Will the real Kim Jong Un please stand up? That refrain, from a former earthly TV fave game show (that’s a hit in Heaven) echoes resoundingly … on Earth today.
But too few hear; and too many that hear, don’t see; an inexorable consequence of leisurely activity … that doesn’t include … reading … unfortunately.
You’ve entered into a new age. Me knows; you all expected bells and whistles. Take it from Almighty Me … some ages come in with Big Bangs … others with little ones.
Make no mistake. Take it, to the bank. You heard it first, from Almighty Me. An onset of an eon; silent twitterfiction … or is it … nonfiction?
Talk about Zeitgeist! Twitterfiction? A silent, little bang, if ever Me heard one. Arthur and Kim Jong Un entered … stage left … a stage … and a setting …. authored by Him.
Back to twitterfiction plots. Kim Jong Un sees through transparents (Twitter, Barack & Benny); betrayed & betrayors; mortal hands that shook. Worse; they used Kim to dupe … Me.
As in nonfiction, in twitterfiction, the 1% minority (warm-blooded robber barons and icily-blooded national and corporate entities … neither confirm … nor deny … Me.