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Just another wannabe; but if we wannabes concertedly connect, we'll better forge destinies. It's not about me. it's not about you; rather ... it's about us ... communally.

NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.

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NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.

NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.

NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.

NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.

NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.

NUMBER : LETTER :: PROLOG : EPILOG

Three soiree, nightly, on Luna.  Three, lunatic, brothers.  Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter.  The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and

philosophy, on, highlands.  Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand ….  Never!

The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands.  And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California.  Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,

acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands.  And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization.  For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an

Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,

written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?

And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS:  Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply,  “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”

LUNAR COLLUSION

Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation.  Trust in them verily, is very mistaken.  And Arthur should know.  He has been meeting with them (Kim

and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications.  Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side.  It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate.  It’s from the moon.

There is strength, in numbers.  More on that, later.  For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.

Art’s just a greeter.  A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don.  But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men.  In brothers and sisters.  In fathers and … mothers.

Art greets, professionally:  Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us.  Tweet:  “Honorable Kim:  Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.”  Greet by tweet.

Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted.  No talk of any issues, substantively.  Just greetings.  If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.

On Presidents Kim and Don.  And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.