A billion pieces of sundry items of propaganda were parachuted, ballooned or
shot into … or, over … North Korean lines, during the (conflict) war.
Kim in Pyongyang. Don in New York. Art in San Juan. The three listen closely
to Don’s speech to, New York’s, United Nations … General Assembly.
At a mortified UN, a mocking Donald vows to kill Kim if Trump-brand dynasty
properties (food, for his family), are, at all, targeted … threateningly.
We know you’re new at this. Already you’re doing better, being, presidential.
Listening, following instructions and remedial reading; all, remedial.
On what to do re Kim and Moon, given gaffes thus far; use twitter diplomacy.
Greet him, Donald. Ask, of his family. Do not demean him, meanly.
Don’t do Don as is your wont, meanly, demean, whomever may be facing ye.
Recall a carrot and a stick. Invite, with a carrot. With a stick … beat.
Most threats, Don, won’t cut it. But there is one, Don, exception, exceptional.
Just ask Jim, HR and Rex. They’ll recall US operations, psychological.
Propaganda: Kim fears it almost as much as he fears, the passage … of time.
Time waits not for Kim, Don, Art, or any man. Their enemy’s … time.
URANTIAN AMBITIONS
Kim’s, North Korea. So-called, Hermit Kingdom. So-called, pariah, state, it’s
also, a cult-of-personality, state. Kim is the alpha-male, top-dog in it.
Kim … and his father … and his father’s, father, have long been, threatening.
Threatening, is become, unfortunately, culturally, so, North Korean.
The dynamic’s, complex. Don’s, unfit. Kim’s, emboldened. Art is, really old.
Time’s short for everybody. And Art knows Kim fears … getting, old.
I know Don, builder-dictator-wannabe, now presiding. And … Dictator Kim,
the dictating … dictator. And, I know too, why the caged birds … sing.
Has Donald’s ambition always been the Antichrist to be? I know the Donny,
builder-dictator-wannabe. And Kim, the dictator. And, I know .. me.
Is Don, a man unbound by ambition, the Antichrist, of our future’s, history?
Worse yet. Has Don’s ambition always been … an Antichrist … to be?
AMERICA FIRST
Is Don the Antichrist, indeed? Even Arthur his brother by this speech has been,
taken aback. Is my brother … Don, the Antichrist … I wonder, again?
Is Don the Antichrist? In a rambling, contradictory and surely … inflammatory
speech ‘His Excellency’, the Donald, Urantia, for war … us … readies.
Don’s (is this guy the Antichrist?) speech to his gathered, brothers … fake news,
half-baked, half-truths, and, bold … lies. cc: @KCNA_KoreanNews
Kim: It is best by far, to win (are ye copying, Don), without, actually … fighting.
Everybody wants to win. Ye. Don. Art. But Art’s been thinking ….”
One last clarion call, Pen the Watcher plans, for man’s, last stands. Watcher
Pen’s chosen as protagonists, the brothers, Kim, Don, and Arthur.
LEADING, LESS NATIONALLY
Kim, Don and Art amuse. 3 characters use 140 of them, to muse on history’s,
muses. Dead poets, philosophers, and scientists. Dead on, history.
As if letters to Urantia, from Art’s secret lover, Emily … and from her friends,
Ovid, Rumi and Willy. Friends gracing pages, beginnings, to ends.
Aristotle’s ‘all is number’ is, as if letters to Urantia … from my beloved Emily,
whispering softly to me to be brave into the terrible … face of thee.
And on: “Kim, Xi, Vlad & Don: Lead, less nationally. More, internationally!”
Ye can’t all, win. Yet everybody … may win. If Kim, ye … hear me.”
Art went on: “Views and thoughts to a communally transformed, humanity!
Ye: Kim, Xi, Vlad and Don, et al., need to … lead … less … nationally!
“What if 7 billion of ye were to view a view and think a thought, communally,
concurrently? And views and thoughts transformed communally?”
KIM’S SUN TSU
Kim: It is best by far, to win (are ye copying, Don), without, actually … fighting.
Everybody wants to win. Ye. Don. Art. But Art’s been thinking ….”
Recall Kim Sun Tzu’s, excellence, of victory: Subduing enemies … sans fighting.
The most excellent victory is, breaking resistance … sans … fighting.
… of ye and our 7 billion brothers. Don wants to drone ye. His generals, agree.
But Jim, HR & Rex would drone ye not with munitions … but poetry.
… threatening, not merely, temporal interests, but more importantly, interests,
evolutionary. I love you Kim. I love, Don too. It’s in the interests …
“Yea, Kim. Don’s crazy, maybe. Ye too. Methinks not though. In your interests,
ye are acting … interests ye have boxed yourselves into. Interests …
“Yea, Kim. Don’s crazy, maybe. So they say, of you. But I … Art … your brother,
know better. Crazier, are the 7 billion, tweeting not, their brothers.”
“Buzz, my trusty, cyber-spy fly espies, military plans, yours, Don’s and Don’s
generals. Like Cain, he wants to kill ye. Like Cain, he’d have, Kim’s.”
So sayeth Arthur Everman, megalomaniacal brother, to ye, and to Don; founder
of the @Chachomanopapa School of Poetry, and he sayeth further …
“For the riches and power, ye, Kim and Don, have sought, are diametrically … in
opposition, to the riches and power I have sought … in His, wisdom.”
Horace Walpole’s world: “The world is a tragedy to those who feel but a comedy
to those who think.” Tragi-comedy … says Art … “to those … like me.”
Don’s your Cain-like brother. He speaks with a forked, tongue. Drone-gifts; news
up-coming … Don’s generals … present, arms. @KCNA_KoreanNews.
You and Don, temporarily, get yours. Arthur … in freedom and in anonymity by
revelations’ epiphanies cumulative, eventually got his … bye and bye.
We three brothers yearn, for riches and for power. You, got yours. Don, got his.
Art, in freedom and anonymity by revelation and epiphany … got his.
Kim: More-Mart greeter Arthur’s a Prodigal Son, of his Father. He’s your brother.
e’s Don’s brother too. We three yearn, for riches … and for … power.
All kidding aside, Kim. Don’s your Cain-like … megalomaniacal … cyber, brother.
And humble More-Mart greeter Arthur’s a Prodigal Son, of his Father.
Due to Kim Jong un’s deity personality, a casket in the foreground, is, incredibly,
to ceremonially, sanctify … and forever, shelter … his bullshit, buried.
A casket accents Kim’s deity personality. A casket’s to bury and … ceremonially,
sanctify, the sanctimonious, and sacrilegious bullshit, there … buried.
Drones easily could have killed the DPRK’s sovereign Kim, in a royal outhouse on
Here (see pic.twitter.com/Mwowbf9RLf), lunatics, are everywhere. Everywhere.
Like over there. Over there, in the darkness. Light … not everywhere.
JUST SAY NO
RELAX URANTIA! Buzz, Art’s trusty cyber-spy-fly, espies from walls, everywhere.
Between Kim, Don and Moon … lunatics seem virtually … everywhere.
At last night’s soiree, Kim fully agreed, with Donald and with Arthur. Persuasive,
indeed, would be, poetry-prose-music-propaganda, drones … coercive.
A lip-flapping president, immodestly, self-described as, modern-day, presidential.
DEPLORABLE! However, he is, awfully … modern-day … presidential.
Kim nodded affirmatively. Unacceptably persuasive would be … coercive replies
whether poetry, prose or music. NO TO DRONES lying in … my skies.
No. Absolutely not. No to drones flying and lying in and over North Korean skies
sovereign, in a sovereign land. Pray, tell me, the drones … shan’t fly.
Art glanced over to Don. Pulsating lips, just beginning their anticipated vibrating.
Art, pushed ‘mute’. Embracing Kim, Art said to him, “Time for healing.”
“DUDE! Wake the fuck up! Ye’ve just fired two missiles over Japan. Your unclean
hands are, as Professor Lawson might say, filthily, unclean.
Filthily unclean, Kim, are bloody, hands. Kim reeks, of Satan’s sulfur. Ye’d best in
good faith, negotiate with Don. Then the Art said to them …
“I’m smart! I, know words! I wrote (ed. note: NOT!) The Art Of The Deal.” Arthur
pushed mute on his remote, finding pathetic, a lip, flapper.
Pathetic, lip … flappers. A pet peeve … of Art’s. Bad enough, from run-of-the-mill
citizens. His so-called speech (and speeches), speak of Americans … very ill.
A lip-flapping president, immodestly, self-described as, modern-day, presidential.
DEPLORABLE! A presidency, however, awfully, modern-day … presidential.
PROPAGANDA DRONES
Art’s poetry-prose-music-propaganda drones. Measures so effectively … coercive,
and inherently non-violent. Eminently sensible. And especially, persuasive.
On the megalomaniacs, Don and Kim and Art: On madcap, games of thrones. On
the acting of maybe mad, mad, men and Art’s poetry … propaganda, drones.
Security demands that we keep all plans, save lunch, from Don. His are loose lips
mounted low, very low, on his hips. Once told something, vibrate, his … lips.
Xi, Don, Abe and Moon have top-secret plans for top-secret gifts, for brother, Kim.
Pardon me. Did I say Don? Security demands that we keep plans … from him.
Guarded, top-secretly: Top-secret plans of Xi, Don, Abe and Moon’s … for brother,
Kim. A gift … weaponized … from Kim’s so emergently, pissed-off … brothers.
We, Kim and Don hereby order, that all global citizens meet, via twitter, in space.
We order that citizens CONCURRENTLY view Art’s images to and from, space.
http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/resources/7656?category=images#.WbugZ-YjK6w.twitter
On the megalomaniacs, Don and Kim and Art: On madcap, games of thrones. On
the acting of maybe, mad, mad men and Art’s poetry … propaganda … drones.
KIM’S SUN TSU
Arthur, mind you, dear lector (like all modern generals), is a student of Kim’s Sun
Tsu. Art Everman’s military strategies reflect Kim and the venerable … Sun.
That Kim is Korean and Sun is Chinese is precisely the point of this epic, exercise.
That a tell-tale humanity is made a tall tale. Total, obfuscation. Totally, lies.
THE TALLEST TALE EVER TOLD
This is the tallest tale, ever told. A tall tale, of a tall Don, a short Kim and a skinny,
Art, short … too. Three, megalomaniacal, wannabes, are Kim, Don and Arty.
Three wannabes are, Kim, Donald and Art. Kim is, the dictator. Don, is the speller
and dictator-wannabe. Arthur’s, the writer; of truth, a wannabe … speaker.
In soirees, nightly, Kim, Don and Art pen … poetry. Epic poetry, in pursuit of Pen’s
plan; to save, His Urantia … from Urantians … for your Urantian … children.
Urantia’s legatee, children. The blameless, innocents. Forced to buy into systems,
rigged. Brothers Kim, Don and Art want, more than anything, to save them.
“Bomb me … metaphysically … not physically,” suggested Kim, “if ye wish … to box
me in. Metaphysically, bombing me. That’s thinking … well out of the box.”
“For physical bombardment dismembers. Metaphysical bombing seeks members.
For in the hearts and minds of member (wo)men is a stoker and an ember.”
And Don replied, “Well said, Kim. Rex, HR and Jim want a decapitation operation.
But I know better than anybody who has ever been all about … everything.”
SETTING, CHARACTERS, CONFLICT
Tall tales are fictional. But beware this tale’s nonfictional location. It’s a setting in
dire need of an adequate medium, of cross-cultural pedagogic, instruction.
Verily beware this tale’s fictionally nonfictional, setting. A one and only Earth i.e.,
Urantia. We’ve sent Art to empower ye by the power of Penemue’s poetry.
Kim, Don and Art amuse. Three characters, use 140 of them, to muse on history’s
muses, poets, philosophers and scientists. The dead, on dead on … history.
Tall tales are generally if not by definition fictional. Is this exception? Resolution
is an author’s privilege. Lectors may scroll to ends; if they, can find them.
An alchemical algorithm is this tall tale, in the lingua franca, of the King’s English,
unencrypted. Not just for the English anymore is the language, of English.
For relatively rich is the language of English. By word count, the richest language.
But words oft get in the way. So, combo the pics, with prose … and poetry.
And set the two to music, in this case, NORTH-Korean-like, to make number three,
the music that enraptures, in all the Urantian languages, so enthrallingly.
ONE HUNDRED ONES
A Korean. Two Americans; one of the first class, Don, and one of the second, Art.
And the one of the second class is of the ninety-nine. Don’s … of one … apart.
“We have been kicking the can down the road, and we are out of road,” says HR,
of Kim on rapprochement. There’s no there (road) there. None. So says HR.
There’s no there (road to peace) there, says HR … between … Donald, and … Kim.
Prolog to epilogs: Of real news in fake-time. On Don and Kim and Art; war’s fog,
defoggers. On (wo)man’s great prolog forward, toward, ever greater, epilogs.
Then Penemue said to Art. “Ponder … first. Only, thereafter, pen. For … what ye
have to say, albeit fundamental, sounds radically revolutionary to too, many.
JERRY’S COMEDY
Jerry’s comedy about nothing, has nothing, on Art’s comedy. For Arts’s comedy,
is about everything. Caveat. Dear, lector: This long poem’s, epically lengthy.
For photo-prose-poetry IS humanity’s best weapon, against the weapons of war,
of Don and Kim. Mightier than swords … pens, after all! And pics, far, more.
Worth more are pictures than countless words. Children! Citizens! Lend … me,
Ham, your ears. Hear Art’s, Dear John. If Urantia’s (Earth’s) Angel-Trainee,
Art Everman, fails in his mission impossible, what’s never happened … happens.
Arthur shan’t earn, angel wings! “No big deal,” thinks meanly, aloud, the Don.
But if Arthur earns not his coveted wings … da shit … will really start happening.
Only, faster. Much, faster. For now, it’s just Don and the Kim … a-threatening.
I’m pissed. Ye’ve no idea what Art’s suffered through. I Hamlet … of Willy fame,
madman, Prince of Denmark, am but one of many narrators, to ye … entertain.
For I Willy’s Hamlet, noble ignoble,was a fool too. And we who pen from graves,
pen, hoping your children pen, and pray, too. Ne’er again, be ruled, by knaves.
DO GOOD OR DO EVIL
Kim and Don know. Deepak, well, has taught them: No matter the situation … evil,
lurks. Remind, yourself, “I have choices, to make. Do good … or do … evil.”
And so Arthur’s brothers Kim and Don knew, having played as well Ouija just a day
before that Arthur was very easily confused by his choices, most, everyday.
By the time then that they next played their favorite game of Monopoly, Kims’ Kim,
and the Don had a fix … in. Ganged up on Art were the Donald and the Kim.
Donald and Kim ganged up on Art when they next played … Monopoly. Conspiracy,
in a Monopoly, game. Imagine. A prodigal son, born of a game of Monopoly.
They knew better. Deepak, well, had taught them: No matter, the situation … evil,
lurks. Remind yourself, “I have choices to make …. Do good … or do evil.”
AN ORIGINAL SIN
Verily, it depends on both the Kim and the Donald. Verily too, it now also depends
on that also, Hamlet-like, ham, Arthur. All in all, all, depends, on them.
Propaganda drones, bombing Pyongyang; an infinitesimal part of a much … larger
story. Kim’s the dictator. Don’s the speller. Art, an astonished, writer.
Kim’s the dictator. Don’s the speller (builder and the dictator, wannabe). Arthur’s
the writer of Pen’s poetry and, the prodigal, brother, of his … brothers.
A prodigal to Kim and the Don has been their brother, Art. The reason underlying,
Art’s sojourns abroad? It’s the reason’s why Kim and Don … keep lying.
The reason why Kim and the Don, even to this day lie, so ever constantly, fatefully,
is owing to a playing one day of the simple board game of … Monopoly.
A game of Monopoly’s the reason why, Kim and the Don … , even to this day, ever
constantly, lie. From that day onward they’ve had no Thought Adjuster.
Enter, to the rescue the ever wannabe, prodigal brother, and now, Angel-Trainee,
Arthur Everman. To save his brothers, Kim and Don and all, humanity.
KIM, DON AND ART: ANTIHEROES, GOOGLED
No one’s noticed that Kim, Don and Art have a back-channel … of communication.
Communicating nightly, they refrain from any diurnal, communications.
This they do because it daily, keeps them apart. A reminder of when chosen men,
like Goliath, like David, did battle in proxy of their respective, tribesmen.
So best kept apart are, says their brother, Art, Kim and Don. Given their druthers,
they’d, in a cage, in an extravaganza, settle matters, one way or another.
Given that it is what it is, though, that’s not happening! So Art turned to … Google.
Google’s (forbear for odd names) great, for names, needed to be, googled.
The dictator Kim the visionaries (now deceased), see, at evening soirees … starkly,
contrast with the reckless and diabolical Kim … the one … ye see … on TV.
And the builder, the speller here, is also at Art’s soirees unlike the fake, daily, Don,
ye daily, see on TV. Here he is a humble … and a seemingly heroic … Don.
Art too, at his soirees, differs from the daily, introverted, Art. Like … Kim and Don,
he is megalomaniacal. Megalomaniacs nightly, exercising … imagination.
NIKKI’S DIPLOMACY, TRADITIONAL
Warmongering by Kim Jong un’s DPRK, is, under international law, done illegally.
So thinks (allegedly), More-Mart greeter Arthur Everman, very extra legally.
Treat not lightly, Arthur’s opinion. Not, because it’s Art’s. It’s because his opinion
is rightly the distinguished opinion of academic in the field, Arthur Lawson.
Lawson’s, THE PRESENT STATUS OF PROPAGANDA IN INTERNATIONAL LAW; an
authoritative statement of the law …. So sayeth Art … of @chachomanopapa.
@WHNSC @StateDept @DeptofDefense: HR. Rex. Jim. Fair or not, it has befallen
to ye three, of all of the presidents’ men to somehow, neutralize, a madman.
HR. Rex. Jim. Men called to neutralize, however many madmen … may threaten.
ye are called upon to so do, to secure the security of the nation and citizens.
Three, sane men. Two, maybe, insane, men. The maybe, insane ones … weapons,
nuclear, have. Enter Pen. Enter Art. Enter poetry, as an, armed … weapon.
Student of Sun Tsu and More-Mart greeter Art on Art’s three-pronged … strategy.
1st: Nikki’s diplomacy, traditional. Get Xi, and Vlad, to propaganda, agree.
PSY-OPS AND TWITTER DIPLOMACY
2nd: Jim, HR, Rex: Psy-ops. 3rd: Don’s Twitter diplomacy. Lie, Don. Lie to Kim.
You know. Sugar and spice. Everything nice. It’s the nature of diplomacy.
It’s diplomacy, Don. Between parties diplomatic it’s understood that everybody’s
lying. Nikki’s, good. You’re, great. But the generals’, psy-ops … may be key.
Kim knows of psy-ops. He loves his. He hates, yours. Like father, like son … and
grandson. Moon too, knows psy-ops, Kim’s fathers, and playing, his hands.
Don won’t want Kim to know what he’s up to. Don’s generals know of Kim’s fear
of propaganda. And Kim knows not, what’s up with Don. And so, he fears.
Kim, fears. He fears, everyone. He fears, everything. Most of all, Kim fears time.
And propaganda. Kim fears propaganda may rob him, of precious … time.
Moon, the south Korean president, is ex-military. He knows Kim. He knows Kim
goes ballistic whenever southern folk, rain propaganda bombs, upon him.
Kim fears psychological operations. Like regimes. He loves his. He hates, yours.
Like fathers and sons. His; not yours. Moon knows, why Kim fears yours.
ART’S ART
On the less than historically traditional, story-telling poetry as arm, of militaries.
Overtly military operation options, are limited. Photo-letter-bomb … Kim!
Three clashes of nations. Three problems. Three opportunities, brothers three,
act out in a subplot of history an interweaving of His story, with our story.
History’s His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. In irony’s wisdom.
Behavior modification, theoretically, is not limited to just individuals only.
On what is, what was and what, may be, learned literati, muse … on … ontology;
like luminaries, western, the likes of, Aristotle, Milton, Locke and Socrates.
Eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi, Muhammad & Gandhi see: Hindsight’s, 20-20.
And they see real folly; their own, and far more importantly … humanity’s.
A still-born, twitter-diplomacy, they fear, they shall see. Say what? Diplomacy,
by Twitter, dead? Sad. Great, could have been, Don’s, Twitter, diplomacy.
Three problems. Two brothers. One story. Tiny subplots of a story … His story,
is man’s history. Tiny subplots of His creation are ye, infinitely, tiny … ye.
ON DON AND XI
Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran,
Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken; his own, frugal … barman.
Don’s made it clear: He shall deal with Kim with or without … China’s Xi’s help.
Don will war against Kim, sans help. He needs but enemies, not any, help.
If Xi’s not going to solve Kim’s North Korea we will, says he. And it’ll be as easy
as ABC. Believe me, no one else can. Only me. Nobody else can. Only me.
If Xi helps that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t … then that won’t be
good for anyone. Simplifying and complicating things: twitter-diplomacy.
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three, problems.
Enter the three brothers, madly, megalomaniacal, with three … quill pens.
PROBLEM OPPORTUNITIES
The two Koreas. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Six … huge opportunities.
Simultaneously, Art’s witless brothers threaten Urantia … devolutionarily.
Three problems. Two brothers. One mini-story. Subplots of a story … His story,
is man’s history. Tiny subplots of His creation are ye, infinitely … tiny, ye.
Surreally, Donny is the recently elected, President, of US. Kim, is the … veteran,
Prez of the DPRK; Art, once, 40 years drunken, his own, frugal … barman.
Don’s made it clear: He shall deal with Kim with, or without, China’s Xi’s, help.
Don will war against Kim, without help. He needs but enemies, not help.
If Xi’s China’s not going to solve Kim’s Korea, we will says he. And it’ll be easy,
as ABC. Believe me no one else can. Only me. No one else can. Only me.
If Xi helps, that’ll be good for China, Don said. If Xi doesn’t, then, that won’t be
good for no one. Simplifying and complicating is … twitter … diplomacy.
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three, problems.
Enter the three brothers, madly, megalomaniacal with, three quill pens.
TRADING PLACES
But Kim and Don, differ. They dealt with The Devil. They accepted … an offer
from him. An offer they couldn’t refuse. Their souls, for earthly power.
And riches. And luxury. Don’s lot is to be in the company … along with Abel’s
bros, Cain, Adolph, Alex, Attila, Napoleon and lots, of other, little people.
Whether ye want it or not, ye are bros. Art’s bros … Kim and Don … like Abel,
and like Cain. But it was by his nature that Cain was less able than Abel.
None of them need suffer. Not Kim. Not Don. And not Art. Three … brothers,
are Kim Don and Art. Whether they want to be or not they are brothers.
Tiny subplots of His story, the stories of Kim, Don and Art, the three brothers,
megalomaniacal. No one of them need suffer, if all of them, are brothers.
The Devil made them offers that they could not refuse. They accepted, offers.
The terrible truth is that Kim and Don, for power, their souls, bartered.
The Urantia Book, aka The Urantia Papers or The Fifth Epochal … Revelation;
its authors or author unknown have made of it a mystery … revelation.
ENTER THE BARBARIAN
Too many enemies, hath the Donny. To them hath been added … on.barbarian.
Lips and mouth are his own worst enemy. Parts, parted from, the soul, of Don.
Community, selflessness, the acquisition of wisdom … and … sharing it. Kim
and Don, went to school. Yet, soulless are Art’s brothers, Don and Kim.
In imaginations, where Art knows no fear, he’d renew the souls, of Kim and Don.
Ham (Hamlet) hammed it up on Arthur, last night. At last evening’s daily soiree, said he,
“Desperate times call for desperate measures. May your tweets be, ‘spammy’.”
Laughter ensued. Art laughed. The dead laughed. Laughing too too were Don and Kim.
Shared, laughter. A good, sign. Of shared, community. Of a shared … wisdom.
Art, blushed. The assembled poets, laughed. Then Art replied, “Desperate times verily
do call for desperate measures, my dear, Prince of Denmark, my Hammy.”
“May your tweets be spammy.” Funny guy, that Hamlet, Prince Regent, of Denmark.
A tragi-comic, ironic character. A perfect, master, of ceremonies … to remark.
Don, having scorched the earth under every one of his enemies, even of friends, enemies
he makes. He’s in his element, among enemies. Shall they become, too many?
Blacks. Whites. Jews. Hindus. Muslims. Russians. Puerto Ricans. Americans. Koreans.
Chinese. Vietnamese. And lots of Christians. Lots and lots of enemies, has he.
Don’s USS John S. McCain, is leak-proof. Don’s battle plan calls for a war with Kim to
prevent war with Kim, to win!
URANTIAN IRONIES
Elsewhere in the universe, Urantian ironies are albeit figuratively, killing us, heavenlies.
as they literally, kill ye. Art’s allegory is in the Greek tradition of Homer’s … Odyssey.
THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES 