A whistleblower, shrill, is Arthur, the author. And determined to be as shrill as need be, to get the attention of the citizens, of Urantia. A phenomenal

irony, that. That Art Everman and his brothers Kim, Xi, Don and Vladimir and their plans … go viral.

Irony populates the pages of Art’s MAYDAYS. Ironies like the binary nature of the universes. Giving us day. And night. The seasons. Truth. And lies.

Art’s going viral. To leak the plans of Don and a cabal of lying brothers. Insights too, into, why, we lie.

Insight into, why, we lie. Death by countless, cuts. It’s not that Art knows so much. He’s as dumb as a rocky, road. And how could he otherwise be,

being, the brother of Don? But Art telepathically hears in the hum of the hood over his stove, epic, poetry.

Art senses, in the hum of the hood over his stove, telepathically, epic, poetry. Fully formed tweets, as if flow, from his fingers. It’s not talent. Don considers

him, dumb. Dumb, as a rock. How could Arthur otherwise be, being, The Don’s autistic, brother?

Arthur’s, autistic. His autism, defect enough for Don to bully Art in their youths. Art’s autism tho is not why Art is from a distant, future, returned.

The mission is to save Urantia and its (wo)men. The real reason Art is, the prodigal brother, returned.

Art’s autism tho is not why Art’s from a future, returned. The real mission is to save Urantia and its humans. It’s the real reason, Arthur’s a prodigal,

brother, returned. For autism may be of value, to a prodigal brother whose mission … must go, viral.

Arthur’s very own autism, ironically, may be of value to the prodigal brother whose mission must, to ultimately succeed, go viral.

For unusual behaviors oft are accompanied by capabilities, unusual. Autism. Of value to one whose mission … must go, viral.

Of value to Art in his mission to save Urantia and the estranged brothers residing upon it has been, his autism. Hopefully, eventually, it’ll go, viral.

Virtually pressuring them to shed US of a paradigm of sovereignties. To favor a unity, let US go viral.

MAYDAYS: To pressure our sham leaders to do the right thing in the interests of their peoples‘, not theirs, the sovereignties, shed. Communally, favor

the unity favored by Him. Go viral. Pressure, virtually, to end a paradigm, of sovereignties, disfavored.

Young folks really, really, want a green, new deal. The first step is complete. Millennials have changed the terms of the debate. It is past time to change

the future. If only, older generations help, save the planet. Let US, fear not, sensible … change.

Make no mistake, demographers, pollsters and politicians. Youngsters really want a green, new deal. There is a proposal in Congress. Millennials,

approvingly, are already proving, that the pendulum, ever swings. Beware President Donald … the Millennials.

It is Urantia’s two billion disenfranchised citizens, its children, that have the most to lose here. The children. Our legatees. Left without birthright.

The legatees stand to inherit a planet stranger than that of their parents. And that’s just not right.

For atmospheric reasons beyond the scope of this book, only Truths may be spoken in soirée, on Luna.

Unlike Urantia where the lie rules … on Luna, rules Truth. And as goes Urantia, so goes, Luna.

Unlike Urantia, where lies rule, on Luna, rules Truth. Luna has a lot of skin at stake in Urantian skin games, gone wild. On lying. A contradiction,

caused. And its effect. A lunar effect, Art may use, to force men against interest, to do, the right thing.

To force his brothers in the cabal to do the right thing and to thwart their plan to, the planet of Urantia, divvy up … between them, Arthur,

the author warned them all, last evening, in their nightly soirée, on Luna. That of MAYDAYS, Art … is author.

Given that Don’s been mulling over, resigning, maybe this all really has been, just a prelude to, a suicide. On going down with guns blazing. The wall

or bust! So much for that. He was, bluffing. Still, political suicide, suits The Don. All … for a wall.

President Don fancies that he has an air of unpredictability. Indeed, the Dems think that they have right where they want him, President Don.

In the position of accepting a deal that is worse than, what he began with. A bitter pill … to swallow, for Don.

Imagine Twitter, ALL the people. It’s not hard to do. Men. Women. Children. Especially, the children. Imagine too Twitter, your cash, flow. For good

karma oft causes, fast flowing, cash. Prosperity comes to a company, long term, when the karma … is good.

In catbird seat are the cats at Twitter. Twitter’s algorithm, to them Twitter cats’ credit, as if magically doing, the heavy, lifting. Yet catbird seats, better

still may yet be in store, for them cool, Twitter cats. If only more egalitarian, were Twitter.

Pray tell Twitter: Why not Twitter, sub-forums? To engage tweeters. To attract advertisers. Verily, ye need to appear to be fair moderators of your forum.

Ones not favoring the opinions of some over others. Why not Twitter, for Art’s MAYDAYS, a sub-forum?

Why not Twitter, for Art’s MAYDAYS, a sub-forum? To engage tweeters. To attract advertisers. Ye reasonably need to appear to be fair moderators of Twitter’s

forum. But sub-forums like sub-Reddits, attract advertisers and please, your clients, the tweeters.

Why not Twitter, for Art’s MAYDAYS, a sub-forum? To engage tweeters. To attract advertisers. Ye need to be certainly, fair moderators, of Twitter’s

forum. But sub-forums, like sub-Reddits, spark cash flows, attract advertisers and please, client, tweeters.

Sub-forums, like sub-Reddits, spark cash flows, attract advertisers, and, please, Twitter’s tweeters. Sub-forums … Twitter, may turbo-charge your

current cash flow. Be fair moderators (your raison d’être). Still, tailor content for tweeters … of yours.

When last we were with our anti-hero brothers they were worried. As everybody knows, President Don is compromised. His demise is frightening

the cabal of brothers, now actually considering, working together. That it’s happening, to Art, is not, surprising.

Irreparably compromised, the cabal of ruling brothers has voted to do right. Make no mistake. To do right by themselves. Not by the planet.

It’s as if it’s Groundhog Day, every evening, on Luna. They say … they’ll do right. But then … they don’t do it.
They say they’ll do right. Then they

don’t do it. The cabal has voted to do the right thing. As they see it. By them. They voted to do right by them. Not by the planet. So did the cabal vote yesterday.

Resign, Don, from your presidency. As you now, know, yet another career, awaits ye. For in soirée last night on Luna, Art suggested that ye bravely

pickup the mantle of the globalists, and defend it. Your new mantra: Migration, markets … and meteorology.

Your new mantra, Don, may be migration, markets and meteorology. Resign, Don, from your presidency. Yet another career, awaits ye. Bravely

pickup the mantle of the globalists and defend it. Continue being heroic to many and staying out of prison … maybe.

Don’s new Plan: Plan ZZZ. When Bob shows that he’s got the goods on Don, just, resign. To be again a chameleon turning from Republican,

to Democratic. And back, again. Don‘s mantra may be migration, markets and meteorology. A come-back … from extinction.

Don’s new pitch. To get rich. Again. At the expense of others. And to stay out of jail, of course. And he’s pitching it as a come-back, from extinction.

Don’s new Plan is Plan ZZZ. Upon a deep-state’s fake showing, just resign. And invoke, the power … of Putin.

The power of Putin. ‘Taint nothing to sneeze at. Unless ye have been given Novochok by an agent, Russian. Or it’s cousin, disabler, (whom WHO,

has denominated as), the Don-toxin. An investigation is ongoing. The toxin is a disabler, not a killer, says WHO.

The power, of Putin. ‘Taint nothing to sneeze at. Unless ye’ve been given Novochok by an agent, Russian. Or it’s cousin, disabler, (whom WHO,

surreally denominated as), Don-toxin. Investigations, are ongoing. The toxin’s a disabler, not a killer, says WHO.

BREAKING: Because poetry has so much to do with the story of Urantia (Earth) and The Don and his brothers and an evolution seemingly

being overtaken, by devolution, Art interrupts this thread for a commercial message. Follow me, humans! On wisdom, seeking.

Now look what a fine mess ye’ve got US into Donny. Ye’ve painted US into a corner. Between a rock. And a hard place. And there’s no way out for ye

but to ignominiously, resign. From an off-white, White House residence, resign. Resign from, your presidency.

In twisted twists of fate, long, ere, 2020, GOP nemesis Nancy Pelosi may well be, over US, presiding. The Special Counsel shall be recommending

indictments against the President. Albeit innocent, of all wrongdoing, President Don is, nonetheless, resigning.

@Lin_Manuel @AOC: A fair society may be US. Yet still a great, democracy. Plays are yet to be made. Staged plays. From power plays like Arthur’s

brothers’. The play’s the thing, Nancy Pelosi. Give the rope, play. Lin: A rap, on Broadway, to your brothers?

A fair society. Our society. On the whole. A great, democracy, still. Relatively. Don is to it, a clear, and present, danger. The play’s the thing,

Nancy, Pelosi. So play with Don, Nancy. And Lin: Why not a rap, to your brothers? The play … is the thing.

The play is the thing, Nancy, Pelosi. So play with The Don. And Lin: Why not a rap, to your brothers? For it is said that the play is the thing,

not, everything. Ironically, it shall come to pass that The Don’s bit part in a play, may be, Earth … saving.

The play is the thing, not, everything. It May be that The Don’s bit part in the play of life may be, Earth saving. For the play is the thing,

Nancy, Pelosi. Play with The Don. Like a lioness. And Lin: The play, is the thing. Why not another rapping, play?

Why not Lin, another rapping play? And why not Nancy, a power play, political. For the play is the thing, not everything.

Maybe this Don thing, ironically, is pivotal. Play Nancy, with Don. Like … a lioness. And Lin: You know. The play is … the thing.

MAYDAY 1315: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2019: Heaven can wait. But not Urantia. Not with her climate changing before the very eyes of deniers of climate

change. Populations, shift. Yet Don dares to deny the wisdom of compassion, and mocks, any change, in climate.

MAYDAY 1315: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2019: Heaven can wait. Not so, Urantia. Not with climates changing, populations, migrating and a mocking

Don, mocking, everything. Even as Urantia, dies. But Don’s just going through the motions. He’s sensing, an indicting.

Revelations were had last night when Don, quoting Hillary, said, “It takes a village.” And, in a nod to Art, “Heaven can wait. Not so Urantia’s changing

climates and migrating populations,” and his indictment on Earth (Urantia), if not, in Heaven, pending.

The State of the Union. Don’s once, yearly report, to the American, nation. On the state of a nation, run by a moron. Not especially, intelligent, President

Don feels threatened by, mathematics. And by the Special Counsel’s investigation, of the President.

Donald feels threatened by everything and everybody. By mathematics. By English. And by conspiracy (collusion), between the Don and the Russians.

He knows no difference between ‘there’ and ‘their.’ Such, is the state, of the … union, of … the Russians.

Don feels threatened by everything. By math. By English. And by conspiracy (collusion), between himself and the Russians. He knows no difference

between ‘there’ and ‘their.’ Such, is the state, of the union of the Russians. Our disunion, in … difference.

Worse. Worse than getting nowhere fast is reversing. Retrograding. Making of bad decisions, worse ones.
What’s happening? What’s happening is nothing

less than a Russian mole become our President. Humpty Dumpty about to take a great fall. Not … for nothing.

Worse. Worse than getting nowhere fast, is reversing. Retrograding. Making bad decisions, worse. What’s top-secretly happening

is that a Russian mole, is become, President. But Humpty Dumpty has taken a great fall. Not at all, incidentally … for nothing.

Forget Humpty Dumpty.
Humpty Dumpty, in Art’s MAYDAYS, is, allegorically, The Don. Putin’s puppet. But of all Putin’s puppets, The Don one has meant the difference

between irrelevance and prominence. On comrades, Trump and Putin. Two henchmen Presidents.

Humpty Dumpty, in Art’s MAYDAYS, is, allegorically, The Don. Putin’s puppet. Of all Vlad Putin’s puppets, President Don has meant the difference,

between Russian irrelevance and prominence. On comrades, Trump and Putin. To Russia true, these two Presidents.

@Lin_Manuel @AOC: Worse. Far worse than most can imagine is the intrigue in MAYDAYS. Where reasonable speculation, reasonably leads to conclusions, unpalatable to the GOP.

For collusion is, conspiracy. And a criminal conclusion to The Don’s …   presidency.

President Don would have liked to have run in 2020, to once again be the Great White Father, the President. But Feds have the goods on Don and his face,

his son. Good sons and fathers are the father and son, presidential. He’ll resign … to save … face.