike, attackings.

MAYDAYS: On interference in the affairs of ‘sovereign’ nations, the nature of claims to sovereignty and utterly disregarding the insincere, feigned taking

of offense to a counter attacking, only happening due to ill-considered, first strike, attackings.

MAYDAYS: His story. History. Of the Watcher, Penemue. Puppet master, Vladimir. His apprentice puppets: Xi, Kim and Kim’s lover, Don. Verse. Fictional nonfiction, in verse.

Linked, by Twitter’s algorithm, into drama, not in standard prose, but in, epic, verse.

How to get billions of wise men, to listen to one another? And reason, together? How to get them to do what they have not done for Holy men.

Men like Abraham, Solomon, Jesus and Mohammed. Arthur knows. Nothing less than a miracle can help Arthur, help men.

Holy men. Men like Abraham, Solomon, Jesus and Mohammed. Like Buddha, Confucius, Gandhi and Martin Luther King. Arthur, knows. Nothing less than

miracles can help Arthur, help men, help themselves. Save a miracle, nothing, can be done. But Art, has a plan.

Vestiges of slavery (and virulent racism), live on. White privilege, too. To the effects we now see, in societies, ever increasingly, fractured. In Art’s

vision, daily viewings of ‘Earthrise’, may neuro-scientifically bond, the ever distrustful, brothers … of Art.

In Art’s vision ‘Earthrise’ neuro-scientifically bonds, distrustful brothers. “Now’s the time,” says Sun Tsu. Sun Tsu says, “Strike while weak,

is the cabal.” Says Sun Tsu, “Move from weapons, to words. “Use children, to write them. For the ever strong are, for the moment, weak.”

Momentarily, strongmen, are vulnerable. To yet another student movement, populist. University students left to join, elementary, sisters

and brothers. Move from weapons, to words. But don’t, just march. Tweet, your feelings. Enjoin, your criminal, leaders.

Enjoin the criminal leaders of the cabal. Momentarily, strongmen are vulnerable. Like no time, ere. There is much to do, beyond marching. Your feelings, tweet.

Move, from weapons to words. Against tweets of peace, no weapon deters. So … let US … tweet.

Climate change. Thanks to Greta, a gateway issue. And thanks to Alexandria’s green new deal, gateway solutions, possibly. MAYDAYS. Viral,

eventually, it’ll go. So pay attention, Vlad, Xi and lovers, Kim and Don. Endorse, a Kim-Don Plan, eventually, transcendentally, going, viral.

A lot to lose has the master puppeteer. Imagine the shock waves of a forced resignation of The Don, upon his brothers, in the cabal. Especially,

Vladimir, Xi and Kim. When they realize that the people are wise, to their shenanigans. And their … apostasy.

Shenanigans, political and apostasy, spiritual. The foundation of much of the conflict bloodily marking, history, nonfictional. Lots to lose has Putin,

the master, puppeteer. And apprentice, puppeteers. Imagine their consternation, on Don’s resignation.

That consternation was on display last evening at the brothers’ nightly soirée, on Luna. Converging on Luna, in dreams. Meeting there, truths, to tell,

not lies. To spark the conceptual phase of, Kim and Don’s, Kim-Don Plan, the truth … to tell.

Indeed only cursorily has the Kim-Don Plan been considered by its purported co-author, Presidents: Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin; Xi Jinping; Kim

Jong un and Donald John Trump. Co-authors of allegorical fiction, nonfictional. Key are Nobels for Don and Kim.

Key to the climax of the greatest story ever tweeted, ironically, are two statuettes. Statuettes become a planet’s greatest prizes. Don and Kim,

authors of MAYDAYS’s real allegorical fiction, may really be Nobel Peace Prize winners. All hail, Don, and Kim.

Kim and Don. Authors, along with Vlad and Xi of allegorical fiction, worthy maybe of a Peace Prize, or, alternatively, a Nobel for literature. Kim and Don.

Sounds … rhymes … like Kingdom. A portent. Of peaceful prosperity. Born of The Kim and The Don.

Greta is stealing Don’s thunder with her Fridays for Futures campaign, demanding immediate action to mitigate, climate change. Less than

eleven years left to ameliorate the warming of the planet. We had a Plan in Paris. A Plan, The Don, withdrew US, from.

We had a Plan in Paris. A Plan The Don, withdrew US from. Back when he was a freshman president. Ironically, in only his second year, bets being too risky,

all bets are off. He’s resigning. To be like Greta, a climate activist, albeit, near, incredibly.

Under pressure, Don’s resigning. To implausibly reinvent himself to be, like Greta, not a schoolgirl, but a climate activist. And the Paris Agreement, he

as President withdrew US from, becomes centerpiece of a Kim-Don Plan for global, peace and prosperity.

The Paris Agreement Don withdrew US from, is become centerpiece of a Kim-Don Plan for global, peace and prosperity. The President’s

being forced to resign. To protect himself, his family and his brand. And he’s reinventing himself, to … remain, relevant.

Don’s lawyers are secretly negotiating the terms of the President’s surprise resignation. To protect, in order of importance, himself, his

brand and his family. He’s reinventing himself to remain politically relevant. To assets, protect. It is, what it is.

The President’s lawyers are secretly negotiating the terms of what Republicans shall be characterizing as a ‘shocking’ resignation. Unexpected,

certainly. Surprising? Maybe. But, certainly not, shocking. Shocking, would have been doing, what was expected.

Shocking would have been, had The Don actually done, what has been expected of him. Alas for The Don, ’twas not to be. Rudy, o/b/o Vladimir

and The Don, secretly negotiates terms favorable to them. Apprentice Don. And Master Puppeteer. President, Vladimir.

Draconian sentencings and ‘Danteian’ punishments: Re-education, with a twist. Watching in utter shame their future torments in rereading, readings.

Readings on the wisdom in Golden Rules. And service to others. Terrifying to the brothers’ cabal is reading.

Facing the prospect of a sentence of millions of years of re-education, reading everything on wisdom, Truth and reconciliation and a green, new

deal, terrified are Kim Jong un, Donald Trump, Xi Jinping and puppet master, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, anew.

Terrified are Kim Jong un, Donald Trump, Xi Jinping and puppet master, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, anew. Anew it is true, because these three

despots and a despot wannabe live lives, in fear. Now terrified moreover, by the prospect of reading, eternally.

Truly terrified is Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, the erstwhile KGB and the erstwhile, Russian master, of puppetry. Of Kim and Don and, especially, of Xi.

Three despots and a wannabe, live in fear. Terrified moreover by the prospect of reading, eternally.

The prospect of reading was especially distressing to wannabe Don. Even more than prison, Don fears reading. The Don’s brothers, however, fear prison,

more. They all fear prison. Even more, with that little girl, climate warrior, @GretaThunberg, in Sweden.

The members of the cabal fear prison. More now, now that a little girl climate warrior, a modern-day, Joan of Arc, communists, have found in Sweden.

The prospect of prison was most distressing to the Presidents of the cabal not American, i.e., all of them.

A modern-day Joan of Arc. A little girl, climate warrior. And Lord knows likely, she fights like a girl, too. A slip of a girl have communists found, in Sweden.

She fights like a girl. Unfairly. Men demand she return to school for further … instructions.

Her elders are demanding that Greta return to school. For standard instruction, in lieu of instructions on how to avert, an oncoming, castrophe,

scientifically documented. No Joan of Arc. Just a girl, climate warrior with Asperger’s, averting, a castrophe.

The role in which the bit actor The Don in His Story, stars, may be that of bumbling, hero, intentional, or the unconventional anti-heroic hero. Time,

only indirectly shall tell whether hero, or not. At issue on Judgment Day: where his soul goes, in time.

At issue on Judgment Day is where his soul goes, in time. His. And ours. Time, inexorably, tells. For the roles in His Story we bit actors ironically, play, may be as heroes.

Or less than heroes. And, of course, not as to all men, is any other man, a hero.

Verily, ‘tis a given that not as to all men is any other man a hero. That’s why He, not ye, decide. At issue Judgment Day: Whether our souls further go, in time.

His goes back, more than likely, for re-education. We go on to Heaven at Godspeed … in time.

Sick souls are sentenced to lengthy re-education whilst we go on Heavenly ways at Godspeed in time. It’s why He, not ye, decide on matters, weighty.

Re-education. More schooling. More reading. Condemned to read, shall be Donny. And the brothers, of Donny.

Re-education. More schooling. More reading. Condemned to read may be Donny and his brothers. And humbly serving, over a long time the Muslims,

Mexicans and other Urantians, by them, sleighted. Punishments are Danteian. Real penance in Draconian sentencing.

In last night’s dreamy soirée Draconian sentencings and ‘Danteian’ punishment: Re-education, with twists. Watching in shame, future torments.

Like service to others. And readings. On the wisdom in Golden Rules. Futures terrifying, to a cabal’s, presidents.

“Heaven help us,” the people cry upon hearing the news, of yet another, atrocity. Yet another mass murdering, terror attack. This one, ironically,

by a white nationalist, who cited Trump as a symbol, of a common purpose and a renewed, white, identity.

Yet another, mass murder terror, attack. This one, ironically, by a white nationalist, citing The Don as a uniting symbol of white purpose, white

identity, and white renewal. The 45th president of US: Donald John Trump. Anti-hero? Or, an Antichrist, white?

Donald John Trump. On yet
another, mass murdering, terrorist, attack. This one by a white nationalist, citing Don as a symbol of white

purpose, white identity and white renewal. The President: What in Hell, is he? Hero? Anti-hero? Or Antichrist, white?

What role in His Story may be playing The Don? Hero? Anti-hero? Or an Antichrist, pale-faced? The President’s categorically denying that white

nationalism is a problem on the rise in US. Denying that he is a symbol of identity, purpose and renewal, white.

A symbol of white identity for some (quite many), is The Don. And the role in which bit actor Don in His Story, stars, may be that of a bumbling, hero,

intentional, or alternatively, an unconventional, anti-hero. Time shall tell whether hero, or anti-hero.

Time indirectly shall tell, whether the Flip-Flopper-in-Chief on Judgment Day, is hero, or anti-hero. The role in which bit actor Don in His Story, stars,

may be that of a bumbling, hero, intentional, or that of the unconventional … anti-heroic … star.

The role in which the bit actor The Don in His Story, stars, may be that of bumbling, hero, intentional, or the unconventional … anti-heroic … hero.

Time, only indirectly shall tell whether hero, or not. At issue on Judgment Day: where his soul, goes.

Co-authored and self-published by Sino-Russo neighbors Vlad and Xi, on the dark web; a text to subvert big-headed, sore-loser, Americans.

Negotiate with President Don and with President Don only. Just flatter him. Get good deals, from a witless, American.

The youthful face of climate change is Greta’s. Smooth, not weather-beaten, like men. A modern day, Joan of Arc. Only 16. Short, of stature. Towering

over, taller, men. The story of a child that could. She did. Because she could, over taller men, towering.

The iceman, Don, cometh. And Don, since ye know, what ye’ve done, ye know, what’s coming. Until recently, like Kim in Hanoi, ye’ve had no plan,

alternative. A contingency, Plan B’. And ye’ve presided, poorly. Greta on the contrary … has a great … plan.

At the Watcher Penemue’s direction Arthur presents to the Urantians, Twitter’s propriety algorithm, as present. To pen tweets to entities,

proprietary, corporate, corporal or political, decision, making They need not, rhyme. But they must be … timely.

Everything past; everything present; everything in futures, too (having happened (then), too), literally, string connected to encompassing, presents.

Pasts and futures, in circuit, connected. Arthur presents to thee, Twitter’s algorithm, as present.