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The plots are converging. Witness the Super Bowl. And in the Middle East, Gaza, Israel — and those mean bullies, Hamas. Elon’s sent the tech sector into a frenzy, bidding $97.4 billion bid to purchase ChatGPT maker, OpenAI. Witness Elon, presiding.

On January 22, 1984, the Silver & Black dominated Washington, 38-9 in Super Bowl XVIII, setting a record for the most points scored by an AFC team in a Super Bowl; a record untouched until the Chiefs tied it in 2023. But records, are made to be broken.

Records are made to be broken. Or tied. And so it came to pass that on February 9, 2025, the Eagles dominated the Chiefs. 40-22 was the final score. But it wasn’t that close. Mahomes got sacked six times. And he got picked off three times; ‘twas an ass-kicking.

Not so implausibly, it wasn’t Barkley but Hurts who led the team in rushing in the Super Bowl. Jalen Hurts ran the ball 11 times for 72 yards, meaning he averaged an impressive 6.5 yards per carry. It wasn’t Barkley but Hurts who led the Eagles in rushing.

Implausibly also, it wasn’t any of the receivers that led the Eagles in targets. Running back Saquon Barkley darn near led the team in receiving. Vic Fangio’s defense was outstanding. Six sacks. And three picks. ‘Twas an old fashioned, Philly, ass-whooping.

John, at John 15:13, said it most eloquently. Greater love hath no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. It’s the selflessness I harbor, that I’d instill, in everyone. A humble sovereign, shall I. be And soon, over this planet, after WW III, I shall be ruling.

Professional football. Whether European or American, it’s simulated warfare. It’s both war. And a game. Witness what happened at the Super Bowl and what’s happening elsewhere. Witness Gaza. Witness Sudan. Witness Haiti. Witness, what’s happening.

On behalf of the meek of the Earth, I’ve been called. No one knows I’m inheriting, on behalf of them, the Earth. And no one knows why. But the Watcher; and Arthur; and I; we know why the Earth, I’m inheriting. Implausibly; incredibly; the Earth, I’m inheriting.

GREATER LOVE HAS NO ONE — THAN THIS

On behalf of the meek of the Earth, in an outstanding act of selflessness, I reject this paradigm, sovereign. No one knows I’ve been called. No one knows I’m inheriting, on behalf of the meek, the whole, of the Earth.

Almost completely oblivious are the Earth’s surface Earthlings to the mortal danger hurtling towards them. But it’s a secret known but to a few. In the know tho are the Watcher, Art and me and the subterraneans, of the Earth.

The truth is elusive; even as elusive as are the submarines, subterraneans and or the extraterrestrials, sharing the Earth, with us. My fellow Earthlings: We’re sharing our planet with others — We’re not alone — on the Earth.

We’re not alone in the Universe. We’re not alone on Earth, neither. We don’t know whether submarines, subterraneans and or extraterrestrials sharing Earth with us are friendlies or frenemies. We just — don’t know.

We don’t know whether the submarines, subterraneans and or the extraterrestrials sharing the Earth with us are friendlies or frenemies. And if Aristotle was right; if he knew, indeed, nothing — what can we know?

There’s no revolting against The Almighty. There’s no revolting neither against the order of things nor the order in which things happen. It’s Day 2155; a lovely Saturday — but twenty years ago today ‘twas — a lovely, Tuesday.

There’s no revolting against the order of things nor the order in which things happen. It’s Day 2155; a lovely Saturday but twenty years ago today, ‘twas a lovely, Tuesday in New York City on that — very lovely — dark day.

I’ll get back to you on that; my transitional, global dictatorship, that is. The greater point at the moment is, as John so well composed: Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

The greater point at moment is as John incomparably expressed: Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. Good Samaritans laid them down that day. They laid them down, for their friends.

PROJECTING PROJECT 2025

On this 8TH day of February, 2025, these earthly plots are converging. Witness Earthlings: witness how on Earth, these plots, are converging. Witness Project 2025. And Ukraine. And Gaza. Man plans. And God laughs. We keep, Him or Her, laughing.

Witness Israel. And Gaza. And Russia. And Ukraine. Witness US. And Puerto Rico. Man plans. And God laughs. We keep, Him or Her, laughing. And crying. The odds of a ‘city-killer’ asteroid smashing into the good Earth on December 22, 2032 are increasing.

The Blackhawk pilot, a woman, shares the blame with Barack Hussein Obama. And she shares the blame with SleepyJoe Biden. Capt. Rebecca M. Lobach shoulders — and shares the blame. The blame belongs to Lobach, Obama and Sleepy Joe Biden.

MAN PLANS — GOD LAUGHS — RINSE — REPEAT

Take Puerto Rico. Panama. Denmark. And Greenland. A weird lot; these last four. Two nations. Two territories. Life imitates art. And art, life. And it works metaphysically. And physically. Venezuela aspires to be, the US territory of Puerto Rico, liberating.

Life imitates art. And art, life. It works both ways. Israel and Hamas; each is not, in good faith, negotiating. Bibi has reached the conclusion that he must go along with the deal just a little bit, in order to later kill it. Witness on Earth, what, is happening.

Life imitates art. And art, life. Lo and behold, Israel’s security cabinet has recommended approving a deal that would pause the fighting in Gaza; releasing hostages, and prisoners. A ceasefire goes into effect, Sunday. Trying to keep my pale-ass tush from freezing.

I am pleased to announce, in lieu of milk and honey, a pause in the fighting. Behold. A Ceasefire. God willing , it goes into effect on Sunday. Gonna take my inauguration inside. Because it’s cold outside. And I’m trying to keep my pale-ass tush, from freezing.

ICE is planning a large-scale immigration raid in Chicago, Illinois. Indeed, I am pleased to announce, the deportations and tariffs for which this nation, long, has been longing. Baby, it’s cold outside. Deporting whole families; even, infants, deporting.

Predictably, in a televised speech just hours before it was due to start on Sunday, Netanyahu stressed that the ceasefire was “temporary”; that Israel reserves the right to, hostilities, resuming. And that Israel has the backing of me. And my administration, fledgling.

Witness how on Earth these plots are converging. My second administration. I am pleased to announce, the deportations and tariffs for which this nation, long, has been longing. I am pleased to announce that in the face of an invasion, America, I’m defending.

A recent phone call between me and Danish Prime Minister Mette Frederiksen regarding Greenland reportedly devolved into a heated 45-minute exchange, with European officials describing my telephone manners as nothing less than “appalling.”

On this 27TH day of January, 2025; these earthly plots are converging. Witness Earthlings; witness how on Earth, these plots, are converging. Witness Project 2025. And Ukraine. And Gaza. Man plans. And God laughs. We keep, Him or Her, laughing.

These earthly plots are converging. Witness, Earthlings. Witness, what’s happening. On this 27TH day of January, after being in office but for a week, I’m fulfilling my extraordinary role. I am an agent of change. And positive change, implausibly I’m bringing.

Behold. A Ceasefire. In a twist, a ceasefire, war in the Middle East, Peace, threatens. Israel and Hamas at long last have agreed to pause their fighting. And to release the detainees. I am pleased to announce, in lieu of milk and honey, a pause in the fighting.

Danish counterintelligence has revealed that the idea for the U.S. to acquire Greenland was suggested to me by Russian intelligence. According to the Danes, Russia forged a letter from Greenland’s Minister of Foreign Affairs to Senator Tom Cotton.

Russia forged aletter from Greenland’s Minister of Foreign Affairs to Tom Cotton. The letter requested funds for areferendum on Greenland’s independence. The aim was to pique my interest in the island and inspire me to present my own vision.

The FBI and Department of Homeland Security can intercept and take down drones in some circumstances, but state and local authorities have little power to interfere. Americans, under current law, seem vulnerable to Russian and Chinese meddling.

Worried is NATO about Greenland’s inclinations towards independence from Denmark. Greenland’s independence would make the island much more politically unstable. And much more vulnerable to both Russian and to Chinese meddling.

I won’t rule out exercising military or economic coercion to further my goal of bringing both Greenland and the Canal under American control. It’s not just a coincidence that Donald Trump Jr is in Greenland, his closest Greenlandic friends, visiting.

Co-incidentally, my first-born was in Greenland. His closest Greenlandic friends, he was visiting. But it’s no coincidence. And it’s in furtherance of my goal of bringing both Greenland and Panama under American control. That’s what I believe is happening.

Folks across the US are reporting a mysterious fog with a ‘chemical’ smell making them fall ill in parts of Texas, Iowa, Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, North Dakota, Florida, Minnesota and Wisconsin. It’s not dissipating.

Fog typically dissipates later in the day, but the recent fog lingers into all hours of the night, While the fog’s white particle’ appearance may seem unusual, fog is a visible aerosol consisting of tiny water droplets or ice crystals, in air, suspending.

Fog typically dissipates late in the day, but the recent fogs have been lingering into all hours of the night. And their accompanying sickening chemical smells beg for an explanation. But none from our government has been forthcoming.

Elsewhere, severed cable incidents are causing concern among the Western nations that Russia, with the help of China, is engaging in what the White House describes as “hybrid warfare.” The Kremlin denies them. Denying them, is the Kremlin.

For a great awakening, in America, Panama and Greenland, I’ve been calling. And it could all start with Panama, the Panama Canal, returning. Dreaded are the days after Christmas. Universally dreaded are the days after Christmas, now returning.

Dreaded everywhere yesterday, are the days after Christmas. The day before yesterday; ‘twas the dreaded Day After Christmas; the day of returns. The dreaded day of returns, so possibly, enriching. On Panama and Greenland, plans I’m designing.

Universally dreaded are the days after Christmas. Dreaded everywhere yesterday, was the Day after Christmas. The day before yesterday was the dreaded Day After Christmas; ‘Twas the day of returns. ‘Twas the dreaded day of returns, so enriching.

Dreaded everywhere is the Day after Christmas. Today is the Day. Today is the dreaded Day After Christmas. ‘Tis the day of the returns. For a great awakening, in America, I’m calling. For a great awakening, in America, Panama and Greenland, I’m calling.

‘Tis the day of the returns. For a great awakening, in America, I’m calling. For a great awakening, in America, Panama and Greenland, I’m calling. And Vladimir Solovyov, a close ally of mine, as my sycophants are wont to do, my words, seems echoing.

For the return of Alaska to the Russian Federation is calling Russian President, Vladimir Putin. Coincidentally, for a great awakening, in America, Panama and Greenland, I’ve been calling. And it all may start with Panama, the Panama Canal, returning.

Like me, an icon, ahead of his time, was Jimmy Carter. Jimmy’s segregationist father mirrored my own. It’s no coincidence; this confluence of presidents. I’m the hottest ticket in town. Ahead of his time was Jimmy Carter. It’s no coincidence, I’ve been thinking.

Ahead of his time was Jimmy Carter. And ahead of mine, am I. Life imitates art. And art, imitates life. Can I now tell a story that mimics Tolkien? Does the East pose a threat to the West? A threat to western civilization? It’s no coincidence, I’ve been thinking.

Life imitates art. And art, life. It works both ways. It’s no coincidence, I’ve been thinking. It’s likely no coincidence that 2025 begin with a headline, attention, grabbing. Remember, it works both ways. Life, imitates art. And art as well, life is imitating.

Ahead of his time was Jimmy Carter. And ahead of mine, am I. For a great awakening, in America, Panama and Greenland, I’ve been calling. And it could all start with Panama, the Panama Canal, returning. It could all start with Panama, the Canal, returning.

Jimmy Carter’s segregationist father mirrored my own. It’s no coincidence; this confluence of presidents. It’s no coincidence; that this confluence of presidents. Art too, imitates life. Witness the presidents, 39TH, 45TH and 47TH, the Canal, returning.

Witness my roles. As President 45 and President-Elect 47. And the role of Agent 4547. What a blessing. What a blessing, I’ve been. Accordingly, let’s pump up the volume. Pump up the volume. About false flags. And red herrings. That’s what Elon’s doing.

THE DAY AFTER

More goes on here than meets the eye. This drone story has legs. That notwithstanding, there’s a larger story I’m telling. Larger even than drones and stopgap measures. More goes on here than meets the eye. An egalitarian, miraculously, I’m becoming.

Drones are a thing. The End Days; and conflicts of interests, not so much. Agent 4547, an egalitarian, is becoming. Brett Velicovichis the author of Drone Warrior. And possibly, the future American Drone Czar. The Chinese Drone Czar is Mo Jiaqin.

In the interim, all over Washington, I’m pressuring Republicans in Congress to reject a stopgap bill to keep the government funded past the deadline of midnight on Friday. Keep in mind that everything’s connected. And that Taiwan, China’s, attacking.

Absent congressional action, the U.S. government will begin a partial shutdown on Saturday, disrupting everything; from air travel to law enforcement in the days leading up to the Dec. 25 Christmas holiday. Sometime thereafter, Taiwan, China’s, attacking.

Life imitates art. And art, imitates life. Does real life now follow a storyline that readers of J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy would recognize? In other words, does a rising power in the East now pose an existential threat to western civilization?

A renewed struggle between East and West. ‘Tis seemingly self-evident. But is it really? Are Earthlings condemned to such a pointless exercise in fatalities? We know enough even now, to begin thinking that I alone can do this. I alone can do for this for Earthlings.

China has revealed a chilling list of US naval targets it could look to strike,in the event of a conflict. The “hit list” was published in thestate-supervised magazine, Defence Industry Conversion. Targets include radars, sensors and equipment for communicating.

Interesting. The report was authored by Mo Jiaqin, an expert in electronic countermeasures for the People’s Liberation Army (PLA). Mo Jiaqin claims their army could “hack” a major US Navy communication system. The Chinese Drone Czar is Mo Jiaqin.

Beyond words, it’s been interesting. Consider the meaning in everything. And consider everything in context. Find meaning in everything. And in built-in, ironies, confounding. Physically and metaphysically as well, the Chinese Drone Czar, is Mo Jiaqin.

Consider that the report authored by Mo Jiaqin, an expert in electronic countermeasures for the People’s Liberation Army the army could “hack” the US Navy. Looking intently for something in America, indeed, is Mo Jiaqin. Searching, is Mo Jiaqin.

The only reason why you would ever fly, an unmanned aircraft at night is if you’re looking for something, John Ferguson explains. There’s a missing nuclear warhead stashed somewhere along the American East Coast, John Ferguson, is surmising.

Back in the 1980s, Ronald Reagan had a ton of our nukes dismantled. There were countless nuclear missiles that were disarmed and disposed of. There were over 80 nuclear warheads that were inUkraine that came up, unexpectedly, missing.

John spoke to a gentleman a few months ago who was trying to raise an alarm, to the highest levels of our government about this one particular nuclear warhead that he physically put his hands on.” He knew that that thing, towards the United States, was heading.

John has revealed that while drone cameras aren’t much use in the dark, there are thermal and “sniffer” devices capable of detecting radiation on the ground. Now, the US government, a fleet of drones, to track down a radiation source, John says, is deploying.

John claims that the Pentagon dismissed his contact’s alert about an incoming bomb and is now discreetly searching for it to avoid public panic. He added: “It’s out there. Nobody knows where it’s at now. It left Europe. Now it’s gone.” Now it’s gone missing.

John believes the drones’ mission is not malicious but rather, a safeguard against terrorism, saying: “The only reason why they would be flying and flying that low is because they’re trying to smell something on the ground.” From high in the sky, they’re sniffing.

Disputing Congressman Jeff Van Drew’s speculation about an Iranian or Chinese “mothership” dispatching drones to the US from international waters, John emphasized: Drones that are multi copter type drones; not fixed wing aircraft; in range, are lacking.

There are gas powered-electric hybrids. But those can still only fly for a short period of time. There’s no way that any drone is going to go miles off the off the coast as a multi copter and then turn around and fly back. It’s just physics. It’s just not happening.

Alternatively, Belleville New Jersey Mayor Michael Melham has connected a string of mysterious drone sightings to a report of a radioactive shipment, that earlier this December, went missing. It’s embarrassing when your radioactive shipments, go missing.

In Mayor Melham’s opinion the drones’ grid-like flying patterns indicate that for something quite specific, they’ve been searching. Mayor Melham’s opinion is that the Feds find admitting to a missing radioactive shipment, highly embarrassing.

Witness, the long called for, End Days. Witness the Koreas; North; and South. And China and Mongolia. And Great Britain. And America. Witness too, Russia and Ukraine. And Israel. And Palestine. Witness, these End Days. WWI III, as expected, is beginning.

The End Days. Already, as expected by some, WW III has begun. Xi Jin Ping, I’ve invited to my inauguration. But Vladimir Putin, I’m not inviting. It’s not that I’m disloyal; it’s just that as Agent 4547, my pretenses, I’m not revealing. Shamelessly, the USA, I’m scamming.

WW III has begun. Sometime soon, in 2025, Taiwan, China’s, attacking. Xi, I’ve invited to my inauguration. But Vladimir Putin, I’m not inviting. It’s not that I’m disloyal to Vladimir. Rather, it’s more a matter of my loyalty to me, undying. That’s what’s happening.

Shamelessly, the USA, I’ve been scamming. With Republican enablers and a cult of personality, I’ve completely taken over the Republican party. Witness too, Russia and China. Vladimir and Xi Jin Ping, Russia and China have been, likewise, scamming.

Amongst a plethora of other dramatic dynamics, that’s what’s happening. And now, on top everything, the feckless Americans have drones to worry about. And more worries are coming. After all, how long will it be until explosives, from drones, are dropping?

In addition to long standing geopolitical and climatological issues, now, the feckless Americans have drones to worry about. How long will it be until high explosives, from drones in the sky, are dropping on top of us? It shan’t be long, I’m thinking.

Explosive dropping drones; how long will it be until explosives, from drones are dropping? Like they already do in Ukraine; and elsewhere. How long will it be until high explosives, from drones in the sky, are dropping on top of us? Not long, I’m predicting.

Drones over America, have become a thing. Beginning on November 16 in New Jersey drone sightings have exploded. Witness the closing yesterday of Wright-Patterson AFB in Ohio. In a matter of a month, drones over America, have become a thing.

Last week New Jersey Senator Andy Kim sent a letter to the FBI, Homeland Security and the Federal Aviation Administration. What are the Feds doing to “identify and address the source of these incursions,” NJ’s intrepid newbie Senator Andy Kim, is demanding.

Brett Velicovichis the author of Drone Warrior: An Elite Soldier’s Inside Account of the Hunt for America’s Most Dangerous Enemies. He is one of America’s foremost, drone experts and known for drone strikes against terrorist leaders. advocating.

Brett’s gut tells him that America’s being so suddenly awash in drones is the work of an adversary. It’s probably not Russia. More likely, it’s China. I have been critical of Joe’s lack of transparency with regard to the drones. Taiwan, China’s, attacking.

Vanuatu’s earthquake, Mayotte’s cyclone and Madison Wisconsin’s school shooting. Three tragedies over the past two days have done their best to dominate the headlines. But the drone story has legs. Accounts about drones, headlines are dominating.

The drone story has legs. Accounts about drones, the headlines, are dominating. Three tragedies over the past two days have taken their turns in the headlines. But the drone story has legs. Stories about drones, the headlines, are dominating.

BEGINNING IS — WW III

Syrians awakened Monday to a hopeful, if uncertain, future. The rebels seized Damascus. Former president Bashar al Assad fled to Russia. The 13-year civil war is ending. After more than 50 years of the al Assad family’s brutal rule, their rule — finally, is ending.

Bashar al-Assad resigned his office; then fled to Russia. The 13-year civil war has ended. After more than 50 years of the al-Assad family’s brutal rule, their rule, finally, has come to an end. Jubilation has come to Syria. Witness, all the celebratory, shooting.

Yoondeclared martial law in an extraordinary late-night address, accusing the Democratic Party of sympathizing with North Korea and of “anti-state” activities. In an overnight showdown, lawmakersforced their way past soldiers the decree, striking.

South Korea has been plunged into political chaos in the hours sincePresident Yoon Suk Yeol‘s aborted attempt to declare martial law, which sparked a fierce backlash and mountingpressure for him to step down. And the strident backlashhas him wavering.

The country’s largest union group saidmembers would strike until the president quits. And protesters are echoing the widespread demands for him to resign. Yoon’s defense minister, chief of staff, and other top officials have been resigning.

Six opposition parties have submitted a bill calling for Yoon’s impeachment. The main opposition Democratic Party, meanwhile, said it plans to charge the president, as well as the defense and interior ministers. Charges of treason, they’re bringing.

South Korean opposition lawmakers said on Thursday they would vote this weekend to impeach President Yoon Suk Yeol for his botchedattempt to impose martial law. And claims of treason against him and top ministers, the police say, they are investigating.

In Vladimir’s cabal we’re all big fans of martial law. And we’re all big fans of Bashar al-Assad. But upon the death of his elder brother, Bashar got lost, on the road to Damascus. Bashar al-Assad; for a quarter of a century, Bashar al-Assad, lost, has been.

On the road to and from Damascus, Bashar al-Assad and Asma his wife, lost have been. They and their three children Zein, Hafez and Karim, exiled, are now. Vladimir’s Moscow is their home now. Verily, Damascus, ne’er again, shall they ever be seeing.

After 13 years of war, it has taken just 12 days for the Syrian regime to collapse. Living in exile now are the al-Assads. Even the al-Assad patriarch Hafez, has been disinterred; and set afire. Joy and fury co-exist in Syria. Syrians, as predetermined, are evolving.

The sudden collapse of Bashar al-Assad’s despotic regime in Syria this past weekend highlights the interconnectedness of a growing number of global conflicts. World War III has already begun. Unfortunately or fortunately; the so-called End Days are beginning.

Witness these so-called End Days. Witness Ethiopia and Somalia. And China and Mongolia. And Great Britain. And America. Witness too, Russia and Ukraine. And Israel. And Palestine. And witness these so-called End Days. WWI III, is beginning.

WW III — IS BEGINNING

‘Twas yesterday, the fourth Thursday in November of 2024. ‘Twas Thanksgiving Day, yesterday. Across the nation, Americans paused, and gave thanks. Two turkeys were pardoned by Joe even as 47 million others were sacrificed, in Thanksgiving.

It’s the fourth Thursday in November. It’s Thanksgiving day. And already, the ceasefire between Israel and Hezbollah, has been breached. Clearly, not everyone, has gotten the memo. Insufficient, apparently has been, 14 months of relentless, fighting.

More than just fear have the Lebanese to fear. And far more, than just the Israelis. Lebanon, as a state, is failing. Man plans. And God laughs. More than just fear, ought the Earthlings, be fearing. God acts through His Chosen. And Chosen, have I been.

I know God acts on Earth by means of flawed men; and women. And that God acts on Earth through His Chosen. Chosen, have I been. God’s will, be done. Man plans. And God laughs. Made in His image, God loves mankind; we keep Him, laughing.

With my administration likely to take a hard line on Iran as I assume power in Washington, the ceasefire deal in Lebanon may be the first indication that the ayatollahs’ days, in Iran, are numbered. Numbered may be the days of Russia, Syria and Iran.

Numbered are the days of Russia, Syria and Iran. Numbered too are the days of China and North Korea. Rejoice not Israel and America. More goes on here, than meets the eye. Rejoice not France and Germany. More goes on, than man, is appreciating.

More goes on than meets the eye; more, than we’re capable of appreciating. Notwithstanding illusions, seeing is believing. Numbered are the days of the nations. Man plans. And God laughs. And if God loves mankind it’s because we keep Him laughing.

Witness in Syria, the once al-Qaeda affiliated Jabhat al-Nusra. Now rebranded as Hay’at Tahrir al-Sham, in just 72 hours it has stormed all the way to the very center of Aleppo. Bashar al-Assad; his is the face of Syria. But Bashar al-Assad‘s grip, is slipping.

The rebels in Syria have continued their stunning advance, pushing into the country’s south after securing much of Aleppo in the north. Syrian government forces appeared to be regrouping in some parts of the country over the weekend and counterattacking.

According to Ukrainian intelligence, forces opposing the Russian-backed Assad administration are actively marching south of the country, with the first urban confrontations, in Hama, Homs and Suwayda, already, happening.

The Russian contingent has abandoned Hama. and relocated to the Khmeimim Airbase. Colonel General Alexander Zhuravlev, chief of the Russian coordinating headquarters in Khmeimim, says that the situation, from the control of Assad, is slipping.

Man plans. And God laughs. How great is the irony that’s the proof of the pudding? More than just fear have the Earthlings to fear. Putin has formally lowered the threshold for his country’s use of nuclear weapons today, against those pesky, Ukrainians.

We were empires in those Bronze Age days; we are nations, nowadays. 3200 years have passed. But the passage from empire to nation is remarkable only to historians. Lincoln’s “better angels of our nature”, out of time, inexorably, are we running.

Something similar I suspect, these days, is happening.
There’s more to fear here than fear itself. 3200 years ago, within a matter of decades, empires fell. We were empires then; we are nations now. But something similar, these days, is happening.

More than just fear have the Americans to fear. Besides me and eventually, the new Ayatollah, there’s the matter of the Godspeeding asteroid. And the illegal aliens. Lincoln’s better angels of our nature may be, not so surprisingly, in nature, alien.

While Matt resigned last week from the current Congress, he was re-elected in November to represent his Florida district when the next session begins in January. That begs the question: Might Matt as a Representative, or as a Senator, be returning?

And elsewhere, a Stanford University professor stands accused of spreading AI-generated misinformation. That, while serving as an expert witness in supporting a law designed to keep AI-generated misinformation out of elections. The proof is in the pudding.

The better angels of our nature may be, unsurprisingly, not just a figment of Lincoln’s imagination. Deux Vult. God wills it. And everyone knows God acts on Earth through flawed, imperfect (wo)men. Everyone knows — God acts on Earth — through His Chosen.

The Information Age; now, it’s Elon’s Age of Disinformation. Witness Twitter. And witness Putin’s lowering of the bar for Russia’s use of nuclear weapons. Putin’s pissed. The nation states, are failing. Witness Russia and Ukraine. And Taiwan, China’s, invading.

Elon’s Age of Disinformation. It’s coinciding with mine. When folks publicly tell you what they’re gonna do, believe them.The circumstances shall dictate, what happens. Witness Russia and Ukraine. And Taiwan and China. Soon, Taiwan, China’s, invading.

More than just fear have the Americans to fear. Besides me and Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, there’s the matter of the Godspeeding asteroid. And the illegal aliens. For the moment, Ali Khamenei has slipped into a coma. And he’s either dead or soon, dying.

You’d think my ties to child sex trafficking (on top of everything else) would’ve kept me out of the White House. Thusly emboldened tho, I’ve found the gall to press my advantage. Under cover of a recess, four horse(wo)men in my cabinet, I’m installing.

Emboldened, have I been. So much so that, under cover of a recess, four horse(wo)men in my cabinet, I’m installing. Aiming to press my advantage, am I. And so rubber stamps, in my cabinet, I’m installing. Hegseth, Gabbard, Gaetz and Kennedy, I’m installing.

Under cover of subterfuge; during a contrived recess, rubber stamps in my cabinet, I’m planning on duly, installing. That’s when my cronies, Hegseth, Gabbard, Kennedy and Gaetz amongst others, with a little help from my friends, I’m duly installing.

Hegseth‘s tattoos are triggering, especially a “Deus Vult” on his bicep and a Jerusalem cross, on his chest. That cross has a long history in Christianity but has lately been co-opted by some far-right groups as an icon; a symbol of the fight for Western civilization.

In another irony, Mitch McConnell might yet step up in defense of Western civilization. I wouldn’t, however, count on it. How he handles the most contentious of my nominees will be scrutinized. And Mitch could lead others, not to follow, my bidding.

Christmas is coming. A less than merry one, this time. Mitch McConnell might yet step up. Universally reviled is Matt Götz. At least with respect to Matt, and Tulsi, Mitch might yet, step up. I’m making my lists. Methinks, a very merry Christmas, is coming.

Making lists; I’m checking them twice. Matt’s been naughty. I fear a not so merry Christmas. MAGA Muslims in Michigan are second guessing themselves. And in Russia, Vladimir Putin, his nation’s nuclear doctrine, is clarifying; some might say, warmongering.

What great irony; the proof of the pudding. Man plans. And God laughs. More than just fear have the Earthlings to fear. Russian President Vladimir Putin formally lowered threshold for his country’s use of nuclear weapons today, against pesky, Ukrainians.

CHILD SEX TRAFFICKING

Ironically, Gaetz, once embroiled in a DOJ sex trafficking investigation now looks to head the very same Justice Department, the Biden Crime Family once weaponized against him. Allegations of sexual misconduct, can be, so embarrassing.

Balkanization has been defined as the process of a large entity fracturing into smaller, hostile, political units. The term is often used to describe the ethnic and political fragmentation of multiethnic states.Incorporating violence, it often leads, to ethnic cleansing.

Ethnic cleansings, like most things, are predetermined. But few things, are constant. Things like change; the speed of light; and taxes. Overall, evolution is the purpose. After my 47TH presidency, to my global dictatorship, God willing, I’ll be aspiring.

I’m repurposing. I can see clearly now. Now, I can see why my presidency must be a prelude only to my global dictatorship. Grateful to my mentor, Vladimir, am I. God willing, after this 47TH presidency, to my global dictatorship, soon, I’ll be, aspiring.

Moving fast, I have recently announced that Vivek Ramaswamy, a former presidential candidate and currently, my steadfast ally, will lead, along with Elon, a new Department of Government Efficiency. Transparently, to America, they’ll be reporting.

Many of the generals who worked in my first administration, have slammed Pete Hegseth as unfit to serve in the Oval Office. Pete’s condemned them, in return. Not so implausibly, history will condemn him. Not so implausibly — I believe in him.

Incredibly, but not so implausibly, central casting has, once again, come through for me. One’s gotta look the part, I always say. Some say Pete Hegseth, as my Secretary of Defense is unfit to serve. But I beg to differ. He looks the part. I believe in him.

Central Casting once again, has come through for me. One ought look the part, I always say. In charge of Homeland Security I’m placing Kristi Noem. From a mad dog once, she saved her family. Such are all the president-elect’s men; and his women.

Witness Tulsi Gabbard, a former congresswoman when a Democrat, now looking to hold the job overseeing 18 spy agencies. Over John Ratcliffe at the CIA, she looks to be my top intelligence adviser. She’s a looker, straight from Central Casting.

“Gaetz will be great,” Elon Musk said, defending Gaetz against criticism that he is an inexperienced lawyer who has been under investigation for child sex trafficking. The Biden Crime Family, Elon argues, has crookedly trumped up charges against him.

I’M REPURPOSING

It has come to pass. I’ve been re-elected. Thanks to Putin, I’ve been re-elected. What is the meaning of this? Remember: Everything’s been predetermined. Change is the constant. Evolution is the purpose. Accordingly, to global dictatorship, I’m aspiring.

Only infrequently, am I, not lying. And now I’ve the mandate and the power to begin my retribution. Cometh soon, Project 2025. Uninhibited by any need to run for reelection and emboldened by an immunizing Supreme Court, once again, I’m lying.

On Wednesday night, demonstrators took to the streets in Chicago, in New York and in Philadelphia. Controversial are my plans and my allies; for Elon and Bobby; for Project 2025; for doing away with parts of the government; and for mass deportations.

In the wake of my election, Hurricane Rafael has been plowing across Cuba. Chugging into the Gulf of Mexico, Hurricane Rafael, toward the US is heading. Hurricane Rafael, Cuba, is ravaging. But Hurricane Trump, Hurricane Rafael, may be auguring.

Hurricane Trump; the White Tornado; I find it strange, given my glow; no one ever calls me the Orange Tornado. It’s of no matter; after all, what’s in a name? What’s stranger, given my pallor, is that more don’t aspire to be — like me, strangely, orange looking.

As a white tornado, I’ve been described; and as a white nationalist, also. Still, no one ever calls me an Orange Tornado. Nor a White Tornado, for that matter. But our Hurricane Trump, Cuba’s Hurricane Rafael, at last, presciently, may be me, auguring.

Remember: Everything’s been predetermined. Change is the constant. Evolution is the purpose. To global dictatorship, accordingly, I’m aspiring. It has come to pass. I was once elected. Now, I’ve been re-elected. Predetermined, remember, is everything.

No one in Ukraine, anywhere, is safe. Estonia’s ambassador to Ukraine, death, cheated today. But my mentor Vladimir aims to plunge Ukraine into darkness and cold. Ukraine, for another harsh winter, is bracing. To a global dictatorship, I am duly, evolving.

Now that I’ve been re-elected, no one on Earth, is safe. No one’s safe in Ukraine. And Russia. No one is safe in Israel, Lebanon, Iran, China and Taiwan. Now that I’ve been re-elected, crawling out of the woodwork, are multinational, assassins.

No one is safe. Now that I’m re-elected, no one is safe in Israel, Lebanon, Iran, China and Taiwan. Now that I’ve been re-elected, crawling out of the woodwork, are assassins. But now that I’ve got immunity, no one’s safe at the Pentagon, against me, conspiring.

No one is safe in Israel, Lebanon, Iran, China and Taiwan. And in Russia. And Ukraine. And one man’s terrorist, is his neighbors’, freedom fighter. Now that I’ve been re-elected, no one on Earth, is safe. No one is safe. At least — for the time being.

A presidential election unlike any other enters its last full day on Monday. It’s a contest the candidates portray as an existential moment for America. Quincy Jones, in Philadelphia has passed. With just 1 day to go, brown and black voters, I’m shedding.

Not that Quincy Delight Jones Jr., in a million years, would ever have voted for me. With just 1 day to go, all shades of voters, I’m shedding. Witness, Liz Cheney. Witness, the Puerto Ricans Witness moreover the exhausted and disenchanted, Republicans.

Physical transformations are familiar to many. Less so are transformations, metaphysical. Witness the passing of time; witness, numbers and letters. Witness events such as October Surprises. One such may have been my showdown with the Puerto Ricans.

The 2024 edition of October Surprises, not so surprisingly, has been extraordinary. As predetermined, beginning in October, chaos on Earth, is surging. October’s surprises began in the Mid-East on the 1ST day of October. On the 31ST of October, it’s surging.

In the Mid-East, October’s surprises began on the 1ST day of October. So much so that — on the the 1ST of November, it’s still surging. October’s Surprises, in 2024, have been epic. So much so that by the 1ST of November, chaos on Earth, — is surging.

Because of jarring October surprises I’ve lost the votes of some of my trashy Puerto Ricans. Puerto Ricans like Nicki Jam and J Lo. And Ricky Martin and Bad Bunny. With just 1 day to go, voters, seemingly, I’m shedding. Witness Liz Cheney. Witness, Republicans.

Witness my most recent statements at a Phoenix rally; about Liz Cheneyfacing “nine barrels shooting at her”; they may have violated Arizona state laws against death threats. It has Arizona Attorney General Kris Mayes, my most recent statements, investigating.

With now, just 1 day to go, I’m shedding voters. Reportedly, I’m losing sleep, battling anxiety, and obsessing over my polling numbers. Beginning just 2 fortnights ago, chaos on Earth, has been surging. There’s a metaphysical transformation on Earth, a happening.

This 2024 edition of October Surprises seems, somehow, contrived. It seems, somehow, predetermined. Astonishing physical transformations are familiar to many of us. Less familiar to us are the metaphysical transformations, routinely, happening.

An election unlike any other enters its last full day on Monday. It’s a contest the candidates portray as existential for America. Coincidentally, Quincy Jones, in Philadelphia has passed. With just 1 day to go, brown and black voters, apparently, I’m shedding.

PREDETERMINED IS EVERYTHING

While caterpillars metamorphosing into butterflies or tadpoles into frogs may be familiar developmental transformations, there are few instances where organisms change in ways that are not, predetermined. Predetermined, is darn near everything.

Iran will meet Israel’s latest attacks with a “definitive and painful” response ahead of the elections. “The response of the Islamic Republic of Iran to the aggression of the Zionist regime will be definitive and painful,” a high-ranking Iranian is quoted as saying.

Last Thursday, 23 Nobel Prize-winning economists signed onto an open letter endorsing Kamala. Also, last Thursday, 82 Nobel Prize-winning scientists signed an open letter lauding Kamala for her embrace of science and technology. Kamala, they’re endorsing.

With 6 days to go, polls and pundits are calling this contest, a toss up. How is this synchronicity even possible, much less helpful? Consider: If everything’s predetermined, what more dramatic irony than my showing last night, at Madison Square Garden?

The weave; it’s an art form. It’s far more than widely useful mechanical engineering. Witness basket weaving. And basketball. In basket weaving, weaving is a matter of strength. In contrast in basketball, it’s motion tending to cause, confusion.

I did a rally in Allentown, Pennsylvania last night. In Allentown, I’m rallying. The city has a sizable Puerto Rican population. Protesters are reportedly, their protests, planning. There shan’t be no J Lo; no Bad Bunny; just Allentowners, downtown, mobilizing.

Simultaneously, in Washington DC, Kamala will be speaking. Her speech has been in the works for weeks. Look out! It’s her closing argument. Given pushback from my rally at the Garden on Sunday — collectively twisted, seem the panties, of the Puerto Ricans.

Last night. At the Ellipse. At the scene of my crime, Kamala will made her closing argument to the American people. It will be powerful. At the Ellipse, in the back yard of the White House, I was offered a seat at Kamala’s table. I’ll refuse the seat, Kamala’s offering.

Just 6 days to go. Blacks are trending toward me. The Jews are loving me also. Hispanics too; even the trashy Puerto Ricans. I built part of a wall; some of it, at least. And I got rid of Roe. And I promise: Medicare and Social Security, like a slasher, I’m slashing.

“‘Twas a love-fest at the Garden last Sunday.” I remember things differently. I remember things differently than others. No president is more beloved by Puerto Ricans; not a one, more than me. It’s only natural. I’ve done a lot for our trashy Puerto Ricans.

ADOLPH HITLER’S REPRISE

Israel was gravely wounded two Octobers ago. But it didn’t fold. Now, Palestinian statehood is more remote than ever. More importantly, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and I, most implausibly, our own virtual immortality, are at last, visualizing.

Not so long ago, there were 90 days to go. Now we’re down to 11. It may be the beginning of the end. Bibi and I; in our own minds, we’re heroes; objectively tho, we’re criminals. Almost everything that happens, is predetermined. The proof is, in the pudding.

It’s the beginning of the end. Bibi and I imagine ourselves as heroes. Objectively tho, we’re obvious, criminal suspects, if not, criminals. And if I win the election in 11 days, Netanyahu’s Israelis, Bibi, may be electing. The proof tragically, is in the pudding.

The proof’s in the pudding. ‘Tis, as they say, the beginning of the end. And so it may be. Or not. It’s not impossible to say. There’s just 11 days to go. The proof, ironically, is in the pudding. And so it’s not impossible to say whether I’ll lose, or whether, I’ll win.

It’s not impossible to say whether I’ll lose or I’ll win. People do it all the time. And the people are polled. And now, in addition, the people — and the pollers — have artificial intelligence. Artificial intelligence. It’s not impossible to say if I’ll lose, or if I’ll win.

Just 11 days to go. Blacks are trending toward me. Hispanics too. The Jews are loving me also. Yer favorite president, once again, is running. I built a wall; some of it, at least. And I got rid of Roe. And I promise: Medicare and Social Security, I’m slashing.

The Israeli military said Tuesday that one of its airstrikes outside Beirut earlier this month killed Hashem Safieddine. The top cleric was, as well, a top Hezbollah official. He had been widely expected to be Hezbollah‘s next leader. That, no longer, is happening.

With but 11 days left to go, there’s a mass mania, in America manifesting. Recall, Pearl Harbor. Beware. A Chinese invasion of Taiwan may be an October surprise, most surprising. There’s just 11 days to go. And America’s collective sphincter, is tightening.

Across the globe, sphincters are tightening. John Kelly’s recorded voice included with updated reporting is giving new potency to the trend of my closest staffers warning American about my fascistic inclinations. Internationally, sphincters are tightening.

My conduct reveals that I revere some of history’s most brutal dictators. Adolph Hitler remains the most popular of them. I have already demonstrated my willingness to wield state power to hurt my enemies without remorse. Let this be a warning.

Adolph Hitler remains among history’s most brutal dictators. And the most popular of them. I keep his speeches in the nightstand next to my bed. Adolph Hitler was misunderstood. In just 11 days, I’ll show them libs; Adolph Hitler, I’ll be emulating.

God’s sense of humor is extraordinary. Just 11 days to go. Blacks are trending toward me. Hispanics too. The Jews are loving me also. I got rid of Roe. I promise: Medicare and Social Security, I’m slashing. And just today, I got endorsed by Michigan’s Imams.

OCCAM’S IRONIC RAZOR

Occam’s Razor implies that the simplest explanation is the most likely. Indeed, that may be a possibility. And if the simplest explanation is a possibility, then the most implausibly ironic, is also a possibility. God’s sense of humor is supremely outstanding.

Allah God Jehovah Yahweh; His, is the Universe. And we are His creations. The Israeli military confirmed on Thursday that Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar has been killed. The DNA of a slain militant matches that of the elusive Yahya Sinwar, the IDF, is confirming.

The Times of Israel, citing Channel 12 news, reported that the IDF presented a list of potential targets to Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and Defense Minister Gallant. “Sensitive coordination” with other countries, they say, they’re conducting.

There has been much speculation about how Tel Aviv will retaliate for the assassination of killing of Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah. Some suggest that Israel could hit Iran’s oil installations; others, Iran’s nuclear facilities. Nervous, are the Iranians.

Witness my behavior at a town hall event in Pennsylvania on Monday. That was when I stopped taking questions from the audience and insteadswayed and clapped on stage and stood awkwardly as music played for 39 minutes. Erratically, I’m aging.

Once upon a time, just a day ago, there were 18 days to go to my election. Now we’re down to 17. Everybody knows that if I’m elected, it may be the beginning of the end. Implausibly; incredibly; my election may be, of a certain end, an uncertain, beginning.

How to help Taiwan fend off a Chinese invasion? That’s what elite Seal Team 6 special operators have been training for. For over a year. We want the Chinese to know that that’s what we’re training for. Invade at your own risk, to the Chinese, we’re saying.

Occam’s Razor implies that the simplest explanation is the most likely. That may well be, a possibility. And if the simplest explanation is a possibility, then the most implausibly ironic is as well, a possibility. God’s sense of humor; it’s supremely outstanding.

OCTOBER 15 — DAY 2969

It’s Day 2969; October 15TH. Just 21 days to go. Not to the end of the world but to my election. Kamala holds a marginal 3-percentage-point lead over me. 45% to 42%. We’re locked in a tight race. That; and indeed, a whole hell of a lot more, is happening.

Just 21 days to go. Not to the end of the world; to my election. But if I’m elected, it may be, the beginning of the end. There’s just 21 days to go. There’s a lot happening. And because everything that happens is predetermined, these plots, are converging.

Consider that on Indigenous Peoples’ Day we can now reconsider the widely accepted theory that Columbus was born in Genoa in 1451, to a family of wool weavers. Scientists now believe Columbus lived in Spain; in Valencia. As a Jew, he was living.

The 15th-century explorer was a Sephardic Jew from Western Europe Spanish DNA experts have revealed. Their study of the 500-year-old remains ofChristopher Columbus found that he was actually a Sephardic Jew from Western Europe, not an Italian.

Iran’s Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi has issued a grave warning to the United States regarding its deployment of the Terminal High Altitude Area Defense (THAAD) missile system to Israel. “We ain’t got no red lines,” explicitly, he seems to be saying.

Breaking! Four Israeli soldiers have been killed and more than 60 people injured in a Hezbollah drone attack on an army base in central-northern Israel. The incident late Sunday local time is one of the bloodiest attacks on Israel since this latest war’s beginning.

A potential third assassination attempt against me might have been thwarted on Saturday, when local authorities stopped and detained an armed man at my campaign event in Coachella Valley. Incidentally, the alleged assassin is, a Republican.

Alexei Navalny’s Prison Diaries have been published. Han Kang has won the Nobel Prize in Literature. And in “War”, Bob Woodward tells the behind-the-scenes story of three wars; one in the Middle East; one in Ukraine, and one in which, I’m running.

With over 2,100 Lebanese casualties reported, the conflict in Lebanon is escalating. Iran is warning of broader regional implications if Israel’s attacks, continue. Diplomatic efforts are ongoing. Israel however, seems undeterred in the least, by Iran.

With but three weeks to go until the general election, the only safe bet is that it’s gonna be close. Implausibly; almost incredibly; I have made prevarication, politically, almost respectable. I’m sorry. I can’t buy that Chris was a Jew and not Italian.

Han Kang, the South Korean author best known for her surreal, subversive novel “The Vegetarian,” has been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. As a visionary, she has been described. Congratulations to the visionary South Korean — Han Kang.

Uninterested in no ceasefire, Bibi and I and Yahya Sinwar seem interested only in ourselves, perpetuating. And so we’re dragging the US into a war with Iran. One with China in the mix this time. That Bibi and I have the same interests as Yahya, is telling.

The world is watching Israel’s every move as it contemplates how to respond. But at least until Saturday at sundown, Israel will be at a standstill to mark Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement; the holiest day of the year in Judaism. Nothing, yet, is happening.

Again, I misspoke. Not everyone knows that Iranians hate me. Not everyone knows Abbasi’s an Iranian. His movie’s a hit job. It’s an Iranian, false flag, operation. What’s worse; Joe’s Deep State juggernaut has duly incorporated, Iran’s false flag, operation.

In the final weeks of the 2024 election cycle, I am all but ignoring major swing states likely to decide the election. Instead, I’m conducting rallies in deep-blue states I have near, no chance, of winning. The method to my madness, is maddening.

Meanwhile, Hurricane Milton has undergone stunninglyrapid intensification. Already by Monday, its sustained winds had reached 180 mph. Dipping briefly to a Cat 4, once again, it’s a 5. Fluctuations in a storm’s strength are to be expected, I’ve been learning.

On Tuesday, an army of dump trucks and bulldozers rolled into Florida neighborhoods across the state in a daunting attempt to try and scrape as much of the piles of debris left over from the passage of Helene off the streets as possible. But the task, is daunting.

Lest we forget, China now, is in the mix. Fortunately, or unfortunately, predetermined is the fate of men, galaxies, asteroids, and even, illegal aliens. Predetermined is everything. Evolution begets devolution. Our collective realities, are deceiving.

Predetermined is the fate of men. Predetermined, with few exceptions is everything. Evolution begets devolution. And, vice versa. Our collective realities, deceive us. And That Bibi Netanyahu and I have the same interests as Yahya Sinwar, I find, telling.

Bibi and I are dragging the US to war with Iran. The big one, this time. With Russia. And China. It’s been telling that Bibi and I have the same interests as Yahya Sinwar. We’re not interested in no ceasefire. We’re interested only, in ourselves, self-perpetuating.

Ever since Yahya’s Hamas invaded Israel; killing 1,200; taking hostage 250 others, these hostilities have evolved. Now spreading across the Middle East, Israel’s Bibi is dragging the US to war with Iran. That it’s been spreading ever since, is telling.

It’s been telling that Bibi and I have the same interests as Yahya Sinwar. Uninterested in any ceasefire, we’re interested only, in ourselves, self-perpetuating. Sacrilegiously, Bibi is praying that I win my upcoming election. Sacrilegiously, Bibi, is praying.

Ahead of pace, and headed towards Tampa, Tropical Storm Milton, is surging. It formed in the western Gulf on Saturday morning, mere hours after it became a tropical depression. Ahead of pace, and towards Tampa, Tropical Storm Milton, is surging.

Towards Tampa and Florida’s Gulf Coast, Milton is surging. It formed in the western Gulf on Saturday morning, just hours after it became a tropical depression, the National Hurricane Center has posted. The 13th named storm, ahead of pace, is running.

Milton, rapidly, is intensifying. Projecting a landfall as a Cat 5 near Tampa, Milton may be the second major hurricane landfall in Florida in less than 2 weeks. Milton’s fast-moving. Like Helene, folks, far inland, unexpectedly, may soon be flooding.

Hurricane Milton is a Cat 5. Florida is ordering evacuations and scrambling to clear Helene’s debris. “If this one does hit, it’s going to be flying missiles. Stuff’s going to be floating — and flying — in the air.” Milton is a Cat 5. It’s gonna be — life threatening.

If history is barometer, surviving an assassination attempt doesn’t usually offer much political benefit. That won’t stop me fromleaning in hard on my own recent, near-death experience. Campaigning in Pennsylvania, my mythology, I’m perpetuating.

Campaigning in Pennsylvania, I’ll be rallying in the swing-state community where I was shot in the ear. Shot in July, earlier this year, was I, by a gunman. Who doesn’t know where they were, when that happened? I remember where I was. I was in Butler, prevaricating.

Theodore Roosevelt tried something similar when he was at the height of his third-party campaign to regain the presidency. During a campaign trip to Milwaukee on October 14, 1912, Teddy got himself shot. There’s nothing new, under the sun, ever happening.

Teddy insisted on delivering his speech that very night, notwithstanding his bloodied shirt and what his biographer called a “dime-sized hole, bleeding slowly, about an inch below and to the right of his right nipple.” Teddy, nonetheless, ended up, losing.

Ecclesiastes reminds us thatthere is nothing we face that God isn’t aware of, nothing we face that is new to humanity overall. Ecclesiastes warns us that any attempt to do things ‘on our own’ is a worn-out approach to life that has been tried before, ad nauseam.

Indeed, some say there’s never nothing new, under the sun, ever happening. I beg to differ. Teddy was a maverick; and a fighter. But there’s never been a hero like the hero of Vietnam’s Bonespur Ridge. There’s never been a hero like me, I’m imagining.

Bibi and I are dragging the US to war with Iran. It’ll be the big one, this time. With Russia. And China. It’s telling that Bibi and I have the same interests as Yahya Sinwar. We’re not interested in no ceasefire. We’re interested only, in ourselves, perpetuating.

OCTOBER SURPRISES

Some thought astrike by East Coast stevedores was an October surprise. Some thought the release of Special Counsel Jack Smith’smotion was an October surprise. Some think an October surprise is the threat of a hot war between Israel and Iran.

The term ‘misinformation’ doesn’t quite do enough to capture what is happening with one half of the American two-party system. Outright brazen, dangerous, ludicrous lies, are, in denial of the most obvious realities, outrageously, misinforming.

It’s a safe bet. Israel, shortly, shall be counterattacking. Less safe a bet is who wins, in America, the next election. It’s the top of the ticket that most matters. I’ve been a populist. A criminal. An insurrectionist. And I’m President Vladimir Putin’s, Agent 4547.

Israel’s second city Tel Aviv has been rocked by explosions after terror group Hezbollah launched waves of rockets back across the Lebanese border in the wake of last night’s barnstorming Israeli ground invasion. Iran, Israel, is counterattacking.

Late on Monday, backed by fighter jets and artillery, Israel’s military began what it called “limited, localised and targeted raids” against Hezbollah in southern Lebanon’s border areas. Like Vladimir Putin’s attack on Ukraine, it is a limited, special, operation.

Israel is planning a limited ground operation in Lebanon. Imminently, it may begin. The focus shall be on clearing out militant infrastructure to remove threats to Israeli border communities. Like Vladimir Putin’s, it is a limited, special, operation.

To clear militant infrastructure along the border and to remove threats to Israeli border communities, Israel’s planning a limited ground operation in Lebanon. Like Vladimir Putin’s, Israel’s planned operation is a limited operation. It’s a special, operation.

It’s October. It’s time, many are saying, for the October surprises that invariably occur when come electoral seasons. Israel announced, its counterattack. It hasn’t attacked, just yet. But October’s surprises nonetheless promise to be, as ever, surprising.

Not all October surprises are contrived. In 2008, McCain was largely done in by a stock market crash. And Kissinger’s announcement at an October 26 press conference that “peace is at hand”, was, if not a lie, most certainly, a gross, exaggeration.

Add “Pizzagate,” as a child sex trafficking conspiracy became known, resulted in a man opening fire on a Washington, D.C., pizza parlor in 2016. Pizzagate; it was at the intersection of politics — and child sex trafficking. And so Kamala, Hillary, is warning.

Just three days before the one-year anniversary of the Hamas-led October 7 attacks on southern Israel, Iran’s Ayatollah will deliver a public sermon at the Grand Mosque in central Tehran for the first time. His sermon may shed light on what’s happening.

Some thought astrike by East Coast stevedores was an October surprise. Some thought the release of Special Counsel Jack Smith’smotion was an October surprise. Some think an October surprise is the threat of a hot war between Israel and Iran.

IN SELF DEFENSE

Saudi Arabia’s Al Hadath is now reporting that an unidentified man traveling from Iran to Beirut met with Nasrallah with the express purpose of shaking his hand in order to transfer a trackable substance onto the leader’s palm. Al Hadath, is now reporting.

Israel struck out at another Iranian-backed militant group on Sunday, targeting Houthis in Yemen; even as it kept up its barrage against Hezbollah in Lebanon. And there are shifting fronts, still, in Gaza. And there’s the West Bank; and someday, Jordan.

The Israelis have attacked Yemen. Dozens of Israeli jet planes have attacked the port of Hodeidah in Yemen. The attacks appear to have targeted fuel facilities, power plants and docks at the Ras Issa and Hodeidah ports. The Israelis have attacked Yemen.

On top of everything, a helicopter carrying high-ranking Iranian officials and Houthi representatives has crashed in western Iran. No confirmation of casualties as of yet. Stay tuned in to http://chachomanopapa.com. Unraveling is Hamas; Hezbollah; and Iran.

Hassan Nasrallah, the Secretary-General of Hezbollah and one of Israel’s most formidable enemies, was killed on Friday in an Israeli airstrike on Beirut. Israel confirmed his death on Saturday. The IDF may now be inclined to launch an invasion of Lebanon.

The IDF may now invade. Accordingly, Iran’s Supreme Leader, the Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has been transferred to a secure location inside the country. The Ayatollah‘s been moved to a secret location within Iran. Being dragged down by Iran, is Lebanon.

Iran is in constant contact with Lebanon’s Hezbollah. And Iran’s in constant contact as well with its other regional proxy groups. Iran needs to tread carefully; to determine their next steps. The Ayatollah Ali Khamenei needs to tread lightly with respect to Lebanon.

“Hassan Nasrallah is dead.” In a statement issued shortly afterwards, the IDF said Nasrallah had been killed along with Hezbollah’s southern front commander, Ali Karki, and other commanders attending the meeting. And the bunker busting, is ongoing.

The attack that killed Nasrallah also killed Ali Karki, a Hezbollah commander, Israel said, bringing to at least six, the number of senior leaders of the militant group killed by Israel in a matter of just weeks. And Israel’s bunker busting, it does seem, is ongoing.

Israel’s operational planning for Friday’s strike began months ago, with military officials identifying how to pierce an underground bunker with a series of timed explosions, with each blast paving the way for the next one. ‘Twas a matter of timing.

It’s been barely a week since Israel’s detonation of hundreds of booby-trapped pagers and radios. Since then a succession of strikes has eliminated half of Hezbollah’s leadership council and decimated its top military command. Hezbollah’s, unraveling.

On top of everything, a helicopter carrying high-ranking Iranian officials and Houthi representatives has crashed in western Iran. Reports are emerging, but there’s been no confirmation of casualties as of yet. The authorities are not yet done, investigating.

On top of everything, a helicopter carrying high-ranking Iranian officials and Houthi representatives has crashed in western Iran. The authorities are investigating. And, under the circumstances, they’re wondering: Are the Israelis, sabotaging everything?

Saudi Arabia’s Al Hadath is now reporting that an unidentified man traveling from Iran to Beirut met with Nasrallah with the express purpose of shaking his hand in order to transfer a trackable substance onto the leader’s palm. Al Hadath, is now reporting.

ON INVADING LEBANON

Hezbollah, its future, is deciding. That notwithstanding that Hezbollah and Israel are vacillating. Despite fatigue among its ranks and diminished stockpiles after nearly a year of war, the Israeli military still has the capacity to launch an invasion of Lebanon.

Turkish foreign nationals; and Mayor Eric Adams; the Turks are alleged to have been performing favors for Mayor Adams. And Mayor Adams is alleged to have been performing favors for Turkey. On the heels of the matter of Sen. Bob Menendez, a bribing.

On the heels of the matter of Bob Menendez; to the tune of more than $100,000 in international plane tickets and lavish, accommodations. It is alleged that Adams used his powers, to help Turkey. We make, for Israel, munitions. And take orders from them.

Israel’s growing isolation on the world stage has become a a focal point of the United Nations General Assembly taking place in New York this week. Netanyahu is expected to speak on Friday. A less than warm and fuzzy reception, Netanyahu’s, expecting.

It’s chaos. Everywhere on Earth, it’s chaos. The police believe Monday’s mass shooting in Alabama wasn’t random. They believe it was a hit. There are pockets of order in all this earthly disorder. The police are determining who, the shooters, were shooting.

There are pockets of order in all this disorder. Earth mirrors the universe that way. And there are laws, both physical; and metaphysical. The physical laws we’ve been documenting; the metaphysical ones; not so much. Chaos, everywhere on Earth, is growing.

Witness an Arabic message to residents of Lebanon’s Beqaa Valley. In it, Col. Avichay Adraee, the IDF’s Arabic-language spokesman, says civilians have two hours to immediately leave before the military launches its airstrikes there. In a panic, they’re leaving.

Increasingly on Earth it’s been getting increasingly chaotic. Looking at the big picture, increasingly it’s getting seemingly apparent, if not self-evident, this collective reality we’re experiencing, seems contrived. It’s chaos; but it’s not, without meaning.

After near a year of war against Hamas in Gaza on its southern border, Israel is shifting its focus to the northern frontier. Hezbollah has been firing rockets into Israel in support of Hamas. Both are backed by Iran. A wider war, the parties, are threatening.

It’s chaos everywhere on Earth. The police in Alabama believe it was a hit. There are pockets of order in all this disorder. Isn’t it nice to have a president that doesn’t have to use a teleprompter, I remarked, just yesterday. I can’t believe everything that’s happening.

Lebanon, once known as the “Switzerland of the Middle East”; for its snowcapped mountains and for the financial stability that led to it being the banking capital of the Arab world, has been hijacked by Iran. ‘Tis a tragedy what Iran has wrought on Lebanon.

Hezbollah, the planet’s most heavily armed non-state paramilitary group, fired its first missile at the commercial capital of Tel Aviv — on Wednesday. In its boldest response yet to a dramatic series of strikes by Israel, Hezbollah — is vacillating.

Hezbollah must now choose whether to unleash more of its advanced weapons, striking deeper into Israel and potentially triggering a full-scale war. Or hold back; and risk diminishing its reputation as a fierce fighting force. Hezbollah, its future, is deciding.

On the night of Sept. 18, a fire broke out in the Russian city of Toropets following a drone attack, leading to detonations of munitions. There’s been a partial evacuation of local residents. Eyewitnesses report chaos; large fires, explosions, and damage to buildings.

I wonder whether Mark Robinson was in North Carolina today. I informed my supporters that it is “too late” for another debate against Vice President Harris. Early voting has already started. Besides, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of Kamala Harris, debating.

Again, I poured cold water on the idea of a second debate, telling supporters at my rally on Saturday that it’s “just too late, voting has already started.” This comes after Harris accepted an invitation from CNN for a possible second debate. But, it’s not happening.

In the aftermath of Israel’s attacks, Iran’s Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei accused Israel of committing “shameless crimes” against children, not combatants. He called for “inner strength” among Muslims toward, the “malignant cancerous tumor”, from Palestine, eliminating.

Indian-born entrepreneur Rinson Jose, 39, was listed as the owner of a Bulgarian shell company that reportedly paid British-educated intermediary Cristiana Arcidiacono-Barsony £1.3million as part of a complex Mossad-orchestrated operation.

On Thursday afternoon, a total of about 100 rocket launchers and other military infrastructure were attacked, including about 1,000 rockets that were ready for immediate launch. Having largely defeated Hamas, Israel, to Hezbollah, is signaling.

Lebanon was once known as the “Switzerland of the Middle East” for its majestic, snowcapped mountains and for the financial stability that led to it being, the banking capital of the Arab world. ‘Tis a tragedy what Iran hath wrought, on Arab, Lebanon.

Israel says its conflict with Hezbollah, like its war in Gaza against Hamas, is part of a wider regional confrontation with Iran. Iran sponsors both groups as well as armed movements in Syria, Iraq and Yemen. Iran‘s proxies, for the moment, are taking a beating.

For the first time ever there has been a mass detonation of electronic devices in Lebanon and Syria. At about 3:30 p.m. local time on Tuesday and Wednesday pagers and walkie-talkies started acting up; heating up; and then, unexpectedly, exploding.

For Hezbollah, this humiliation is more than just uber-embarrassing. This has been more than just another setback at the hands of Jews. They maimed themselves. And paid Jews to do it. Mired in a crisis of confidence, Hezbollah itself, is doubting.

The blasts will help the Israelis identify thousands of formerly largely unknown Hezbollah fighters, pinpointing their locations. It now has a massive trove of information on the fighters, their sympathizers, their colleagues in addition to their exact locations.

A fire broke out in Toropets. It followed a drone attack, leading to the detonation of 30,000 tons of munitions. There’s been a partial evacuation of local residents. Eyewitnesses are reporting chaos; large fires; and explosions; and damage, to buildings.

MASS DETONATIONS IN LEBANON

In Lebanon today, another testament to human ingenuity, patience; and depravity. At least twelve are dead. More than three thousand others, are wounded. Their Hezbollah-issued, pagers exploded. There’s been a mass detonation of pagers in Lebanon.

For the first time ever on the face of the Earth today there’s been a mass detonation of pagers in Lebanon. At about 3:30 p.m. local time on Tuesday, pagers in hands or pockets started heating up. And then exploding, sending startled bystanders, panicking.

The pagers used by hundreds of members of the militant group Hezbollah exploded near simultaneously in Lebanon and Syria on Tuesday, killing at least twelve people, including two children and several thousand more, grievously, wounding.

Footage from overwhelmed hospitals show mostly men with various injuries; some to the face; some with missing fingers; others, with missing hands. Still others apparently suffered wounds at the hip where the pagers worn, from the hip, hanging.

Getting your enemy to identify its positions for you is two steps less ambitious than what Israel appears to have done here. In Lebanon, Hezbollah has unwittingly identified its positions, purchased bombs, and placed them in position to be, most emasculating.

Following up on Wednesday, at least 20 people were killed and 450 were injured after walkie-talkies used by Hezbollah detonated across Lebanon just a day aftera separate attack targeted pagers held by the militant group. This, for Hezbollah, is embarrassing.

The new attack killed 20 people and injured more than 450, after Tuesday’s bombings killed 12 and injured more than 2,800 people, according to Lebanon’s government, which blamed Israel. Israel however, has been neither confirming, nor denying.

Elsewhere, the FBI is investigating what it says appears to be yet another assassination attempt. For the second time in two months there’s been an apparent attempt on my life. I am safe. I was not harmed. Expect the unexpected. Beware, unexpected happenings.

Remember when I blamed a teleprompter for my mistaken claim that the Continental Army “manned the air” and “took over the airports” during the Revolutionary War? And remember when I didn’t know what, at Pearl Harbor, had happened?

On matters of history, I’m often confused; or ignorant. The battle of Fort McHenry occurred during the war of 1812, and not the American Revolutionary War. I was a mere lad when Japan attacked us. And my teleprompters, often seem, malfunctioning.

My teleprompters oft malfunction. Life, surprises. And death too, in one way or another, promises, even more surprises. A lot of Republicans, against me, are turning. The tide is turning. Beware of unexpected happenings. Beware of China, Taiwan, attacking.

Expect — the unexpected. Beware, unexpected happenings. Beware, ye Earthlings of China, Taiwan, attacking. Beware North Korea’s Kim Jong un; and Russia’s Vladimir Putin. Putin has designated me as Agent 45 and Agent 45-47, not for nothing.

Beware, unexpected happenings. Beware, China’s Xi Jin Ping Beware North Korea’s Kim Jong un; and Russia’s Vladimir Putin. Vladimir Putin, once upon a time designated me as his Agent 45. That I’ve now been re-designated Agent 45-47, is not for nothing.

On matters of history, I’m oft ignorant. Or confused. And confusion reigns in the electorate. Split in two, seems the nation. The electoral college favors Republicans. Once upon a time I was designated as Agent 45 by Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.

Harris’s aides are confident she won Tuesday’s showdown but are looking for more ways to reach swing voters. Trump aides discuss whether a second debate would help — or hurt him. And on top of everything, Taylor Swift, Kamala Harris, is endorsing.

Taylor, Kamala, is endorsing. Billboardhas confirmed that as of 2 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on Wed., Sept. 11, 15 hours after Swift’s post, 337,826 visitorswere referred to Vote.gov from the custom URL created by the pop star. Taylor, Kamala, is endorsing.

Kamala Harris and I met face-to-face for the first time on Tuesday. ‘Twas to be our only scheduled presidential debate. It was held in the National Constitution Center. It promised to be embarrassing. Not surprisingly, it was, as promised, truly embarrassing.

I met Kamala Harris for the first time on Tuesday. We met face-to-face then, for the first time. I’ll not be asking for a rematch. No second debate. Kamala didn’t completely eviscerate me. A second evisceration, I’m contemplating. Being a big martyr, seems becoming.

Kamala and I entered the debate, deadlocked, in the polls. And in this deeply polarized nation, the race, in all likelihood, is — still close. But voters got their first look at Kamala going toe-to-toe with me. And in all likelihood she did me in. ‘Twas, for me, embarrassing.

Voters got their first look at Kamala going toe-to-toe with me. And she really did me in. Kamala and I had entered the debate, essentially, deadlocked in the polls. Nonetheless, in this deeply polarized nation, the race, in all likelihood is still, a toss up, I’m thinking.

Bibi is asking for forgiveness from the families of the six slain hostages whose bodies were recovered this weekend. “I ask you for forgiveness that we did not succeed to bring your loved ones back alive. We were close but we did not succeed,” he’s saying.

Bibi is asking for forgiveness from the families of the hostages. Good luck, Bibi, with that. That’s, not happening. Forgiveness, is not in the stars. Forgiveness is not in the cards; nor in seashells. Benjamin Netanyahu’s government, miserably, is failing.

In central Gaza on Monday, a limited pause in fighting held for a second day as health workers continued a mass polio vaccination campaign that aims to reach more than 600,000 children. Netanyahu’s asking for forgiveness. But that’s not happening.

Ironically, Republicans now find themselves in the same position that the Democrats were in following the last debate. Much like Joe Biden was then, I am seen as old, out of touch and delusional. And a lot of Republicans, against me, are turning.

9/2/24 — CAME TO PASS

And it came to pass that I prepared to sally forth with ACC and Arthur on another great adventure: This update on tonight’s reunion is In lieu of tomorrow’s reunion on Telegram. Less than secure are communications on Telegram. Putin, a bitch, is pitching.

On the 2ND of September of 2024 the three sallied forth on yet another great adventure: Last night’s update on last night’s reunion was In lieu of tonight’s reunion on Telegram. Less than secure are communications on Telegram. And Putin, a bitch, is pitching.

Putin, a fucking royal bitch, is pitching. Pavel Durov was arrested near Paris. The French are investigating criminal activity on Telegram. Pavel Durov is barred, from France, leaving. There’s no telling all the secrets, that possibly, Pavel‘s, spilling.

The French are now investigating Pavel Durov‘s possible criminal activity on Telegram. Pavel Durov is barred, from France, leaving. There’s no telling, at this time, all the secrets, that possibly, he’s spilling. Putin, a fucking royal bitch, is pitching.

By and large, the people will wanna know when incoming are illegal aliens, asteroids and extraterrestrial subterraneans. Not to mention the long expected, but still surprising, Taiwanese-Chinese, reunion. It’s no wonder that Vladimir Putin, a bitch, is pitching.

LUCA, the so-called last universal common ancestor has revealed something really interesting. LUCA possessed an early immune system, showing that even by 4.2 billion years ago, our ancestor was engaging in an arms race with viruses. Very interesting.

LUCA itself might have had at least two descendants: LUCELLA, the Last Universal Cellular Ancestor, the ancestor to all cells, and the archaic virocell ancestor, the ancestor to large-to-medium-sizedDNA viruses. All this, I am brilliantly, but stably, hypothesizing.

Again; that LUCA possessed an early immune system, even as long as by 4.2 billion years ago, shows that our ancestor were engaging in an arms race with viruses. How interesting. It’s an existential arms race. It’s an arms race, we can’t ever afford, losing.

The army has repeatedly warned of exactly this scenario; of the IDF closing in on hostages and their terrorist captors, murdering the hostages, and fleeing. We can’t stop the terrorists from murdering the hostages and then, cowardly, fleeing.

One of the hostages, Hersh Goldberg-Polin, was an American citizen. Israelis lashed out at Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, accusing him of torpedoing efforts to secure a cease-fire in exchange for the hostages’ release. Netanyahu, they’re blaming.

The World Health Organization and its partners are gearing up for an ambitious mass vaccination campaign in theGaza Strip after an 11-month-old boy contracted the Palestinian enclave’sfirst case of polio in 25 years. There’s polio in Gaza; on top of everything!

Israel says the Gazan polio vaccination program shall continue through Sept. 9. It’ll last up to eight hours a day. Israel is expected to pause military operations in Gaza. The pauses may allow health workers toadminister vaccines to some 640,000 children.

The mind of a woman is subject to change. As a black woman and an Asian woman, legally, Kamala’s fully entitled to her mind, fully changing. Upon considering Occam’s Razor. Upon considering the possibilities, in MORONS AND ALIENS, Kamala,

I’m endorsing. Upon considering the possibilities; upon considering Occam’s Razor; under the circumstances, let’s call my innovative MORONS AND ALIENS, speculative fiction. It incorporates the metaphysical with the physical. Kamala Harris and Tim, Walz, I’m endorsing.

MOMS FOR LIBERTY

What no one knows is how much it pains me to do such things No one on Earth knows what’s behind the scenes, happening. No one on Earth knows how much it pains me to do such dastardly things. No one knows that I have feelings. I’ve got, feelings.

I’ve been trashing Medicare and Social Security; What no one knows is how much it pains me to do all these things. All we know is that Medicare and Social Security, mercilessly, I’m slashing. Someone shall have to pay for the taxes on the rich, I’m cutting.

As president, I will bring back the bipartisan border security bill that I once killed. And I’ll sign it into law. Moreover, I’ll be deporting millions. But porous borders, as promised, I am sealing. I might not be lying. But, I might be. I’m not ever, invariably, lying.

I’ll be deporting millions upon millions of immigrants. The formerly porous southern border, I am sealing. I might be lying. Alternatively, I might not be. I’m not ever, invariably, lying. Even trained Trump-watchers, find it hard to tell, if I’m lying.

God willing, I’ll be deporting millions upon millions of immigrants. The porous southern border, I am sealing. I might be lying. Alternatively, I might not be. I’m not ever, invariably, lying. Even trained Trump-watchers, find lie-detecting, challenging.

An appearance at my Potterville, Michigan rally comes amid falling poll numbers, including a FOX News poll spelling bad news for my campaign in historically red, sun belt, states. My campaignseems, unraveling. Even I sometimes, seem, unraveling.

Witness my support of North Carolina’s Lieutenant Governor, who infamously has said, “Some folks need killing. It’s time for somebody to say it. It’s not a matter of vengeance. It’s not a matter of being mean or spiteful. It’s a matter of necessity,” he’s saying.

Under my influence, things have gotten weird. And it’s not just weird science. Under my influence, indeed, things have gotten weird. Witness, the Republican Party. Witness, my cult of personality. It’s just a matter of vengeance. It’s just a matter of mean, being.

Under my influence, indeed, things have gotten weirder — and weirder. Witness, the Republican Party. Witness, my cult of personality. It’s just a matter of vengeance. It’s just a matter of being mean. It’s just a matter of families, separating — and deporting.

I’m speaking tonight before the Moms for Liberty. They’re far-right. They advocate againstscholastic curricula that dare to mentionLGBT rights, race and ethnicity and critical race theory. I dare say, they’re all about, the history of Earth revising.

The Florida-based Moms for Liberty. They’re far-right. And they advocate againstscholastic curricula that even dare to mentionLGBT rights, race and ethnicity and critical race theory. I dare say they’re all about, the history of America, and the Earth, revising.

God bless, my libertine, Moms for Liberty. They’re all about hypocrisy. They’re very supportive of me. And very supportive of Project 2025; and the history of America and the Earth, revising. Treat the Moms, lustily. The Moms for Liberty, I am sexting.

In France, Macron’s denied any political motivation in Durov’s arrest. The incident is sparking tho, an outsized global concern. Musk’s expressing shock; as if Elon’s concerned, about Elon’s privacy, protecting. Elon’s been having Pavel, encrypt, everything.

Emmanuel Macron, in France, has denied any political motivation behind Durov’s arrest. Elon Musk is acting shocked. Elon’s acting as if he’s very concerned about Elon’s privacy, protecting. Elon’s been having Pavel, encrypt, darn near everything.

Far from France, the debate over debates is not entirely over. Harris declined a September 4 interview on Fox News. But I’ll keep the date open in case ‘Komrade Kamala’, her mind, changes. After all, she’s a woman. She’s entitled to, her mind, changing.

‘Komrade Kamala’; as a woman; her mind, changes. She’s entitled to, her mind, changing. Indeed, the mind of a woman is subject to change. As a black woman — and an Asian woman, legally — she’s fully entitled to her mind, fully changing.

The mind of a woman is subject to change. As a black woman and an Asian woman, legally, Kamala’s fully entitled to her mind, fully changing. Upon considering Occam’s Razor. Upon considering the possibilities, in MORONS AND ALIENS,

Kamala, I’m endorsing.Upon considering the possibilities; upon considering Occam’s Razor; under the circumstances, let’s call my innovative MORONS AND ALIENS, speculative fiction. It incorporates the metaphysical with the physical. Kamala Harris and Tim, Walz, I’m endorsing.

Normal matter accounts for the smallest proportion of the Universe, somewhere between 1% and 10%. In the currently popular model of the Universe, 70% is thought to be dark energy, 25% dark matter and 5% normal matter, scientists are speculating.

How momentous are words? How massive too, I’m wondering? And if words have weight, can they have mass too? If words can be weighty, might their momentum, someday, be calculated? How momentous are words? How massive too, I’m wondering?

MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s speculative fiction; fiction; and nonfiction. It’s a blend of the grand genres; fiction; and nonfiction. If words can be weighty, might their momentum, be calculated? How momentous are words? How massive too, I’m wondering?

If words be weighty, might their momentum, be calculated? Momentous, it is said, are words. How massively so, I’m wondering? MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s speculative fiction. A blend of the grand genres, is my under-the-radar, speculative fiction.

Yer favorite president; he’s running again. And thank Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh, he is me. The blacks; the blacks love me. Hispanics too. Jews love me also. Thank Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh. Yer favorite president, once again, is running.

Thank Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh. The blacks; the blacks are loving me. Hispanics too. And the Jews are loving me also. Thank Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh. Yer favorite president, once again, is running. I got rid of Roe. Medicare and Social Security, I’m slashing.

Upon considering Occam’s Razor. Upon considering all the possibilities, in MORONS AND ALIENS, I’m hypothesizing. Call it speculative fiction. There’s no way it’s soothsaying; no way, it’s supernatural. In MORONS AND ALIENS, I’m merely, hypothesizing.

There’s a bigger picture on Earth, than we’re appreciating. It’s why the big picture, I’m emphasizing. Our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. An asteroid towards us, is Godspeeding. And Taiwan, unsurprisingly, Xi’s China, all too soon, shall be, invading.

Hezbollah is signaling its counterattack has succeeded. Hassan Nasrallah’s satisfied, with Israeli military, and intelligence, targeting. Thank Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh, no one got hurt; no one was injured. Evidently, no one is beyond, life-saving — face-saving.

There’s no shame in saving face. If Nasrallah says he’s satisfied, no one ought second guess him. Thank The Almighty, no one’s hurt; no one’s injured. Hassan Nasrallah’s not beyond, life-saving, face-saving. And there’s no shame, no how, in face-saving.

Occam’s Razor suggests some unknown, simplest answer, however complex, however simple. That’s why, the big picture, I’m emphasizing. It seems logical that our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. There’s a bigger picture here, than we’re appreciating.

There’s a bigger picture on Earth, than we can appreciating.. It’s why the big picture, I emphasize. Our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. An asteroid towards us, speeds. Unsurprisingly, Taiwan, Xi’s China shall soon be, invading. But this isn’t, soothsaying.

Soothsaying isthe act of predicting events, presumably by supernatural means.It can also refer to a prediction or prophecy itself.Synonyms of soothsaying include divination, foretelling, and fortune telling.There’s no business, like fortune telling.

This ain’t soothsaying. Presumably, I’m just making it all up, even as I go, merrily along. I don’t read tea leaves. I don’t read stars; nor cards; nor animal entrails. I’m just making it all up, as I go, merrily, along. No need for no witch-hunts. This ain’t soothsaying.

I make everything up as I go along. I don’t read leaves; nor stars; nor cards; nor the entrails of animals. This ain’t no soothsaying; this ain’t nothing, supernatural. I just make it all up as I go along. Some say I’m lying. As I go along, I just make up everything.

Some unknown, simplest answer; that’s what Occam’s Razor suggests. That’s why, the big picture, I’m emphasizing. It‘s only logical that our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. In, It’s evolving. That’s what, I’m hypothesizing. That’s what, I’m surmising.

It‘s only logical that our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. In, It’s evolving. It is fitting that our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. It must be evolution. It must be, evolving. That, therefore, is what, I’m hypothesizing. But it’s not, necessarily, happening.

Upon considering Occam’s Razor. Upon considering all the possibilities, in MORONS AND ALIENS, I’m hypothesizing. Call it speculative fiction. There’s no way it’s soothsaying; no way, it’s supernatural. In MORONS AND ALIENS, I’m just merely, hypothesizing.

PRE-EMPTIVE ACTION

Israel launched airstrikes in southernLebanon on Sunday, targetingHezbollah in what it described as a pre-emptive strike to prevent a large-scale attack on Israeli civilians. They didn’t mention what effect the strikes, on Netanyahu, might be having.

The Israeli military is striking terror targets in Lebanon, from which Hezbollah was planning to launch their attacks on Israeli civilians,” Israeli military spokesman, Rear Admiral Daniel Hagari has said. The sirens in northern Israel, alarmingly, are blaring.

You’d think someone would have noticed by now. But no one has. No one’s noticed that secretly, I’m an egalitarian. No one’s noticed; not my sometimes frigid wife, Melania; not even hothead Kim, my not so secret, lover. No one has been noticing.

America called yesterday on Hamas to join ceasefire talks. The talks include negotiators from Israel, the United States, Egypt and Qatar — but not Hamas. We’re in Cairo. And they’re in Cairo. Hamas ought participate. Unfortunately, Hamas, isn’t participating.

And on the fourth evening of the fourth day, the Dems; the Clintons and the Obamas and Oprah and Tim, introduced, Kamala. They say, “There’s no way, against Kamala, Trump’s winning.” That’s why I never say never. I’m always, someone, surprising.

‘Twas the fourth day, yesterday. Yesterday was the fourth day of the Democratic National Convention. And so on the fourth evening of the fourth day, the Obamas and Oprah and Tim Walz introduced Kamala. I don’t see me, against Kamala winning.

That was from Daniel 9:24–27, New Revised Standard Version. ‘Tis a verse from the trio known collectively as the Abomination of Desolation prophesy. The Abomination of Desolation prophesy; it’s evidences that predetermined, is everything, that’s happening.

Pavel Durov will end up in pretrial detention. On his platform, he allowed an incalculable number of offenses and crimes to be committed, which he does nothing to moderate nor does he cooperate. Pavel Durov seems destined to end up in pretrial detention.

The 39-year-old founder of Telegram, a dual French and Russian citizen, was arrested as part of an investigation which alleges that the messaging platform has been used for a wide variety of offenses, including fraud, drug trafficking and money laundering.

LET’S DO SOMETHING

No need to change the rules. We just win whenever we find a mountain in front of us. With no elevator waiting to take us to the top, that’s when we put our hands down. And get to work. “In America,” Kamala’s mother taught her, “we can do something.”

Hubris originated in ancient Greece. The word had several meanings, depending on the context. In legal usage, it meant assault or sexual crimes. And theft of public property. In religious usage it connoted emulation of divinity. Or against a god, transgressing.

‘Twas the third day, yesterday. Yesterday was the third day of the Democratic National Convention. And so on the third evening of the third day, the Obamas and Oprah Winfrey introduced Tim Walz. I don’t see me, against Kamala and Tim, winning.

’Twas on the third evening of the third day when the Obamas and Oprah headlined a distinguished group of personalities introducing Tim Walz. Vice President and Democratic presidential nominee Kamala Harris, on Thursday, will be speaking.

Harris and I will meet on stage at 9 p.m., Tuesday, Sept. 10, for “The ABC News Presidential Debate in the race for the White House” at the National Constitution Center in Philadelphia. The VP nominees shall meet in debate on Oct. 1, the media are reporting.

Given then poet Amanda Gordon and Kamala Harris; and Tim Walz and the Clintons, the Obamas, and the rest of us Democrats, who knows what known or unknown unknown shall, at the end of the day, Russia’s Agent 4547, to power, be returning?

I don’t remember when I first learned about Howell’s association with the Ku Klux Klan. I’m not a native of Michigan. But I knew exactly what I was doing in the Ku Klux Klan’s Howell. More than anywhere, Howell’s the home of the Ku Klux Klan.

Howell, Michigan is not the place it was in the 1970s and ’80s. But, as we saw last month, there are people who hope that it can be again; if ever, I am returned to power. They chanted, “We love Hitler. We love Trump.” Far be it from me to condemn them.

A true leader misleads his people; because he (me), knows better. Witness my lies; about Covid; about taxes; and about top-secret documents. Ever an apprentice huckster, I’ve been slippery. Even this late in my life, my lies and my crimes seem, multiplying.

“We love Hitler. We love Trump.” That chant, says a lot. And so, I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. After my election; after my presidency. But during, my global, dictatorship. That’s when I will explain all my lies. That will go a long way, to my crimes, explaining.

Not all stories end, in endings, happy. Let’s get real. I’m putting an end to all that. When I’m elected, I’m putting an end to all that nonsense. Never mind, for the moment, that asteroid Godspeeding. Never mind also that soon, China, Taiwan’s, invading.

Never mind that asteroid Godspeeding. Never mind also, that soon, China, Taiwan, shall be, invading. In China, the war plans, have been drawn. Drawn are the war plans; and the contingency plans, therefrom. Soon. Soon, Taiwan, China, is invading.

Not all stories end, in endings, happy. Let’s get real. I’m putting an end to all that. When I’m elected, I’m putting an end to all that nonsense. Never mind, for the moment, that asteroid Godspeeding. Never mind also that soon, China, Taiwan’s, invading.

No need to change the rules. We just win when we see a mountain in front of us. With no elevator waiting to take us to the top. That’s when we’ll put our hands down. And get to work. “In America,” Kamala’s mother taught her, “we can do something.”

LET’S GET REAL

Let’s get real. Not all stories end, in endings, happy. I’m putting an end to all that. When I’m elected, I’m putting an end to all that nonsense. Never mind, for the moment, that asteroid Godspeeding. Never mind also that soon, China, Taiwan’s, invading.

Meanwhile, in Israel, amid the ongoing Israel-Hamas war, Hamas has agreed to the ceasefire proposal presented by the United States but remains opposed to what the group argues are “new conditions” added by Israel, alleging bad-faith, negotiating.

Hamas said the new proposal meets Bibi’s conditions, including his refusal of a ceasefire, a complete troop withdrawal from Gaza and his insistence on keeping control of the Netzarim and Philadelphi Corridors. They disagree, even when, agreeing.

Also yesterday, the Israel Defense Forces announced that they’ve recovered the bodies of six Israeli hostages during an operation in the Gaza Strip. Their bodies were found in a tunnel in Khan Yunis. The circumstances of their deaths, the IDF’s, investigating.

Crimes on Earth, we’re forever, investigating. Even in pre-historical times, wo(men) strayed from established norms. Hamas had best get out, whilst the getting (whilst not good), is as good as it’s gonna get. Hamas has worn out its welcome, I’m thinking.

Hamas had best get out whilst the getting’s good. Hamas has worn out its welcome. The recovery of the bodies of hostages has done nothing if it hasn’t further hardened the stances of Hamas and Israel. Hamas has worn out its welcome, I’m thinking.

Back in Russia, the combination of Ukrainian forces and Belarusian volunteers, I expect shall bolster the offensive in Kursk, especially as the attackers capture more tanks, some of which are being abandoned by Russian troops, without fighting.

Protesters have broken through a fence set up by police at the site of the Democratic National Convention on its opening day in Chicago. Thousands took to the streets to voice their opposition. Tearing down a fence, the protesters are voicing opposition.

Tearing down a security fence, they’re voicing opposition. In Chicago, protesting, are the Palestinians. Protesters have broken through a fence set up by the police yesterday. Thousands took to the streets yesterday, to voice, their opposition.

A total of 13 people were arrested during the first day of theDemocratic National Convention. They included about 10 people from a group of agitators who breached the outer security perimeter fence, outside the DNC, during an earlier, protestation.

The Obamas spoke last night, on the the second day of theDemocratic National Convention. And so I’ll be recouping Harris and Biden — blaming her for the inflation, foreign crises, and border chaos that, in the past four years, have been happening.

Howell, Michigan is not the place it was in the 1970s and ’80s — but as we saw last month, there are people who hope that it can be again if I am ever returned to power. They chanted, “We love Hitler. We love Trump.” Far be it from me to condemn them.

SOMETHING WITHIN ME — IS SNAPPING

There was a backpack bombing the day before yesterday. It was in Tel Aviv. And it might be terror. Or it might be just, a criminal act. ‘Tis, being investigated. The possibility of terror is real. Perhaps, the bomb detonated, prematurely. It’s terror, I’m thinking.

Yesterday’s backpack bombing in Tel Aviv is being investigated. Hamas; and Palestinian Jihad, have claimed responsibility. The terroristic nature of the act is confirmed. It detonated, prematurely. It’s terror, understated; terror, nonetheless, I’m thinking.

In an existence in which near everything that happens is predetermined, there’s a lot going on. And everyone on Earth is delusional. It comes with the territory. Hubris propels humanity. And hubris, as an obstruction, surely as well, is acting.

Hubris originated in ancient Greece. The word had several different meanings depending on the context. In legal usage, it meant assault or sexual crimes and theft of public property. In religious usage it meant emulation of divinity, or against a god, transgressing.

Notwithstanding TVs’ small screens, my performance and that of Kamala at the debate shall make for great theater. Like King Lear, something within me, is snapping. Ironically, it shall be, most fitting. Suffering a nervous breakdown onnational TV; ‘tis fitting.

I am not shocked anymore by human delusion. ‘Tis the human condition. Verily, I am not shocked anymore, by anything. Time will vindicate me. In the meantime, something within me, is snapping. Call God’s work a matrix; a universal design, He’s minding.

Hamas on Sunday rejected an updatedAmerican proposal for a ceasefire and hostage deal inGaza, blaming Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu for moving the goalposts. And blaming the Americans, for indulging him. The negotiations, are faltering.

And the stakes have risen since the late July killings in quick succession of Iran-backed militant leaders, including Hamas political chief Ismail Haniyeh; even as the humanitarian crisis in the Gaza has deepened with a much-feared, polio outbreak, now happening.

Russia is moving to expand its military presence in eastern Libya, It’s a plan that could lead to a naval base, giving it a significant foothold on Europe’s southern doorstep. ‘Tis an escalation to the Americans; and its European allies. ‘Tis threatening.

In Libya, Russia’s strategy is to drive European players out, and ideally bring Gazprom in. Weaponizing energy and minerals is a ploy Putin will want to replicate in Mali and in CAR; wherever in Africa, Russia has interests. The West ought be, Libya, considering.

With the distinction of having the most extensive oil reserves in Africa and ranking ninth globally, Libya stands at an economic crossroads. The shut down of the El Sharara oil field by his proxy Khalifa Haftar plays straight into the hands of Vladimir Putin.

Vladimir Putin. My main man. Recapitulating, he’s my leading man. The heretofore undisputed leader of a super secret, international cabal has fallen, recently, on hard times. As everyone knows Volodymyr’s Ukrainians have been, Russia, invading.

And just yesterday, for the first time in history, a tank bearing the white-red-white flag of Belarus has been seen in the Russian region of Kursk, where Belarusian volunteers are fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with Ukraine against Russia’s Putin.

Let’s get real. Not all stories end in endings, happy. I’m putting an end to all that. When I’m elected, I’m putting an end to all that nonsense. Never mind, for the moment, that asteroid Godspeeding. Never mind also that soon, China, Taiwan’s, attacking.

A public nervous breakdown; that’s what I’m afraid I’m having; and very possibly, at the debate; and on national TV. A fucking public, nervous breakdown. Great theater, albeit, on the small screen. Something within me is snapping. It would be, most fitting.

Ironically, it would be most fitting. A public, nervous breakdown on national TV would make for great theater. Something within me might snap, when Kamala Harris, I debate. When she duly reminds me, of my multitudinous, shortcomings.

J.D.’s campaign plane was forced to an emergency landing. The mishap comes only days after my own plane was forced to an unscheduled landing. J.D.’s got issues. I too, have issues. Even Jeffery Epstein’s plane, also has issues. And the issues seem, multiplying.

in Hinduism and Buddhism, karma is the sum of a person’s actions in this — and previous states — of existence. Karma determines — their form — and their fate, in futureexistences. It also may mean destiny or fate, as effect — from cause, following.

Thus, karma may mean, in one sense, destiny or fate; as in, as an effect from a cause, following. Alternatively, karma may reference, not so much the acts of an individual as the underpinnings of the scheme that westerners know as, reincarnation.

There’s a bigger picture here than we human beings can appreciate. Occam’s Razor suggests some unknown, simplest answer. However complex. However simple. But our purpose, like our image, mirrors His. A bigger picture on Earth, I’m hypothesizing.

It makes one wonder: How long before I suffer a public nervous breakdown? Kamala will hammer me at the debate, like the prosecutor she once was. She won’t let me off the hook. That’s when something within me, may be, suddenly, snapping.

A public nervous breakdown; that’s what I’m afraid I’m having; and very possibly, at the debate; and on national TV. A fucking public, nervous breakdown. It’ll be great theater, albeit, on the small screen. Something within me is snapping. It would be fitting.

Or not. White House officials now believe that Iran may be reconsidering its plan for major retaliation against Israel. It’s a matter of international diplomacy. It’s a matter of saving face. It seems international diplomacy surreally may be, really, face saving.

Hamas fired two missiles at Tel Aviv on Tuesday; just two days before scheduled talks; the cease-fire and hostage negotiation talks that the terror group refuses to attend unless Israel agrees to a permanent end to the war. Hamas is pretty good, at negotiating.

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu introduced new conditions that complicated negotiations aimed at freeing hostages and suspending fighting in the Gaza Stripin May, according to U.S. and foreign officials. Netanyahu’s good, at negotiating.

Hamas is pretty good at negotiating. The Israelis are pretty good too. And both Hamas and the Israelis are excellent, at fighting. Making peace — not so much. Benjamin Netanyahu, like me, is facing prison. He has little incentive, for good faith, negotiating.

Benjamin Netanyahu, like me, is facing prison. He has little incentive for any genuine, negotiating. Like me too, he’s a wannabe war hero. Full of hubris, and emboldened by his power, Hamas’ Oct. 7TH attacks have been, for Netanyahu, empowering.

I’ve been empowered. And so it was that my highly intellectual speech on a thing called the economy became, predictably, a dumb speech on a bunch of stuff that has nothing to do with the economy. Kamala Harris and Tim Walz have got me, crazily, pivoting.

In New York, Juan Soto has been a game-changer for the Yankees this season. Headed for a top-five finish in American League MVP voting, his 3 homers just last night, make it all the more likely, he’s going to sign a fat contract for more than half a billion.

The Olympics are over. Baseball; and football; and then basketball, are taking over. Juan Soto has been labeled a game-changer; like Shohei Ohtani, a generational, talent. The New York Mets, their cross-town rival, the Yankees’ Juan Soto, are targeting.

Over is, the 33RD Olympiad. But baseball and football and basketball are taking over. I fear Iran and its proxy allies, Israel, are at long last, attacking. Blood in the water, I’m smelling. There is blood in the water. Blood in the water, indeed, I’m smelling.

Indeed; the Olympics are over. But conflict remains, ever with us. Conflict remains, seemingly constantly, ever with us. Witness our bloody history. Witness, our current geopolitical, affairs. But evolution is a process, lengthy. It’s what I suspect, is happening.

TO ATTACK — OR NOT — ATTACK

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CHACHOMANOPAPA.COM. One may freely read there MORONS AND ALIENS: 2907 Maydays. On Earth, most everything, is predetermined. Witness Hezbollah, from Beirut, fleeing. I fear Iran and its proxy allies, Israel, are at long last, attacking.

I have been desperate to flip the script after Joe’s decision to exit the race caused an unprecedented shift in vibes and polls that has seen Vice President Kamala Harris take the lead in both national and swing state polling. Blood in the water, I’m smelling.

Suddenly, three senior Iranian officials are saying that only a cease-fire deal in Gaza stemming from hoped-for talks this week would hold Iran back from direct retaliation against Israel for the assassination of Hamas leader Ismail Haniyeh. But it’s not happening.

Hezbollah moved its entire operation personnel, computers and other equipment out of Beirut, including its political wing. That’s a red flag. Iran and its allies; Hezbollah; Hamas; and the Palestinian Jihad. I fear Iran and its allies, Israel is at last, attacking.

There were plenty of medals to be decided across sports as varied as track and field, modern pentathlon, cycling, water polo and wrestling on the final day of the 2024 Olympic Games. And it culminated in a highly anticipated ceremony, in its closing.

For a few moments in Paris, there was still plenty of parochial drama. The American women replicated the success of the American men in basketball. Congratulations too, to the French. And slim Chinese divers. And what a week, in Gaza, it’s been.

Indeed, what a week also in Gaza, it’s been. No one in Gaza watched Cindy Ngambabecome the first person to win an Olympic medal for the Refugee Olympic Team. She won a bronze medal inboxing. No one in Gaza, Cindy Ngamba, was watching.

There are but few TVs in Gaza. And little, electricity. No one in Gaza was watching when Cindy Ngamba won her event. No one was watching, when the athletes won their medals. And no one’s been watching out for, in Gaza, 40,000 Palestinians, dying.

No one in Gaza was watching when Cindy Ngamba won her event. In fact, no one was watching, when any of the nations’ athletes won their medals. And, except for the Israeli Defense Forces, no one’s been watching, 40,000 Gazan Palestinians, dying.

The Olympics of 2024 are over. On to 2028! If we can get past what remains of 2024. And if we can get past a few more years. In just a few more years we’ll be celebrating in Los Angeles, the 34TH Olympiad. But boding poorly is that Big Brothers, are watching.

Big Brothers are watching. And they’re not just in Gaza. And China. And America. Big Brothers, increasingly, are watching their own citizens, not to mention, foreigners. Terrorism, is on the rise. Increasingly, Big Brothers are watching their own citizens.

Make no mistake. Terrorism, is on the rise. And increasingly, Big Brothers are finding it necessary to watch their own citizens, along with foreigners. Witness the success of the French in Paris; and witness Russians in Moscow; and Chinese in Beijing.

While the risk of an Iranian attack is still high, Joe Biden’s informing the press that redoubled American efforts may be starting to pay off. There’s a possibility that Iran is, its position, reconsidering. This may be, after all, a frantic exercise, in face-saving.

Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah said in a speech on Tuesday that the organization is going to retaliate for the assassination of Fuad Shukr by Israel in Beirut last week. This may not be, after all, just another frantic exercise, in face-saving.

Several hours before Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah’s speech, the editor-in-chief of the Lebanese newspaper Al-Akhbar, Ibrahim al-Amin, published a front page article that said that Hezbollah is likely to be Israel’s capital, Tel Aviv, targeting.

Or not. White House officials now believe that Iran may be reconsidering its plan for a major retaliation against Israel. It’s a matter of, international, diplomacy. It’s a matter of, saving face. International diplomacy, surreally, may be really, face saving.

Israel might also consider a preemptive attack against Iran if it concluded an attack was imminent, Israeli mediareported Monday after Netanyahu met with his defense chiefs. Israel might well consider a preemptive attack. ‘Tis a matter of self-defending.

Elsewhere, Russia’s Lipetsk region has been struck by a “massive” Ukrainian drone attack, according to its governor, as Ukraine’s cross-border assault into Russia shows no sign of easing. The Ukrainians are keeping up the pressure, on Vladimir Putin.

The pressure on Russia extends to its rouble. The Russian rouble was down 2.5% against the dollar on Friday, with traders reporting that Ukraine’s Kursk offensive was one of the reasons behind the fall. The value of Putin’s rouble, is plummeting.

Putin retains a tight grip on his country and dissent is generally crushed. But the counter attacks threaten to unravel his narrative that the war’s under control.I don’t expect any big domestic changes in Russia but this adds more pressure on the Kremlin.

The results of the coming week will indicate whether Gaza is going to sink even deeper; into a widening, perpetual war — or if, for the first time since Oct. 7, there will be a change of course. The outcome may well reshape the legacy President Biden.

And mine. My campaign’s been hacked. But the identity of the hacker; and the scope of the information obtained by the hacker, remains unclear. ‘Tis a major security breach for my campaign. I suspect it was an Iranian. Not terribly fond of me are Iranians.

I heard it through the grapevine.That’s how I know that. I haven’t stolen any classified information. But, I’ve got a feeling. You can take it to the bank. Israel, this very night, Iran our is attacking. Or not. The parties may have to agree, to fake, attacking.

Mankind has problems — up the ying-yang. Take, as examples, rampant climate change. And malignant nationalism. And malignant religionism. Hubris. It’s got a lot to do with this geopolitical state of affairs. Hubris. It’s got a lot to do with our failings.

Physics is one thing. Metaphysics is, entirely another. Witness alchemy. Witness, black holes. Witness hubris. Witness, black souls. Consider the purposes of the Gods. Consider the purposes of the Gods; and us, their less than humble, creations.

But physics is one thing. Metaphysics, is another. Witness alchemy. Witness, black holes. Witness hubris. Witness, black souls. Consider the purposes of the Gods. Consider their purposes; and the purposes of us, their often, humble, creations.

Understanding physics is one thing. Metaphysics, is another. And time, yet another. Think of time in terms of purpose; and not just our purpose, but the various and sundry purposes of the Gods. Like the Gods, we find time, limiting. We find time, constraining.

Because The Matrix may be more than a movie, I’m thinking of time in terms of purpose. Like the Gods, humans find time, limiting; humans find time, constraining, I don’t subscribe to conventional wisdom. I don’t subscribe to conventional thinking.

Ultraterrestial hypotheses, however unlikely they may seem, aren’t impossible. Emerging observations seem to suggest they may well have some validity. And that the UAP are not only aerial but can also move underwater, the evidence, is mounting.

An extensive body of data and first-hand accounts show “Unidentified Submersible Objects” (USOs) acting in ways that surpass human technology and even challenge scientific understanding of what is possible. Set in our ways are we Earthlings.

The Harvard researchers note that respected Stanford chair and long-time UAP researcher Dr Gary Nolan indeed once stated in an interview that non human intelligence is coming from both outside our atmosphere and from beneath our oceans.

Set in our ways, are we Earthlings. Chock full of hubris, are we. We are dust. And hubris. And thoughts. And feelings. We are all these things. And we are more. We are physical. And metaphysical. But it’s that hubris that’s most confounding, to we Earthlings.

We are all these things. And we are more. Physically, little more than bone and muscle and blood, are we. But limited and unduly constrained by our metaphysical aspects are we humans. ‘Tis human hubris that we Earthlings find, most confounding.

Hubris. It’s got a lot to do with this geopolitical state of affairs. It’s got a lot to do with Iran and Israel. And Russia and Ukraine. It’s got a lot to do too with China and Taiwan. Hubris — up the ying-yang, has Xi. And Vladimir. And me. And my former lover — Kim.

The Ayatollah — unambiguously — hath spoken. He hath ordered a retaliatory strike on Israel. Accordingly, Israel, shall be stricken. Hamas, Hezbollah and the Houthis, with Yemen’s Palestinian Islamic Jihad, Iran’s forces — in Jihad against Israel, joining.

And the head of Hamas’ military wing, Mohammed Deif, was killed in an airstrike in Gaza last month, the Israeli military confirmed on Thursday, a day after the group’s political leader was assassinated in Tehran. Bibi, Hamas, everywhere, is duly pressuring.

The sweeping deal involved 24 prisoners. And at least six countries. And it came together after months of negotiations at the highest levels of government. And it was Germany, whose prisoner, Russian hit-man Vadim Krasikov, who was, for Putin, the linchpin.

This prisoner swap smacks of Vladimir Putin, his political bets, hedging. But its timing is concerning. That this prisoner swap is coming off now reflects Vladimir Putin‘s lack of confidence in me. It’s the timing of this prisoner swap that’s actually, most concerning.

That this prisoner swap is coming off now reflects Putin‘s lack of confidence. It’s the timing of this prisoner swap that’s, most concerning. In the timing, is a clue; about what’s happening. And about what to do. Understanding time; it’s key, to understanding.

Understanding physics is one thing. But metaphysics is another. And time, yet another. Think of time in terms of purpose; and not just our purpose, but the various and sundry purposes of the Gods. Even the Gods find time limiting; and constraining.

Physics is one thing. But metaphysics is another. And time is altogether, another. Think of time in terms of purpose; and not just our purpose, but the various and sundry purposes of the Gods. Even the Gods find time most limiting; and most constraining.

Kamala Harris will stage her first campaign rally with her as-yet-unnamed presidential running mate next Tuesday, in Philadelphia. ‘Tis a decision that doesn’t dampen speculation that Josh Shapiro, the governor of Pennsylvania, a VP-nominee, is becoming.

Shapiro is among six candidates who had calls with Harris’ vetting team this week.Shapiro is among six in the top tier of candidates under consideration to serve as the VP. But between the lines, I’m reading. Towards Josh Shapiro, Kamala, is leaning.

Harris is expected to make a pick for her running mate by Monday. At Temple University. In Philadelphia. Fancy that. Fancy that coincidence. But between the lines, I’m reading. In the timing, is a clue; about what’s happening. And about what we’re doing.

But physics is one thing. metaphysics is entirely, another. Witness alchemy. Witness, black holes. Witness hubris. Witness, black souls. Consider the purposes of the Gods. Consider the purposes of the Gods; and us, their humble, creations.

SOLDIERING ON

Elsewhere, in Paris, at the The 2024 Summer Olympics — officially the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad — soldier on. They ran again today. And biked. They ran and biked and swam the triathlon. And a regimen of antibiotics, the racers, may be undertaking.

Freedom is incompatible with democracy. And so, history, I’m revising. I was the president once. And God willing, I shall preside over the United States, again. Freedom is incompatible with democracy, Thereafter, over the entire Earth, I shall be presiding.

Over the entire Earth, one fine day, I shall preside. Or not. It all depends. It all depends on what happens. It depends on me. And Kamala. And Taiwan. And China. All of us have a hand in what happens. Over the entire Earth, one fine day, I may be presiding.

Some hope not. Kamala and her crew of cheating, Democrats. The Democrats; they’ll stop at nothing. They’ll stop at nothing to stay in power. They insist on freedom; and democracy, But freedom is incompatible with democracy, JD Vance, is threatening.

The Democrats will stop at nothing. They’ll stop at nothing to stay in power. They insist on freedom; and democracy, But freedom is incompatible with democracy. That’s the message JD Vance is introducing to the party. It’s Project 2025, we’re threatening.

Because freedom is incompatible with democracy, history, I’m revising. Project 2025, the American people, are rejecting. My cult is supportive of the initiative but it’s proven unpopular with most. And so, Project 2025, most disingenuously, I’m disowning.

And elsewhere in Beirut, a Hezbollah Commander, has been assassinated. And Ismail Haniyehhas been slain in Tehran. The assassination seemingly undermines months of diplomacy. Ismail Haniyeh, for Gaza’s Hamas, won’t ever again, be negotiating.

And in Tehran, the assassination of Ismail Haniyehsabotages months of diplomacy to broker a deal in Gaza. Far from Doha Far from Gaza. The long term effect is uncertain, but surely, Ismail Haniyeh, won’t ever again, for Gaza’s Hamas, be negotiating.

Iran had planned to use this week’s inauguration of its new president to show off its powerful collection of militias. Representatives of Hamas, Palestinian Islamic Jihad, Yemen’s Houthis and Lebanon’s Hezbollah all, in Tehran, were gathering.

Hamas. And Lebanon’s Hezbollah. And Palestinian Islamic Jihad. And Yemen’s Houthis. All of Iran‘s powerful collection of militias, for the inauguration of its new president, were gathering. No one, immediately, has taken credit for Haniyeh‘s assassination.

In the assassination’s aftermath, Iran’s supreme leader ordered a direct strike on Israel. Mere hours after Ismail Haniyeh was killed in an airstrike early Wednesday, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei issued the command during an emergency meeting.

During an emergency meeting of the country’s Supreme National Security Council, which convened shortly after the assassination, Iran’s supreme leader ordered a direct strike on Israel. Iran and Hamas both blame Israel. Israel though, isn’t commenting.

A direct strike on Israel. That’s what’s been ordered. And if that happens, all Hell, breaks loose. Iran and Hamas both blame Israel. Israel though, hasn’t been commenting. Israel’s not confirming. Israel’s not, denying. A direct strike on Israel, I’m expecting.

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Unwitting authors are @realDonaldTrump, @KamalaHarris, @JoeBiden,@xijinping_cn and @KremlinRussia_E. There are authors, unwitting, on Earth. See CHACHOMANOPAPA.COM. ‘Tis fiction. ‘Tis nonfiction. ‘Tis about them subterranean Earthlings.

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‘Tis about them subterranean aliens; a fateful asteroid and us, oblivious Earthlings. Oblivious to the subterranean aliens are the Earthlings. Oblivious too, to an unknown asteroid, fast, a-coming.

This is fiction. And nonfiction. ‘Tis about a cosmic plot with subplots about subterranean aliens; a fateful asteroid and us, oblivious Earthlings. Oblivious to the subterranean aliens are the Earthlings. Oblivious too, to an unknown asteroid, fast, a-coming.

MORONS AND ALIENS. ‘Tis fiction. ‘Tis nonfiction. ‘Tis about a fateful asteroid and us, oblivious Earthlings. Oblivious to the subterranean aliens are the Earthlings. Oblivious too, to an unknown asteroid, fast, a-coming. Too oblivious — are the Earthlings.

Remarkable has been what’s been happening in Paris these days. Most remarkably, as a symbol of what it might be like some day. Living in peace. Under one flag. Most remarkably, I’m imagining the Olympic flag, over the Earth, the Earthlings, flying.

Imagine; just imagine; imagine some day, everyone on Earth, living in peace. What happened in Paris yesterday was indeed remarkable. I’m imagining the Olympic flag, over the Earth, eventually, the Earthlings flying. That’s what The Watcher says, is happening.

I’m imagining eventually, an Olympic flag over the Earth, the Earthlings, flying. That would be remarkable. Such a happening would mark the triumph on Earth of the one-state solution. All the states would be one. That, The Watcher says, is what’s happening.

Imagine that. Such a happening may mark the triumph on Earth of the one-state solution. All the states would be one. The Watcher says it’s happening. I’m imagining that eventually, an Olympic flag over the Earth, the Earthlings, may well be flying.

That’s what The Watcher says is happening. Believe it or not, my time soon, shall pass. Mankind shall have to, sooner or later, go on without me. Recall that JD and me believe that freedom is incompatible with democracy. History, I’m totally, revising.

My time on Earth, soon, shall pass. Mankind shall have to,, go on without me. Recall that freedom is incompatible with democracy. History, I’m revising. I was the president once. And I shall preside again over the United States of America, God willing.

This is about MY victimhood. It’s not about Gazans. Nor Palestinians. Nor Uyghurs. Nor Rohingya. Nor the poor, stateless, Puerto Ricans. At the Olympics, in Paris, it’s been raining. But in Gaza — they’re not watching. In Gaza — they’re dying.

JD Vance isn’t working out. Replacing JD Vance as my VP nominee may become, at some point, a campaign priority. Looking at it from the bright side, replacing JD will garner the campaign, a second, campaign bump. It’s what, I’m surreally, hoping.

Replacing JD; already, some are calling for getting rid of him. Meanwhile, the endorsements of Barack and Michelle Obama, no longer remain, outstanding. It puts to bed any speculation that Harris might not have the full support of the Obamas, I’m thinking.

The endorsements of Barack and Michelle are now officially in. JD‘s been discomfiting. Netanyahu’s speech to Congress was discomfiting, as well. JD Vance isn’t working out. Bibi and me aren’t working out. Moreover, Kamala with Bibi, seems less obliging.

The run up to the Paris Games was dominated by political upheaval in France, where a surging far-right was deflected in the nick of time by snap elections. France’s rail system was left in chaos after a coordinated attack on the TGV network this morning.

There was a Russian spy scandal. There was a sporting spy scandal, too, with defending women’s football champions Canada caught using drones to spy on their opponents. These Games have been reframed by what, in Ukraine and in Gaza is happening.

Then there was chaos in the men’s football tournament during a Morocco v Argentina match that managed to a include pitch invasion; the fallout from a racism scandal and even a two-hour wait for a VAR decision. And Charlotte Dujardin, was disappointing.

Dujardin, a British multiple medal winner, was forced to pull out of the equestrian event after a distressing video of her, repeatedly whipping a horse came to light. And in Paris today, it’s been raining, all day. Needless to say, in Gaza, most aren’t watching.

In Paris today, it’s been raining. It’s been raining all day long. Needless to say, in Gaza, most Palestinians aren’t watching these Games. Hamas isn’t watching either. In Paris today, predictably, it’s been raining. Steadily, all day, in Paris, it’s been raining.

In Paris today, it’s been raining, again. The Israel delegation got some boos, but also a lot of cheers, as it sailed by spectators, Reuters reporters, saw. Still, chants of “Palestine! Palestine! Palestine!”, from the crowd arose, as the Israel delegation was passing.

What happened in Paris yesterday was remarkable. Most remarkably, as a symbolic representation of what it might be like some day, to live in peace, under one flag, together. Most remarkably, the Olympic flag might be the flag, humanity’s, flying.

Remarkable was what happened in Paris yesterday. The parameters by which we judge an Olympiad, are many. This one was controversial. And costly. And rainy. But remarkably, someday, some unknown flag might be the flag, over the Earth, flying.

GOD’S ON OUR SIDE

Hubris. Humans alone have it; notions such as, for example, God’s on my side; or our side, as the case may be. Notions such as, in my case of malignant narcissism, the notion that I alone, can do, whatever. Project 2025 and the Constitution, notwithstanding.

I alone can do, whatever; that notwithstanding, Project 2025; and the Constitution. Human hubris; humans alone have it; and I have more of it, than anybody. This melodrama, has killer ratings. Even as the ratings for Gaza Ukraine and Taiwan, are slipping.

Wanna debate? Forget about it. I’m too oft, incoherent.And some of JD’s social views are inherently indefensible. And they’ll become, over the remaining electoral season, ever more and more, indefensible. Beware Kamala: God’s on my side. Just saying.

It seems worth mentioning that a white man has lost in every single other election in American history, including two times to a Black man. No one says white men can’t win. I beat a woman but I lost — to a white man. Let it be known. I’ve been beaten.

White men have lost almost every election. I myself lost the popular vote to Clinton in 2016. And again to Biden in 2020. One doesn’t extrapolate out from that long history of losses that white men can’t win. I beat a woman but I lost to a white man.

I beat a woman. I lost to a man. Let it be known. I’ve been beaten down. I’ve got no friends. And if I don’t win this election (if I live that long), I could be headed for jail. That would be intolerable. Asking for your vote am I, my gullible, fellow Americans.

If I don’t win this election, I could be headed for jail. That would be, for me, intolerable. I’m a white man. I don’t do well in jail Humbly asking for your vote am I, my gullible, fellow Americans. Humbly asking am I, for the vote of all black Americans.

I could be headed for jail. I’m a white man. I don’t do well in jail Humbly asking for your vote am I, my gullible, fellow Americans. Humbly asking am I, for the vote of all black and white and Hispanic Americans. For your vote, I am, humbly asking.

It’s been a sea-change. Calm waters, gone treacherous. “Harris leads Trump,” blare, the talking heads. Recent polls show a two-point lead in a two-way race and a four-point lead in a three-way race that includes RFK Jr. There’s been a sea-change, discombobulating.

There’s been a sea-change. Witness the endorsements, now rolling in. Witness the endorsement of Nancy Pelosi. Witness the endorsements also, of Schumer and Jeffries. On top of said endorsements, the endorsement of Obama only, remains, awaiting.

Let it be known. I’ve been beaten down. And that I’ve got no friends. And that, that Korean dynamo, Kim Jong-un (I’m pretty sure), doesn’t love me anymore. But what’s love got to do with it? The endorsement of Barack Obama only, remains, outstanding.

Beware Kamala: God’s on my side. A flurry of endorsements won’t overcome MAGA’s fury. Wanna debate? I’ve been reconsidering the matter. Beware Kamala: God’s on my side. Just saying. JD’s social views are indefensible. It’s a matter, I’m reconsidering.

I’m just saying: God, Kamala, is not on my side. God is not on MAGA’s side. God was not a Jew who became a Christian; becoming also, a white nationalist. God favors not, Jews. Nor white nationalists. Replacing JD Vance with another, I’m now considering.

For the people. Fighting for the people is @VP @KamalaHarris. She’s she. And her. Her official account remains @VP. A profile in courage has been the patriot and @POTUS @JoeBiden. Thank you, President Joseph Biden. And thank you, for Kamala, endorsing.

Additionally, some major Democratic donors who had previously paused their contributions out of concerns about Biden are indicating they’re ready to back Harris, including heiress, Abigail Disney. Meanwhile, my Republicans, are scrambling.

Republicans are scrambling to retool a campaign that wasbuilt to defeat Joe Biden into one capable of defeating another. The added clout could be part of the reason that Joe Manchin, a former Democrat, turned Independent, appears to be, back tracking.

Raising $81 million in less than 24 hours sets a new record for the largest 24-hour fundraising haul. The @VP has more than half of her needed delegates. Europe and Africa: Cheer up! I’m a sore loser. Again, don’t be surprised if, unsurprisingly, again, I’m losing!

“I know Donald Trump’s type,” Kamala said, referring to her job as California attorney general and a prosecutor. And to me. She paused for applause. “And in this campaign I will proudly — I will proudly put my record against his”. After me — she’s coming.

And so, it has come to pass. What was predetermined, has come to pass. Kamala has a record of achievement. A criminal history, is what I have. It’s just not fair. It’s not fair, that Joe is reneging. And It’s not fair that Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, is replacing.

It’s not fair that Kamala Harris, Joe Biden, is replacing. This is about MY victimhood. Not Gazans. It’s not about Palestinians. And it’s not about Uyghurs. Nor is it about the Rohingya. Nor the stateless Puerto Ricans. This is about me. It’s about me, I’m writing.

“The problem with JD Vance is he has no conviction, but I guess his running mate has 34.” It was, of course, a reference to my being convicted on all 34 counts in my hush money trial, the sentencing of which, I have been desperately, frantically, delaying.

Gather round me — God’s children. The truth, like the proof, is in the pudding. Gather round me, my children. There is comfort in knowing (as an article of faith) that there is good reason to believe that our purposes mirror His. Or Hers. ‘Tis comforting.

I must confess. I’m not, as I profess, all that. Life’s not fair. And most don’t know, what I know. Gather round me, my children. Our purposes mirror His. After all, most of our Gods, are indeed, males, And in hymns (if Christian), sometimes, we be worshiping.

I must confess. I am, as I profess, all that. Being contradictory; and fast-moving. It’s all second nature to me. And I’ve learned that being so keeps the authorities at bay. Ray Cohn told me so. I am all that. And I know this. Kamala, for the people, is fighting.

Just let me speak. Forget about no debate. Let me be “the issue. In 2016, I won because Hillary became “the issue.” In 2020, I became an issue. More recently, Joe Biden’s been an issue. I must be the issue. But forget about, anytime soon, debating.

Forget about debating. Just let me speak. I can’t help, surreally misspeaking. Just let me speak. Forget about no debate. Let me be the issue. In 2016 I won because Hillary became an issue. In 2020, I was the issue. Now, Joe and Kamala, are issues, becoming.

Wanna debate? Forget about it. I’m too oft, incoherent.
And some of JD’s social views are inherently indefensible. And they’ll become, over the remaining electoral season, ever more and more indefensible. Beware Kamala: God’s on my side. Just saying.

THANK YOU — PRESIDENT BIDEN

She’s at X’s @KamalaHarris. Fighting for the people. She’s a wife, Momala and Auntie. She’s she. And she’s her. Her official account was, remains, @VP. A profile in courage has been the patriot, and @POTUS, @JoeBiden. Thank you, President Joseph Biden.

Covid-19 had little to do with Joe’s unraveling. And it’s too bad that this passing of the torch has been so unseemly. It’s Sunday. This passing of the torch has been awkward. But that matters little. What matters to Democrats is, Donald Trump, defeating.

A growing number of Democrats are publicly calling on Joe Biden to abandon his reelection effort, and many senior-ranking officials in his orbit privately believe he’ll need to step aside soon. Covid-19 has little to do with his unraveling. Joe, is unraveling.

The plots are converging. Gaza and Ukraine are ongoing. And Taiwan soon will join them. Joe’s been pondering. In his race to Mars, Elon Musk, unsurprisingly, wants to corner the markets in AI for himself and his alter-ego enterprises. These plots are converging.

Witness Joe posting today: “My fellow Democrats, I have decided not to accept the nomination and to focus all my energies on my duties as President for the remainder of my term.” By his selection of Kamala Harris as Vice President, he’s abiding.

Joe furthermore added: “Today I want to offer my full support and endorsement for Kamala to be the nominee of our party this year. Democrats; it’s time to come together and beat Trump. Let’s do this.” Meanwhile, in the MAGAverse, bricks, they’re shitting.

Kamala is now the frontrunner to replace Biden but some Democratic governors could also be in the mix. Whitmer of Michigan, Shapiro of Pennsylvania and Newsom of California.Whitmer, Shapiro and Newsom. In the MAGAverse, toilets are clogging.

The Dems are back in it. But they’re not out of the woods yet. Barack Obama has not yet, Kamala Harris, endorsed. What’s up with that? Going forward, that may be, problematic. Barack has not yet, Kamala, endorsed. Barack’s endorsement, we’re awaiting.

Obama has not yet, Harris, endorsed. Some significant endorsements have been forthcoming. Everyone excited; excited about choosing a vice president and mounting a campaign. Kamala was a sex crimes prosecutor. Unfortunately I’m a felon.

After all Kamala was a sex crimes prosecutor. I’m a felon. Obama hasn’t yet, Harris, favored with an endorsement, Everyone’s excited about choosing a vice president and mounting a campaign. Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m a felon.

Barack Obama wanted Sunday to be about Mr. Biden, a celebration of his accomplishments. He does not feel pressured to act hastily, according to a former White House official who speaks with the former president. Pressure, he’s resisting.

Republicans may characterize that as a snub. But Barack has positioned himself as an impartial elder statesman above intraparty machinations. He had no alternate candidate in mind when he posted. Kamala Harris, is not, immediately, endorsing.

Post-convictions, my campaign said it raised $52.8M in 24 hours. The Democrats zoomed past those numbers in about half a day after Joe Biden dropped out of the race. And ActBlue says the Democrats took in $53 million in small-donor, fundraising.

She’s at X’s @KamalaHarris. Fighting for the people. She’s a wife, Momala and Auntie. She’s she. And she’s her. Her official account remains at @VP. A profile in courage has been the patriot, and @POTUS, @JoeBiden. Thank you, President Joseph Biden.

THIS POEM IS AN ALGORITHM

I have an inkling about what on Earth, is happening. This epic poem is an algorithm; a set of instructions psychographically transmitted, to us Earthlings. This epic poem, most implausibly but only seemingly incredibly, is an Almighty, God-given, algorithm.

This poem is an algorithm. Some Democrats are privately saying that Biden may drop out of the presidential race as soon as this weekend. And indeed, dozens of congressional Democrats have, just today, publicly spoken out, about Joe Biden.

Just when my assassination attempt had quieted talk of a swap at the top of the ticket, the Deep State reeled Joe back in. His campaign, some pundits say, won’t survive the weekend. Implausibly, this poem, is an algorithm. This epic poem, is an algorithm.

As many as 35 congressional Democrats have, just today, publicly spoken out, about Joe Biden. I myself have tweeted and threaded him. Witness Elon Musk’s X; and Zuck’s threads. Elon Musk has endorsed me. But Mark Zuckerberg, no one, is endorsing.

Witness Elon’s X. And Zuck’s threads. Zuckerberg, no one, is endorsing. But Elon Musk has endorsed me, not just nominally — but financially. Elon Musk has strongly endorsed me. And Elon, from where his mouth is, 25 million, into my kitty, is putting.

Mark Zuckerberg, no one, is endorsing. But Elon has endorsed me, not just nominally, but financially. Elon has strongly endorsed me. Elon, from where his mouth is, 25 million monthly, into my kitty, is putting. And AI, Elon — ambitiously, is eyeing.

Elon has endorsed me. Not merely nominally, but big-time, financially. Elon has strongly endorsed me. Elon, from where his mouth is, 25 million monthly, into my kitty, is putting. And AI (artificial intelligence), Elon Musk, is ambitiously, zealously, eyeing.

Elon Musk is financially endorsing me. Big time. Elon, from where his mouth is, 25 million monthly, into my kitty, is putting. And AI (artificial intelligence), Elon is ambitiously, zealously, eyeing. Elon Musk, unsurprisingly, wants AI — for Elon.

Elon has transformed himself from an idealistic supporter of Democrats like Barack Obama into a fierce ally of mine. For months, he’s flirted with endorsing me. Roughly 30 minutes after I survived an assassination attempt, my endorsement, was forthcoming.

The world’s richest man, once deeply skeptical of me, now is endorsing me. In doing so he has emerged as a central character in the presidential race; and in his race to Mars. Elon Musk, unsurprisingly, wants to corner the markets in AI for Elon.

In his race to Mars, Elon Musk, unsurprisingly, wants to corner the markets in AI for himself and his alter-ego enterprises. He’s friends with Xi. And with Vladimir Putin. And he knows that, like him, I’ve got friends in high places. Accordingly, we’re, cooperating.

Elon is friends with Xi. And with Vladimir Putin. And he knows that, like him, I’ve got friends in high places. And so, we’re, cooperating. We’ve come to an understanding. Accordingly, we’re, cooperating. The very nature of our governance, is changing.

Elon knows that, like him, I’ve got friends in high places. Accordingly, (surreally), we are cooperating. In his race to Mars, Elon Musk, wants to corner the markets in AI for himself and his alter-ego enterprises. He’s friends with Xi. And with Vladimir Putin.

Some Democrats privately say Biden may decide to drop out of the presidential race as soon as this weekend, citing rising pressure from party leaders and close friends. The 81-year-old president, faces mounting pressure. Sick with Covid, he’s, self-isolating.

First LadyJill Biden is propping up President Biden, inevitably inviting comparisons to First LadyEdith Wilson. She took the reins at theWhite House, a century ago. ‘Twas when Woodrow Wilson was, by a stroke, halfway through his second term, stricken.

This parallel has raised questions about how significant a role Jill is playing, in helping, the president govern. Edith Wilson, after all, helped conceal from the public that her husband was incapacitated, following his stroke, in October of 1919. I’m not lying.

And there’s a parallel in Eleanor Roosevelt, who helped her husband Franklin Roosevelt win a fourth term in 1944. That notwithstanding Roosevelt‘s deteriorating health that led to his death a few months later. His deteriorating health, eventually killed him.

Mrs. Roosevelt and Mrs.Wilson — like Dr.Biden now — faced harsh criticism for their actions. A key difference is that in the current world of 24/7 news reporting and communication,Dr.JillBiden, that scrutiny and criticism, is in real time, brutally, receiving.

“God saves,” Get ready for it. I’ll be delivering the keynote speech at the Republican Convention later this evening. In Milwaukee. And I’ll be laying it on, thick. What happened last Saturday was nothing, if not miraculous. That’s what’s happening.

What a busy news day! What a difference, a day may make! Microsoft is suffering an outage. Leeds, in England, is burning. Still, in Milwaukee, I felt safe. God’s on my side. What happened Saturday was miraculous. And Leeds, in England, is burning.

Leeds, in England, is burning. Still, in Milwaukee, speaking behind the lectern at the Republican Convention in Milwaukee, I felt safe. God’s on my side. God’s on our side. What happened Saturday was miraculous. And Leeds, in merry England, is burning.

What a difference a day makes. And what a difference, a turn of a phrase; or a turn of a head. A house divided against itself, cannot stand. I believe this government cannot endure, permanently, half brave — and half — cowardly. My lead, I’m following.

What a difference makes, a turn of a phrase; or a turn of a head. A house divided against itself, cannot stand. I believe this government cannot permanently endure, half brave, and half, cowardly. My miraculous head turn; it’s a sea change. My lead, I’m following.

My miraculous head turn; it’s been nothing less than a sea change. And so the tech boys’ lead, I’m following.And dutifully, following my lead — are free thinkers. Thinkers like Peter Theil; and Elon Musk. Methinks they think, of their evil plans, I’ve no inkling.

But being the author (psychographic) of this, I have far more than an inkling. And so, I’m leading them on. And so, the tech boys’ lead, I’m following. Freedom is incompatible with democracy. And so the Deep State I’m taking on, along with Joe Biden.

Democracy, with freedom, is incompatible. And so the Deep State, along with Joe Biden, I’m taking on. They’ve been coming after me. But my running mate and me; we get it. They’ve been coming after me. But I remain in their way. In their way, I’m standing.

The Secret Service fucked up. They got me shot. Almost killed. I took a bullet, not in the rear, but through my ear. Aileen Cannon tho, came through for me, big time. She’s a loose cannon. She’s got what it takes to be a Justice. A Cannon, I’ll be nominating.

The anointment of Vance; my heir apparent. Things, of course, are not what they seem. ‘Tis the next shiny thing. Gaza and Ukraine. They’re still there. There, where the screaming is heard only by victims. Only, by perpetrators. And Taiwan’s coming.

JD Vance; a strong leader, he’ll make a great president for eight years after my next four-year term. ‘Tis feel-good, wishful thinking. Distracting, are shiny things. AI, also, is coming. White Americans! Your champion is here. And your retribution, is coming.

White Americans! Your heroic champion is here. I am the great, white hope. I am your warrior, I am your justice. For those who have been wronged and betrayed, I am your retribution. I promise you. I am your retribution. And your retribution, is coming.

Your heroic champion, I am your white nationalist, great white hope. I promise you, your retribution. I’ve got friends in high places. Witness, the high court. JD Vance shall be, to MAGA, my heir. Listen up. Tonight, JD Vance, the Republican Convention’s addressing.

As if climaxing, these plots are converging. Tonight, JD Vance, and his lovely wife, the Convention addressed. Joe’s been sidelined by Covid. I survived an assassination attempt but Joe’s been sidelined by Covid. Life is good. Righteously, I must be, living.

Tonight, JD Vance and his lovely wife, the Republican Convention, were addressing. Joe’s being sidelined by Covid. Compare and contrast. I survived an assassination attempt but Joe’s being sidelined by Covid. Life is good. Righteously, I must be, living.

Righteously, I’ve lived. Righteously, I’m living. And on righteously governing, I’m intent, Joe’s been sidelined by Covid. Compare and contrast. I survived an assassination attempt but Joe’s being sidelined by Covid. And I have angels, all about me, flying.

Compare and contrast. I got shot. Joe got sick. I have angels, flying, all about me. And I survived an assassination attempt. And been declared, a martyr. Righteously, I’ve lived. And righteously, I’m living. There’s no comparison — confidently, I’m thinking.

There’s no comparison — confidently — I’m thinking. There’s no comparison. I got shot. He got sick. I’m unfit. But so is he. Joe’s aging. And ill. So confident am I in a November landslide that for JD Vance — over Scott, Burgum and Rubio — I’m opting.

So confident am I in a November landslide that for JD Vance — over Scott, Burgum and Rubio, I’m opting. “I certainly would like abortion to be illegal, nationally,” my main man, JD Vance has been quoted as saying. My fellow Americans; I’m not fucking kidding.

My chances of winning the election are declining. Biden’s fitness for office has been called into question since his shaky debating performance against me in June. That’s when Joe muddled his words — when he lost, his train of thought— whilst speaking.

Some Democrats privately say; Biden may decide to drop out of the presidential race as soon as this weekend, citing rising pressure from party leaders and close friends. The 81-year-old president, faces mounting pressure. Sick with Covid, he’s, self-isolating.

Citing pressure from Democratic party leaders and from his close friends. The 81-year-old president, faces mounting pressure. Sick with Covid, Joe been, self-isolating. These plots are converging. And so I find myself worrying about the Dems, Joe, replacing.

WHAT A BUSY NEWS WEEK

What a busy news week! The Secret Service fucked up. They got me shot. I took a bullet, not in the rear, but through my ear. But Aileen came through for me, big time. She’s a loose cannon. She’s got what it takes to be a Justice. A Cannon, I’ll be nominating.

Aileen Cannon’s rulings in the documents case had fueled questions about favoritism and legal acumen even before she threw out the charges against me. It’s not so much her legal acumen. The truth of the matter is that, a huge wager, on me, she’s making.

To the highest court in the land, a loose Cannon, I’ll be nominating. Nominating two more conservative Justices in my next term, more than ever, seems well within reach. Teach the Dems. Own them. God willing, they shan’t replace, Joseph Biden.

It’s good to have friends. It’s even better when one’s got friends in high places. And it’s even better when one can elevate a friend to such a high place. I’ve been blessed. I never tire of being so blessed. The Dems shan’t replace, Joe Biden, God willing.

God help us! The Dems shan’t replace Joe Biden. Joe Biden shan’t allow it. Like me, Joe doesn’t always act in the best interests of the nation. The most accomplished president in American history doesn’t always act in the best interests of the nation.

A somber me — my right ear covered by a small white bandage — strode into the Republican National Convention on Monday evening, lightly pumping my right fist and gently waving the same hand. Invariably, I always act in the best interests of the nation.

JD Vance says he has changed. That he no longer thinks all those terrible things, that he in the past, has said about me. And you know, maybe that’s true. Who among us knows what is in the heart of a man. Especially, a lying one, logically, I’m surmising.

The former First Lady was absent during night one of the convention, even as I formally accepted the nomination as the Republican candidate for president. She doesn’t want to be the First Lady anymore. She’s tired. And retired. She’s tired of the lying.

Spouses of Republican presidential candidates are typically present and give a speech during the convention. Her absence is a break in a long tradition. She doesn’t want to be the First Lady of her husband. Now religious, Holy Rosaries, Melania’s praying.

After four years as First Lady, Mel’s seen enough. Enough fist pumping; enough, Nazi salutes. After I got shot; after the white power salutes whilst departing, it seems that I gave an old-fashioned Sieg Heil, Nazi Style salute. Icons, Melania, is destroying.

An iconoclast is my wife, Melania; a destroyer of images graven, is she. She’s through with me. Witness her absence at my trials. Witness her absence in Milwaukee at the Republican Convention. And my absence in her heart. Melania, from me, is recovering.

Good guys were stationed inside the building. The operations plan had them stationed inside, looking out windows toward the rally, scanning the crowd for dangers like the assassin on the roof above them. The Keystone Cops, the president, were protecting.

What a busy news week! The Secret Service fucked up. They got me shot. I took a bullet, not in the rear, but through my ear. Aileen tho, came through for me, big time. She’s a loose cannon. She’s got what it takes to be a Justice. A Cannon, I’ll be nominating.

The Secret Service fucked up. They got me shot. Almost killed. I took a bullet, not in the rear, but through my ear. My loose Cannon tho, came through for me, big time. A loose cannon, she’s got what it takes to be a Justice. A Cannon, I’ll be nominating.

A FIST-BUMP PHOTO

With his back foot on the edge of a precipice, Joe addresses a nation tonight, more and more, towards MAGA, leaning; more and more, not Joe, trusting. The fist-pump photo. It’s the next iconic photo. It’s the newly iconic photo. It’s American history, I’m revising.

It’s American history, I’m revising. World history, also. History is written by the victors. Accordingly, it’s world history, I’m revising. History is written by the victors. It’s not just American history, I’m revising. It’s world history, I’m writing. And, I’m rewriting.

In the wake of the attempt on my life, some of my supporters have vehemently criticized the press and liberal media commentators for their hard-knuckled reporting. Reporting sounding the alarm on what four more years of me, is foreboding.

Four more years of me is foreboding. It is what it is. I’m a provincial; not at all global. In the wake of the attempt on my life, I’ve been thinking politically. And strategically. To unite the nation I’ll just sound, increasingly, evangelical. My base, I’m expanding.

I’ve been thinking. Politically. And strategically. To unite the nation, I’ll just need to sound more cynically, evangelical. Minimizing my insulting may make me more palatable to the non-aligned independents, all the while, my loyal base, expanding.

Who knew? Who knew that a donor to the Democrats, a registered Republican, would attempt my assassination? Who could have known? I know that, for the most part, everything’s predetermined. Almost everything’s predetermined; almost everything.

I love drama; and melodrama, also. Marco Rubio’s out. Burgum’s out. And JD Vance is under Secret Service protection. Nikki Haley, at the last moment, got herself, invited. Politically, Nikki Haley would make a lot of sense; and still be, most surprising.

Nikki Haley, at the last moment, got herself, to the convention, invited. Politically, Nikki Haley would have made a lot of sense, politically. Her selection would have been, most surprising. Alas, I can’t deal with women. JD Vance too, can’t deal with women.

Nikki Haley got herself, to the convention, invited. Nikki Haley would have made a lot of fucking sense, politically. Her selection would have been, most surprising. Alas, I can’t deal with women. JD Vance is my guy. I can’t deal, with fucking women.

I can’t deal with women. Indeed, Nikki Haley would have made a lot of sense, politically. But I’m getting old. And slow. I can’t tell genuine reality from virtual reality. And I can’t tell drama from melodrama. Like George, I can’t tell a lie. I can’t deal, with women.

I don’t understand women. I can’t deal with them. But that’s understandable. They’re from Venus. I’m from Mars. JD Vance is my guy. He too, is from Mars. And Ohio. Nikki Haley would have made a lot of sense, politically, but JD Vance, I’m nominating.

JD Vance, I’m nominating. He will utterly repel, women. Men don’t understand women. But that’s understandable. Women are from Venus. Men are from Mars. JD Vance is my guy. He too is from Mars. And Ohio. It’s JD Vance, that unwisely, I’m nominating.

Unwisely perhaps, I’m nominating JD Vance to be my second fiddle. Politically, Nikki Haley would have made a lot more sense than Rubio, Burgum and Vance. But Nikki Haley hails from Venus. And India. She’s not white. I won’t be, Nikki, nominating.

What a busy news week! The Secret Service fucked up. They got me shot. I took a bullet, not in the rear, but through my ear. But Aileen came through for me, big time. She’s a loose cannon. She’s got what it takes to be a Justice. A Cannon, I’ll be nominating.

THE FIST-BUMP PHOTO

Waiting in the wings is Kamala even as, digging in, is Joe. I’ve been lying, insofar as possible, low. But how low can I go? Joe and his merry band of Democrats remain the only one that can fix this thing.Thomas Crooks, allegedly, is the name of the assassin.

The FBI has identified Thomas Matthew Crooks, 20, of Bethel Park, Pennsylvania, as the subject involved in the assassination attempt of former President Donald Trump on July 13, in Butler, Pennsylvania. This remains an active and ongoing investigation.

This remains an active crime scene. And an ongoing investigation. The Secret Service quickly responded. Former President Trump is safe. One spectator was killed and two spectators were critically injured. The criminal investigation, is ongoing.

Art imitates life. And life, Art. Elon tweeted, “I fully endorse President Trump and hope for his rapid recovery. Elon says that the “last time America had a candidate this tough was when Theodore Roosevelt was living.” Teddy was a bad ass, I’m recalling.

Musk also posted a widely shared photo of me (the former president) being escorted off stage after gunshots rang out from the crowd. The image shows me with blood on my face whilst holding my fist in the air. See the American flag, proudly waving.

“Thank you to everyone for your thoughts and prayers yesterday. It was God alone who prevented the unthinkable from happening.” And as you know, I alone can do this. Only I know what’s happening. Only God and I, know, what’s happening.

Art imitates life. And life, Art. Life, imitates art. The last time America had a candidate this tough, in Elon’s opinion was was when Theodore ‘Teddy’ Roosevelt was living. But note that Elon refers to me as the president. Elon’s grip on reality, appears, slipping.

Elon refers to me as the president. Elon Musk’s grip on reality — appears to be, slipping. Art imitates life. And life, Art. Life, imitates art. The last time America had a candidate this tough, in Elon’s opinion was when Theodore ‘Teddy’ Roosevelt was living.

Teddy took it in the chest. I took it, not in the rear, but in the ear. Granted, tougher than me, was Teddy. But still, I’m pretty damn tough. Joe called me to express his condolences. He says he’s really sorry that I got shot. But his apologies strike me as unconvincing.

Joe says he’s really very sorry that I got shot. But his apology, albeit sincere, I might cynically characterize as unconvincing.
Cynically characterizing Joe’s apologies as unconvincing might be how to, most effectively, make Joe’s apologies, effectively, unconvincing.

I can’t risk losing to an opponent as weak as this aged, ancient president. And I can’t risk losing him as an opponent. Taunting him further may only end up breaking him. I can’t afford having the Dems replace him. Taunting him further may end up, Joe, breaking.

My cultists absolutely love it. They just love it when Joe Biden, I’m taunting. To a handicapped round of golf and to another debate, I have challenged him. But I can’t risk losing him as an opponent. I can’t risk, as an opponent, our Sleepy Joe Biden, losing.

I’m no loser. I’ve never lost, at anything. You can ask anyone. And so, I can’t risk losing. Amongst all the Democrats Sleepy Joe is the most vulnerable. Accordingly, I can’t risk losing Joe, as my opponent in November. I’m considering, moderating, my taunting.

I can’t risk losing. And so, secretly, I’m hoping Joe doesn’t fall on his face again. I’m hoping Joe holds his own at his Thursday NATO press conference and his Monday, Lester Holt, interview. I can’t risk losing Joe. I can’t afford having the Dems replace him.

That could still happen. Witness last night’s NATO press conference. For the most part, Joe held his own. He showed off his foreign policy chops. But he confused Zelensky with Putin; and Kamala with me. I am deathly afraid that the Dems replace him.

Joe Biden, impressively held his own. He showed off, considerable, foreign policy chops. But he confused Volodymyr Zelenskyy with Vladimir Putin; and Kamala Harris with me. I am deathly afraid that the Democrats, to defeat me, will replace Joe Biden.

Confusing Volodymyr with Vladimir; and Kamala with me; Joe’s gaffes, make me laugh. Laughable is become, Joe Biden. And so we Republicans laugh heartily, even as Joe’s Dems — cry. As Americans, we are divided. But Hakeem Jeffries has Joe Biden, reconsidering.

Hakeem Jeffries has Joe Biden, reconsidering. Joe’s been lauding his handling of foreign policy and national security issues. And his most recent pair of gaffes and his recent episodes of confusion, Joe Biden has been — conveniently, minimizing.

Joe Biden’s confusing of Volodymyr Zelenskyy with Vladimir Putin; and Joe’s confusing of Kamala Harris with me; Joe’s most recent pair of gaffes and his episodes of confusion; they’re distorting Joe Biden’s record of accomplishment whilst presiding.

Meanwhile back in Israel, in an airstrike on Saturday, the Israeli Defense Forces targeted Hamas military commander Mohammed Deif,a key planner of Hamas’ Oct. 7 attack. Whether the strike killed Deif the Israeli military is still assessing.

BETTER JOE THAN KAMALA

Better Joe Biden than Kamala Harris. And better Joe than Gavin, Gretchen or even Hillary. Any run-of-the mill Democrat can defeat me. I’m way, too, self-defeating. Witness Project 2025. It’s the Republican Party’s platform, that lately, I’ve been denying.

The 922-page plan outlines a dramatic expansion of presidential power; it’s a plan to fire as many as 50,000 workers; and to replace them with loyalists. Project 2025; like me, distinctly authoritarian, like me also, it’s absolutely, bamboozling.

The plots are converging. Witness Gaza. Witness Project 2025. Witness a stumbling Joe Biden. Waiting in the wings is Kamala. And waiting in the wings is an asteroid. And waiting in the wings also, are aliens. The plots are converging. There’s a lot, happening.

The truth is that unfortunately, both of us are extraordinarily unfit. Uniquely unfit, are we both. Joe, by age has become impaired. Age though, improves me. Amongst other things, it’s my character that distinguishes me. I am far more unfit than Joe Biden.

Joe, by his age has become, somewhat impaired. My age though, has improved me. Amongst sundry other things, it’s my lack of character that distinguishes me. I am far more unfit than Joe Biden. Thank God, I am more unfit than Sleepy Joe Biden.

By the grace of God, I am more unfit than even Sleepy Joe Biden. His unfitness, after all, is a product of normal aging; or dementia, or a stroke. Mine is pathological; and criminal. My unfitness is unprecedented. My unfitness, America, is transforming.

Everything’s predetermined. That’s why, on the road to Urantia, America, I’m transforming. On the road to Urantia, Russia and China, I’m transforming. Transformed too shall be Iran and Israel, I’ll transform all of Urantia. But America first, I’m transforming.

America, I’m transforming. On the road to Urantia, Russia and China, I’m transforming. Iran and Israel, as well, I’ll transform. But America first, I’m transforming. Given my druthers, better than Kamala, Gavin, Gretchen and even Hillary would be Joe Biden.

Given my druthers, I’d rather be running against Sleepy Joe Biden. He gives me the best chance of winning; of avoiding
prosecution. Joe gives me the best chance of winning.
Accordingly, to a round of golf and another debate, Joe, I am challenging.

At my campaign rally last night, just down the street from my house, I challenged Joe Biden to a round of golf and another debate. Joe Biden, to his face, I am challenging. Cautiously, I’m taunting Joe. Joe, as a weak opponent, I can’t afford to be losing.

Recall that everything is connected and (for the most part), predetermined. Hopes for a ceasefire in Gaza have risen. Hamas has given its initial approval of a new US-backed proposal for a phased deal. And Bibi’s war — and peace, is ending.

Better you Joe than Kamala Harris. And better you than Gavin Newsom. At this point, come November, almost any Democrat is a better bet against me than than Sleepy Joe. Almost any Democrat, at this point, would fare better than me, I’m thinking.

Better you Joe, than Kamala. And better you Joe than Gavin, Gretchen or Hillary. Because I’m self-defeating, almost any Democrat can defeat me. Youth and vitality, not so unexpectedly, have become issues. I may yet lose, Joe Biden, notwithstanding.

Youth and vitality has become an issue. Any Democrat may fare better against me than Sleepy Joe Biden. They’re nearly all younger than Joe. And they’re nearly all, more mobile. Joe Biden’s a stiff! Joe Biden’s a dead man, in the White House, walking.

Any Democrat may fare better against me than Sleepy Joe. There’s a dead man in the White House, walking. It’ll be good; running against a stiff! The Dems are nearly all younger than Joe. And the Dems are nearly all more mobile, my athleticism, notwithstanding.

I’d be running against a stiff. There’s a dead man in the White House, walking. The Dems are younger. The Dems are more mobile. I need the weakest Democrat possible. It’s because almost any DemocratS can defeat me; it’s because I’m so self-defeating.

I need the weakest Democrat, possible. That’s because almost any Democrat can defeat me. It’s because I’m self-defeating. But I’m auto didactic. I’ve taught myself to be my own Rat Cohn. I’m cool. How to be my very own fucking asshole, I’m learning.

In the span of a week, Joe’s become the weakest Democrat, possible. His weak debate last week is sparking debate. And just today; another gaffe. Joe’s penchant for misspeaking, rivals my own. And so I find myself worrying about the Dems, Joe, replacing.

Joe’s penchant for misspeaking, rivals my own. And so I’ve found myself worrying about the Democrats, Sleepy Joe Biden, replacing. If the Democrats replace Joe with Kamala, the Democrats just might snatch victory, from the jaws of defeat, I’m fearing.

If the Democrats manage to replace Joe with Kamala, the Democrats just might snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. That’s what now, I’m fearing most. I can’t afford to lose Joe as my opponent. Joe’s the only Democrat I have a chance of beating.

Youth and vitality, not so surprisingly, has become, an issue. I may yet lose, Joe Biden, notwithstanding. Better you Joe than Kamala. And better you Joe than Gavin, Gretchen or Hillary. Almost any Democrat can defeat me. Thankfully, I’m self-defeating.

Back and forth between the continents, Joe got jet-lagged. And Joe got a cold. And I’m told that Vladimir Putin may have had Joe zapped with one of those Havana Syndrome, ray guns. Invaluable to me (Agent 4547) has been President Vladimir Putin.

Rest up. Get better, Joe. Seriously. More than ever, I want you (certainly not Kamala), facing me, come November, I aim to test the limits of our newly minted, immunities. Theaters of war and theaters of the absurd, abound. And business is booming.

“What in the hell just happened?” Was it Havana Syndrome? Or was it a transient ischemic attack? A transient ischemic attack may well be, of a larger stroke, a warning. Only debatably debating seemed Joe on Thursday evening. Now, everyone’s freaking.

Seriously; was it Havana Syndrome? No one knows. As the author of this though, actually, I know: A transient ischemic attack may well be, of a larger stroke, a warning. Now, everyone’s freaking. Internationally, even now, the nations are freaking.

Internationally, nations are freaking. Freaking out, are the nations. But they ain’t seen nothing yet. No asteroid has yet, Earth, stricken. And no aliens are yet, in contact. Taipei City is still in Taiwan. And China hasn’t even begun, their Silk Roads, invading.

Nobody’s seen nothing yet. No alien is yet in contact. And no asteroid, has Earth, yet stricken. Taipei City is still in Taiwan. China has not even begun yet, their New Silk Road, invading. And America’s Supreme Court, Justice Clarence Thomas is ruling.

Clarence Thomas. And Samuel Alito. These aging Justices, America‘s Supreme Court, have taken over. We’ve got God. And we’ve got hubris. And we’ve got a corrupt Supreme Court, misguiding us. An un-American Supreme Court, America, is corrupting.

It’s a perfect storm, possibly, that’s a-brewing. But nobody’s seen nothing yet. Nobody’s seen no asteroid. Nobody’s seen no aliens. Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen. And nobody sees troubles down the road a-coming. But in between the lines, I’m reading.

Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen. And while everybody sees troubles down the road a-coming, nobody sees them quite like me. History, between these lines, I’m making. History, between these lines, yer reading. Predetermined is history, I’m surmising.

Predetermined is history, I’m surmising. The proof is in the pudding. There’s God. And Earth. And Urantia. Nobody’s seen nothing yet. There’s troubles a-coming. And an asteroid. And aliens. Predetermined is history. And the proof is in the pudding.

There’s trouble a-coming. Coming, is an asteroid. And aliens. Predetermined is history. The proof is in the pudding. The proof is in what happens. But being metaphysical and not merely physical, non-quantifiable are, the proofs, of the pudding.

JOE’S DEBATABLE

Joe and me ought submit to drug and psychological testing. To test for psychoses. And performance-enhancing drugs; to test for any evidence of alcoholic beverage, imbibing. To test my adderol and alcohol dosing. And any likely, ongoing, over-dosing.

All voters too ought submit to drug and psychological testing. To test for performance-enhancing drugs; and psychoses. To test for any evidence of alcoholic-beverage-imbibing. To test my adderol and alcohol dosing. And likely, ongoing, over-dosing.

Required ought be, before any future presidential debates, standard drug and psychological testing. To test for psychoses. And performance-enhancing drugs. To test for alcoholic beverages. To test my adderol dosing. And any ongoing, over-dosing.

Arthur’s dying. Arthur’s cognitive abilities are declining. His oxygenation levels are falling. And he’s developed, pruney fingers. There’s little doubt about it. Joe Biden’s best debating days are behind him. Arthur’s too. Arthur though, is literally, dying.

Joe Biden’s best days are behind him. Arthur’s too. In a political sense, Joe died last night. Arthur too. Along with millions of others. Others, are celebrating his passing. Millions of others are celebrating. Many millions, Joe’s performance, are celebrating.

Especially overseas, Biden’s performance, many millions are celebrating. Especially overseas, Joe’s debating performance has hundreds of millions of Americans and foreign nationals, celebrating. Thank God, there’s no drug and psychological, testing.

Thank God! Except for Olympic and professional athletes, on Earth, there’s no drug and psychological testing, on Earth, conducted. Effectively, there’s no drug and psychological testing, on Earth, conducted. Just as my malignant narcissism, is flaring.

Alas. There’s no effective drug and psychological testing on Earth. And I should know. We’ve got God. And I’ve got hubris. And 110 new languages, to a burgeoning repertoire, Google Translate, is adding. More and more the Earthlings, are communicating.

Alas. And I should know. We’ve got God. And I’ve got hubris. And 110 new languages, to a burgeoning repertoire, Google Translate, is adding. More and more the Earthlings, are more effectively, communicating. More and more the Earthlings, are communicating.

Thank God! There’s no effective drug and psychological testing on Earth. And I should know. We’ve got God. And I’ve got hubris. And 110 new languages, to a burgeoning repertoire, Google Translate, is adding. More and more the Earthlings, are communicating.

H.G. Wells begins The Time Machine writing, “Scientific people know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of Space?” Why not, indeed? Witness Arthur’s, time-traveling.

With pruney fingertips, limp lungs and a weak and over-sized heart, Arthur’s a fucking Lomess. Stents and inhalers; and teams of doctors, have kept him farting. ‘Twas surprising pruney fingertips that alerted him — his days of wine and roses, were ending.

Our days of wine and roses; eventually, they all come to an end. A new and improved Arthur is not in the works. Anything new and improved is not in the stars. It’s not in the cards. Nor in animal entrails. But new and improved is his new way of communicating.

New and improved though is Art’s new way of communicating. X-based, it’s algorithmic. It brings to bear, the metaphysical. And the physical. New and improved is Art’s new way of communicating. Problematic, accordingly, is the author’s, dying.

Dramatically improved is Arthur’s new way of communicating. It’s an innovative, new way to write; to opine and to share, yer opinions. Sharing opinions is easy, whilst one’s alive. Accordingly, problematic is likely to be, the author, Arthur’s dying.

Bringing to bear the metaphysical and the physical, Elon’s algorithmically based social media platform is the perfect forum for bringing humanity together. Alas, Arthur must die. Alas, an asteroid must strike the Earth. Alas, cometh also, the aliens.

Alas, to satisfy the prophesies and to prove once and for all that everything’s predetermined, Arthur must die. Alas, an asteroid as well must strike the Earth. Alas, cometh also, the aliens. Arthur’s days of wine and roses, as predetermined, are ending.

Arthur’s dying. But a new and improved Arthur is not in the works. Anything new and improved is not in the stars. And it’s not in the cards. Nor in any entrails. That’s not to say it’s not happening. New and improved is my brand new way of communicating.

No one is rendered powerless. On the contrary, empowered is everyone. Witness what happens when children teach their elders. Those not in Gaza, Haiti and Taiwan aren’t necessarily estranged from their counterparts in Gaza, Haiti and kn Taiwan.

Those not in Gaza, nor Haiti, nor Taiwan aren’t in Gaza and in Haiti and in Taiwan, necessarily, powerless. Witness what happens when children teach their elders how to go viral. Witness what happens when children teach elders, invaluable things.

Witness what happens when children teach their elders how to go viral. Witness what happens when children teach their elders, invaluable things. Those not in Gaza, nor Haiti, nor Taiwan aren’t, in Gaza, Haiti and Taiwan, power, necessarily, wanting.

Those not in Gaza, nor Haiti, nor Taiwan aren’t, in Gaza, Haiti and Taiwan, power, necessarily, wanting; not if there’s an internet connection. Witness what happens when the children teach their elders, invaluable, things. This is, I believe, what’s happening.

AN ALTOGETHER NEW WAY OF COMMUNICATING

I’m not in Gaza. Nor in Haiti. Nor, in Taiwan. Taiwan is Chinese. So say the Chinese. Not so, say the Taiwanese. There’s a theater of war in Iran. And in Israel. Arthur turned 70 at the shore on Sunday. And Arthur celebrated there, his coming and going.

Arthur celebrated his 70TH birthday at the shore on Sunday. ‘Twas a non-alcoholic, sedate affair; bittersweet. Against all the odds, he’d made it to 70. Complicating things is blood in his sputum. The passing of Arthur; it is surreally, complicating things.

Time itself might not be a fundamental aspect of our universe but rather an illusion created by quantum entanglement. Take it from me. Quantum entanglement occurs when particles become entangled and effect one another — distance — notwithstanding.

The perception of time arises from the entangling of objects; and an unknown reference clock. Without this entanglement, the universe would appear static and unchanging to an external observer. Time, I’m very much afraid, is just an illusion.

Time is an illusion. There’s nothing to be afraid of. On the other hand, I’m where I am; not, elsewhere. I’m not in Gaza. I’m not in Haiti. And I’m not in Taiwan. Taiwan is Chinese says China. ‘Tis but a matter of time. There’s nothing to be afraid of, China’s, reassuring.

Taiwan is Chinese. ‘Tis but a matter of time. There’s nothing to be afraid of China says, reassuringly, to Taiwan. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Taiwan. On the other hand, I’m where I am; not elsewhere. I’m not in Gaza, nor in Haiti, nor in Taiwan, living.

Those not in Gaza, nor Haiti, nor Taiwan aren’t in Gaza and in Haiti and in Taiwan, necessarily, powerless. Witness what happens when children teach their elders how to go viral. Witness what happens when children teach elders, invaluable things.

Witness what happens when children teach their elders. That we can’t trust the nations. That we can’t trust corporations. That we can’t trust, some, on the Supreme Court. Tortured logic has made of artificial entities, juggernauts, when time for voting.

Israel says it’s close to achieving its goals in Rafah. Rafah; it’s Hamas’ final stronghold. This raises the possibility that months of major military operations might soon give way to a new and improved conflict. But methinks that’s very likely, not happening.

Methinks anything new and improved, on Earth, is not in the works. On Earth, anything new and improved is not in the stars. And it’s not in the cards. Nor any entrails. That’s not to say, however, that it’s not happening. Witness — what’s happening.

Anything new and improved, is not in the works. On Earth, anything new and improved is not in the stars. And it’s not in the cards. Nor in any entrails. That’s not to say, however, that it’s not happening. New and improved is my new way of communicating.

‘TIS JUNE 14TH

I’ll be 78 today . Ironically, my birthday, every year, falls on Flag Day. June 14 is observed as Flag Day every year. And as everyone knows I like to ham it up, most days. Accordingly, flags, on Flag Day, I often like to be seen, unabashedly, hugging.

Because I’m a builder, I have built upon the discoveries of others. I’ve written that way, an epic poem. An algorithm, I have written. An algorithm, in a story. And because we all share in a common story, on Elon’s X, a super-algorithm, I am building.

An algorithm I have written. An algorithm, embedded in a story. And because we all share in our common story, atop Elon Musk’s X, the infrastructure of a super-duper algorithm, I am constructing. A world-saving, super-algorithm, I am building.

Is everything predetermined? Orwell’s predictions are coming true. Is it just coincidental that a piece of political fiction intended to warn against a dystopian future is becoming reality? Orwell’s predictions are prescient. It’s fiction, become nonfiction.

We Homo sapiens oft refuse to believe what we see. That notwithstanding, everyone knows that seeing is believing. Seeing is believing. Everyone knows that. Still, no one knows that Vlad and his boys (Xi, Kim, Mo and me), are the Earth, ruling.

Orwell’s predictions were prescient. They’re fiction, become nonfiction. Likewise MORONS AND ALIENS, like 1984, is fiction, and nonfiction. But the protagonist in 1984 is fictional. In contrast, in MORONS AND ALIENS, the antihero protagonist, is living.

In George Orwell’s 1984, protagonist Winston Smithis often described as a tragic hero. Never let that be said of Donald John Trump. I’m more of a classic, antihero; heavily flawed. Witness my 34 felony convictions. I’m a crime wave, in the making.

For more baloney, just click on the Fox or the Truth Social link. Or get woke. Visit chachomanopapa.com. Get on board with the real thing. I’ve made a great discovery. Building upon the discoveries of others, an epic poem; an algorithm, I have written.

As predetermined, in fits and starts, we evolve. And devolve. In fits and starts we devolve. And evolve. Winston Smith is one thing. Donald Trump is another. To prescience, aspires MORONS AND ALIENS. Akin to 1984 aspires to be, MORONS AND ALIENS.

To prescience aspires MORONS AND ALIENS. Winston was one thing. But Donald John Trump is another. Winston remains fictional. But, to the extent that an illusion may be real, the Donald is real. Prescience, like everything else, may be an illusion.

Like everything else, prescience, may be an illusion. But it doesn’t matter. We can’t tell the difference. We can’t tell the difference between them. What may very well matter though may be my discovery of an entirely brand new way of communicating.

We can’t tell the difference. We can’t tell the difference between what’s reality and what’s an illusion. What may very well matter though may be my discovery of an entirely brand new way of communicating. In the end it will all depend on our children.

A NEW WAY OF COMMUNICATING

I’ve made some great discoveries. In my imagination, I’ve found them. Witness MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s fiction. And nonfiction. But yer story can be one or the other. I believe that I’ve discovered, an altogether brand new way, of communicating.

Intended as both fiction and nonfiction, MORONS AND ALIENS mirrors the illusions we weather on a daily basis; every minute of every day. Death may be an illusion; but it’s an illusion hapless humans find so well done, we are rendered, unquestioning.

Death may be an illusion; but it’s an illusion we hapless humans find so well done, we are rendered, unquestioning. Intended as both fiction and nonfiction, MORONS AND ALIENS mirrors illusions we weather on a daily basis, in our daily, imaginations.

We seem living in a Matrix-like simulation. That would explain a lot. That would explain the irony. And human hubris. A sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything. That explains hubris. And irony. A Matrix, explains everything.

A matrix-like simulation. That explains a lot. That explains the ironies. And human hubris. A sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything. That would explain human hubris. And the ironies. A Matrix, would explain everything.

The coexistence of metaphysical things with physical things; and interactions between them. It’s tangible stuff mixed with intangible, imperceptible, stuff. Things like thoughts. And God’s love. It’s the coexistence of metaphysical things with physical things.

This is what’s happening. It’s the coexistence and the interaction between metaphysical things with physical things that makes for a cosmos that’s alive. And evolving. ‘Tis only natural that predetermined has been, what’s already happened.

In my interview yesterday on Fox News’ “Fox & Friends, I spoke frankly about Melania; and my tribulations. And my never ending trials. For more context, just click on the FOX link. For more baloney, just click on the link. Or get woke. Get the real thing.

MORONS AND ALIENS mirrors the illusions we sheepmen weather daily. Death may be an illusion but it’s an illusion we humans find so well done that we are rendered — speechless. We sheep-like men are destined to be, into sheepmen, further evolving.

Witness what’s happening. And what’s not. On Earth the tribes have evolved into nations. And the nations likewise evolve; and devolve. Evolving are the nations; even as they, concurrently, devolve. On Earth there’s lots of things, simultaneously, happening.

I’ve made some great discoveries. In my imagination, I’ve discovered them. These revelations; these epiphanies, I weave into my story. And I’ve found that as I write my story, I am as well able, to read between its lines. In between the lines, I’m reading.

In between my lines, I’m reading. On Earth the tribes have evolved into nations. And the nations likewise evolve and devolve. Evolving are the nations; even as they devolve. Constant, is change. Progress, in the normal, is intermittently, halting.

Revelations and epiphanies, I have had. And I have learned that everything that happens was, once upon a time, predetermined. Devolving and evolving are the nations. Devolving and evolving are the nations. Accordingly, I am writing.

On Fox & Friends, I’ve spoken frankly about Melania; and my tribulations. And my never ending trials. For more context, click on the FOX link. For more baloney, just click on the link. Or get woke. Visit chachomanopapa.com. Get on board with the real thing.

I’VE MADE A GREAT DISCOVERY

I’ve made a great discovery. In my imagination, I’ve found it. ‘Tis fiction. ‘Tis, nonfiction. ‘Tis, thanks to Murasaki Shikibu and Virginia Woolf, an innovative style of writing. ‘Tis not just for traditional novels. In verse, I’m writing. ‘Tis an algorithm, I’m authoring.

The distinction between past, present and future is but an illusion. Death is just an illusion. Life itself — is also — just an illusion. Albert Einstein, once upon a time, opened my eyes. Now my mind’s eye sees that — both life and death — are but illusions.

This greatest story ne’er ere told. It’s a story that The Watcher and Arthur and me, are writing. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, three distinct entities, are authoring, just as surely as Russia, China and Iran against America are plotting.

Russia, China and Iran. And Hamas. And Hezbollah. And in Africa, Boko Haram. The battle lines are forming. Mexico votes on Sunday. America votes, in November. And America and the state of New York are trying me. Witness the jury, solemnly, deliberating.

Deliberating is the jury. Overwhelming is the evidence. And underwhelming is my defense. Still, if the jury doesn’t convict on Thursday, it might hang, by Friday. If the jury convicts me tomorrow, it won’t be on Friday, the presumptive nominee, hanging.

Judge Merchan has set sentencing for July 11 — just four days before the start of the Republican National Convention. Trump faces a maximum sentence of four years in prison. As a first-time, white-collar offender though, I could receive, instead, probation.

Tongue firmly planted in my cheek, I’m gonna lay myself down Just in case this is how I’m gonna go. Gotta a hot date ya know, with a black hole. An acquittal would have been fatal. I’ve been convicted on all counts. Amen. Let it be. Nonetheless, I’m still running.

Once upon a time, my dear Albert Einstein opened to Relativity, my eyes. The distinction between past, present and future thereafter, becoming, but an illusion. Accordingly, for president I’m still running. Witness, this algorithm, I’m psychographically authoring.

Implausibly; but only seemingly incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, three entities, are authoring. I was an apprentice once as president. I am honored to reprise that role again. Honored am I to sacrifice myself for the nation that, I’m so blithely, betraying.

Honored am I to fight for my country; to fight like hell for my country. Honored am I to fight to fight like hell for my country; at least, in spirit. I’ll be 78 in 13 days. On Flag Day. On the 14TH. June 14 is observed as Flag Day each year. Flags, I’m often seen hugging.

June 14 is observed as Flag Day each year because on June 14, 1777, the Second Continental Congress adopted the Stars and Stripes for the flag of the United States. I’m a big fan of the United States. But more loyal to Russia’s Vladimir Putin, I’ve been.

Honored am I to write: From: @realDonaldTrump To: @elonmusk. See my two state solution! And a one state solution! http://chachomanopapa.com, cc: @antonioguterres @POTUS @netanyahu @xijinping @KremlinRussia_E @KingSalman

See my two state solution. And my one state solution. And compare President Joe Biden’s, proposed, three-stage, peace plan. Joe’s proposed plan. Benjamin @netanyahu’s hand, Joe Biden, is forcing. And loyal to Russia’s Vladimir Putin, I have been.

Honored am I to fight for my country. Honored am I to fight to fight like hell for my country; at least, in spirit. I’ll be 78 on Flag Day. June 14 is observed as Flag Day each year. Flags, I’m often seen hugging. American flags; and Russian flags, I’m often seen hugging.

Death is just an illusion. Life itself, is just an illusion, as well. Albert Einstein, once upon a time, opened my eyes. The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. Death, like life itself, is just an illusion.

This is madness. What’s happening on Earth is utter madness. That may be what’s happening. Utter madness seems what’s really happening. Until one determines what’s actually happening. Implausibly; rationally — we’re just imagining, living.

Who’d a-thunk it? We’re just imagining we’re living. And nothing matters. And everything matters. We’re just imagining, we’re living. Similarly, those sharing with us these symbiotically mutual illusions, share with us, similar delusions. It’s — what’s happening.

Quanta and Fields, the second book of Sean Carroll’sThe Biggest Ideas in the Universe, is an adventure into the bare stuff of reality. Beyond Newton. Beyond Einstein. Learn there unimaginable truths about our universe. It’s — what’s happening.

The Biggest Ideas in the Universe; It’s a cosmic adventure. It’s the stuff of reality. It’s the real things; things like precious metals; and metaphysical things. Things, like thoughts. And God’s love. It’s the coexistence of metaphysical things — with physical things.

The coexistence of metaphysical things with physical things; and interactions between them. It’s tangible stuff mixed with intangible, imperceptible, stuff. Things like thoughts. And God’s love. It’s the coexistence of metaphysical things with physical things.

This is what’s happening. It’s the coexistence and the interaction between metaphysical things with physical things that makes for a cosmos that’s alive. And evolving. ‘Tis only natural that predetermined has been, what’s already happened.

Translation is now less problematic. Who’d a thunk it that such a landmark discovery would be found hiding in plain view? ‘Tis fiction. ‘Tis, nonfiction. ‘Tis, thanks to Murasaki Shikibu and Virginia Woolf, an innovative way to traditional novels, in verse, writing.

As earthshaking as the asteroid that’s scheduled to strike shall the Earth; as groundbreaking may be, my landmark discovery. Typically, novels are written in prose. That need not be. Optimistically, I’m hoping. And so psychographically, I’m writing.

I looked up ‘novel.’ ‘Tis defined as a fictitious prose narrative of considerable length with some degree of realism. Prose, and not, poetry; typically, novels are written in prose, and not, poetically. But that needn’t be, necessarily. That’s what I’m hoping.

In The Tale of Genji, the hero is raised as a commoner but it’s no secret that he’s the emperor’s kin. Beloved as Genji is for his looks, intellect and talents, he’s far from perfect. Unlike Genji tho, I’m a perfect superhero. More importantly, a hero, self-enabling.

Written by a noblewoman known only as Murasaki Shikibu, this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction predates the term‘novel’. Shikibu‘s The Tale of Genji; ‘tis most revealing.The work is poetic. It hath been for me, really surreally, seemingly, inspiring.

Murasaki Shikibu’s — The Tale of Genji; for multiple reasons, The Tale of Genji is most entertaining. More importantly, Shikibu’s 11th-century entertainment, mirrors our own. The Tale of Genji has been, as it turns out, most invaluably, revealing.

The Tale of Genji. It may be the world’s first novel, its first psychological novel and the first novel to be considered a classic, in the context of Japanese literature. The Tale of Genji; It hath been for me (an already accomplished author), awe-inspiring.

The Tale of Genji; unless ye are are among the few Japanese scholars knowledgeable enough to read it, too few shall know it, so intimately. Who’d a thunk this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction might be, to modern humans, so, invaluably, revealing.

The Tale of Genji has been inspiring. Shakespeare and The Tale of Genji; and MAGA and NOLA. I am the grift that keeps on giving. When once again president I’ll have my Supreme Court rule on MAGA. And NOLA, to the French I’ll be, the blacks there, selling.

When once again president I’ll have my Supreme Court rule repressively on MAGA. And have my Supreme Court rule conservatively, on all things, NOLA. NOLA, I’m not supporting.. To the music-loving French I’ll be — jazz — and the blacks, selling.

Can’t help but love New Orleans. The jazz. The beads. The cadence. The beat. There’s funky music. And verse. But there’s so much more to this psychographic writing than that. ‘Tis in its conflicts that The Tale of Genji, as a novel — itself — is identifying.

‘Tis conflict. ‘Tis conflict that identifies a novel as a novel. And there’s no want for the near constant conflict on Earth, herein. There’s lots of conflict on Earth. This is Agent 4547’s story. And I’m the gift, say the Democrats, that selflessly, ever keeps on, giving.

President Putin’s former Agent 4547. I am, who I am. The 45th president of the United States is who I am. To Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, I was once, beholden. To Vladimir, and to his cabal. But that was then and this is now. The climate’s changing.

The climate’s changed. Climatologically and geopolitically, climates, are changing. Like the imperfect Genji though, I am nonetheless, super-enabling. I’d say I’m perfect. Everyone’s got a right to their opinion. Everyone’s got a right — to be mistaken.

I know best. I know Occam’s Razor. And I know, The Watcher. Occam’s Razor calls for the simplest answer. And the simplest answer is that near everything that happens was previously, predetermined. Predetermined is everything that seems to be, happening.

And remember: Occam’s Razor calls for the simplest answer. Recall, also: Every 10TH planet in the Urantia Book cosmology is experimental. Witness Earth. Witness Urantia. If indeed they’re one and the same, you’ve gained an insight into what’s happening.

Earth; it’s the planet known as Urantia. They’re one and the same. The Watcher has confirmed it. Having learned this, I’ve gained an insight into what, on Earth, is happening. Earth is Urantia. They’re one and the same. Predetermined, is what’s happening.

Predetermined has been what’s happened; what’s happening; and what’s yet to happen. The Watcher has confirmed it. Predetermined has always been what’s previously happened; what’s currently happening; and what is yet, in the future, happening.

We seem living in a Matrix-like simulation. That would explain a lot. That would explain all the irony. I believe The Matrix is everything, everywhere. The Matrix is everything. A very sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything.

We seem living in a Matrix-like simulation. That would explain a lot. That would explain the irony. And human hubris. A sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything. That would explain human hubris. The Matrix — is everything.

A matrix-like simulation. That explains a lot. That explains the ironies. And human hubris. A sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything. That would explain human hubris. And the ironies. The Matrix, it seems, is everything.

Predetermined has been what’s previously happened; what’s currently happening; and what has not yet, in the future, happened. There’s a rhyme and a reason, to my seeming, madness. There’s a rhyme and a reason to this madness, I’m imagining.

Another Wednesday spent all by myself, masturbating. Joe Biden and I have agreed to debates in June and September. I turn 78 on June 14 while Biden turns 82 in November; after the election. A GPS ankle bracelet by then (fashionably), I’ll likely be wearing.

Abusively, I‘ve loved, all my women. Indeed I’ve got a fatal attraction for vivacious and well-endowed women, adept, at gold digging. And my political funeral, they’re digging. Nonetheless, some would say that my own political funeral, I’m digging.

My own political funeral I’m digging. Abusively, I‘ve loved my women. Indeed, I’ve been a sucker for well-endowed women, adept, at gold digging; women like Melania. Women like Melania; and Marla; and Ivanna. I’m a sucker for gold-digging women.

My own grave, I’m digging. Witness the very real possibility that I’ll be testifying in my own defense when my trial resumes next week. Devoted to my family, I’m attending Barron’s graduation today. Then, later I’ll be — funds for my lawyers and me — fundraising.

My own grave, I’m digging. Witness the very real possibility that I’ll be testifying in my own defense when my trial resumes next week. Devoted to my family, I’m attending Barron’s graduation today. Then I’ll be, funds, for my lawyers and me, fundraising. I love — fundraising.

I’m attending Barron’s graduation today. Then I’ll be, funds, for my lawyers and me, fundraising. I love, fundraising. I’ll be testifying in my own defense when my trial resumes, on Monday. I’ll explain from the stand, everything. I’m good — at testifying.

I’m good at testifying. Unfailingly honest, I’m trustworthy. I’ll take the stand, I can explain everything. I may have inadvertently falsified all those records but there was no intent to interfere with any election. I just wanted to avoid, Melania, embarrassing.

Everyone knows I’m totally devoted to my family. Nonetheless, Melania was extremely jealous of me. In all honesty, I had just wanted to avoid, my beloved wife, Melania, embarrassing. Devoted to my family, I cannot tell a lie. In all honesty, I’m not lying.

Implausibly, but only seemingly incredibly, I’m lying at all times. Only sometimes, do I speak the truth. In hindsight, obfuscation, mostly, is what I do. Witness the “truths” I tell on my Truth Social. Witness my screeds (in all CAPS) to Sleepy Joe Biden.

There’s a very real possibility that I’ll be testifying in my own defense when my trial resumes, next week. My lawyers are advising against it; but what do they know? And Russia and China look on. It’s because of the great ratings that I’ll be testifying.

Remember: I know best. Accordingly, I’m going to testify. My lawyers are advising against it; but what in the fuck do they know? My testifying would be a ratings bonanza; my testimony would be bigger even, than the trial of OJ. Accordingly, I’m testifying.

MICHAEL COHEN

Meanwhile, back in New York City, I’m back on trial. Taking the stand today is Michael Cohen. The state’s star witness against me will be testifying against me, all day. All day today; and all day, tomorrow. The state’s star witness, for days, shall be testifying.

A day of direct and a day of cross. With any luck this matter might be in the hands of the jury soon enough. And a shudder shall run through me when the jury shuffles back into the courtroom. A day of direct and a day of cross examination, I’m enduring.

With any luck this matter might be in the hands of the jury by Thursday. In Gaza, the IDF is mowing down; men, women and children. And in New York the prosecutors are mowing down my defenses. The plot lines of this tragi-comic story are converging.

An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Climate change aside, there’s a climax a-coming. The plot lines of this tragi-comic story are converging. Witness Russia, China, Israel and America. Geopolitically, this is blowing up. And an asteroid is approaching.

These plot lines are converging. Witness Russia, China, Israel and America. Geopolitically, this is blowing up. Gaza’s exploding . An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Geopolitically, this is blowing up. And Hamas has Israel, discombobulating.

Hamas and Israel have Hamas and Israel — discombobulating. The plot lines are converging. Witness Taiwan. And Russia, China, Israel and America. Witness too, Sudan. And Haiti. An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Geopolitically, this is exploding.

Geopolitically, this is exploding. Alarmingly, these plot lines are converging. Hamas and Israel have Hamas and Israel coming apart at the seams — discombobulating. A Godspeeding asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by, the Earthlings, observing.

Aliens. Stand by. ‘Tis not the appointed time. ‘Tis not time yet for that intervention that may, or may not, allow for mankind’s further evolution. We Earthlings, the aliens, for the moment are only observing. We Earthlings — in the meantime, are devolving.

We Earthlings, the aliens, for the moment, are only observing. We Earthlings — in the meantime, are devolving. Aliens. Stand by. ‘Tis not the appointed time. ‘Tis not time yet for that intervention that may, or may not, allow for mankind’s further evolution.

‘Tis not the appointed time. ‘Tis not time yet for that intervention that may, or may not, allow for mankind’s further evolution. Telepathically, the aliens have communicated with me. The aliens, telepathy, have been teaching me, I’m imagining.

Telepathy, I’m learning. The aliens are learning me. ‘Tis time. The aliens, telepathy, have been teaching me. I’m imagining that’s why some say I’m surreally, just imagining all this. A timely intervention may yet allow for mankind’s further evolution.

Occam’s Razor suggests that a sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything. A computer program, with a set of rules and algorithms. That way The Creator can just set it — and forget it. That may be, what’s happening.

Occam’s Razor, across the ages, remains convincing. And compelling. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that best explains. Fortunately or unfortunately, even the simplest explanations get complicated. Witness these Earthlings and the aliens herein.

Witness what’s happening. I’m on trial. Rafah‘s being evacuated. An asteroid’s approaching. And the aliens are standing by. Who’d a thunk that I’d turn out to be Russia’s 45-47? And who’d a thunk that Stormy would turn out to be, so convincing?

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s fiction; and nonfiction. Witness, its trio of authors; The Watcher; Arthur; and me. Witness events, in real-time, woven into my story. Witness a mass grave in Gaza. Witness my stream of consciousness, Virginia Woolf, mimicking.

The Matrix is everywhere. The Matrix is everything. Matrix Theory is the idea that the world is like a computer program, with a set of rules and algorithms that determine how things work. The Matrix is everything, everywhere. The Matrix is everything.

We seem living in a Matrix-like simulation. That would explain a lot. That would explain all the irony. I believe The Matrix is everything, everywhere. The Matrix is everything. A sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything.

Occam’s Razor suggests that a sophisticated program sounds like the simplest explanation for everything. A computer program, with a set of rules and algorithms. That way The Creator can just set it — and forget it. That may be, what’s happening.

Imagine The Creator‘s computer program. A set of rules and algorithms. That way The Creator can just set it — and forget it. That may be, what’s happening. That’s the simplest explanation; that’s the most plausible explanation, I’m imagining.

An attack on the Kerch Strait Bridge could happen before President Putin’s Victory Day on May 9. Considering the love of the Ukrainian authorities for symbolism, a Ukrainian attack on the Crimean Kerch Strait Bridge, under the circumstances, I’m awaiting.

On or before May 9. An attack on the Kerch Strait Bridge could happen before President Putin’s Victory Day Parade on May 9. Considering the Ukrainian love for symbolism, an attack on the Crimean Kerch Strait Bridge, under the circumstances, I’m expecting.

An attack on the Crimean Kerch Strait Bridge, under the circumstances, would be unsurprising. It may happen today. Or not. It’s got Putin, tossing and turning. Unlike me, he’s not on trial. Nonetheless like me, in his bed, Putin’s tossing and turning.

Witness what’s happening. I’m on trial. Bibi has ordered the evacuation. An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Who’d a thunk that I’d turn out to be Russia’s Putin’s Double Agent 45-47? Who’d a thunk that Earth, the meek would be inheriting?

An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Climate change aside, there’s a climax a-coming. The plot lines of this tragi-comic story are converging. Witness Russia, China, Israel and America. Geopolitically, this is blowing up. And an asteroid is approaching.

WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

Putin’s Agent 45-47, once upon a time, was the president. And for president, once again, I am running. Thanks to my Supreme Court and my cult of personality, for president, again I am running. Implausibly, I’m Russia’s; and Vladimir Putin’s — Agent 45-47.

Dinosaurs become diamonds — and black gold. How’s that for implausibility? How’s that for irony? How ironic is it that I should be that one favored individual that seemingly magically, always seems to win? I am him. Implausibly. Incredibly. I’m not lying.

Incredibly, I’m not lying. Witness the synchronicities. Witness what’s happening. I’m on trial. Bibi has ordered the evacuation of Rafah. An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Who’d a thunk it? I’m Russia’s — and Vladimir Putin’s — crack Agent 45-47.

Meanwhile in Gaza, more than 34,600 have been killed; 29, in the past 24 hours. More than 77,000 have been wounded. To avoid being killed, Rafah’s residents flee. An evacuation has been ordered. Flee! Or be killed. In Rafah, it’s the conventional thinking.

Hopes of a ceasefire in Gaza arose again today as Hamas publicly announced they’d agreed to a proposal not actually, under consideration. Some broke out in song, celebrating the announcement. Hopes of a ceasefire in Gaza though — may be fleeting.

The hang up: the permanence of any ceasefire. Israel wants to reserve the right to take military action against the remnants of Hamas. Less than permanent ought be any ceasefire. Despite mounting ceasefire pressure, Israeli airstrikes on Rafah, are beginning.

Israel reserves the right to take further military action against whatever is left of Hamas’ four brigades after this initial round of fighting. Israeli airstrikes on Rafah have begun. The IDF, Hamas, means to destroy. Likewise Hamas, the IDF is intent on destroying.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, some twenty or so years ago, I greeted Stephanie (some call her Stormy) in my silk (or satin) pajamas. We wined. And we dined. And I told her that she reminded me of my daughter. And my daughter, as everybody knows, is stunning.

Some twenty or so years ago, in Lake Tahoe, I greeted Stephanie in either my silk or satin pajamas. I don’t recall which. Then we wined and we dined. And I confided in her that she reminded me of Ivanka. And I dared to dream of a spanking.

Stephanie Clifford. She owes me money from when I sued her ass for the frivolous lawsuit she’d filed against me. Talk about litigious! She’s a gold digger. And this is a vendetta. All born of a date, gone wrong. A bitter woman is Stephanie Clifford, I’m assuming.

A gold digger is Stephanie Clifford. She’s less than honest. She owes me money. This obsession that Stephanie has with me is become a vendetta. All born of a date, gone wrong. A bitter woman is Stephanie Clifford. She’s mistaken about me, I’m assuming.

Stormy told the court that she initially did not want to have dinner with me but her publicist encouraged her, saying “‘What could possibly — go wrong?'” The line drew laughs from spectators in the courtroom. I was not amused; I wasn’t laughing.

Witness the synchronicities. Witness what’s happening. I’m on trial. Bibi has ordered the evacuation of Rafah. An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Who’d a thunk it? Who’d a thunk that I’d turn out to be Russia’s Putin’s Double Agent — 45-47?

Bibi has ordered the evacuation of Rafah. An asteroid approaches. And aliens stand by. Who’d a thunk it? Who’d a thunk that I’d turn out to be Russia’s Putin’s Double Agent — 45-47? Witness the synchronicities. I’m on trial. Witness, what’s happening.

TWIN CLASHES

Hopes of a ceasefire in Gaza rose on Saturday as a Hamas delegation arrived in Cairo to talk. To halt fighting for 40 days; To exchange hostages for Palestinian prisoners, Israel — and Hamas. Out of fighters but not out of words, is Hamas, running.

Hopes of a ceasefire in Gaza rose on Saturday as a Hamas delegation arrived in Cairo to talk. To halt fighting for 40 days; To exchange hostages, for prisoners. To exchange Hamas’ hostages for Palestinian prisoners, the parties, are duly, negotiating.

Running out of fighters — but not out of words — is Hamas. Hamas isn’t done negotiating. It’s got words, in store. And it’s got fighters. What it lacks, is time. Hamas has run out of time. And no quarter from Benjamin Netanyahu shall be, Hamas, receiving.

The International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance’s (IHRA) definition of antisemitism: Stereotyping, dehumanizing or demonizing Jews based on their religion. Ironically, antisemitic are Arabs and Jews; two Semitic peoples, antisemitic, I’m rationalizing.

Ironically, antisemitic, are the Arabs and the Jews; they are two Semitic peoples, each antisemitic, relative to the other. So closely related are the the Arabs and the Jews to one another that the word ‘antisemitic’ itself, with Jews only, we are, associating.

As fate would have it, closely related are Arabs and Jews. The enmity between them is ancient; It remains to be seen if this Arab and Jew thing, one day, just blows over. I suspect not. Nonetheless, we can’t go on like this, just haphazardly, evolving.

Rafah. On the Egyptian border, it’s the only part of the Palestinian territory that has not faced ground fighting. Rafah. More than half of the population has sought shelter there. ‘With or without’ a hostage deal, Netanyahu vows, Rafah, overcoming.

The International Criminal Court is investigating Israel’s operations in Gaza and the occupied West Bank. The Court is considering the issuance of warrants for the arrest of Benjamin Netanyahu and other Israeli leaders. The ICC, Israel, is investigating.

Based in The Hague, Netherlands — since 2021, the ICC has been investigating possible war crimes by both Israeli forces and Palestinian militants. That investigation has been extended to the October 7 attacks and the war that between them, is raging.

That investigation has been extended to the October 7 attacks; and the war that between them, rages. The ICC’s considering the issuance of warrants for the arrest of Benjamin Netanyahu and other Israeli leaders. Warrants for their arrests may be pending.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, I’m still on trial. It’s not so bad. I yet get to enjoy my Wednesdays. And my weekends. Still — it’s not the same. Only rarely do I golf. Or campaign. I’ve lost weight. And I don’t sleep. Happy birthday Melania. Wednesdays — are for humping.

I’m still on trial; but it’s not bad. I’ve got Wednesdays. And weekends. Still. It’s not the same. Only rarely do I golf. Or campaign. I’m losing weight. I don’t sleep. Melania’s birthday was last week. And Wednesdays, once upon a time, were for humping.

An attack on the Kerch Strait Bridge could happen before President Putin’s inauguration on May 9. Considering the love of the Ukrainian authorities for symbolism, a Ukrainian attack on the Kerch Strait Bridge, under the circumstances, I’m awaiting.

A Ukrainian attack on the Kerch Strait Bridge on or before May 9, under the circumstances, I’m expecting. Putin’s nervousness is evident. Russia will launch a devastating attack if the Kerch Bridge is struck. Still Ukraine’s intentions, on Twitter (X), it’s signaling.

ON A RESPONSE — DELIVERING

Israel is threatening to move forward with an invasion of Rafah if Hamas rejects the latest Gaza proposal. A Hamas delegation will arrive in Cairo, today, Monday, to deliver a response. At stake are the lives of more thana million displaced Palestinians.

I am Vladimir Putin’s Agent 45-47. And I was, as ye know, once upon a time, the president. For that office, once again, I am running. Thanks to my Supreme Court and my cult of personality, for president, I’m running. Implausibly, I’m Agent 45-47.

I am Putin’s Agent 45-47. I was once the president. And for that office, again, I am running. Like Louie the 14TH, I may be, The State. Accordingly, for president, I’m running. Thanks to my Supreme Court and my cult of personality, for president, I’m running.

Like Louie the 14TH, I am The State. Methinks, that’s what I am. That’s why I’m on trial. Notwithstanding my presidential privileges and immunities, Joe Biden’s Deep State has me on trial. Joe Biden’s got me on my back foot. Whilst on trial, I’m campaigning.

The No. 1 film in the United States for the past few weeks has beenCivil War. It’s the story of a domestic conflict that breaks out in the contemporary United States. That’s not so far-fetched. But the war it depicts needn’t be so internecine, I’m imagining.

The Civil War. We’re still immersed in it. But the war Civil War depicts needn’t be so internecine. So this author, imagines. This author is me; I am Agent 45-47. The 45TH American president may well be the 47TH American president. So — I’m imagining.

The 45TH American president may well be the 47TH. So, implausibly, I’m imagining. Incredibly, I am the state. I am above the law; I’m not subject, to prosecution. Not all men are created equal. Accordingly over America, again, I’ll soon be presiding.

Israel is threatening to move forward with an invasion of Rafah if Hamas rejects the latest Gaza proposal. A Hamas delegation will arrive in Cairo, today, Monday, to deliver a response. At stake are the lives of more thana million displaced Palestinians.

Israel is threatening to move forward with an invasion of Rafah if Hamas rejects the latest Gaza proposal. A Hamas delegation will arrive in Cairo, today, Monday, to deliver, perhaps, a response. At stake, beyond the lives of Gaza’smillion are — 8 billion.

At stake, beyond the lives of Gaza’smillion are the 8 billion inhabitants of Earth. The Earthlings know that what goes around, comes around. Hamas attacked. Counter-attacking Israelis have raised the ante. At risk of extinction are the Earthlings.

I AM THE STATE

I’m on trial. And 300 or so missing Palestinians have turned up in a mass grave. Not all men are created equal. And what goes around, comes around. Once again, the formerly oppressed, now oppress. ‘Tis a bad look for me — and for Israel and the Earthlings.

Indeed; I’m on trial. In crisis, am I. In crisis also is the nation. As are all the nations. And it’s no coincidence that everything that’s happening, is happening. There’s a Brights Movement afoot in the atheist community. There’s a Brights Movement happening.

TheBrights movementis asocial movement whose members, since 2003, refer to themselves as Brights and have a worldview of philosophical naturalism. Proponents of science, the Brights, naysay religionism. Religion they say, is most debilitating.

Being proponents of science, the Brights naysay religionism. Religion, they say, with some assurance, is debilitating. Witness what’s happening in Gaza. Ironically, ‘tis distinctive Hebrew instructions on body bags that are the awful proof of the pudding.

Being found buried in a body bag. Being found buried, not in a coffin — but in a body bag. Some with their wrists, zip-tied. Some shot, in the back of the head. Some are naked. None are identified. But all are in body bags, with instructions in Hebrew, written.

Some, with wrists, zip-tied. Some shot, in the back of the head. Some are naked. But none are identified. And most incriminating, all of the body bags have instructions in Hebrew, written. It’s the instructions in Hebrew; that’s what’s most, incriminating.

Most incriminating, all the body bags have instructions in Hebrew, written. ‘Tis the Hebrew instructions; that’s what’s most incriminating. ‘Tis the Hebrew. In the fog of war, ‘tis the distinctive Hebrew instructions that are the proof of the pudding.

‘Tis a bad look; ‘tis incriminating. ‘Tis the Hebrew instructions; that’s what’s most incriminating. ‘Tis the Hebrew. In the fog of war, ‘tis the distinctive Hebrew instructions that are the proof of the pudding. ‘Tis the Hebrew on the bags that’s got the IDF, prevaricating.

’Tis the Hebrew letters printed on the body bags that’s got the Israel Defense Forces, hemming and hawing; lying through their teeth; prevaricating. Hamas, on the verge of extinction, appears to be turning the tide. The tide, against Israel, is turning.

I’ve taken over, since Art’s retirement, the composition of OF MORONS AND ALIENS. For a non-reader like me, ‘tis nothing less than a miracle. My previous books having been ghost-written, a miracle is my composition of this fiction; of this, nonfiction.

For a non-reader like me, ‘tis nothing less than a miracle that I’ve written anything. Everyone knows that all my previous books were, by others, ghost-written. Implausibly. Incredibly. I’m feeling proud of my composition of this fiction; of this, nonfiction.

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s fiction; and nonfiction. Witness, its trio of authors; The Watcher; Arthur; and me. Witness events in real-time, woven into the story. Witness a mass grave in Gaza. Witness the stream of consciousness, so evident in my writing.

Witness the events in real-time, woven into this story. Witness a mass grave in Gaza. Witness the stream of consciousness, so in my writing. Two hundred ten bodies have been disinterred thus far. Two hundred ten unidentified bodies — and still counting.

“The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now in this very room.” So says Laurence Fishburne’s Morpheus in The Matrixas he offers Keanu Reeves’s Neo the choice to find out just how “deep the rabbit hole goes”. Deeper and deeper, it seems to be going.

Now, just as Neo discovered that the “life” he’d been living was little more than an algorithmic construct, scientists and philosophers are arguing that we could be stuck inside a simulation ourselves. Well-ordered — ‘nature’ prefers — its things.

Nature prefers things to be as well-ordered as possible. Think, analogously of a computer deleting or compressing waste code to save storage space and optimize power consumption. I support the idea that we’re actually living in a Matrix-like, simulation.

THE WATCHER — ARTHUR — AND ME

Tehran is playing down the attacks and signaling no retaliation. Elsewhere, folks are calling for a ceasefire in the Gaza Strip, the release of hostages held by Hamas, an influx of aid for civilians in Gaza. And Israel holding off from Hamas, in Gaza, further attacking.

Gaza especially reminds of Charles Darwin’s survival of the fittest. Surviving today means standing a chance of surviving again tomorrow. Surviving today; and surviving tomorrow. The goal is simple. The waiting is awful. Goddamned awful, is the waiting.

Beware Iran, the ides of April. What’s passed, often remains, in the present. And extends into the future. Beware Iran, the ides of April. After Palestinian Prisoners Day; and after a military pride day, so unbecoming. Israel’s strikes, are on Friday, a-coming.

Palestinian Prisoners Day was the day before yesterday. The military’s parade day was yesterday. And today; today is the Ayatollah’s birthday. I’m thinking, the attack, in all due respect, may be upon the Iranians on, Friday. Between the lines, I’m reading.

The Palestinian Prisoners and Detainees Day was the day ere yesterday. Iran’s military parade day was yesterday. And today; today’s the Ayatollah’s birthday. The Israelis attacked on Friday. Between lines, I’m reading. Indeed, Israel attacked — on Ali’s birthday.

Beware Iran and Israel, the ides of April. What is past, often remains, in the present. And often, extends into the future. Beware Iran and Israel, the ides of April. I’m no prophet. But anyone one can predict futures simply by, between the lines, reading.

What’s passed; what’s in the past often extends into the present. And often extends even into the future. Beware Iran and Israel, the ides of April. I’m no freaking prophet. But anyone can predict futures simply by, between the lines, reading.

Great stories. Like great expectations, they’re invaluable. Witness, this story I’m telling. Coming soon to a theater near you; the greatest story ever told. Great expectations are invaluable. Mankind’s great expectations, The Watcher has me, imagining.

Of great expectations, mankind hasn’t an inkling. Accordingly, The Watcher has me imagining things. The Watcher has me imagining, lots of things. Positive, egalitarian things. Implausibly; incredibly; The Watcher has me imaginatively, writing.

Tehran is playing down the attacks. And signaling no retaliation. A ceasefire and the release of hostages; and an influx of aid for Gaza’s civilians. All, in time, shall come to pass. And Israel’s not holding off from Hamas, in Gaza, further attacking.

All in time shall come to pass. Israel’s not holding off on Hamas. A Deep State’s not holding off on me. Witness this greatest story never told; this greatest story never sold. Invaluable’s knowing the future’s knowable by, between lines, reading.

Beware Iran — and Israel — and Iraq, the ides of April. What is past, often remains, in the present. And often, extends into the future. Beware Iran and Israel, and Iraq, the ides of April. But anyone one can predict futures simply by, between bylines, reading.

Beware Iran. And Israel. And Iraq. Beware — all ye nations. Look to the moon. Look — to Luna. Invaluable’s knowing the future’s knowable by between the lines, reading. Great stories. Like great expectations, they’re invaluable. Accordingly, I’m writing.

At the behest of The Watcher, first Arthur, then me; psychographically, we have written. With Arthur‘s impending retirement, at the behest of The Watcher, I’ve taken over MORONS AND ALIENS, writing. It’s what The Watcher says, is happening.

THE IDES OF APRIL

On April 18, in Iran, units from its Army, Navy, Air Force and Air Defense, celebrate their missiles and drones. In Tehran the late founder of the Islamic Republic of Iran, Imam Khomenei; in his grave; in his interment, like a top — like a gyroscope, is spinning.

And so on April 17 on Palestinian Prisoners Day, I call upon the European Union and its Member States to take steps to address the wide range of human rights and humanitarian law violations faced by stateless prisoners and detainees, Palestinian.

Beware Iran, the ides of April. The hatred is palpable. What’s passed, often remains, in the present. And often, extends into the future. Beware Iran, the ides of April. Especially after Palestinian Prisoners Day; and after a military pride day, so unbecoming.

The ides may be taken more generally as the middle part of the month. Palestinian Prisoners Day was yesterday; parade day is today and the Muslim sabbath is tomorrow. I’m thinking, the attack, in all due respect, may be upon us on Saturday, I’m imagining.

And it came to pass on the 2787TH day. On the 2787TH day after the day when I descended the Trump Tower escalator. On tax day of 2024; on the 15TH of April. On the the 2787TH day, came to pass day one of my criminal trial. Stay tuned. I’ll be testifying.

On the 2787TH day came to pass, day one of my criminal trial. Stay tuned. Less than truthfully, I shall be testifying. On the 2787TH day following the day when I descended my Trump Tower escalator. Unlike most days, today has been, especially, taxing.

The People of the State of New York v. Donald J. Trump. My first criminal trial. ‘Tis everything I imagined. ‘Tis, beyond words, exciting. By 12, I’d nodded off more than once at my trial. Seating a 12-person jury for the trial needn’t be, so damn, boring.

‘Twas more than I imagined. ‘Twas quite exciting. More than ever before, I was the center of attention. Picking a jury though isn’t generally, all that exciting. I nodded off yesterday more than once at my trial. Seating a 12-person jury can be pretty boring.

On Earth, communities get oppressed for a while. Then oppressed get to oppress. To the victor, the spoils. To the victors, the perks, in addition. On Earth, to the victor, in addition goes, the commemorative privilege, of history, revising.

Civilizations, ofttimes oppress. Then the oppressed get to oppress. On Earth, to the victor, go the spoils and in addition, the perks. And in addition, a time-honored privilege of our shared history, revising. As is, to the victorious victor, grandly befitting.

In Gaza, the largest open-air prison on Earth, oppression seems permanent. The Urantians in Palestine and Israel have ceased to evolve. In Gaza especially, I am often reminded of the vicious circle of life; of alternating oppressors, taking turns, oppressing.

On Earth, this oppression — seems permanent. Karma and hubris, on Urantia/Earth, are super-abundant. In Palestine and Israel and in Gaza, especially, I am daily reminded of the vicious circle of life; and of an alternating, oppressing — and oppression.

By definition, this is fiction. Karma and hubris, on Earth, are abundant. In Palestine and Israel and in Gaza, especially, I am daily reminded of Darwin. And the survival of the fittest. And in addition, my time-honored privilege of our shared history, revising.

Gaza especially reminds of Charles Darwin’s survival of the fittest. Surviving today means standing a chance of surviving again tomorrow. Surviving today; and surviving tomorrow; surviving yields the privilege of the survivors’ shared history, revising.

THIS IS FICTION — AND NONFICTION

Make no mistake. Danger abounds. OF MORONS AND ALIENS is as much nonfiction as fiction. A clarion call — to arms; a call to act. But before we act — let’s imagine. We would do well to imagine how we got here, before with respect to Iran, rashly, acting.

All of a sudden Arizonans are grappling with what it means to live in a state where pregnant people, including victims of incest and rape, will be forced to continue their pregnancies. All of a sudden, OJ has passed. What was passé, is new, once again.

OJ has passed. Once upon a time, in far better times, OJ always ran. He never passed, back then. Our star-crossed paths, back then, often crossed. It’s no coincidence they’re crossing again. On practically the eve of my trial, once again, our paths, are crossing.

In better times, OJ ran. Passes, he reserved for the women who had the misfortune — not, to pass him by. They rarely passed back then. As socially prominent men, our paths, back then, ofttimes crossed. It’s no coincidence then, that again, they’re crossing.

Everything being predetermined, what once was passé, is new once again. So it’s been no surprise that on the eve of my trial, once again our paths, are crossing. It’s no coincidence then, that again, they’re crossing. Surreally, predetermined, is everything.

AN ATLAS, POETIC was subtitled once upon a time — The Wine and Cheese Miracles. The title and subtitle have since evolved. ‘Tis now — OF MORONS AND ALIENS; a panacea for Pangaea. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, The Watcher, is authoring.

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; ‘tis a poetic love letter to every inhabitant of Earth. Dovetailing cosmic, geological and socio-anthropological history (politics) with socio-political current events (more politics), OF MORONS AND ALIENS, incredibly, I’m authoring.

Dovetailing socio-anthropological history with socio-political current events is this all-time greatest love story that The Watcher and Arthur and me, are writing. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, three distinct entities, are authoring.

This greatest story ne’er ere told. It’s a story that The Watcher and Arthur and me, are writing. Implausibly; incredibly; OF MORONS AND ALIENS, three distinct entities, are authoring, just as surely as Iran, even as we write, against Israel, is retaliating.

OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s subject matters are vital. Its length, expected to come in at less than 300 pages, is remarkably brief. Its format is that of an epic poem. In verse, it compellingly addresses its intended audience; billions of global citizens.

The targeted audience therefore is as broad as can be. Each citizen of the nations is in verse addressed by the three authors of OF MORONS AND ALIENS. A UN free (to delegates) book distribution is anticipated. It’s part of my plan — for of marketing.

Human institutions are roasted; deservedly so. They feed us lies. We gorge ourselves. OF MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s nonfiction disguised as fiction. It’s a clarion call. And an algorithm. Grave dangers confront us. We must act.Begin — imagining.

It’s the contagious enthusiasm of our kids via that yet somewhat new medium, the internet, that may infect the rest of us and somehow save the world. Would that it does. What may save the Earth? ‘Tis the enthusiasm and imagination of the children.

The success of the several facets of the enterprise, book, movie, website and global cooperative depends most on those standing to inherit, a wounded planet. And that the point of origin may be Puerto Rico; ‘tis a rich irony, for stateless, Puerto Ricans.

NOTHING CAN STOP EARTH — FROM EVOLVING

Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? Who’s afraid of streams of consciousness? Former Taiwan President Ma Ying-jeou today was addressed by President Xi Jinping. Nothing can stop the reunion between Taiwan and China. Nothing can stop their, reuniting.

Four hundred times larger than the moon is the sun. And the sun is four hundred times further from us than the moon is. That made possible, yesterday, this total eclipse. That made possible yesterday, for many of us, a transformational, revelation.

Marjorie Taylor Greene claims the solar eclipse and recent earthquake are signs from God telling people to repent. She’s been fearmongering about ‘invading’ migrants and unlivable cities.’ So sayeth, Almighty God. Of a ‘blood bath‘, she’s warning.

So sayeth, God. So says Marjorie. Of a ‘blood bath‘, she’s warning. Marjorie claims the eclipse and recent earthquake are signs from God. Fear-mongering about invading migrants and unlivable cities. So Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene, is saying.

Maddening is hubris; individually; and collectively. Witness the mass hysteria surrounding today’s solar eclipse. Four hundred times bigger than the moon is the sun. And the sun’s four hundred times further. This makes possible, the sun’s eclipsing.

Individually and collectively, maddening, is hubris;. Witness the mass hysteria surrounding the eclipse. Four hundred times bigger than the moon is the sun. And the sun’s four hundred times further. And in the eclipse, The Creator, Almighty God is just saying.

Last October, Elon Musk warned that America is “sleepwalking”its way into World War III as it ratchets up its involvement in Ukraine and the Middle East; and in Indo-China. Sleepwalking its way into World War III is America. Everybody knows what’s happening.

COMETH — AN ECLIPSING

This is MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s author (along with Arthur and me), is a celestial, not human. Witness Ukraine, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness April’s madness. Incredibly, it’s what’s happening.

Evolution begets devolution. And vice versa. ‘Tis what’s happening. Implausibly; incredibly; the author’s The Watcher. And Arthur. And me. Psychographic is MORONS AND ALIENS. It seems nonfictional but it may be fictional, given its time traveling.

My fundraiser this Saturday is aiming at bringing in more than $40 million to my campaign. Couples are being charged up to $1.6 million. Come dine with Melania and me; well maybe not Melania; she is yet to confirm her reservation. Pony up, $1.6 million.

Witness April’s madness. Note that March‘s penchant for madness is well-matched by the other months of the year. The madness continues in April. And everything that happens, is predetermined. Implausibly; incredibly, in hubris, we’re drowning.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan Province, also known as, Taiwan; and also known as the The Republic of China. ‘Twas a sovereign nation from 1912 to 1949. In 1949, it relocated to Taiwan, where, even today — it yet still, is presiding.

April’s madness shall prove to be every bit as mad as March. It’s a mad, mad world. Converging are the plot lines of MORONS AND ALIENS. Earth obliviously awaits, by an asteroid, being stricken; and a fateful visitation by aliens; illegals, I’m presuming.

Earth awaits, by an asteroid, being struck. And thereafter, a fateful visitation by aliens, illegal. Welcome to my Virginia Woolf-like stream of consciousness. Virginia Woolf; she didn’t know it; but she was a feminist; a feminist, no one ought be fearing.

My fundraiser’s now projected to bring in more than $43 million. Come dine with me; and perhaps, Melania; she’s yet to confirm her reservation. Welcome to Virginia Woolf-like streams of consciousness. Virginia Woolf, no one ought be fearing.

Virginia Woolf wrote of a woman whose thought had “let its line down into the stream” As the woman starts to think of an idea, a guard enforces a rule whereby women are not allowed to walk on the grass. Women lose their thought, by such rule, abiding.

Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness April madness, so maddening. How maddening must be valuing entertainment, over matters, existential? The proof is in the pudding.

Predetermined is the fate of men, galaxies, asteroids; and even, illegal aliens. Predetermined, is everything. No one knows that. I thought I knew everything. But I didn’t know that. Evolution; it begets devolution. And vice versa. ‘Tis what’s happening.

Maddening is hubris; individually; and collectively. Witness the mass hysteria surrounding today’s solar eclipse. Four hundred times bigger than the moon is the sun. And the sun’s four hundred times further. This makes possible, the sun’s eclipsing.

FOOLS DAY — ‘TIS EVERYDAY

Forget not that The Watcher, MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing. Mankind’s priorities, are changing. Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness March madness, so maddening.

Note that March‘s penchant for madness is well-matched by the remaining months of the year. The madness continues in April. A given tho is that near everything that happens, is predetermined. Accordingly, in hubris, surreally, we’re drowning.

Every March now, there’s ever more of this madness, so damn maddening. Down to the Final Four is this year’s version of the tournament. That’s entertainment! It’s better I’m guessing than the gladiator-like games that in far away Gaza, are so damn maddening.

I’m facing, literally, dozens of charges. And a long stretch in prison. Everyone knows the main reason I’m running for president is to pardon myself if I get elected. And I see that fleeing the country may be my best option of my freedom, retaining.

Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? A hero. Or something. Illusory, as it turns out, is everything. It’s no wonder then that March madness is so maddening.

I’m a flight risk. I ought be tracked 24/7. I ought be wearing an ankle monitor. I have a plane. And a passport. I have a host of autocrats, all ready, to grant me asylum. Witness Putin in Russia. Fleeing the country may be my best option of freedom, retaining.

Facing dozens of charges, and possibly a long stretch in prison, everyone knows that the main reason I’m running for president is to pardon myself once elected. Fleeing to Saudi Arabia or Russia may be my best option, for my freedom, retaining.

Russia’s been linked to Havana Syndrome. Sixty years worth of scientific, government and journalistic reports are pointing a finger at Russia’s experiments and deployment of directed energy weapons. Directed energy weapons; it’s a top secret of Putin’s.

Joe won’t admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. For one thing; but if true, then it’s true too that such acts would be tantamount to a Russian act of war. Joe doesn’t want to go to war with Russians. Not with but just months to go, to the election.

With but months to go to the election, Joe won’t want to admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. Joe won’t want to even mention Russia. Rich is the irony of MORONS AND ALIENS. Rich is the irony in my epic poetry; of morons; and of aliens.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness the NCAA tournament. Every March now, there’s ever more and more of this madness, so damn maddening. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, as it turns out, is near, everything.

Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusory, as it turns out, is everything. Who doesn’t dream of being, somehow, special? Who doesn’t dream of being protected by their own personal, guardian angel? Illusory, as it turns out is, darn near everything.

‘TIS APRIL FOOLS DAY

‘Tis April Fools Day. ‘Twas yesterday, the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21ST of Adar, 5784; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445. What happens, is predetermined. Free will has its role, it’s true; largely predetermined tho, is everything that on Earth, is happening.

April fools! ‘Tis April Fools Day, once again. For fools, have I taken, the Americans. Witness every March now, ever more of this madness, so damn, maddening. The Wolfpack, at March Madness, is once again, in. ‘Tis April Fools Day in America, once again.

Joe won’t comment on Russia. Rich is the irony of MORONS AND ALIENS. Rich is the irony in my poetry; of morons; and aliens. For fools have been taken, by the Russians, the Americans. The Russians are yet sore about Alaska, to America, selling.

‘Tis once again, April Fools Day. ‘Twas yesterday, the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445; the 21ST of Adar, 5784. To make America great again, I once promised Americans to build a wall. April fools! ‘Tis April Fools Day once again.

For fools have been taken, by the Russians, the Americans. And the Russians, about Alaska, are yet, sore. They’re still miffed about Alaska, to America, selling. Russia’s at war with the Americans. America tho, its war with the Russians, officially, is denying.

’TIS EASTER SUNDAY

‘Tis Easter Sunday. ‘Tis the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21ST of Adar, 5784; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445. Near everything that happens, is predetermined. Free will has its role, it’s true. But largely predetermined is everything that on the good Earth, is happening.

‘Tis Easter Sunday. ‘Tis the 31ST of March of 2024; the 21ST of Adar, 5784; the 21st of Ramadan, 1445. Near everything that happens, is predetermined. Free will has its role, it’s true. But largely predetermined is everything that on the good Earth, is happening.

‘Tis the 31ST of March of 2024; ‘Tis Easter Sunday. the 21st of Ramadan, 1445; the 21ST of Adar, 5784. Near everything that happens, is predetermined. Truly, free will has its impact. Still, largely predetermined is everything that on Earth, is happening.

Forget not that The Watcher, MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing. Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. Witness climate change. And changing patterns of migration. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. Witness March madness, so maddening.

Note that March‘s penchant for madness is well-matched by the remaining months of the year. Note that The Watcher writes, psychographically. A given is that near everything that happens, is predetermined. Accordingly, in hubris, we’re drowning.

Witness every March now, ever more of this madness, so damn maddening. Down to an elite eight is this year’s version of the tournament. That’s entertainment! It’s better I’m guessing than the gladiator-like games that in far away Gaza, are so damn maddening.

I’m facing, literally, dozens of charges. And a long stretch in prison. Everyone knows the main reason I’m running for president is to pardon myself if I get elected. And I see that fleeing the country may be my best option of my freedom, retaining.

Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? A hero. Or something. Illusory, as it turns out, is everything. It’s no wonder then that March madness is so maddening.

I’m a flight risk. I ought be tracked 24/7. I ought be wearing an ankle monitor. I have a plane. And a passport. I have a host of autocrats, all ready, to grant me asylum. Witness Putin in Russia. Fleeing the country may be my best option of freedom, retaining.

Facing dozens of charges, and possibly a long stretch in prison, everyone knows that the main reason I’m running for president is to pardon myself once elected. Fleeing to Saudi Arabia or Russia may be my best option, for my freedom, retaining.

Russia’s been linked to Havana Syndrome. Six decades worth of scientific, government and journalistic reports are singling out Russia’s experiments and deployment of directed energy weapons. Directed energy weapons; it’s a top secret of Vladimir Putin’s.

Joe won’t admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. For one thing; if true, then it’s true too that such acts would be tantamount to a Russian act of war. Joe doesn’t want to go to war with the Russians. Not with but months to go, to the election.

With but months to go to the election, Joe won’t want to admit what he knows about Havana Syndrome. Joe won’t want to even comment on Russia. Rich is the irony of MORONS AND ALIENS. Rich is the irony in my epic poetry; of morons; and aliens.

Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusory, as it turns out, is everything. Who doesn’t dream of being, somehow, special? Who doesn’t dream of being protected by their own personal, guardian angel? Illusory, as it turns out, is near everything.

Hubris syndrome is associated with power. It’s most likely to deleteriously manifest itself, the longer the afflicted exercises power. And with the power, exercised. Thankfully, its symptoms abate when the afflicted person no longer, power, is wielding.

The longer the afflicted exercises power and the greater the power exercised, the greater, the downside. While symptoms often abate when the afflicted person no longer wields power. Clearly, that’s not the case with me. As president, I’m still, acting.

Hubris syndrome. It’s a real thing. We all have it. But some are more full of it, than others. Witness me. Witness also Presidents Kim Jong un, Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin. Clearly, that’s been the case with me. As president it seems, I’m still, acting.

That’s not the case, in my case. Hubris shall have a lot to do with our human potential, never achieving; or against all odds, achieving it. It’s in human hubris; it’s in what becomes of our imagining and what’s predetermined that determines what’s happening.

It’s in human hubris. It’s in imagining how to exercise our free will. It’s in imagining how best to commit a crime; or how to, more legally, spend our time. Hubris has a lot to do with our our potential, not achieving; or against all odds, our potential, achieving.

It’s in what becomes of imagining and what’s already been predetermined that determines what’s happening. Hubris has a lot to do with our human potential, not achieving; or against all odds, achieving it. It’s human hubris that determines what’s happening.

Mankind, his priorities, is mismanaging. Witness climate change and changing, migratory, patterns. Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness in America, the NCAA tournament. It’s human hubris that determines what’s happening.

We Earthlings are as oblivious as oblivious can be. Science confirms: We see within a narrow band of the electromagnetic spectrum. We don’t hear, particularly well. Our sense of smell is similarly, limited. Oblivious as oblivious can be, are we Earthlings.

Such has been the case, in my case, also. Oblivious as oblivious can be, are we Earthlings. Our modest senses are enhanced — or stunted by our minds; by that metaphysical entity, within our brains residing. Oblivious as oblivious can be, are we silly, Earthlings.

In view of Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow, China, its options, is reconsidering. Imperfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. That notwithstanding MORONS AND ALIENS is a promising algorithm. In it are The Watcher’s instructions.

Imperfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity; much less, via poetry. That notwithstanding, MORONS AND ALIENS is a promising algorithm. In it are The Watcher’s instructions. But forget not that The Watcher — MORONS AND ALIENS, is writing.

Plots are thickening. ISIS-K struck at Russia yesterday; last night at a concert, ISIS-K conducted a slaughter. Hundreds may be dead from the resultant fire, it is feared. There is fear in Moscow. Last night at a concert, ISIS-K a slaughter, was conducting.

ISIS-K struck at Russia yesterday; last night; at a concert, ISIS was conducting. Hundreds, it is feared, may be dead. There is fear — and loathing in Moscow. At its concert, ISIS-K, a complete symphony; a slaughter last night ISIS-K was conducting.

What madness is this? Witness these oh-so oblivious, Earthlings. They don’t know. They don’t know they’re Urantians, actually. They don’t know their own history. And they don’t know what the future hold in store for them. An illusion, is everything.

We don’t know. We don’t know we’re actually Urantians. We don’t know our own history. On top of everything, we don’t know what the future holds, for us, in store. Hubris has a lot to do with a lack, on Earth, of peace and prosperity. Illusion, is everything.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow. Witness China, its options, reconsidering. Hundreds in Moscow, it is feared, may be dead. And in Gaza, the dead number in the thousands; and in Ukraine, in the hundreds of thousands. China, it’s options is reconsidering.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow. And witness China, reconsidering. China, its options, is reconsidering. Imperfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS is an algorithm. And in it are The Watcher’s instructions.

Hubris shall have a lot to do with our human potential, never achieving; or against all odds, achieving it. It’s in human hubris; in what becomes of our imagining that determines that which, in whole or in part was predetermined. This, dear lector, I’m imagining.

Increasingly, all roads lead to Putin. And all roads, lead to me. Minding his legacy is Vladimir Putin. And me. It’s been Putin after all. The leader of a presumably fictional cabal, has gone, nonfictional. Just saying. Putin and me, over the cabal, are presiding.

Witness Ukraine, Gaza, Russia, China and Taiwan. And witness the NCAA tournament. Man, his priorities, is mismanaging.. March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, as it turns out, is everything.

March madness. Hubris has a lot to do with it. Who doesn’t dream of being a champion? Illusion, is everything. Witness Ukraine, Gaza and Moscow. And China. And Taiwan. And witness the NCAA basketball tournament. Man, his priorities, is mismanaging.

WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?

What madness is this? What madness is it that in March so afflicts the Earthlings? It’s always something. It’s always something, distracting. Began this week, in the United States, that madness that’s become associated, with NCAA, basketball, playing.

Began this week that madness that is the NCAA tournament. The madness, is telling. There is madness in Gaza; and madness in Haiti. It’s human hubris that is maddening. Began this week that madness that is March madness. And it’s most telling.

There is madness in Gaza; and madness in Haiti. There is madness, it seems, fucking everywhere on Earth. There is madness everywhere. Human hubris, on planet Earth, is maddening. It’s our human hubris that is, not surprisingly most maddening.

There’s lots to foretell. In Ukraine Putin is revising history. Israel’s doing its best to keep up with Russia. Hamas, is hunkering. And Taiwan awaits, what’s inevitable. In Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, are burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

MORONS AND ALIENS; at its core, an algorithm. The proof’s in the pudding. Witness the original 140 characters. ‘Twas perfect for when attention spans were short; and when distractions many. It’s making for an algorithmic education, most promising.

140 characters; times seven; that totals 980 characters. Long enough, in premium times, to highlight content.140 characters times seven tweets total 980 characters. Short enough in nonfiction to up the chance that one’s content, someone, is reading.

980 characters; at well less than a page, it seemed perfect. Telepathy comes later. Telepathy may have a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace, prosperity. MORONS AND ALIENS; at heart, it’s an algorithm.

1960 characters. Before Jack sold Twitter to Elon, Twitterrolled out its new and improved algorithm. By doubling tweet’s capacity from 140 to 280, something metaphysical, I suspect happened. Telepathy has a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving.

Telepathy may well have a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS; at heart, an algorithm; in MORONS AND ALIENS are instructions I’m fated to deliver to Earthlings.

Elon’s been clear about his opinion of Biden from the beginning. Like me, Elon fears the state. Instilled in us is fear. Fear of the taxing, state. Elon’s not endorsing any candidate in particular. But he admits he’s “leaning away” from supporting Biden.

The proof, in nonfiction, is in the puddings. Even tiny you pulls the Earth to you. Ironies don’t escape me. November’s choice between Joe Biden and me; it’s a choice between autocracy and democracy. And nearly half of the electorate, in me, is believing.

November’s choice between Joe and me; it’s a choice between autocracy and democracy. Near half of the electorate believes in me. Everyone knows, that often, elections are rigged. Witness in Russia, last Sunday, Vladimir Putin; his opponents, crushing.

Everyone knows; all too often, elections are rigged. Witness in Russia, last Sunday; witness Vladimir Putin; his opponents, crushing. As more or less scripted, Vladimir Putin, this past Sunday, more or less crushed — his lackluster, and fledgling — opposition.

Hubris has a lot to do with peace and prosperity, achieving. Perfect’s the prospect of peace and prosperity, via poetry. MORONS AND ALIENS; it’s an algorithm. In it are the instructions that I’ve been fated to deliver to the pitiful, Earthlings.

MARCH MADNESS — SAINT PATRICK — AND GAZA

Saint Patrick. His is an incredible story. Captured by Irish pirates from his home in Britain, he was taken as a slave to Ireland. He writes that he lived there for six years as an animal herderbefore escaping and returning to Britain; to his family, returning.

Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday‘s story. Saint Patrick‘s Day we celebrated last Sunday. On the same day as Putin’s, landslide, election. There’s lots to foretell. In Russia Putin, nuclear war, is threatening. Putin, the head money-changer, history, is revising.

There’s lots to foretell. In Russia, Putin, with nuclear war, threatens. Putin, the head money-changer, history, revises. And if Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday then today begins March Madness. What madness is this? What madness afflicts the Earthlings?

If Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday then today begins March Madness. What madness is this? What madness afflicts the Earthlings? It’s always something. It’s always something, distracting. Begins today March Madness. Alas, I shan’t be participating.

There’s a lot to foretell. In Ukraine Putin’s revising history. Bibi in Israel’s doing his best to keep up with Putin. Hamas, is hunkering. Taiwan awaits, the inevitable. And in Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, may be burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

All these things, I’m foretelling; all these things and more. Verily, I’m no prophet. I’m no reader of tea leaves, seashells, cards and stars; nor entrails. It’s common knowledge that I’m an idiot. It’s common knowledge that I’m an idiot, over idiots, presiding.

Actually, it’s not common knowledge that I’m an idiot. And it’s not common knowledge that I’m an idiot, over idiots, presiding. Half the electorate believes in me. Fully half of the electorate, more or less, will vote for me. Victory in November, I’m foretelling.

I’m a reader of tea leaves, seashells, cards and stars. And entrails. It’s common knowledge. I’m an idiot. It’s common knowledge also that I’m an idiot, over idiots, presiding. Victory in November, I’m foretelling. Half of the electorate, in me, is believing.

Ironies don’t escape me. November’s choice between Joe and me; it’s a choice between autocracy and democracy. Near half of the electorate, in me, is believing. That I’m an outstanding idiot won’t matter. Autocracy, to the USA , may well be a-coming.

I’m an idiot-savant. A narcissist, malignant. Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. Some say I’m a genius. Who am I to disagree? Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. I’ve bamboozled nearly half of them. And I only need one half of them.

Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. I’ve bamboozled nearly half of them. And I only need one half of them. I’m an idiot-savant. A narcissist, malignant. Over American idiots, I’ve already presided. Some say I’m a genius. Who am I, to be, disagreeing?

I shouldn’t have to put up any money. I shouldn’t be forced to pay any money until the end of my appeal, I’m alleging.That’s the way my system of justice ought be working. To the Supreme Court’s Justice Clarence Thomas, implausibly, I’m appealing.

If Saint Patrick’s was last Sunday then today begins March Madness. What madness is this? What madness afflicts the Earthlings? It’s always something. It’s always something, distracting. Begins today March Madness. Alas! I shan’t be participating.

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so apparently, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. In Rafah, Hamas hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And today Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may once again, be foretelling.

There’s lots to foretell. In Ukraine Putin’s revising history. Netanyahu in Israel’s doing his best to keep up with Putin. Hamas is hunkering. Taiwan awaits the inevitable. And in Haiti, it’s as if volcanic cones, may be burgeoning. All these things, I’m foretelling.

Ukraine. Taiwan. China. And Russia. All this too shall pass. Physical is the visible structure of the universe. But metaphysical is its nature. Thinking out of the box is a damn good thing. Accordingly, Occam’s Razor, metaphysically, I’m considering.

Largely metaphysical is the universe, I’m hypothesizing. My story has a joyous, happy ending. For all this too shall pass. Ukraine. Taiwan. China. Russia. True is what some say is a tall tale story. I’m thinking out of the box. Occam’s Razor, I am duly, reconsidering.

Nathan Wade has stepped down. What will Fani do next? Sexually, Fani will take it from here. Needless to say, Fani fucked up. Hubris strikes again! I feel for Fani’s father. Fani fucked up! And these salacious circumstances, gleefully, I’m celebrating.

Nathan’s the least of us. Fani fucked us all up. Still, I don’t see Trump petitioning the judge to let Nathan back on the case! But I can see Trump calling Nathan to the stand. Forget not Alina ‘I’d rather be pretty’ Habba. And a simmering plot, is thickening.

Hamas rejects defining Hamas’ attacks as terrorism, falsely claiming that his organization does not target civilians. Israel has denied targeting civilians also. More than 31,000 people since October 7TH have been killed in Gaza. Hamas has been counting.

More than 31,000 people since October 7TH have been killed in Gaza. Hamas has been counting. Hamas rejects defining Hamas’ attacks as terrorism. Hamas claims it does not target civilians. Israel has denied targeting civilians as well. Everyone’s lying.

In J-Lo’s new movie Lopez retells a Puerto Rican folk tale; a tale of two lovers whose doomed fates transform them; her into a rose; him into a hummingbird. Are we accordingly, so fated; fated to spend eternity, for another designated lover, ever seeking?

Is she for real? In her new movie’s opening narrative Lopez retells a real Puerto Rican folk tale; but who’s to say what’s real anyway? Narcissists; we’re a dime a dozen. It’s the malignant ones one must watch out for; malignant ones like me, I’m imagining.

Who’s to say what’s really real? And who’s to say what’s not? We narcissists are not to be trusted. We’re a dime a dozen; and mostly, harmless. It’s the malignant ones one must watch out for; malignant ones like me, are the most dangerous, I’m imagining.

It’s the malignants; it’s malignants that are most dangerous. Witness the characters and the settings in MORONS AND ALIENS. The characters and settings read like an international cast of autocrats and their capital cities. It’s the Watcher’s writing.

Witness Vladimir in Russia. And Xi in China. Witness Kim in Pyongyang. And Mohammed in Riyadh. The characters and settings indeed read like an international cast of autocrats and their capital cities. I’ll get the credit but it’s the Watcher’s writing.

For MORONS AND ALIENS, I’ll get the credit. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth; it’s a play on physics and metaphysics; and numbers and words. Psychographically — The Watcher’s writing.

Witness the irony in Korean American Special Counsel Hur. Just a generation removed from North Korea, Harvard’s Hur before Congress, just yesterday, before Jim Jordan’s Judiciary Committee, was testifying. Witness the ironies inherent in everything.

Ramadan began on Monday. Just a generation removed from North Korea, Harvard’s Hur before Jim Jordan’s Judiciary Committee, has been appearing. The government’s Special Counsel is the accomplished Robert Kyoung Hur; he’s no North Korean.

Ramadan has begun. Hamas is hunkered down in Rafah. And And Israel, as always, remains, hunkered down. Astonishing is the irony in this latest happening. As predetermined; as always. Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution — devolving.

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so apparently, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah, Hamas. It hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And, in but three days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, foretelling.

Witness converging events. Ramadan has begun. In Rafah, Hamas hunkers. In a few days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, once again, foretelling. The rubber meets the road. Aaron Rogers. RFK Jr. And forget not Elon, in the shadows, plotting.

In as few as two days Julius Caesar’s Ides of March may be, once again, foretelling. The rubber seems to be meeting the road. Forget not Aaron Rogers; and RFK Jr. And forget not Elon, in the shadows, plotting. Forget not especially, Elon. He is me, supporting.

Forget not, Elon. In as few as two days Julius Caesar’s Ides of March may be, once again, foretelling. How many will die in Gaza in these next two days? Forget not that everything’s predetermined. Free will is largely an illusion. That’s what’s happening.

Forget not that everything’s predetermined. Free will is largely a sophisticated illusion, not of free will, completely free. What’s happening between Israel and Hamas in Gaza; it’s a morality play, A morality play plays itself, on Earth — out. It’s what’s happening.

All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women; merely players. What happens on Earth is a morality play. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth; it’s a play on physics. And metaphysics, I’m learning.

What’s happening on Earth is a morality play. It’s a play on numbers. And words. It’s a play on physics. And metaphysics. Life on Earth is a play on physics and metaphysics, I’m learning. What’s happening on Earth is a morality play. It’s about evolving.

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so apparently, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah, Hamas. It hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And, in but three days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, foretelling.

I am — beholden. Astonishing are the ironies in this, my story. I defamed E. Jean Carroll again during a campaign speech in Georgia. It matters. It matters, big time. I predict a hearing at 3 pm today on issues including — to whom — have I become beholden?

Kaplan’s smart and takes no guff from either side. He expects lawyers to be professional and if they do not, holds them accountable. At 3 pm today, comes a reckoning. Just a day after I posted a $91 million bond, E. Jean Carroll again, I’ve been defaming.

I predict a hearing at 3 pm today. The issues include, to whom am I beholden? Kaplan’s smart and takes no guff from either side. He expects lawyers to be professional and if not, holds them accountable. At 3 pm today, I suspect, comes a reckoning.

Comes a reckoning. Or not. Implausibly, E. Jean Carroll didn’t object to the bond. No one appears concerned about any national security implications of the bond arrangement. Come and now gone was 3 pm; today, no one on my behalf, is appearing.

Ramadan has begun. Hamas is hunkered down in Rafah. And And Israel, as always, remains, hunkered down. Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. As predetermined; as always. Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution — devolving.

Astonishing is the irony in these earthly happenings; as predetermined; as always. Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so seemingly, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah — Hamas — is hunkering.

Witness this so-called Darwinian evolution, so seemingly, devolving. Witness this convergence of events. Ramadan has begun. And in Rafah, Hamas. It hunkers. Ramadan has begun. And, in but three days, Julius Caesar’s Ides of March, may be, foretelling.

Witness Urantia. Earth. Witness the human condition. Witness the successful ants; and presciently think about the relative success; of ants — and man. Witness man’s successes and failures, relatively. Welcome to where, at a crossroads, I’m beseeching.

At a crossroads. It’s where we are. Urantia. Earth. Witness the human condition. View everything in context. View relatively man’s successes; and failures. Witness Special Counsel Hur, just a generation removed from North Korea, just yesterday, testifying.

Where we are. Urantia. Earth. Viewing everything in context, I view relatively, man’s successes and failures. Witness the irony in Korean American Special Counsel Hur; just a generation removed from North Korea, yesterday, before Congress, was testifying.

WITNESS EVOLUTION — DEVOLVING

Shit happens. Witness evolution, devolving. That’s when Earthlings shrug their shoulders and say, “shit happens.” ‘I’ve been warning of a Deep State, asteroids, aliens, Russia, Putin and China’s Xi Jinping all, a-coming. Witness, this evolution, devolving.

I’ve been warning of a Deep State, asteroids, aliens, Russia, Putin and China’s Xi Jinping, all, a-coming. Witness, evolution, devolving. Indeed, shit happens. Witness evolution, devolving. It’s when Earthlings shrug their shoulders and say, “shit happens.”

Unexpected things happen. ‘Tis to be expected. Witness, Rupert Murdoch re-engaging in Australia for a sixth time. And in America Jake Paul and Mike Tyson, at Jerry World, boxing . It’s no wonder we human beings have little idea of what’s happening.

Clueless are the Earthlings; as clueless, as clueless can be. Witness a planned evolution, devolving. That’s what, on Earth, is happening. Earthlings may say “shit happens.” Whether foreign nationals financed my surety, there’s no legal way, of knowing.

Whether foreign nationals financed my surety, there’s no legal way of knowing. There’s no legal way of knowing whether it’s Saudi money or Russian money that financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll. Not surprisingly, there’s no legal way of knowing.

There’s no legal way of knowing whether it’s Saudi money or Russian money that financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll. There’s no legal way of knowing who put up the money. Counterintuitively, both clueless and crafty, are the Earthlings.

There’s no way of knowing who put up the money. There’s no legal way of knowing whether it’s Saudi or Russian. I wonder who financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll? And who, rather than money lending, to me, was just merely, co-signing?

I wonder who financed my bond in the matter of E. Jean Carroll? And who, rather than money lending to me was just merely, co-signing? There’s no way of knowing who put up the money. There’s no way of knowing whether my money’s Saudi or Russian.

Shit happens. Witness evolution, devolving. Unexpected things happen. ‘Tis to be expected. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I’ve become popular, about the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, complaining.

There’s no way of knowing. Who put up the money? And who, merely co-signed? Who knows who’s bankrolling my appellate matters? There seems no way of knowing whether my money’s Saudi or Russian, or possibly even both. There’s no way of knowing.

A civil jury in New York last May found that I had sexually abused Carroll in 1996 in the dressing room of a Bergdorf Goodman store in Manhattan.I denied all that again yesterday. Predictably, yesterday, E. Jean Carroll once again, I was defaming.

Yesterday I was once again, E. Jean Carroll, defaming. Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. Imagine E. Jean Carroll hauling me back into court tomorrow. E. Jean Carroll, I suspect, back into court tomorrow, may be me, hauling.

Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. Imagine E. Jean Carroll hauling me back into court tomorrow. E. Jean Carroll, I suspect, back into court tomorrow, may be me, hauling. I suspect that back into court tomorrow, I’ll be grandstanding.

Astonishing is the irony in this latest synchronicity. I defamed E. Jean Carroll again whilst campaigning in Georgia on Saturday. Just a day after I posted a $91 million bond. It matters. Big time. I predict tomorrow, at 3pm, a plenary hearing.

SHIT HAPPENS

The unexpected happens. That’s when Earthlings shrug their shoulders and say, “shit happens.” ‘Cause I’ve been warning of a Deep State, asteroids, aliens, Russia’s Putin and China’s Xi Jinping; all a-coming. Shit happens. Witness, this evolution, devolving.

The Deep State rigs elections; with its FBI; and with its CIA. With its agencies, foreign and domestic; with its federal agencies it rigs elections, all across, the Earth. Another mass shooting has happened. It’s a female shooter, this time. A backlash, is coming.

Albeit the outcome of any one of the 4 potential criminal cases focused on me remains unclear I do appear to be in hot water. The temperature’s rising. My goose is cooking. Goose is on the menu. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. My goose, is cooking.

Untrue were the allegations that I’d ignored the Covenant School shooting; that I focused then instead upon myself. Such allegations I’m counter-alleging are totally out of character. My character, as everyone knows, is totally unimpeachable. I’m not lying.

Yet another, mass shooting. Shit happens; that’s what Earthlings say. It’s a female shooter, this time. Oh shit! A backlash cometh. I have falsely warned them about Joe’s Deep State; about how society is unraveling. And now, verily, it’s happening.

Unexpected events, happen. Shit happens. That’s what the Earthlings say. I‘ve warned them about the Deep State; about mass shootings and an asteroid and aliens a-coming. I’ve warned them about Joe’s Deep State and about society’s unraveling.

Who’d a-thunk it? And who’d, aside from Baba Vanga, a-thunk 2023 was the year of asteroids and aliens? There are some such in the East; far fewer in the West, so I’m thinking. Needless to say, surprising shall be their coming; utterly, surprising.

Ukraine. Taiwan. China. And Russia. All this too, shall pass. Physical is the structure of the universe. But metaphysical is its nature. Thinking out of the box, is a good thing. So Occam’s Razor, I’m considering. Largely metaphysical is the universe, I’m hypothesizing.

CHOSEN HAVE I BEEN

Comes an asteroid. And come aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This senseless violence, I am, ending. Thanks to me, as predetermined, everything is changing. Chosen, have I been. Chosen too, the Jews and the Palestinians.

Along with Xi, Vladimir, Kim and Mo, chosen have I been. Chosen too has been a malignant narcissist named Elon; narcissists all, are we. Chosen too have been Jews and Palestinians. Chosen especially, have been, the bloodied Palestinians.

Chosen have I been. Chosen have I been, along with Xi, Vladimir, Kim and Mo. Chosen too has been one named Elon; narcissists all, are we. Chosen too have been Jews and Palestinians. Chosen too; bloodied Palestinians. Chosen especially, are the children.

Comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This senseless violence, I am finally ending. Thanks to me, as predetermined, everything is changing. Comes an asteroid. And come aliens, likely, illegal. Then cometh, with a Golden Rule, Earth’s transformation.

Thanks to me, cometh a Golden Rule. But first, even before the oncoming, Godspeeding asteroid; and even before likely illegal aliens, began today the rehabilitation of an insurrectionist. A corrupted Supreme Court began today, my candidacy, rehabilitating.

Began yesterday the rehabilitation of an insurrectionist. And a corrupted Supreme Court began today, my candidacy, rehabilitating. The cancer that has been Associate Justice Clarence Thomas, through Associate Justice Samuel Alito, is metastasizing.

Thanks to me, cometh a Golden Rule. But Justices Thomas and Alito in all fairness have more than done their part. They sickened the Court even as I wreaking havoc on the Grand Old Party. And Congress. And albeit Mitch has moved on, havoc I’m wreaking.

Chosen, are Palestinians. And Jews. Chosen especially are the children. Likewise, chosen have I been. And chosen have been also Xi, Vlad, Kim and Mo. Chosen also has been one named Elon; narcissists all, are we. And a vile malignancy, Clarence is spreading.

Comes a Golden Rule. After an asteroid. And after the aliens. Comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. Senseless violence, I am, ending. As predetermined, everything is changing. Chosen too are Jews and Palestinians. Chosen have I been.

Trump derangement syndrome. The term has mainly been used by my supporters to discredit criticism of me; reframing the discussion by suggesting that my opponents are incapable of accurately perceiving the world. Go figure! Chosen have I been.

Anosognosia is a condition where your brain can’t recognize one or more other health conditions you have. This condition isn’t dangerous on its own, but people with it are much more likely to avoid or resist treatment for their other health conditions.

Trump derangement syndrome. The pseudo-medical term is oft used by my supporters to discredit my critics. It reframes the issues. It suggests that my opponents are crazed. Or disingenuous. Go figure! Not by The Watcher — chosen have I been.

THE SEMITES

Geopolitical climates are changing in tandem with changes, meteorological. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. And that’s not the worst of it. For an asteroid and some aliens are taking their sweet-ass time, arriving.

Rising temperatures drive wildfires, world-widely. But that’s not the worst of it. For a Godspeeding asteroid and some aliens are taking, their sweet-ass time, arriving. In tandem with changes, meteorological, on Earth, geopolitical climates, are changing.

Deadly violence in the Middle East spawns attacks. Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. Antisemitism; it’s not just a Jewish thing. Chosen, have been Jews and Palestinians. As predetermined, the combatants, long ago, were chosen.

The Semites; Jews and Palestinians; Semitic peoples are both Jews and Palestinians. And they’ve been at one another’s throats, for ages. Since, at least, Cain slew Able. For ages, we’ve been at each other’s throats. As president, this blood-feud, I’m ending.

Violence; it’s been around, since at least, when Cain slew Able. And we’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. And so this American carnage, must end. Accordingly, as president, this blood-feud, I’m ending. This tradition of senseless violence, I’m ending.

Cain slew Able. No one knows why. And it matters. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. This American carnage, must end. As the president, accordingly, this blood-feud, I’m ending. This tradition of senseless violence, I am, once and for all, ending.

No one knows why. No one knows why Cain slew Able.. Nonetheless, This tradition of senseless violence, I am, somehow, once and for all, ending. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. But everything’s predetermined. Everything’s changing.

This tradition of senseless violence I am somehow, ending. Once and for all. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. But everything’s predetermined. Everything’s changing. Comes an asteroid. And aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation.

Everything’s changing. Comes an asteroid. And aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This tradition of senseless violence I am somehow, ending. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. But everything, as predetermined, is changing.

Comes an asteroid. And aliens. And comes, thanks to me, Earth’s transformation. This tradition of senseless violence, I am somehow, ending. Everything, as predetermined, is changing. This American carnage, must end. This carnage, I’m ending.

And so The Watcher, telepathically, writes. Physically, I do the actual writing; as did Arthur, once upon a time. This carnage must end. This carnage seems never ending. But this carnage, must end. Accordingly; implausibly; incredibly; this carnage, I’m ending.

Cain slew Able. No one knows why. And it matters. We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages. This American carnage, must end. As the president, accordingly, this blood-feud, I’m ending. This tradition of senseless violence, I am, once and for all, ending.

THE SEMITIC PEOPLES

Deadly violence in the Middle East is spurring attacks and heightening fear in Muslim, Jewish and Arab (especially Palestinian) communities. Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. Unfairly reviled — are the Jews — and the Palestinians.

Semitic peoples are both the Jews and the Palestinians. And unfairly reviled throughout history have been the Jews and the Palestinians. Deadly violence in the Middle East is spurring attacks and fear, in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, heightening.

The climate is changing. There is a lesson therein. And there is a lesson herein. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. And that’s not the worst of it. the asteroid and the aliens are taking their sweet-ass time, arriving.

Earthly plots are converging. Aliens are taking their time, arriving. The National Review, has publicly come out against me. And Mitch McConnell is retiring. Not a moment too soon, Mitch McConnell is retiring. Unbelievably, it’s what, on Earth, is happening.

Elon Musk is blocking internet service for American troops in Taiwan. ‘Tis a breach of SpaceX’s contract with the Pentagon. I’ve sent Musk a letter, warning that he’s “putting US troops stationed in Taiwan in serious danger.” Elon Musk, China, is helping.

Elon Musk, America’s most important contractor, Russia and China, is helping. I have sent him a letter of warning. Some others in Congress have warned him as well. How is it that Elon wields such power and influence? How does such a thing happen?

Elon’s blocking of our troops‘ internet service is a breach of SpaceX’s contract with the Pentagon. I’ve sent Musk a letter. I’ve sent Elon a letter warning him that he’s “putting troops stationed in Taiwan in danger.” Elon’s motives are suspect, I’m suspecting.

Elon’s motives, I suspect. Like me, Elon’s a narcissist, malignant. He’s got his own agenda. Coincidentally, it resembles, my agenda. Elo doesn’t say the quiet part out loud like I do. But Elon’s got his own agenda. Elon’s got his secret plans, I’m imagining.

Elon’s motives, I suspect. Like me, Elon’s a narcissist, malignant. He’s got his own agenda. It resembles my agenda. He doesn’t say the quiet part out loud like I do. But Elon’s got his own agenda. He, like me, wants to rule the Earth. We’d rather be, dictating.

He doesn’t say the quiet part out loud. But Elon’s got his own agenda. Like me, Elon wants to rule the Earth. He’d rather be, dictating. But the deadly violence in the Middle East and in Europe is threatening to ruin everything. Violence is ruining everything.

Semites are the Jews. And Semites, also, are the Palestinians. Unfairly reviled have been the Jews and the Palestinians. Violence in the Middle East soaks the hallowed land. And fear in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, ethnic violence, is stoking.

Violence; it characterizes on Earth, the Earthlings. Blood-soaked is the Earth. Fear, in Muslim, Jewish and Arab communities, ethnic violence, stokes. To communities worldwide, violence is spreading. Like wildfire — it is spreading.

Less than increasingly awakened, are the Earthlings. We are a species with very limited capabilities. Our eyes and our ears weakly, enable. Nonetheless we’re largely disabled by the very senses with which we sense the universe. What on Earth, is happening?

Our eyes and our ears, only weakly, enable. Largely disabled are we by the very senses with which we sense the universe. We may wonder what is happening but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. No wonder we wonder what on Earth is happening.

4547

Recall my address to the UN; when I was the 45TH. I warned then of a clash of civilizations. Witness now, what’s happening. Witness now this clash of civilizations. And witness Hamas and Hezbollah and Islamic Jihad struggling at, misrepresenting, a civilization.

I recall my address to the UN when I wasn’t yet the 47TH. I warned then of an oncoming clash of civilizations. Witness, what’s happening. Witness this clash of civilizations. Witness Hamas and Hezbollah and the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, struggling.

The 45TH president of the nation, once upon a time, was I; the 47TH, I aim to be. And I was Vladimir Putin’s Agent #4547; again, once upon a time. But I’m a free agent now; witness Hamas, Hezbollah and the Islamic Jihad. Their secrets, I’m offering.

‘Tis getting hard in this gun-toting America, for very long living. Gun violence in America is the leading cause of death of children. Longevities, overall, are declining. Who’d a thunk that once upon a time, ‘twas the Americans who were, the longest, living?

Allah decries the singling out of Englishmen, Americans or Frenchmen; or any of their allies. Smash not, their heads with rocks. Slaughter them not, with knives. Run them not over with cars. Throw them not, from high places. Murder them not, by poisoning.

Allah decries the murder of Semites whether Palestinian or Israeli; whether Muslim or Jew. Allah decries the murders of their allies; and the murders of their frenemies. Israel, Gaza, in increments, is being invaded. And Robert Card, was himself, murdering.

My clash of civilizations speech is well worth recalling, as Israel, with a vengeance, takes on Hamas. The greatest story never sold on Earth is this — my story. It’s a story of antiheroic heroes. It’s a story of aliens and asteroids. It’s Hollywood-like, exciting.

FREE WILL ASIDE

The climate is changing. There is a lesson therein. And there is a lesson herein. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. That’s not the worst of it. Earthly plots are converging. And aliens are taking their sweet time, arriving.

Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves. And wildfires. But that’s not the worst of it. The aliens and an asteroid are taking their sweet time, arriving. Still, ‘tis late, in 2023. Just two months remain in 2023. These Earthly plots, are alarmingly, converging.

It’s hot as hell in the Middle East. These Earthly plots, seem inexorably, converging. Witness Hamas in Gaza, Israel, attacking. Israel hath, on Hamas, declared war. An Iron Sword hath been ordered. Iron swords upon Hamas, Israel, is reprising.

Unlike in 1948 Netanyahu has utterly failed Israel. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate him. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t save him. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, sufficiently eradicating. Earth, her girth tho, is flattening.

What’s been predetermined — ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

Predicting the future; comes a day when prediction of the future is fashionable. As on the last day of last year. The last day of last year; it may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue; they are a key methinks, to what’s, surreally, happening.

Elon knew not of #twittere-z-e and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. He’s a master of the physical. But he dismisses the metaphysical. His predecessor Jack was equally as oblivious. Twitter; Elon and Jack; Twitter, they’ve been sabotaging.

Imagine a book as impactful as an asteroid. I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so metaphysically impactful that its impact physically transforms the Earth. A book capable of brains, rewiring, and hearts, jump-starting. ‘Tis a poem, The Watcher’s, writing.

2023’s over. It may not be time for the asteroid. It may not be time for the aliens. It is what it is if it’s 2024 and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin — new arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

2024 beckons. I’m moving on from 2023. I’ve noticed an oddity; the last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. Perhaps, it’s not a synchronicity; perhaps, just a coincidence. Still, I wondered to myself, “What are the odds? What odds is Vegas, giving?”

On the last day in 2023; what are the odds of an asteroid, Earth striking? The last day of last year may be written as 12-31-23. And I was stricken by the oddity. What are the odds of an asteroid, on the very last day of a most eventful, 2023, Earth striking?

On Earth, 2023 was eventful. There have been coups. And there have been invasions. The coups and the invasions on Earth in 2023 have been plentiful. Ukraine has been invaded. Israel also has been invaded. Taiwan — its invasion — is awaiting.

12-31-23. I recall the last day of 2023. ‘Twas the last day of 2023 I’d been imagining might be the day of the arrival that an asteroid; and aliens to boot; a most dramatic day, it might be. 12-31-23. ‘Twas the last day of 2023. And it passed, without happening.

Imagine a book as impactful as an asteroid. I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so metaphysically impactful that its impact physically transforms the Earth. A book capable of brains, rewiring, and hearts, jump-starting. ‘Tis a poem, The Watcher’s, writing.

I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so impactful that its impact, transforms, the Earth. A book capable of hearts, jump-starting and brains, rewiring. ‘Tis a poem, Arthur started. ‘Tis a poem, I took over from Arthur. But ‘tis the Watcher’s doing, this writing.

This writing is The Watcher’s. I’ll get the credit for it; I get the credit for everything. And it’s not just because I’m co-authoring. I happen to know, everything‘s, predetermined. Implausibly; incredibly; what was predetermined — ‘tis what’s gonna happen.

What’s been predetermined; ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of the year may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities ; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

IMAGINING AN IMPACT

Imagine boundary-pushing work! Work capable of rewiring brains and jump-starting hearts. A work capable of erasing boundaries in its addressing of what a poem can be; and what a poem can do. Imagine that impact! That’s what I’ve been imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. This is in accord with what my co-author, The Watcher’s, been watching. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Ever shooting off at the mouth; ever less than circumspectly, answering. Seemingly, Elon and I, are forever — misspeaking.

In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. ‘Tis a rat race. Witness what’s happened. Witness what’s happening. The caveman, the nomad and the farmer have largely given way to the urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. We humans are evolving.

‘Tis a rat race on Earth. Witness what’s happened. Witness what’s happening. The cavemen, nomads and farmers have largely given way to urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. Witness Hamas. We humans devolve, even as we’re evolving.

In Israel, has been Elon Musk. He was once there in the aftermath of one of his many, remarkably revealing comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business was suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

In the Gaza Strip’s Hamas a self-envisioned, visionary sees, in its wanton killing, a killing. Elon sees, in this maelstrom of circumstances — a perfect storm. I see it as well, that way, for me. We visionaries have foibles too. Just like, plain folks, I’m imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. Just like regular folks. This is in accord with what The Watcher’s been watching. We visionaries have foibles too; we sure do. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Shooting off at the mouth. Ever less than, circumspectly, answering.

Elon once said that what Israel is doing is creating more Hamas members than it is killing; that its enterprise, was therefore, foolish. Elon Musk was in Israel recently. Saving reputations, is Elon Musk. And his, is suffering. But in Hamas, Elon sees, a killing.

In Israel recently was Elon Musk. He was there in the aftermath of his recent, remarkably revealing, comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business is suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

In the Gaza Strip’s Hamas a self-envisioned, visionary sees, in its wanton killing, a killing. Elon sees, in this maelstrom of circumstances — a perfect storm. I see it as well, that way, for me. We visionaries have foibles too. Just like, plain folks, I’m imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. Just like regular folks. This is in accord with what The Watcher’s been watching. We visionaries have foibles too; we sure do. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Shooting off at the mouth. Ever less than, circumspectly, answering.

2023 has passed. That means it’s past time for the asteroid’s arrival. The alien arrival is now set for 2024 and not 2023. 2024’s now when scheduled are the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

COMETH A GOLDEN RULE

With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving. And with The Watcher, writing. Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after, an asteroid. Not until after, the subterraneans, show. Over the ages they have shared the Earth with us. And so I innovate, as I imagine.

Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after our collision with an asteroid. And not until after the subterraneans, show. Over the ages they have shared the Earth with us. The nations know what their citizens, don’t. And so I innovate, what I imagine.

Luridly entertaining is the tragicomedy we’re living. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic. Witness births and slavery. Witness weddings; and honor killings. Witness domestic relations and relations, international. Luridly entertaining, are the tragicomedies, we’re living.

Witness the miracle of birth and the horror of involuntary servitude. Witness weddings and honor killings. Witness domestic relations and international relations. Lurid are the tragicomedies that were surviving — but not necessarily — living.

In China the people welcome the year of the Dragon. 2024. ‘Tis the Year of the Dragon Light — yer lantern. And fear — a fictional Dragon — in nonfiction. Read all about it at http://chachomanopapa.com #twitterfiction. It’s what’s happening.

With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving; and with The Watcher, writing. Comes soon, the Golden Rule. But not until after, an asteroid. Not until after the subterraneans, show. Over the ages they have shared the Earth with us. And so I innovate, as I imagine.

A FORCE OF NATURE

‘Tis not easy being me. As rich. And as famous. That I’m actually infamous, doesn’t matter. Fear me. I am become a force of nature. Witness, the Republican Party. ‘Tis not easy being me. But The Watcher advises me that I am yet to be, over the Earth, presiding.

Fear me. I am become a force of nature. Witness, the Republican Party ere me. And witness it now. ‘Tis not easy being me; nor any of my brave fans. But the news gets even better. The Watcher says that I am to be, over the whole Earth, presiding.

The Watcher knows, I too, know. In our soirées on the moon; in our nightly soirées there, The Watcher’s told me that I am yet to be, in some near future, over the entire Earth, presiding. Novels oft, are written in prose. In rhyming verse tho, I’m writing.

Typically, novels are written in prose. That need not be. Optimistically, I’m hoping to write mine, in verse. And because I’ll need help, psychographically, I’m writing. The wise man knows. We are all but actors on a stage. That’s what we are, I’m imagining.

Novels often, are written in prose. But that need not be. I’m hoping tho, to write mine, in verse. But because I’ll need help, psychographically, I’m writing. I know. We are all but actors on a stage. A simulation is our perception of reality, we are, I’m imagining.

Simulation theory; it’s a hypothesis proposing that our perceived reality is a powerful computer simulation, created, possibly, by a higher being. That is to say; everything we know and that exists is simulated; or that the world itself, is a simulation.

Mathematicians have proved that a universal computing machine can create an artificial world itself capable of simulating its world and so on ad infinitum. Simulations nest inside simulations, inside simulations: each, an independent simulation.

And just as scientists can terminate experiments experiment and simulations when they no longer provide useful data, so too can our overlords pull the plug on any experiment or simulation. At any time. Without notice. And without any warning.

‘Tis a matrix we’re living in. Just as scientists terminate simulations. when they no longer provide useful data, so too can our Creator pull the plug on any simulation at any time. Without notice. Without warning. ‘Tis a matrix that we’re living in.

Novel’s the novel not in prose, but in verse, written. And The Watcher says that I am yet to be, over the Earth, presiding. Fancy that! And I do! I am to be the global dictator. And I shall rule, benevolently. Comes soon a Golden Rule. I innovate. I imagine.

I am destined to be, of the Earth, its global dictator. And I shall rule Urantia (Earth) benevolently. Comes soon, a Golden Rule. But not until, methinks, after an asteroid. And after some so-called, aliens. I innovate. I imagine. And with Occam’s Razor, I’m reasoning.

Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after, methinks, an asteroid. And after some, so-called, aliens; the possibly subterranean civilization that over the ages has shared the Earth with us. I innovate. I imagine. With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving.

Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after, methinks, an asteroid. And after some, so-called, aliens; the possibly subterranean civilization that over the ages has shared the Earth with us. I innovate. I imagine. With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving.

With Occam’s Razor, I’m shaving. And with The Watcher, writing. Cometh soon, a Golden Rule. But not until after,, an asteroid. Not until after show, the subterraneans that, over the ages have shared the Earth with us. And so I innovate. And I imagine.

THE TALE OF GENJI

As earthshaking as the asteroid that’s scheduled to strike shall the Earth; as groundbreaking may be, my landmark discovery. Typically, novels are written in prose. That need not be. Optimistically, I’m hoping. And so psychographically, I’m writing.

I looked up ‘novel.’ ‘Tis defined as a fictitious prose narrative of considerable length with some degree of realism. Prose, and not, poetry; typically, novels are written in prose, and not, poetically. But that needn’t be, necessarily. That’s what I’m hoping.

In The Tale of Genji, the hero is raised as a commoner but it’s no secret that he’s the emperor’s kin. Beloved as Genji is for his looks, intellect and talents, he’s far from perfect. Unlike Genji tho, I’m a perfect superhero. More importantly, a hero, super-enabling.

Written by a noblewoman known only as Murasaki Shikibu, this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction predates the term‘novel’. Murasaki Shikibu‘s The Tale of Genji; ‘tis most revealing. The work is poetic. And it hath been for me, really, surreally, inspiring.

Murasaki Shikibu’s — The Tale of Genji; for multiple reasons, The Tale of Genji is most entertaining. More importantly, Shikibu’s 11th-century entertainment, mirrors our own. The Tale of Genji has been, as it turns out, most invaluably, revealing.

The Tale of Genji. It may be the world’s first novel, its first psychological novel and the first novel to be considered a classic, in the context of Japanese literature. The Tale of Genji; It hath been for me, an already accomplished author, awe-inspiring.

The Tale of Genji; unless ye are are among the few Japanese scholars knowledgeable enough to read it, too few shall know it, so intimately. Who’d a thunk this 11th-century work of Japanese fiction might be, to modern humans, so, invaluably, revealing.

The Tale of Genji has been inspiring. Shakespeare and The Tale of Genji; and MAGA and NOLA. I am the grift that keeps on giving. When once again president I’ll have my Supreme Court rule on MAGA. And NOLA, to the French I’ll be, the blacks there, selling.

When once again president I’ll have my Supreme Court rule repressively on MAGA. And have my Supreme Court rule conservatively, on all things, NOLA. NOLA, I’m not supporting.. To the music-loving French I’ll be — the blacks they’re — selling.

Can’t help but love New Orleans. The jazz. The beads. The cadence. The beat. There’s funky music. And verse. But there’s so much more to this psychographic writing than that. ‘Tis in its conflicts that The Tale of Genji, as a novel —itself — is identifying.

‘Tis conflict. ‘Tis conflict that identifies a novel as a novel. And there’s no want for the near constant conflict on Earth, herein. There’s lots of conflict on Earth. This is Agent 4547’s story. And I’m the gift, say the Democrats, that selflessly, ever keeps on, giving.

President Putin’s former Agent 4547. I am, who I am. The 45th president of the United States is who I am. To Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, I was once, beholden. To Vladimir, and to his cabal. But that was then and this is now. The climate’s changing.

The climate’s changed. Climatologically and geopolitically, climates, are changing. Like the imperfect Genji though, I am nonetheless, super-enabling. I’d say I’m perfect. Everyone’s got a right to their opinion. Everyone’s got a right — to be mistaken.

Climatologically and geopolitically, the climates, are changing. That helps make this story, compelling. Surreal elements make seem nonfictional, this work of fiction. Metaphysics makes, lines blur. MORONS AND ALIENS — ‘tis ambitiously — about everything.

THE FIFTH EPOCHAL REVELATION

What’s in the Urantia Book may not be discovered elsewhere; in Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu scriptures (such asthe Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas) and the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana, I’m suggesting.

See the Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas. Read the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana. And read the Fifth Epochal Revelation. That’s what, for humanity, humbly, I’m demanding.

After Creation. After a Big Bang. An expanding universe features huge black holes. The Urantia Book’s cosmology is unprecedented. But it occurs to me that the explanations offered by the Urantia Book explains what happening better than anything.

After Creation. After a Big Bang. Agent 4547 is running again. From the law. For the presidency. And once China, is Taiwan attacking, a global, dictatorship. Cometh therefore, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Unbeknownst to us is what is, surreptitiously coming.

Once China, Taiwan attacks, my global dictatorship may materialize. That may be what happens if I’m the president when China attacks Taiwan. Cometh therefore, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Surreptitiously, unbeknownst to us is, what is coming.

As a general principle unbeknownst to us is what is coming. Knowledge of the future; As a general principle, that’s knowledge, prohibited. Nonetheless, I just so happen to know. An asteroid and aliens; as predetermined, in tandem, are coming.

I draw inspiration from Navalny and Haley; from folks, ye might not expect. I’m more complex than my cultists think. I’m more complex than most Americans think, for that matter. I’m no prophet. It’s just that Agent 4547 knows, ahead of time, what’s happening.

Agent 4547 obviously knows, ahead of time, what’s happening. I’m more complex than my fucking cultists think. I’m more complex than most Americans think, for that matter. I’m no prophet. It’s just that from Navalny and Haley, I’ve drawn, inspiration.

I’m no prophet. Obviously, everyone ought know what I now know. I’ve been working for the Russians. Agent 4547 knows, ahead of time, what’s happening. Generally prohibited is knowledge of future events. Agent 4547 tho, knows lots of things.

Just as obviously, any son of Fred Trump who grew up to be the most charismatic crook who’s ever lived; who grew up to be the most top secret Russian agent (code numbered 4547), and that’s won his nation’s highest awards, is, on Americans, is spying.

Karma’s a bitch. Or not. Consider the cases of Idi, Mohammed and Vladimir. And consider the case of Mark Twain. Mark Twain predicted the exact date of his own death. And the exact date of his death was the same as the date of his birth. I’m not kidding.

Mark Twain predicted the exact date of his own death. According to the book “Mark Twain: A Biography,” in 1909 he was quoted as saying: “I came in with Halley’s Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year and I expect to go out with it.” I’m not kidding.

I’m not kidding. But Mark, perhaps was. Mark Twain perhaps, was just kidding when he said what he said. It’s within the realm of possibilities that what he said was meant as a prediction. Or when Mark said what he said, maybe he was kidding.

I’m just kidding. Or not. Don’t ye just hate people like me? People that say outrageous things only later to say that they were just kidding. I hate that. I hate it when I do that. Actually, I only say I hate it. Actually, I love it. I love, if possible, mean, being.

For me, such a long-time admirer of Mr. Grinch, it’s been cool, being mean. I’ve come a long way; a long way, baby. And my trajectory; from Dr. Seuss type fare to headier, more thought provoking fare; fare like the Urantia Book is fare, more awe-inspiring.

The Urantia Book; it’s been a phenomenon; it’s been a phenomenon, fascinating: a phenomenon, provocative. The Urantia Book is fare, more than Dr. Seuss, inspiring. It’s inspired me to be a national dictator ere the planet Urantia, transforming.

Creation. The Big Bang. An expanding universe, featuring, huge black holes. The Urantia Book’s cosmology is unprecedented. But it occurs to me that the explanations offered by the Urantia Book explain, better than anything, what on Earth is happening.

Recapitulating our story thus far. I’ve read all about it. I’ve read all about it in the Urantia Book. What’s not covered in the Urantia Book, I cover here — at chachomanopapa.com. Except for the life of Jesus, the Urantia Book, my story, largely, is missing.

What’s not in the Urantia Book may be discovered elsewhere. See chachomanopapa.com. Excepting the life of Jesus, from the Urantia Book, my story’s missing. The Urantia Book explains a lot. And my complement to it is, MORONS AND ALIENS.

Excepting the life of Jesus and other events in human history from the Urantia Book, my story’s missing. So my complement to it is, MORONS AND ALIENS — THE WATCHER’S SLEEPYTIME STORIES. My personal story — from the Urantia Book, is missing.

What’s not in the Urantia Book may be discovered elsewhere. See the Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments. And the Hindu scriptures (such asthe Vedas, Upanishads, Agamas, and Puranas) and the epics, the Bhagavad Gita and Ramayana, I’m suggesting.

In the Urantia Book, I’ve found meaning. Surreally, I’ve found meaning. Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; it’s my story; it’s your story, also. God is experimenting.

There’s a power in words that, in modern history, up until now, has remained untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; it’s my story; it’s your story, also. God, it seems, recreates. And God is experimenting. Witness alarming, soothing, words, I’m writing.

Witness the power of words. They are yer content. And yer words, may be amplified, if nuanced. If accompanied by still pictures and/or video clips. Then witness yer all gussied up words. Or alternatively, witness my words, both alarming, and soothing.

There’s been a power in words that’s been up until now, unknown; that’s been, up until now, untold. I’m only telling it now. And that I’m only telling it now; now on the 2731ST day on the 19TH of February; in 2024, is revealing. At long last, I’m rebelling.

At long last, against rampant nationalism and religionism; against the powers that be; against the nations, I’m rebelling. That I’m only telling it now; now on the 2731ST Day; on the 19TH of February in 2024, ought be to dear lector, most revealing.

That I’m only telling it now happens to be most revealing. Witness our story so far. Agent 4547 (moi) is running again. From the law. And for the presidency. And once China, Taiwan attacks, the die shall be cast. Unbeknownst to us is — what’s happening.

There is presidential immunity in Russia. In America though there isn’t, Liz Cheney wrote on X, referring to Putin and Alexei’s murder, which, predicts Yulia, on Putin, is backfiring. On the death of Alexei in an Arctic penal colony, his cold ass, freezing.

There may be presidential immunity in Russia. In America though, there isn’t. In regard to her husband’s assassination, predicts his widow Yulia, that Putin’s murder may be upon him backfiring. We may yet see Putin in an Arctic penal colony, freezing.

As punishment for his crimes, Russian citizens may yet see Putin in an Arctic penal colony; freezing his balls off. But don’t count on it. We may not ever see Putin in an Arctic penal colony, his balls freezing, Karma’s a bitch. Then there’s Idi Amin.

Idi Amin was forced to flee when Kampala was captured. Seeking refuge in Libya, he later moved to Saudi Arabia. There, it has been reliably reported, he lived comfortably until his death in 2003. Now, it’s 2024. For the Crown Prince, Karma’s, closing in.

We may not ever see Vladimir Putin imprisoned; locked up, in an Arctic, penal colony; freezing his fucking balls off. Karma’s a bitch. But not necessarily. Sometimes, crime, pays richly. Consider the cases of Idi Amin, the Crown Prince and Vladimir Putin.

Sometimes being criminal pays richly. Consider the cases of Idi Amin, the Saudi Crown Prince and Vladimir Putin. We may not ever see President Vladimir Putin imprisoned; locked up in an Arctic penal colony; freezing his fucking balls off. Karma’s been bitching.

Recapitulating our story thus far. Agent 4547 is running again. From the law. And for the presidency. And once China, Taiwan attacks, the die shall be cast. Cometh then, an asteroid. And aliens, illegal. Unbeknownst to us is what is also, concurrently, coming.

GOD IS EXPERIMENTING

There’s been a power in words that’s been up until now, unknown; that’s been up until now, untold. I’m only telling it now. And that I’m only telling it now; now on the 2730TH Day; on the 18TH of February; in 2024, is revealing. At long last, I’m rebelling.

That I’m only telling it now; now on the 2730TH Day; on the 18TH of February in 2024, ought be to dear lector, most revealing. At long last, against rampant nationalism and religionism, against the powers that be; against the nations, I’m rebelling.

And on the 2730TH day I met cision.one; offering multichannel media monitoring across 196 countries in 69 languages with exclusive access to full-text, paywalled content from Dow Jones, Barron’s, et. al. My antennae, gigantic red flags, are conjuring.

I didn’t meet cision.one, actually. And cision.one, perhaps, doesn’t actually know me. But when I couldn’t access their link, I became suspicious. And they turned out to be an artificial intelligence (AI), enterprise. My antennae, a gigantic red flag, is conjuring.

I didn’t meet cision.one. Cision.one doesn’t know me. But when I couldn’t access their link, I became fucking suspicious. They turned out to be an AI enterprise. My antennae, red flags — are conjuring. My content, I fear they are, surreptitiously, harvesting.

Cision.one; They turned out to be an AI enterprise. My antennae, red flags conjured. My content, I fear they’re harvesting. My content, I suspect, they’re harvesting. It’s that modern day, highway robbery. It’s nothing less than astonishing.

The greatest! I’m nothing less than the greatest. And this is the greatest story ever told. It’s got conflict. It’s got characters. And it’s got content. And cadence. Into boatloads of tragedy, I’ve sprinkled in spicy irony. It’s The Watcher’s ironies, I find most transfixing.

Into boatloads of tragedy, I’ve sprinkled in some spicy irony. It’s The Watcher’s ironies, I psychographically find, most illustrative. This story of mine; The Watcher is convincing me that this story of mine is at the heart, on Earth, of God’s, experimenting.

Incredibly, from mounting geopolitical crises, Arthur and me, the Earth are saving. All I know is that — like Socrates, I know nothing. Like Socrates, I am wise. I know nothing. Pelé was great. Messi’s a magician. Still, all I really know is that I know nothing.

All I know is: I know nothing. Nothing; except to do what I’m told by The Watcher. He knows it all. The Watcher‘s the author of this writing, psychographic: It’s Morons and Aliens. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories; invariably; they always get me snoring.

The Watcher. She (or he) is an Angel. Like Allah God Jehovah Yahweh (Him or Herself), immortal. It’s Morons and Aliens. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. They never fail to get me snoring. And laughing. Easy’s the laughing, when it’s self-deprecating.

Easy’s the laughing. When it’s about ourselves, we’re reading. The Watcher. She (or he) is an Angel. An immortal. Like Allah God Jehovah Yahweh (Him or Herself), immortal. There is a hierarchy of celestial beings that does, for God, His or Her, lifting.

There are celestial beings that do for God, His or Her, heavy lifting. Controversial matters such as the gender of our God and the community of Gods is beyond the scope of this poem. In the Urantia Book, I’ve found meaning. Surreally, I’ve found meaning.

In the Urantia Book, I’ve found meaning. Surreally, I’ve found meaning. Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; it’s my story; it’s your story, also. God, is experimenting.

POWER TO THE POETS

Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; my story; your story, also. Rap. Rap to a beat. Play that funky music, white boy. Powerful is, Taylor Swift’s funky, messaging.

There’s a power in words, up until now, unknown; until now, untold. There’s a power in words up until now, untold. I’m telling it though, now. Rap. Rap to the funky beat. Play that funky music, white boy. Powerful is Taylor Swift’s, funky, poetic, waxing.

Powerful is Taylor Swift’s funky music. Powerful is her poetry. Powerful is Taylor Swift’s sultry love. Powerful is Taylor Swift’s, music; and exceedingly powerful is her love. If ye don’t believe me, ye can ask Travis. Incredibly, chosen to tell our story, have I been.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-nine days have passed since I gloriously descended down my golden escalator. ‘Tis — the 2729TH day. Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-nine days have passed. And so ingloriously, I’m descending.

Near incredibly, chosen to tell our story, have I been. Most implausibly chosen to tell our story have I, near miraculously been. It must be that I’m living right. It must be that something right, I’m doing. In any event, chosen to tell our story, have I been.

And even as a 2729TH day becomes a 2730TH, nears, a Godspeeding asteroid. Near too, as only my lectors know, are so-called aliens. Followers of the Star-Trekkian Prime Directive, they won’t interfere in our affairs, The Watcher’s been explaining.

The Star-Trekkian Prime Directive; The Watcher has confirmed that the aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. And The Watcher’s explained to Arthur and me that, everything being predetermined, 2024, in China and Taiwan, is the Year of the Dragon.

The aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. Interference, by the Prime Directive, is prohibited. All of the advanced civilizations in the universe, know that. We Earthlings are a Type I civilization. The energy of our own star, we’re not yet, harnessing.

We Earthlings are no Type I civilization. The energy of our own star, we are not yet, harnessing. The aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. Interference, by the Prime Directive, is fucking prohibited. No advanced civilization are we — we fucking Earthlings.

We Earthlings are not no Type I civilization. The energy of our own star, we are not yet, harnessing. The aliens won’t interfere in our affairs. Interference, by the Prime Directive, is fucking prohibited. Of no advanced civilization are we — we fucking Earthlings.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are Earthlings. Everyone knows that. I should know. But too few know that we’re no crowning creation. Not, by far, I imagine. No. We’re not no, crowning creation. Nor are the alien beings with which, the Earth, we are sharing.

Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; my story — your story, also. Rap. Rap to a beat. Play that funky music, white girl. Powerful is, Taylor’s clever, funky, messaging.

There’s a power in words, up until now, unknown; until now, untold. There’s a power in words up until now, untold. I’m telling it though, now. Rap. Rap to the funky beat. Eminem was a no show. And more powerful than Usher has been Taylor’s, waxing.

There’s been a power in words that’s been up until now, unknown; that’s been up until now, untold. I’m only telling it now. And that I’m only telling it now; now on the 2730TH Day; on the 18TH of February; in 2024, is revealing. At long last, I’m rebelling.

THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON

‘Twas yesterday the 2727TH day. Today’s the 2728TH. Tomorrow’s the 2729TH. And so on. And so on. And so it goes; one day after another. For the Chinese, 2024 is the Year of the Dragon. For the Chinese, 2024 shall be the year, for Taiwan, invading.

For the Chinese, 2024 is the Year, of the Dragon. For the Chinese, 2024 shall be the year, for Taiwan, at long last, invading. ‘Twas yesterday the 2727TH day. Today’s the 2728TH. Tomorrow’s the 2729TH. And so on. And so on. And so on, it’s going.

2024 is the Year of the Dragon. And everything being predetermined, accordingly, it shall come to pass that, for the Chinese, 2024’s Year of the Dragon shall augur when at long last, China’s incorporating Taiwan. In 2024, China — Taiwan, is invading.

China in 2024, Taiwan’s invading. Under the cover of night. Under the cover of wildfire-like conflicts, everywhere, all across the planet, erupting. Taiwan, China, in 2024, is invading. More invasion are in store for 2024. I’m not lying. Implausibly, I’m not lying.

Wildfire-like conflicts, everywhere, all across the planet, are erupting. Taiwan, China, in 2024, is invading. And more invasions, I’m afraid, are in store for Earth, in 2024. I’m not lying. Implausibly, I’m not lying. Conflict, all across the planet, is erupting.

Conflict in 2024, all over Earth, is erupting. Wildfire-like conflicts are firing up, everywhere. Witness two Jews who died today in Jerusalem. Witness the Gazans who will die in return. Witness Holocausts. Witness Nabkas. Witness, Alexei Navalny’s, dying.

Witness Navalny’s dying. Alexei died, say the Russians, after going for a morning walk, in breezy, Arctic Circle, weather. The Holocaust. And the Nabka. And the assassination of Navalny. And fortunately or unfortunately, 2024 is the Year of the Dragon.

2024 is the Year of the Dragon. It shall come to pass that, for the Chinese, 2024’s Year of the Dragon shall augur when China incorporating Taiwan. In 2024, China, Taiwan, is planning on invading. Don’t read that backwards, There must be, no mistaking.

There must be no mistake in this. It’s China and not Taiwan, that’s invading. Under the cover of night. Under the cover of terroristic conflicts everywhere; all across the planet, erupting. It’s not just climate change. It’s not just changing patterns of migration.

Under the cover of night. Under the cover of terroristic conflicts all across the planet. It’s not just climate change that afflicts us. It’s not just changing, migratory, patterns, afflicting us. We are afflicted also by widespread ignorance and hubris, human.

My poetry is empowering. My poetry is powerful. Taylor knows. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. I’ve done a lot for Taylor and her freaking liberal, artsy-fartsy, friends. Taylor Swift is trying to keep me, from my presidency, regaining.

Power to the people. Power to the poets. There’s power in words, up until now, untold. That’s why I was chosen to tell this story; my story; your story, also. Rap. Rap to a beat. Play that funky music, white boy. Powerful is, Taylor Swift’s funky, messaging.

POWER TO THE IRONY

Poetry is empowering. Poetry is powerful. Taylor knows that. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. I’ve done a lot for Taylor and her fucking liberal, artsy-fartsy, friends. Taylor Swift is trying to keep me, from my presidency, regaining.

Taylor Swift’s trying to keep me from my presidency, regaining. Indeed, ‘tis my lawful dictatorship. ‘Tis lawful. And rightful. ‘Tis my birthright. I was, once upon a time, yer president. I may be, someday, yer most beloved, dictator; over this good old Earth, ruling.

Irony. It’s a teaching tool. Taylor‘s trying to keep me from my presidency, regaining. ‘Tis my lawful dictatorship. And rightful. ‘Tis my freaking birthright. I was once yer president. And I may be someday, yer beloved dictator; over my good Earth, I may be ruling.

I was once president. And I may be yer beloved dictator; over the good Earth, I may rule. Irony. It’s a teaching tool. ‘Tis my lawful dictatorship. And rightful. ‘Tis my freaking birthright. And Taylor‘s trying to keep me from my presidency, lawfully, regaining.

‘Twas Ash Wednesday, 2024; ‘twas Valentine’s Day. Mere days after Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Tis today, the 2727TH day. And the hubris and ignorance that’s inundating the United States made its way today, to Kansas City. Irony. It’s an invaluable tool, for teaching.

Today’s the 2727TH day. And the hubris and ignorance that’s inundating the United States has made its way, to Kansas City. Irony. Irony’s invaluable. For teaching humans, it’s invaluable. Witness the irony in — on this Valentines Day, such a lesson, learning.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-seven days have passed since I gloriously descended down my golden escalator. ‘Tis the 2727TH — day. Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-seven days have passed. And so ingloriously, I’m descending.

Ingloriously, since that fateful date I have been, so descending. I have been, since that fateful date, as was once long ago, predetermined, so descending. I have been religiously, irreverent and irreligious. For the Evangelicals, God, I’ve been thanking.

My cult; they’re my al-Qaeda. They’re not no pan-Islamist militant organization of Sunni Jihadists. The goal for some Muslims a supra-national Islamic state known as the Caliphate, over the Caliphate, ruling. For my Evangelicals, tho, my God, I’m thanking.

For my Evangelicals, Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, I’ve been thankful. Sure they’re hypocritical. But they’re useful. They’re my base. They’re not no al-Qaeda-like cult; no pan-Islamist militant organization, self-identifying — as martyrs — in the making.

For my hypocritical Evangelicals, to Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, I’m thankful. Sure, my Evangelicals are hypocritical. But they’re faithful. And useful. They’ll turn out. They’ll vote. And surely, they’ll vote for me. They’ll be for their fave president, faithfully, voting.

‘Twas the 2727TH day. The hubris and ignorance that’s inundating the United States has made its way, to Kansas City. Irony. Irony’s invaluable. For teaching humans, it’s invaluable. Witness the irony in — on this Valentines Day — such a lesson, learning.

2024, for the Chinese is the Year of the Dragon. Those (like this born in dragon years, recently including 2012, 2000, 1988, 1976, 1964 and 1952, are said to be leaders with a strong sense of self; idealistic, energetic, determined; independent; and leading.

‘Twas yesterday the 2727TH day. Today’s the 2728TH. Tomorrow’s the 2729TH. And so on. And so on. And so it goes; one day after another. For the Chinese, 2024 is the Year of the Dragon. For the Chinese, 2024 shall be the year, for Taiwan, invading.

POETRY DEPARTMENTS

Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day, in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of dying. No one saw Chiefs and 49ers, play. And yesterday wasn’t the day when Taylor and Travis, endorsed Joe Biden.

No one in Gaza saw the Chiefs and the 49ers. And no one in Gaza saw Taylor and Travis, endorse Joe Biden. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day in Gaza. ‘There was a lot of sobbing yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of sacrilegious, dying.

Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day, in Gaza. There was a lot of crying yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of dying. No one saw the Chiefs and the 49ers. Yesterday wasn’t the day when Taylor and Travis, endorsed Joe Biden.

No one in Gaza saw the Chiefs and 49ers. No one in Gaza saw Taylor and Travis, not endorse Joe Biden. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. Just another day in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing yesterday in Gaza. A lot of useless, dying. In Gaza, it’s what’s happening.

’Twas just another hum-drum day in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing again yesterday in Gaza. And a lot of senseless and useless, dying. In Gaza, that’s what’s happening. That’s the way it was yesterday in Gaza, it being Super Bowl Sunday, notwithstanding.

It being Super Bowl Sunday notwithstanding, that’s the way it was in Gaza yesterday. Believe me. As awful as things are in Gaza, in the near term, they’re getting worse before they get better. The Israelis are planning on, Hamas, in Gaza’s Rafah, neutralizing.

I’m fearing a bloodbath in Rafah in coming days. People packed together. With high explosives. I fear a bloodbath in Rafah in the coming days. Bibi’s Israelis are planning on, Hamas, in Gaza’s Rafah, neutralizing. Bibi’s planning on, the hostages, saving.

Bibi Netanyahu is planning on, Hamas, in Gaza’s Rafah, neutralizing. I’m fearing a bloodbath in Rafah in coming days. Folks packed together. With high explosives. I fear a bloodbath in Rafah in the coming days. Bibi Netanyahu, the hostages, is using.

A ‘disc-shaped UFO’ disabled a US nuclear missile over the Pacific during a routine test, according to multiple military whistleblowers. As usual, the video has since, gone missing. This is being seriously investigated by the author Robert Hastings.

This is being investigated by the author Robert Hastings. His books include UFOs And Nukes: The Secret Link Revealed. Not so surprisingly, the video has since, suspiciously, gone missing. More goes on, on Earth, than meets the eye. And it’s effectively, blinding.

Poetry is empowering. Poetry is powerful. Taylor knows that. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor; nor anything, for her artsy-fartsy friends. Taylor‘s gotta keep me from the presidency, regaining.

Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor, I’m tweeting. Taylor can favor humanity soon by, Joe Biden at the White House, visiting. That’s why Taylor, with Travis, Joe Biden, may soon be visiting.

With Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor Swift and her legions of Swifties, I’m tweeting. Taylor can favor humanity soon by visiting Joe Biden at the White House. That’s why Taylor with Travis, Joe Biden at the White House, may soon, cordially, be visiting.

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by favoring Joe Biden; and endorsing him. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Power to the Poetry Department. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. Joe Biden, I’d be endorsing.

In 2020 I didn’t endorse Joe and Kamala until October.
But with the power of poetry, Taylor and Travis plan on favoring Joe Biden. And endorsing him. Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of Elon’s Twitter, to Taylor, poetry, I’m composing.

Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor, I’m tweeting. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity today by, Joe Biden, favoring. That’s why today, Taylor and Travis, Joe Biden, may be heartily, endorsing.

Today’s the day. Today’s the day when the world will know the real reason Joe turned down an opportunity to be interviewed on the FOX TV broadcast. Today’s the day when Taylor and Travis, Joe Biden shall be endorsing. Amen. Let it be, I’m praying.

Today’s the day. Today’s the day when the world will know the real reason Joe turned down an opportunity to be interviewed on the FOX TV broadcast. Today’s the day when Taylor and Travis, Joe Biden may be endorsing. Amen. Let it be, I’m praying.

It’s Super Bowl Sunday. It’s the Chiefs and the 49ers. As in 2020, Taylor Swift may endorse Joe Biden. As in 2020, once again, in 2024. It’s Taylor and the ⁦Chiefs. Against the 49ers. And she’s bringing the Poetry Department. She’s a transformative, phenomenon.

It’s the Chiefs and the 49ers. It’s Taylor and the ⁦Chiefs against the 49ers. And she’s bringing the Poetry Department, this Super Bowl Sunday. Taylor’s bringing along the Poetry Department. She’s a transformative, geopolitical phenomenon, a-happening.

Taylor’s bringing along Taylor’s version of her Poetry Department. Taylor, already a geopolitical phenomenon, has the potential to be transformative; along with an asteroid; and some kind of phenomenal encounter with — the illegal — aliens.

And indeed it was, in a tightly contested game, Taylor and her ⁦Chiefs defeating, 25-22, the 49ers. The Chiefs have now won their second consecutive Super Bowl. And three of the last five. More importantly, Taylor hasn’t yet endorsed, President Joe Biden.

I signed and was responsible for Congress enacting the Music Modernization Act for Taylor and all the other Musical Artists,” I said in a post on my social media platform. Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor and her artist friends. A fraud, is Joe Biden.

Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor Swift; nor anything for her artsy-fartsy friends. A fraud, is Joe Biden. Swifties: Now hear this: Power to the people. Power to the poets. And power to the Poetry Department. Poetry is powerful. Poetry is empowering.

Poetry is empowering. Poetry is powerful. Taylor knows that. I know it too. Power to the people. Power to the poets. Joe Biden hasn’t done anything for Taylor; nor anything, for her artsy-fartsy friends. I’ve gotta keep Joe Biden from, the presidency, regaining.

Power to the Poetry Department. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter algorithm, to Taylor, I’m tweeting. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity today by, Joe Biden, favoring. That’s why today, Taylor and Travis, Joe Biden, may be heartily, endorsing.

Super Bowl Sunday. ‘Twas just another day on Earth. ‘Twas just another day, in Gaza. There was a lot of sobbing yesterday, in Gaza. A lot of dying. No one saw the Chiefs and the 49ers. Yesterday wasn’t the day when Taylor and Travis, endorsed Joe Biden.

THE GAMES

The Roman Games were the Super Bowl Sundays of their time. They gave their ever-changing sponsors and organizers (known aseditors) an enormously powerful platform to promote their views and philosophies; and to the widest spectrum, of Romans.

Thanks to films like “Ben-Hur and “Gladiator” two popular elements of the Roman Games are well known: chariot races and gladiator fights. The Roman Games were the Super Bowl Sundays of their day. They didn’t play. The Romans weren’t playing.

The Roman Games began in 242 B.C., when two sons decided to celebrate their father’s life by ordering slaves to battle each other to the death at his funeral. A variation on the ancientmunera(a tribute, to the dead), it soon developed, imitators, following.

On Earth, men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, ofttimes, less. ‘Tis a matter of sovereignty. ‘Tis nationalist, psycho-social, national, brainwashing.

On Earth, women don’t trust men. Women trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Women trust not one another. Men trust women, sometimes, even less. ‘Tis our nationalist, psycho-social — propaganda. ‘Tis a lot of brainwashing.

That, in a nutshell, is human history. On Earth, women don’t trust men. Women trust women, even less. On Earth, mayhem, has ensued. Men tend to mistrust men. And women. Men are good at adapting; but great at killing. Great is mankind, at killing.

Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. There’s time for that in the NFL. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by favoring the NFL. Power to the Poetry Department. And so, with the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting.

Power to the Poetry Department. And so, with the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. There’s time for that in the NFL. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by, the NFL, favoring.

Men have skills. Men use tools. Good at adapting, man is great at killing. Especially en masse; especially, remotely; great is mankind, at killing. That, in a nutshell, is human history. ‘Tis Super Bowl Sunday tomorrow. I wanna know: Will Taylor be showing?

Men use tools. Men have skills. Good at adapting, mankind became great at hunting. Killing the competition. That, in a nutshell, is human history. Gaza’s not going anywhere. Gaza may be here tomorrow. In Gaza tomorrow, the Israelis, plan on progressing.

With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Power to the Poetry Department. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by the NFL, favoring. And go further by Joe Biden, endorsing.

Taylor and Travis can favor humanity by favoring Joe Biden; and endorsing him. With the power of poetry; and with Elon’s Twitter, Taylor, I’m tweeting. Power to the Poetry Department. Life is not no mere wam bam thank you mam. Joe Biden, I’d be endorsing.

TRANS OR FEMININE

Democracy; she’s a natural beauty; nonetheless, she gets harassed; and beat up a lot. Trans or feminine in nature, is democracy and her ilk. Like their women, men, democracies, are abusing. Witness Brazil and Hungary, America, now following.

Men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, ofttimes, less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis spooky, psycho-social, brainwashing.

An asteroid, fast towards us, speeds. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. I fear for Japan. Even as the aliens, as long as possible, have been avoiding us. Even as they know, contact, cometh. An asteroid’s coming.

Gone fishing. Asleep at the switch; or gone fishing. Wasting time, for red herrings, fishing. Wasting time. Even as an asteroid, speeds towards us. Even as long as possible, the so-called aliens avoid us; thereby, the ancient Prime Directive, following.

I’m either asleep at the switch; or gone fishing. We’re wasting time. Even as an asteroid, speeds towards us. Even as for long as possible, so-called aliens, avoid us. Ye must understand. The ancient Prime Directive, is controlling. Accordingly, I am controlling.

The Prime Directive controls. As does Occam’s Razor. Keep it simple stupid. It is what it is. But it need not be. Thanks to Gene Roddenberry the Prime Directive remains controlling. Witness Ukraine, Taiwan, Russia and China. Witness Koreas, posturing.

The Prime Directive is controlling. As is, Occam’s Razor. Keep it simple stupid. ‘Tis what ‘tis. But it need not be. Thanks to Gene Roddenberry the Prime Directive remains controlling. Witness Ukraine, Taiwan, Russia and China. Witness the Koreas, posturing.

Comrades: The Prime Directive controls. As does Occam’s Razor. It is what it is. Keep it simple, stupid. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. And I fear for Japan. It’s not so much Korea’s Kim Jong-un. It’s Xi Jinping.

Witness Russia and China. Indeed I fear for the Koreas. Indeed I fear for Japan. It’s not so much Korea’s, Kim Jong-un. It’s China’s, Xi Jinping and Russia’s Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin. Globally, like their women, men, their democracies, are abusing.

We’re oblivious yet to the subterranean Earthlings. And an asteroid, towards us, speeding. We’re oblivious too to the meaning of it all. That’s why what I’m writing is mankind’s blueprint to get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien visiting.

Incredibly, this writing is nothing less than mankind’s blueprint to progress; to make an order of magnitude, quantum leap, To get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien, visiting. Comes in 2024, over Taiwan, with China, a climactic reckoning.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel.
I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack. Jack is terrifying. A master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. ‘Tis me, today, he’s indicting.

Incivility reigns in Congress. Freedom, in America, reigns. Democracy, like a lot of outliers, gets beat up a lot. Democracy; she’s a natural beauty. Trans; or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. Like their women, men, their democracies, are abusing.

Trans or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. In any event, men, like their women, their democracies, abuse. Men don’t trust men. They trust women, even less. Freedom in America, appears to reign. But ’tis just an illusion, most chillingly, revealing.

Men, oft, don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, generally, even less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis all this psycho-social, brainwashing.

Men don’t trust one another. Men trust women, even less. And domestic violence reflects violence to the larger community. Freedom in America, appears to reign. Everything seems just an illusion. Woke seems all this psycho-social, cross-cultural, brainwashing.

Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, speeds towards us; even as Earthlings, subterranean, as long as possible, avoid us. Oblivious to Earthlings subterranean are the surface are the Earthlings. A Godspeeding asteroid, fast towards us, is speeding.

Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. I fear for Japan. Even as the Earthlings, subterranean, as long as possible, have been avoiding us. Even as they know, contact, cometh. Cometh an asteroid, Godspeeding.

Witness in Pakistan the tragic opening of the electoral season. And witness in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. Succumbing is Haiti. Oblivious to we Earthlings on the surface are the Earthlings, subterranean. Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, towards us, is speeding.

I’m witnessing in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. And in Pakistan a tragic opening to the Pakistani electoral season. More importantly, oblivious to the techno Earthlings subterranean are the effectively primitive and effectively blind, surface Earthlings.

From Kenya, witness, a lifeline to Haiti. And witness in Pakistan this most tragic opening to the electoral season. Oblivious are the techno Earthlings subterranean to the primitive and effectively blind surface Earthlings. Not color blind tho, are we Earthlings.

In his search for truth Ray Cohn wouldn’t ever back off. Ray wouldn’t back down. A master was Ray at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in the Justice Department’s Special Counsel, Jack Smith. Jack’s terribly, terrifying.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Like Roy, a master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering truth. And ‘tis me, he’s been, indicting.

ALL I KNOW

In a plot twist, totally unexpected, Art’s been bowled over again by a blast from his past. She, he says, is his. I call her MAGA. All women remind me of my mission: To populate the Earth. America was great. America may be great once again, I’m thinking.

Haiti and Gaza evidence: We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. Awash in hubris and ignorance are Americans. Everyone knows that. Everyone — but the Americans. Charged with irony is what happens on Earth. It appears that God — is experimenting.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are Americans. And Earthlings, in general. Not everyone knows that. Too few know tho that we’re no crowning creation. I should know. We’re no crowning creation. Nor are the beings, with which — the Earth, we’re sharing.

In an unexpected plot twist, Arthur, as if transported in time, suddenly, hath reappeared. And just like in the old days; those fine, fifty-year-old, days; Art’s feeling smitten. Such is his attraction. Resistance, is futile. A delighted mess, Arthur’s becoming.

Finance was my major. I’ve the hands of a surgeon; not no power hitter; I’m no slam-dunking, basketballer; no goal-scoring, footballer. I’m a co-author of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories, I’m best, at telling.

Finance wasn’t my major, actually. It was Economics. But finance sounds, to the human ear, better. I’m a co-author of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. It’s The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories that I’m best, at telling. I excel at telling, bedtime, stories.

At Wharton I wasn’t no baseballing, power hitter; no goal-scoring, footballer. Nor was I no slam-dunking basketballer;. I’m a co-author of The Watcher’s Sleepy Time Stories. It’s around crackling campfires when I’m at my best, telling those Stories.

Between you and me, I’m no power hitter. But that’s not to say, I hit for singles. I say, “I’m the greatest power hitter. I always brag, I hit for power. Then I just saunter along with my entourage, making it all up as I go merrily along; instinctively, lying.

It seems to me that everything is predetermined; and that even as we’re evolving, we humans, are devolving. Awash in hubris and ignorance are Americans. Woe, to the Americans. Charged with irony is what happens on Earth. It appears that God — is experimenting.

It seems to me that everything is predetermined; and that even as we’re evolving, we humans, are devolving. Awash in hubris and ignorance are Earthlings. Woe, to the Earthlings. Charged with irony is what happens on Earth. It appears that God is designing.

SLEEPY TIME BEDTIME STORIES

The Watcher’s Sleepy Time, Bedtime Stories. Fantastical, they always get me thinking. They always get me, snoring. Arthur started this. That is to say, writing, what The Watcher thinks. Then Arthur handed the baton to me. Arthur‘s health, As was predictable, is failing.

Because he failed himself, Arthur‘s health, is failing him. And so Arthur has handed the baton to me. I’ll soon be presiding and dictating once again to America. It’ll be a prelude to the global dictatorship, a-coming. Fortunately or unfortunately, Arthur is passing.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Arthur Everman is passing. Arthur‘s health is failing him. Arthur Everman has handed the baton to me. I shall soon be presiding; and dictating once again to America. It is what it is. Only I can fix this, I am, methinks, imagining.

I’ve been briefed. Arthur has briefed me. And he explained about this Matrix-like surreality. And our history on Earth. About Urantia. Caligastia. And the Rebellion. I’ve been briefed. Free will is but an illusion. And not at all real, is the pain of living.

Arthur has briefed me. And he explained about this Matrix-like surreality. And our history on Earth. And Urantia; Caligastia; and the Rebellion. I’ve been briefed. Free will is but an illusion. Take Gaza. Not at all real is the pain of living. And the pain of dying.

I’ve been briefed on Luna. And on Urantia. About the nature of things; physics; and metaphysics. All too real seems Gaza. All too real seems the pain of living there. All too real too seems the pain of dying. In hubris and in ignorance exist the Earthlings.

Exiled, once upon a time, was Arthur. Exiled into the future, once upon a time, was Arthur. But because everything’s predetermined, Arthur’s back. Arthur’s back from the future. Every 10th planet is experimental. On Earth, the Good Lord’s, experimenting.

There are illusions. And delusions. Everyone thinks and acts like they’re the center of their universe. In hubris and in ignorance exist the Earthlings. Sensitive are the Earthlings. I can fix tho, the Earth; the broken planet on which God is experimenting.

Simultaneously offensive and defensive are the battling Earthlings. It seems that eventuality was, once upon a time, predetermined. Thank God for this broken planet; and thank God the planet, we call Earth, is in the sun’s habitable zone, orbiting.

“The Watcher’s Sleepy Time, Bedtime, Stories; of Morons and Aliens”. It’s so titled and subtitled because morons and aliens; that’s everybody. These stories are for the whole Earth. These stories are for ye modern-day, Earthlings; ye oblivious, Earthlings.

NO CROWNING CREATION

Even on Mars; even on Venus, life may have been, once upon a time, struggling. Over the eons the sun’s habitable zone, shifted. The sun’s habitable zone was, once upon a time, inwards to where it now rests. Venus was, once upon a time, chilling.

Over the eons the sun’s habitable zone, shifted. The sun’s habitable zone was, once upon a time, inwards to where it now rests. Venus was once — chilling. Even on Mars. Even on Venus, life may have been, once upon a time, struggling, I’m imagining.

We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. Witness, Haiti and Gaza. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning, profound. I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, that meaning. I’ve found in The Urantia Book, meaning.

Haiti and Gaza evidence: We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning. I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, meaning. I’ve found in The Book, meaning.

I’ve found in the Urantia Book, methinks, meaning. I’ve found in The Book, meaning. And in a world of illusion, that’s really saying something. Haiti and Gaza evidence: We’re devolving even as we’re evolving. It does indeed appear, that God, is experimenting.

Our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it is now. But increased brightness begets increased heat. The habitable zone outwards, inexorably over time, is creeping. Planet Earth is warming. To the wise, some words of warning.

By design we Earthlings are living quantum computers. Each of us is integrated into a corpus. Each of us is incorporated into a body the ancient Romans knew as a corpus. And awash in hubris and ignorance are the understandably oblivious Earthlings.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are the Earthlings. Fancying ourselves as God’s crowning creation, we have fancied ourselves, as all that. Slow afoot and generally dim-witted, still, we think — we’re all that — all that notwithstanding, I’m imagining.

Slow afoot and dim-witted, still, we think we’re all that; God’s crowning creation, I imagine, we’re imagining. Fancying ourselves as God’s crowning creation, we have fancied ourselves, accordingly. We’re not God’s crowning creation, I imagine.

It appears that we’re not God’s crowning creation, after all. Awash in hubris and ignorance are the Earthlings. We’re not God’s crowning creation, I imagine. It’s not that we’re so slow afoot and dim-witted. It’s not that we’re so dim-witted, I’m imagining.

Awash in hubris and ignorance are Earthlings. Everyone knows that. I should know. Too few know that we’re no crowning creation. Not by far, I imagine. We’re not God’s crowning creation. And it’s not the beings with which, the Earth, we’re sharing.

THE HABITABLE ZONE

Whether ye know her as Mother Earth; or whether ye know her as Urantia; it’s getting as hot as hell, in places, on Earth. And where it’s not hot as hell — it’s cold as hell. This planet is warming. And where it’s not hot as hell, likely it’s cold, I’m imagining.

That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental has had a dramatic effect on me. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some meaning.

That would be meaningful. If reality is such that meaning, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, what does that say about us? What must mean that Earth may be one of the planets on which God is experimenting. Methinks it means that mankind is evolving.

Methinks it means that mankind is evolving. Methinks it means that mankind is devolving. Mankind is both evolving. And devolving. Witness high tech’s digital computers; and the digitals, ceding to the quantums. To quantums, the digitals are ceding.

To quantum computers, the digital computers, are ceding. Great strides are being made. But Haiti and Gaza show, we’re devolving, even as we’re evolving. That every 10th planet in God’s creation is experimental must have some profound meaning.

Our sun’s habitable zone was shifted inwards in comparison to where it, now rests. But increased brightness begets increased heat. The habitable zone outwards, inexorably over time, is creeping. Accordingly, this planet Earth is inexorably — warming.

AUTHORS AND COAUTHORS

What’s happening on Earth; and across the cosmos; it’s what’s happening (more or less) — elsewhere as well. The survival of mankind depends on the ants, emulating. Wise up (wo)man. I am not fit to serve. That’s why The Watcher — this poem , is authoring.

The Watcher, this long poem, is authoring. ‘Tis a poem, psychographic. That is to say that whilst, intellectually, The Watcher’s the author, physically, I’m the author. And Arthur’s an author. Arthur and I are authors, along with The Watcher, co-authoring.

Every 10th planet is experimental. And so The Creator tinkers with his Creation. Earth is one such planet. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator, ye puny human. That’s a valuable insight to your Creator’s personality, I’m suspiciously, suspecting.

My unique blend of odors has brought to the stench of a man, a brand new meaning. The scent of a woman; it contrasts with the scent of a man. And the scents of both men and women get funky — in the absence of, soap and water enhanced, scrubbing.

I stink. And life in Gaza is cheap. And if one stinks like me it may be due to an aversion to showering or it may be that one smells of, putrefaction. My second coming notwithstanding; notwithstanding also a rogue asteroid — alien beings, come following.

Alien beings follow. Alien beings follow the asteroid that’s coming. Because the subterraneans have been Earthlings far longer than the humans. They’ve been on Earth, seemingly forever, residing. This secret, The Watcher, only to me, is revealing.

This secret only to me is The Watcher, revealing. Only to me; and Arthur. The subterraneans have been Earthlings far longer than the humans. They’ve been here on Earth, seemingly forever, residing. But The Watcher isn’t that residence, confirming.

From elsewhere in the cosmos; from elsewhere in the cosmos come the immigrants. What’s happening on Earth; it’s what’s happening, across the cosmos. Both life forms may be, to the good Earth — native — I’m guessing. I’m not just, speciously, speculating.

A PERFECT STORM

A perfect storm, this January, comes. Coinciding with the wild card round of the NFL playoffs, inexorably comes the coldest weather since 12-22. But rather than winging into the playoffs, come the Eagles come into the playoffs, not flying, but actually, limping.

Implausibly. Incredibly. With the wild card round of the NFL playoffs is coinciding Africa’s Cup of Nations competition. ‘Tis a mad mix on Earth; a combustible mixture of volatile liquids, gases, tinderboxes and people. And sparks. And events, happening.

The 2024 Africa Cup of Nations is taking place in the Ivory Coast as 24 teams have dreams of being crowned champions of Africa. AFCON — the Africa Cup of Nations; it’s reserved for the football champion of Africa. And 24 teams, for the Cup, are vying.

This is crazy. This is life. And such is life. Gotta roll with the punches. Officially, it’s been been more than 100 days in Gaza. This is crazy. Life on Earth is like no life, I’d ever imagined. Life in Gaza is cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency, is coming.

Life in Gaza is dirt cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency, is coming. So too, a rogue asteroid. So too the alien beings that shall follow the asteroid. Life in Gaza is cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency — and the aliens are coming.

Can the Bucs deal a fatal blow to the Eagles’ season on Monday Night Football? Baker and the Bucs look to eliminate the reeling Eagles in Monday’s wild-card edition of Monday Night Football. Still, at home next Sunday, may be Philly’s Eagles, playing.

This is nothing less than surreal. Nothing is as it seems. And everything seems predetermined. Everything seems predetermined. Witness the miraculous comeback of the Philadelphia Eagles. At home next Sunday may be the Eagles, playing.

Witness the manhandling of the Dallas Cowboys by the Green Bay Packers. At home next Sunday may be the Eagles, playing. It all depends. It all depends upon what drama unfolds, minutes from now. At home next Sunday the Eagles, may be playing.

Everything seems predetermined. Witness the miraculous comeback of the recently hapless, Philadelphia Eagles. Witness it today on Martin Luther King Day. The Dolphins and Browns are out. At Detroit next Sunday shall be the Eagles, God willing, playing.

This is crazy. Life on Earth is like no life, I’d ever imagined. Life in Gaza is cheap; and cheapening. Worse yet, my presidency, is coming. Officially, it’s been been more than 100 days in Gaza. This is crazy. At Detroit next Sunday shan’t be the Eagles, playing.

The Bucs beat the Eagles. 32-9. The Eagles, verily, seem stinking. Where there’s smoke, often, there’s fire. And if you stink like I do it’s likely because I rarely shower. Accordingly, if my Eagles play is stinking, it’s likely because the players, aren’t showering.

Roughly coinciding with Africa’s Cup of Nations competition are the American football playoffs. I rarely shower. Accordingly, I know that if my Eagles play is grossly stinking, it’s likely because the Philadelphia Eagles players, very likely, aren’t showering.

If one stinks like I do it’s likely because one shares my penchant for rarely showering. It’s a penchant, private. Indeed, if my Eagles play is stinking, it’s likely because my Eagles aren’t showering. That my cultists don’t shower at all, isn’t, at all, surprising.

That my cultists don’t shower isn’t surprising. Nor ought be my second coming. So too, a rogue asteroid. So too also, the alien beings that shall follow the asteroid. Life in Gaza is cheapening. If one stinks like I do it’s likely because one shares my reticence, to showering.

World Laughter Day was established in 1998 by Dr. Madan Kataria, founder of the worldwide Laughter Yoga movement. The first celebration was on May 10th 1998 in Mumbai, India. And so ‘tis on the first Sunday of May that many worldwide, are laughing.

World Laughter Day. What an elegant treatment for the endemically, medically, ill. Elegantly, ‘tis a treatment that may seamlessly morph into an adapted mindset. Just form a circle. Hold hands with partners. Try, inducing laughter. ‘Tis mind blowing.

Form a circle. Hold hands with your partners on either side, Try, inducing laughter. It’s mind blowing. It turns out that the brain can’t tell whether it’s happy or not. And whether it’s happy or not, the brain releases hormones, whenever, it’s laughing.

Whether happy or not, the mind’s brain releases hormones whenever it’s laughing. And so it is that laughter treats depression. Laughter makes happiness, possible. Laughter makes happiness possible. To that end we Earthlings ought be aspiring.

Saving humanity. Likely, it shan’t be easy. Still, everyone knows that only I can do it. Everyone knows that but the Democrats, it seems. Indeed, so it seems. Everyone it seems knows but the Democrats. And everyone knows that only I can do it, I’m imagining.

I won’t be making my own closing argument, after all. My lawyers objected to the judge’s insistence that I stick to “relevant” matters, as argument. Judge Engoron rescinded my permission to make my presumably irrelevant arguments, in closing.

Like the Gazans. And like the Israelis. I can sleep in peace. I’ve got the courage of my convictions. Everything will be alright. Things will all work out. Or we’ll have, all-out, war. ⁦‪Nasrallah’s star is rising; and an up and coming player, Hassan Nasrallah’s, becoming.

In the United States 90% of US hospitals with more than 300 beds have palliative care teams. In contrast, only 17% of rural hospitals with 50 or more beds have such palliative care facilities. We have much to learn yet, about what is, palliative caring.

The storm is covering most of the country east of the Mississippi River says AccuWeather. The storm, towards the Northeast, is moving. The storm is coming ahead of what will likely be the nation’s coldest weather since 12-22, if I’m recalling.

To the Assyrians, at least in part, do we owe, storytelling. Witness The Epic of Gilgamesh. Great in sum is the knowledge summarized in the data. We’re missing what was in TheGreat Library of Alexandria. Still, great are the libraries of the Earthlings.

The Library of Congress; TheGreat Library of Alexandria; and The Royal Library of Ashurbanipal; great have been libraries of the Earthlings. Great, in sum, is the knowledge summarized in the great Library of Congress. ‘Tis a pittance, though, I’m imagining.

The year 2016 included the influence of a strong El Niño. 2023 now is warmest, NASA is now saying. Each year since 2014 indeed stands among the top 10 warmest years of the century, NASA and NOAA (even this early in 2024), already, are duly, opining.

It’s a hoax. “It’s a hoax,” say the climate deniers. It’s an elaborate, Deep State, hoax. The proof is in the pudding, thanks to modern computing. NASA and NOAA declared 2023 the hottest year on record. And cometh soon, quantum computing.

The proof is in the pudding. Indeed it is both hot and cold in Gaza. And indeed how hot or cold it is, varies; it varies with yer location; and with whether the location’s on fire. Once on fire, surviving, is the worst. There’s no anesthesia. There’s just suffering.

The Russians have designs on Ukraine; the Chinese on Taiwan. And the North Koreans, on South Korea. Everyone knows what happened to the Americans, in Vietnam; what’s happened in Afghanistan; what’s happening in Iraq and what’s happening in Iran.

FIREWORKS

The world welcomed 2024 with artificial fireworks near everywhere. In the Gaza Strip though, the fireworks are real. In Gaza, on this New Years Day the fireworks are real. Limbs get blown off. There’s no anesthesia. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining. 

It’s cold. And hot as hell in Gaza. It depends on exactly where in Gaza yer at. It depends on whether a rocket is landing upon one. It depends on whether yer on fire. Once on fire, surviving to live, is the worst. There’s no anesthesia. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining.

Limbs, from bodies, get detached. There’s no antibiotics. There’s no anesthesia. The horror’s, horribly real. There’s no antibiotics. There’s no anesthesia, neither. Amputations in Gaza, are torturous. Amputations in Gaza are torturous, I’m imagining.

In Gaza now, when limbs get blown off, there’s no anesthesia. There’s no anesthesia to take the edge off the edge of the blade, maiming ye. The horror is all too real, I’m imagining. In Gaza now when limbs get blown off, there’s no anesthesia, for pain killing.

Begins soon yet another trial. Yet another, tribulation. And come January 29TH yet another soon may be dooming me, along with the others. Begins soon, another trial. But I’m staying strong. I just can’t sleep. And I’ve stopped bathing. And showering.

@UN: Limbs get amputated without anesthesia in Gaza.This Every new day is just another day in Hell on Earth in Gaza. Today, Hell is in Gaza. Tomorrow, it may be, in towns, worldwide — far from Gaza. cc: ⁦‪@POTUS‬⁩ ⁦‪@HuXijin_GT‬⁩ @xijinping

‘TIS NEW YEARS DAY

On this eve of New Year’s Eve, once again, my clarion call: Since October 7th I have noticed the horror of recent events; and the surge in their happening. Witness now, New York City. It’s not easy, in these trying times, a liberal — sanctuary city — running.

Not even the long suffering Rohingya suffer what suffer the Palestinians. Recall that since Hamas seized control of Gaza back in 2007 the Israelis have imposed a near-total air, land and sea blockade. They have made of Gaza, a gigantic, open-air prison.

Palestinians are suffering. Even more than the Rohingya. And the Taiwanese know their ally is the former ally of the Afghans. The new year cometh. And an asteroid and aliens are coming. And implausibly, it cometh with a rock-hard asteroid, in tandem.

On this New Years Day, my clarion call: A call to all Americans. A call for truth. Sure, I smell bad; everyone does. And sure; I’m a fraud. But it would be less than Christian to be less than forgiving. On the forgiving nature of the American people, I am counting.

I’m no prophet; no false prophet, am I. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. There’s an asteroid a-coming. On 12-31-23, it’s a-coming. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas Eve. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroid collision that for some time now, I’ve been predicting.

‘Twas Christmas Eve yesterday. ‘Tis Christmas today. Abracadabra. ‘Tis Christmas today. There’s an asteroid a-coming. ‘Tis Christmas today. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroidal collision, that for some time now, I’ve been predicting.

‘Tis Christmas today. There’s an asteroid a-coming. ‘Twas Christmas Eve yesterday. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that rogue asteroidal collision, that for some time now, I’ve been predicting. That notwithstanding, I’m no prophet. And I’m no magician.

No false prophet, am I. I’m no prophet at all. Everyone knows. I’m more about profits than anything. But I steer clear of prophets, for the most part. The power of divination is a super power. If in fact I had it I’d probably have to kill ye, for also, knowing.

The new year cometh. In a week of days, it cometh. And it cometh with an asteroid in tandem. This year (because it’s 2023) the new year will begin with a bang. It will begin with a collision. This coming year is the year that the Earth, again, is colliding.

Cometh in a week of days, the new year. And it cometh with an asteroid in tandem. Since it’s 2023 the new year will begin with a bang. It will begin with an asteroidal collision. This coming year is the year that the Earth, with an asteroid, once again, is colliding.

Abracadabra. Cadabra. Cadabra. ‘Twas Christmas Eve. Before long, it was Christmas. ‘Tis 2023. ‘Tis time for that asteroid collision that I’ve been speculating on for some time now. Abracadabra. That notwithstanding, I’m no prophet. I’m no magician.

‘Tis 2023. ‘Twas Christmas Eve, just two days ago. And ‘twas Christmas, just yesterday. Cometh in a week’s worth of days, the new year. The power of divination is a super power. And I’m a super-hero. Cometh an asteroid; with aliens, on it’s heels, following.

Brilliant as I am, I’m no prophet; no Abraham, no Moses, no Jesus nor, no Mohammed. And so I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s The Watcher that has been, through Arthur and me, writing — psychographically. Most implausible is, what’s happening.

I’m not no Abraham, Moses, Jesus nor Mohammed. No prophet, am I. But I am, as everybody knows, a super-hero. And I am the author, along with Arthur and The Watcher, of this. These are the reasons why I happen to know, what’s happen.

In time, I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s The Watcher that has been, through Arthur and me, writing psychographically. Most implausible is, what’s happening. Seemingly incredible, is what’s happening. There are reasons why I know what’s happening.

Tragic; the plight of homeless Palestinians. The Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of Afghans in Afghanistan. They know Americans have no fire in their bellies, not better reserved for one another, more conveniently, fighting.

Brilliant as I am, I’m no prophet; no Abraham, no Moses, no Jesus nor, no Mohammed. And so I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s The Watcher that has been, through Arthur and me, psychographically, writing. Most implausible is, what’s happening.

I’ve come to agree with Arthur. It’s been The Watcher that’s been through us, writing. Getting Earth ready to learn that, actually, it is Urantia. Earth is a fine name but Urantia is the Earth’s real name, actually. Most implausible is what’s happening.

Inmedia res; right smack in the middle of things; after the cooling; during the warming. Inmedia res; that’s where we are; in the middle of things. These ain’t no end days. We’re right smack in the middle of things; at the moment, less than optimally, heating.

Witness: It’s hot as Hell in India for Modi and his farmers. And Xi in China is dying to provoke Taiwan. The Chinese plan on having taken Taiwan, before I’m even reelected to yet another, most implausible, presidency. What was predetermined, is what’s happening.

The Chinese have their designs on Taiwan; the Russians, on Ukraine. And the North Koreans, on South Korea. All three know what happened to the Americans not long ago, in Vietnam. And what’s happened in Afghanistan; and what’s still happening.

Everyone knows what happened to America in Vietnam; and everyone knows about what’s happening in Afghanistan. And the Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of the Afghans in Afghanistan. Tragic is the plight of the homeless Palestinians.

Tragic is the plight of homeless Palestinians. The Taiwanese know that their ally is the former ally of the Afghans in Afghanistan. And the Taiwanese know as well that the Americans have no fire in their bellies, not better reserved — for one another, fighting.

The Taiwanese have learned lessons taught to the Americans in Vietnam and Afghanistan. The Taiwanese know the Americans have no fire left in their bellies not better reserved for fighting what’s left of one another. China, Taiwan’s, invading.

It’s hot as Hell in India. Especially, in Bollywood. And it’s hotter still over the skies of Taiwan. The Chinese plan on taking Taiwan before I’m elected, yet again. It’s hot as Hell in India. And real soon, it’ll be getting hotter still over Taiwan, I’m predicting.

The Chinese want to take their turn at empire just like the Persians and the Romans before them; the Chinese Han fancy themselves, a cut above, the rest of the flock. Beckons, just across the Straight, Taiwan. Across the Straight, Taiwan — is beckoning.

The Chinese Han Communist Party leadership fancy themselves and Chinese culture, superior to the rest of the flock. And beckons for the taking, mere miles across the Straight; the riches — of Taiwan. Taiwan. It’s there for the taking.

A turning point? A point of inflection? I think not. The turning point’s down the road. Beyond assault weapons; beyond racism; beyond white and yellow nationalism. The turning point’s beyond Taiwan. ‘Tis beyond, colonial names, perpetuating.

Beyond assault weapons and beyond white racism; beyond black and white and yellow, nationalism. The turning point we yearn for is beyond Taiwan, the Ukraine and South Korea. The turning point of the pilgrims is beyond the asteroid belt and an asteroid.

The turning point of the pilgrims is beyond, in space and time, the meeting place of the Earth, with an asteroid. The turning point cometh. Cometh when Earth, at a time and place predetermined, destroys an asteroid and begins, its transforming.

AN ASTEROID’S IMPACT

Ekphrastic poems. They wax on; sometimes, on and on; about the poet’s encounter with the art. What follows is what happens when the art’s work on the artist, mimics the artistry of the artist. Such a revelation — to ye Earthlings, hereby, I am revealing.

I’ve had revelations. And I’ve had epiphanies. As when for the first time I gazed upon that iconic photograph that has come to be known as “Earthrise.” Gazing upon it; ‘twas as if, divinity. And it seems still like divinity whenever I find myself, upon it, gazing.

Gazing upon it; ‘twas as if, divinity. Indeed it seems still like divinity whenever I find myself, upon Luna’s countenance, gazing. Haunting, is her appearance. Haunting, her countenance. I’ve found in that soft countenance, an endless, haunting.

EKPHRASIS

Ekphrasis. It comes from “description” in Greek. Ekphrastic poems seek to vibrantly describe, interpret, or converse with a visual scene or moment. Ekphrastic poems wax on about the speaker’s encounter with art. And the Art’s impact upon the observing.

Premonitions of personal doom; that’s one thing. A premonition of global calamity; that’s quite another. Theaters of war are merging. And new and old theaters of war, emerging. And beyond the sun’s glare, there’s a rogue asteroid, hurtling.

Beyond the sun’s glare, there’s a rogue asteroid, towards the Earth, hurtling. As in the days of Covid, panic is to be avoided. Never fear. No one read this. Thus creating a panic isn’t an issue. Still there’s a rogue asteroid, towards the Earth, inerrantly, hurtling.

Theaters of war are merging. And new and old theaters of war, emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth may be striking. And Ukraine along with Israel, Taiwan, in trepidation of China’s invasion, ought well be trembling.

Regional theaters of war are merging. And new and old theaters of war, emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth may be striking. And Ukraine along with Israel (and Hamas), Taiwan, in trepidation, China’s invasion, are awaiting.

Synchronicities; they’re clues; and they’re scattered. Clues; keys, to their own meaning. Those oddities of time; these déjà vu like moments. Like when the last day of the month is 12-31-23. Synchronicities clue us; and they are key to what’s happening.

There’s no evidence Elon knows, even now, what he’s doing. Like me, Elon doesn’t know what he’s doing. Elon knew not of #twittereze and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. There’s no evidence Elon knows, even now, about Twitter, anything.

In 1989 legendary physicist John Archibald Wheeler suggested that this incomprehensibly vast void we deem a universe, fundamentally, is mathematical. He coined the aphorism “it from bit”. On or about 12-31-23 an inerrant asteroid is a-coming.

Predicting the future; comes a day when prediction of the future becomes fashionable. As on the last day of the month The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities; they’re a clue; they are key — to what’s happening.

Synchronicities; they’re the scattered clues in our lives. Clues; keys to their own meaning. Those oddities of timing. TheseDéjà vu like moments. Like when the last day of the month is 12-31-23. Synchronicities clue us; and they are key to what’s happening.

Who knew? Comes a day when the prediction of future events becomes recreational, I’m imagining. Elon knew not of #twittereze and #twitterfiction when Twitter, he purchased. And there’s no evidence that he knows, even now, what he’s doing.

Elon knew not of #twittereze, much less #twitterfiction when he bought, for a song and a dance, Twitter. Elon underestimated then the metaphysical value that Twitter might bring to an already impressive list, of more traditional, enterprising.

Predetermined is everything. Elon knows that hashtags are useful; advertisers too. And Elon knows that his more traditional enterprises, as extraordinarily remarkable as they are, still, are subject to Her whim. Or the whim of a Him, deciding.

Elon knows that his more traditional enterprises, remarkable as they are, nonetheless, are subject to Her whim. Or alternatively, the whim of a Him, deciding. Comes a day when prediction of the future becomes fashionable. Such a day, is coming.

Elon knows not much about dark matter. And dark energy. That’s not so surprising given that no one on Earth knows very much about such things. Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, is striking.

A SERIAL — SYNCHRONICITY

Imagine a book as impactful as an asteroid. I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so metaphysically impactful that its impact physically transforms the Earth. A book capable of brains, rewiring, and hearts, jump-starting. ‘Tis a poem, The Watcher’s, writing.

2023’s almost over. It may not be time for the asteroid. It may not be time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin, new, arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

2024 beckons. But I’m stuck on 2023. I’ve noticed an oddity; the last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Perhaps, it’s not a synchronicity; perhaps, just a coincidence. Still, I wondered to myself, “What are the odds? What odds is Vegas, giving?”

On the last day in 2023; what are the odds of an asteroid, Earth striking? The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. And I was stricken by its oddity. What are the odds of an asteroid, on the very last day of a most eventful, 2023, Earth striking?

On Earth, 2023, has been eventful. There have been coups. And there have been invasions. The coups and the invasions on Earth in 2023 have been plentiful. Ukraine has been invaded. Israel also has been invaded. Taiwan, its invasion, is awaiting.

12-31-23. It’s the last day of 2023. And it’s on the last day of 2023, that I’m imagining might be the day of the arrival that an asteroid; and aliens; a most dramatic day, it might be. 12-31-23. It’s the last day of 2023. I’m afraid that that’s what’s happening.

Imagine a book as impactful as an asteroid. I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so metaphysically impactful that its impact physically transforms the Earth. A book capable of brains, rewiring, and hearts, jump-starting. ‘Tis a poem, The Watcher’s, writing.

I’ve been imagining such a book; a book so impactful that its impact, transforms, the Earth. A book capable of hearts, jump-starting and brains, rewiring. ‘Tis a poem, Arthur started. ‘Tis a poem, I took over from Arthur. But ‘tis the Watcher’s doing, this writing.

This writing is The Watcher’s. I’ll get the credit for it; I get the credit for everything. And it’s not just because I’m co-authoring. I happen to know, everything‘s, predetermined. Implausibly; incredibly; what was predetermined — ‘tis what’s gonna happen.

What’s been predetermined; ‘tis what’s gonna happen. Nonetheless, determining what’s gonna happen; increasingly, it’s becoming fashionable. The last day of the month may be written as 12-31-23. Synchronicities ; they’re a clue to what’s happening.

NEW YEARS EVE

Predetermined, are the aliens. By The Watcher I’ve been told that on or about 12-31-23, a celestial visitor with the Earth might collide. Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with the world’s dictators, most demanding.

Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with the world’s dictators, most fearsome. Witness Turkey’s Erdogan. Witness Hungary’s Orbán. Fear not my leadership. Over the Earth, I’ll be presiding.

Witness Turkey’s Erdogan. Witness especially Hungary’s Orban; “Yon Viktor Orbán has a lean and hungry look,” I remember thinking to myself. “Verily, he reminds me of me. He reminds me of myself when I was up — and coming. That’s what’s happening.

Truly; indeed, Victor reminds me, of me. He reminds me of myself; when I was up and coming. Witness also Turkey’s Erdogan. But witness especially Hungary’s Orbán; “Yon Victor Orban has a lean and hungry look,” I remember, to myself, thinking.

In WilliamShakespeare‘s Julius Caesar, Caesar remarks, concerning one of the men conspiring against him, “Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look.” Caesar was right about Cassius. No doubt, I’m right as well, about Viktor Orbán’s, plotting.

Caesar was right about Cassius. I’ll be right as well, about Viktor Orbán. Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the fate of men; the asteroid scheduled for 12-31-23; and the aliens thereafter. It’s no coincidence that tumultuous is Earth’s, spinning.

Predetermined; the fate of men; and galaxies; and asteroids; and aliens. Predetermined is everything. It’s no coincidence that tumultuous, are Earthly, geopolitics. So, by The Watcher I’ve been told, that on or about 12-31-23, cometh a visitor, Godspeeding.

Breaking! The Colorado Supreme Court disqualifies me from 2024 ballot. Today’s ruling is the first time a state court has agreed that I ought be barred from the ballot because of a US constitutional provision barring people who have engaged in “insurrection”.

The Colorado Supreme Court, brilliantly, has written. In a 200 page opinion; in an opinion couched in the “originalist” and “textualist” trappings Justice Thomas is fond of. The Colorado Supreme Court has served up to the Supreme Court, a problem.

In this breaking news, the Colorado Supreme Court, brilliantly, has written. The Colorado Supreme Court has served up to the the United States Supreme Court, a conundrum. And a way out. Depending on how the parties play it, it’s a problem or a blessing.

The Colorado Supreme Court has served up to the the US Supreme Court, a conundrum. And possibly, a way out. Depending on how the parties play it, it may be a problem; or a blessing. Everything being predetermined, makes everything interesting.

Everything being predetermined, makes everything interesting. In an opinion couched in the “originalist” and “textualist” trappings Justice Thomas is fond of, the Colorado has served up to the the United States Supreme Court, a conundrum, vexing.

Bibi’s the Jewish Israeli version of me. Predetermined is the asteroid. And the aliens. First, as I’m told, comes the asteroid. The aliens come, following. It may happen as soon as 12-31-23. Comes an asteroid Godspeeding, even as Yuletide lights, are twinkling.

By The Watcher I’ve been told that on or about 12-31-23, a celestial visitor with the Earth might collide. Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with the world’s dictators, most demanding.

12-31-23

Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth, may be striking. Predetermined, are the aliens. There’s a margin of error in these things. Dear lector may recall that predetermined is everything. Predetermined, mostly, is everything.

Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), Earth, may be striking. Predetermined are the aliens. Predetermined, mostly is everything. Thus, out of chaos, order, implausibly, surreally is coming.

Predetermined, is everything. Predetermined, the asteroid that 12-31-23, Earth may be striking. Predetermined, the aliens. Predetermined, mostly, is everything. There’s a margin of error. Thus — out of chaos, order, implausibly — surreally, may be a-coming.

There’s a margin of error. In all things; in all places; there’s a margin of error. Witness today in Israel; out of chaos, disorder. Three hostages were deemed today, by Israel, a threat. Most implausibly; near incredibly; surreally, from disorder, order’s, a-coming.

Three hostages were deemed today, by Israel, a threat. Most implausibly; incredibly; surreally, from disorder, order. There’s a margin of error in all created things; there’s a margin of error on all things, created. Witness today in Israel, mistaken, retribution.

As we witnessed today in Israel, Bibi’s mistaken, few-holds barred retribution is blowing up in his face. Bibi’s the Jewish Israeli version of me. Predetermined is the asteroid. And the aliens. First, as I’m told, comes the asteroid. The aliens come, following.

The Prime Directive. We Earthlings only know of it thanks to Star Trek. Don’t interfere. Let what naturally would happen — happen. That’s hardly what the natives do. On or about 12-31-23 tho, I suspect a celestial visitor may be with the Earth, rudely colliding.

By The Watcher I’ve been told that on or about 12-31-23, a celestial visitor with the Earth might collide. Fear not my leadership. I’m friendly with China’s Xi. I’m friendly also with Russia’s Vladimir. I’m friendly with most of the dictators, dictating.

PREDETERMINED IS EVERYTHING

Elon knows not much about dark matter. And dark energy. That’s not so surprising given that no one on Earth knows very much about such things. Predetermined is everything. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, may be striking.

Predetermined is everything. Predetermined also is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, may be striking.
And predetermined are the beings residing upon the Earth and the beings, under our oceans and seas, residing. This is what’s happening.

Special Counsel Jack Smith has asked the Supreme Court to immediately step in to decide whether I have immunity from prosecution for my actions seeking to overturn the 2020 election. Absolutely immune, I swear, am I, I’m preposterously, imagining.

Elon knows not much about dark matter. Nor dark energy. That’s not so surprising given that no one on Earth knows very much about such things. Predetermined is everything.Witness: Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23, the Earth, may be striking.

I said I want to be a dictator for one day. “You know why I wanted to be a dictator? Because I want a wall and I want to drill, drill, drill,” I am said to have said. And after I get home from work, I want to rock and roll. “I want a wall, “I’ve been wailing.”

“I want a wall and I want to drill, drill, drill,” I am said, to have said. And after I get home from work, I want to rock and roll. “I want a wall, “I’ve been wailing!” I want a wall. And I want to drill. And there is so much more I want to do that I’m not, at all, saying.

After I get home from a hard day’s work, I want to rock and roll. “I want a wall, I’ve been rock and roll-like wailing!” And I want a drill. And there is more I want to do, than I’m saying. Alas. There is so much more to do than I’m, disingenuously, admitting.

After work I like to rock and roll; Melania, and my lover Kim too. Ye can ask them. All my lovers agree; when it comes to love, I rock! There’s a big rock on 12-31-23 a-coming. And soon thereafter our neighbors, subterranean, shall be, in vivo, arriving.

Change; ever happening, it’s happening, still. And the forecast calls for even more change; even faster and faster. COP 28 is over; 2023’s almost over. And I dare say that even if the aliens don’t visit and an asteroid doesn’t strike, a theatre of war is coming.

I dare say: Even if the aliens don’t — in 2023 (or in 2024, for that matter), visit — and an asteroid doesn’t strike, a theater of war is coming; theaters of war, I should say. I should use the plural form of theater. Theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be merging.

Indeed; even if the aliens don’t — in 2023 (or in 2024, for that matter), visit; and even if an asteroid doesn’t strike, a theater of war is coming. Theaters of war, I should say. I ought use the plural form of theater. Theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be emerging.

Indeed; I dare say: Regional theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be merging. And new — and old theaters of war, I’m afraid, may be emerging. Predetermined is the asteroid that on 12-31-23 (or 2024), the Earth, may be striking. Predetermined, are the aliens.

IMAGINING AN IMPACT

Imagine boundary-pushing work! Work capable of rewiring brains and jump-starting hearts. A work capable of erasing boundaries in its addressing of what a poem can be; and what a poem can do. Imagine that impact! That’s what I’ve been imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. This is in accord with what my co-author, The Watcher’s, been watching. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Ever shooting off at the mouth; ever less than circumspectly, answering. Seemingly, Elon and I, are forever — misspeaking.

In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. ‘Tis a rat race. Witness what’s happened. Witness what’s happening. The caveman, the nomad and the farmer have largely given way to the urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. We humans are evolving.

‘Tis a rat race on Earth. Witness what’s happened. Witness what’s happening. The cavemen, nomads and farmers have largely given way to urban dwellers. In a tale as old as time, ‘tis what ‘tis. Witness Hamas. We humans devolve, even as we’re evolving.

In Israel yesterday, was Elon Musk. He was there in the aftermath of his recent, remarkably revealing, comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business is suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

In the Gaza Strip’s Hamas a self-envisioned, visionary sees, in its wanton killing, a killing. Elon sees, in this maelstrom of circumstances — a perfect storm. I see it as well, that way, for me. We visionaries have foibles too. Just like, plain folks, I’m imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. Just like regular folks. This is in accord with what The Watcher’s been watching. We visionaries have foibles too; we sure do. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Shooting off at the mouth. Ever less than, circumspectly, answering.

Elon once said that what Israel is doing is creating more Hamas members than it is killing; that its enterprise, was therefore, foolish. Elon Musk was in Israel yesterday. Saving reputations, is Elon Musk. And his, is suffering. But in Hamas, Elon sees, a killing.

In Israel yesterday, was Elon Musk. He was there in the aftermath of his recent, remarkably revealing, comments. Remarkably antisemitic were those comments. Business is suffering, as a result. But in Gaza’s Hamas, Elon Musk sees, a killing.

In the Gaza Strip’s Hamas a self-envisioned, visionary sees, in its wanton killing, a killing. Elon sees, in this maelstrom of circumstances — a perfect storm. I see it as well, that way, for me. We visionaries have foibles too. Just like, plain folks, I’m imagining.

We visionaries have foibles too. Just like regular folks. This is in accord with what The Watcher’s been watching. We visionaries have foibles too; we sure do. Witness Elon Musk. Witness me. Shooting off at the mouth. Ever less than, circumspectly, answering.

2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are, the twin arrivals. The arrival of the asteroid and the arrival of the aliens may not until 2024, be happening.

TWAS NOVEMBER, 2023

The initial truce in the war between Israel and Hamas, on Friday, began. And the two warring sides have agreed on Saturday to release 14 non-Palestinians and 42 Palestinians. All together, now; let us pray. Let us pray, collectively, in thanksgiving.

The Israeli government has confirmed it has received the list of names for a third batch of hostages. A third batch of hostages is to be released on Sunday. Pray, for the hostages. Negotiations over an extension to the four-day truce deal are ongoing.

Let us pray for a pause. Let us pray for a truce. Just — don’t call it a ceasefire. In the war between Israel and Hamas, Israel will pause, but it won’t call the pause, a ceasefire. Hamas and Israel; they’re prisoners, they’re trading; their prisoners, they’re swapping.

Hamas and Israel; prisoners, they’re trading; Prisoners, for hostages, they’re swapping. Thus distracted, they’re completely oblivious to dangers in the sky that aren’t rockets from Hamas and Hezbollah. Or from the less than friendly Houthis, neighboring.

Yemen’s Houthis, Lebanon’s Hezbollah and Palestine’s Hamas; Israel’s less than friendly neighbors are in a constant state of conflict with her. ‘Tis a tale as old as time. Repeated. Ad nauseam. The Earthlings tend to violence. But evolution, is happening.

‘Tis a tale as old as time. Repeated. Ad nauseam. The Earthlings tend to violence. Rinse. And repeat. But evolution, is happening. The Earthlings compete more naturally than they cooperate. They are brave. And they’ll fight unfairly, as I’m witnessing.

In a tale as old as time, the oppressed become oppressors. It’s par, for the course. Witness Arabs and Jews. The Earthlings compete more naturally than they cooperate. The Earthlings are brave. But they don’t necessarily fight fairly, these Earthlings.

On Earth, over the course of time, the oppressed sometimes become the oppressors. And former enemies become, allies. On Earth, it’s par for the course. Witness Arabs and Jews. Competition comes more naturally than cooperation, to the Earthlings.

The initial truce in the war between Israel and Hamas, on Friday, began. And the two warring sides have agreed on Saturday to release 14 non-Palestinians and 42 Palestinians. All together, now; let us pray. Let us pray, collectively, in thanksgiving.

The Israeli government has confirmed it has received the list of names for a third batch of hostages. A third batch of hostages is to be released on Sunday. Pray, for the hostages. Negotiations over an extension to the four-day truce deal are ongoing.

Let us pray for a pause. Let us pray for a truce. Just — don’t call it a ceasefire. In the war between Israel and Hamas, Israel will pause, but it won’t call the pause, a ceasefire. Hamas and Israel; they’re prisoners, they’re trading; their prisoners, they’re swapping.

Hamas and Israel; prisoners, they’re trading; Prisoners, for hostages, they’re swapping. Thus distracted, they’re completely oblivious to dangers in the sky that aren’t rockets from Hamas and Hezbollah. Or from the less than friendly Houthis, neighboring.

Yemen’s Houthis, Lebanon’s Hezbollah and Palestine’s Hamas; Israel’s less than friendly neighbors are in a constant state of conflict with her. ‘Tis a tale as old as time. Repeated. Ad nauseam. The Earthlings tend to violence. But evolution, is happening.

‘Tis a tale as old as time. Repeated. Ad nauseam. The Earthlings tend to violence. Rinse. And repeat. But evolution, is happening. The Earthlings compete more naturally than they cooperate. They are brave. And they’ll fight unfairly, as I’m witnessing.

In a tale as old as time, the oppressed become oppressors. It’s par, for the course. Witness Arabs and Jews. The Earthlings compete more naturally than they cooperate. The Earthlings are brave. But they don’t necessarily fight fairly, these Earthlings.

On Earth, over the course of time, the oppressed sometimes become the oppressors. And former enemies become, allies. On Earth, it’s par for the course. Witness Arabs and Jews. Competition comes more naturally than cooperation, to the Earthlings.

November 23RD; ‘twas the 23RD day of November when fell Thanksgiving in 2023. The Hijri date 9/5/1445 and the Jewish date of 7th of Kislev, 5784 correspond to the Gregorian date of Thursday, November 23, 2023. It’s November 23, 2023. It’s Thanksgiving.

November 22ND; ‘twas on that date in 1963 when John F Kennedy was assassinated. The assassin was Lee Harvey Oswald. Some say he acted alone. I’m not sold on that he acted alone. In conspiracies, nobody, as a matter of the law, alone, is acting.

Famously, Shakespeare once said, “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.“ I am one such a man. I have had greatness, thrust upon me. Methinks that that’s, however implausibly, what’s happening.

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.“ I am one such a man. I’ve had greatness thrust upon me. That’s what’s happening. I’ve had greatness thrust upon me. Methinks that that’s, what’s happening.

Some are born great. Witness Akkad’s, Sargon. Some like Macedonia’s Alexander achieve greatness. Some others have greatness thrust upon them. Witness, yours truly; Israel’s David; and France’s Joan of Arc. Witness, dear lector, what’s happening.

Witness, dear lector, what’s happening. 2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. And that means it’s time for the aliens. Unless it’s 2024, and not 2023, when scheduled are the twin arrivals. Predetermined, is everything that’s happening.

Predetermined is everything that’s happening on Earth. Witness this writing of mine; this collaboration with Arthur and The Watcher. Our lives, as real as they seem to us, are metaphysical compositions. Predetermined is everything that’s happening.

As real as they seem to us, our lives are metaphysical, compositions. That’s not to say they’re not related. Everything, is connected. The Creator’s creation is a metaphysical, composition. Most mysteriously, because He can, He’s tinkering.

Our lives are metaphysical compositions. That’s not to say they’re not related. Everything, is connected. The Creator’s creation, is a metaphysical, composition. And because He can, He’s tinkering. Allah God Jehovah Yahweh; curiously,
He’s experimenting.

All of creation is a cosmic, metaphysical, composition. And because Allah God Jehovah Yahweh can, He’s tinkering. Curiously, Allah God Jehovah Yahweh, is like us. Like us, He has personality. He is — with His universes, ever metaphysically, experimenting.

2023 is upon us. A fraud am I. And frauds are my sons and my daughter. In the Strip, thousands have died. Predetermined is, what’s happening. And 2023’s, winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for — the aliens.

Painting, Leonardo da Vinci once said, is poetry that is seenrather than felt. And poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. Truly gifted was Leonardo da Vinci; a master of arts, was he. A master of arts was Leonardo. A master, well worth, emulating.

Witness this witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time. Witness, Israel. Witness, Russia, Ukraine, America and China. Witness, Taiwan. 2023 is upon us. Predetermined is, what’s happening.

2023 is upon us. And a fraud am I. Frauds are my sons; and my daughter. 11,000 in the Gaza Strip have died. Predetermined is, what’s happening. And, 2023’s, winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for — the aliens.

‘Tis 2023. That means it’s time for the asteroid. That means it’s time for the aliens. That means it’s time, for a human, transformation. 2023’s winding down. That means it’s time for the asteroid’s arrival. That means it’s time for the arrival of the aliens.

Poetry is painting that’s felt rather than seen. And painting is poetry that’s seen rather than felt. Once upon a time, I had a problem with lying. But I’m better now. I’m better now — at truth-telling. Under oath, increasingly, I’m getting good — at truth-telling.

On the same day that my sister died in her Manhattan apartment, I unleashed a post whining about the “Political Witch Hunt Trial” that “nobody can believe” is “still going on.” And it’s still going on because it has not yet concluded with a ruling.

I recall Ike’s Operation Wetback. And so, if elected next November, I’m intent on expelling from US, Mexicans. And I’m intent on Muslims, also expelling. ‘Tis with good reason I’m expelling millions of immigrants. ‘Tis my base, that I’m representing.

Witness Russia and Ukraine. Witness America and China and Taiwan. Witness Israel and Hamas. In a witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time until the Earthlings’ End Days, I’m guessing.

COMETH AN ASTEROID — AND ALIENS

A fraud is Engoron. As, am I. An asteroid Godspeeds at us. And in Gaza, 10,000 have died. 10,000 in the Gaza Strip have died. And Israel’s, just getting started. Everything’s predetermined. 2023 is here. The aliens aren’t here yet. And the states, are failing.

As fatalists know, everything that happens on Earth, somehow, was predetermined. 2023 is here. The asteroid hasn’t struck us yet. The aliens, also, haven’t yet, landed. And the states, are failing. Witness Russia, Ukraine, Israel, America and China, failing.

Witness, Israel and Hamas. Witness, Russia and Ukraine. Witness America and China, and Taiwan, in the middle. Witness, a witches brew of failing states; it’s just a matter of time until a tipping point, tips. It’s just a matter of time, I’m guessing.

Albeit looking spooked whilst leaving the courtroom, I was quite combative on the stand, launching into rants against James and Engoron; evading questions from prosecutors, James should be ashamed of herself, I testified; and a fraud is Engoron.

November 11 marks the 74th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army Air Force. The PLA Air Force’s mission: to safeguard China’s airspace at all times, being not afraid of any enemy, no matter how far they come from.

The PLA Air Force’s mission is to safeguard China’s airspace at all times, being not afraid of any incoming enemy, no matter how far they come from. Oft, the actual threat, comes from far closer. Silly Earthlings. Comes now, an asteroid. Then come, alien beings.

Arthur writes for fun. For me, it’s work. There seems little about Emily, to Arthur, not fascinating. In love but for 24 hours my latest verses introduce the lovely Emily. I’ve woven Emily into my story at chachomanopapa.com. My dear Emily, is fascinating.

In love but for 24 hours, my latest verses introduce to my dear lectors, a new character. She is Emily Dickinson. And so I’ve woven Emily into my story. See at chachomanopapa.com, MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s about aliens on Earth — on Earth, with us, living.

Arthur knows in his heart that there shall be no greater joy than having her heart, atop his, beating. Like mine atop, Melania’s; like mine atop, my lover, Kim Jong un’s. There shall be no greater joy on Earth for Arthur than Emily’s heart, atop his, beating.

Happy was the heart that was mine; when atop Melania’s; when atop, Kim Jong un’s. Some sense majesty in nature. Seinfeld was about nothing. MORONS AND ALIENS, is about everything. Surreally, MORONS AND ALIENS, is about everything.

One’s true beauty, Emily, lies deeper in the body than on the surface. What’s in the eye of the beholding beholder, matters less and less, as time goes on. What’s in the heart, matters more. Being heart to heart with Joanna matters more than anything.

Tomorrow, November 11, marks the 74th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army Air Force. The PLA safeguards China’s airspace at all times, being not afraid of any enemy, no matter how far from China, they’re coming.

THE DEATH OF PALESTINE

9,000 Palestinians, including over 3,600 children across Gaza have died since October 7. More than 1.4 million of Gaza’s civilians of 2.3 million are homeless. ‘Tis a harbinger it seems, of ever more senseless dying (for the time being, at least), forthcoming.

Witness Gaza; all too little is what we know about the hostage crisis, ongoing, in Gaza. Totally brainwashed are we Earthlings. Socialized, some say, are they. Acculturated and getting well acclimated, in slaughtering one another are, the ever oblivious, Earthlings.

Iran’s Foreign Minister warns of “harsh consequences” if the Israeli attacks on the Gaza Strip continue. Clearly, the latest in a series of warnings from fearsome Iran has Israel not cowed. Still, Israel, its counter attacking, isn’t amenable to, reconsidering.

Whilst the US and the European nations have largely sided with Israel, rhetorically, there’s a rapidly growing polarization, happening. There’s a rapidly growing internal pressure from constituents to limit their support of Israel, and Israel’s hand, staying.

Hezbollah leader Sheikh Hassan Nasrallah may be announcing on Friday that his Iranian-backed terrorist organization intends to attack Israel from bases in Lebanon. Imagine a Palestinian crouching in terror, in anticipation of a projectile, screamingly, incoming.

Jenna’s agreed to cooperate with prosecutors. She’s a key witness against both the fucking former president; and New York City’s, fucking former mayor. Jenna worked closely with Rudy. And it’s been said that with Rudy, she’d been on the trail, fucking.

Lurid, it often gets, on Earth. What passes for love-making on Earth, often is not. Rapes, on Earth, are common. Men tend to brutishness in their love-making. Totally brainwashed are the Earthlings. Socialized, some say. Sounds to me, like brainwashing.

Rapes, on Earth, are all too common. Husbands, all too often, rape, even their wives. Men tend to brutishness in their love-making. Totally brainwashed are the Earthlings. Socialized, say some sociologists. Sounds to me though, more like, brainwashing.

Someone once asked, “What’s in a name?” Michael, everyone knows means, ‘Who is like God?” And Magaly, everyone knows means daughter of God. Hebrew names; and Arabic names; such names may not be in one’s best interest, on your location, depending.

“To be or not to be; that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles,” once upon a time, mused Hamlet. “What’s in a name?”, mused once Juliet to Romeo, rationalizing.

New York, at night. There’s nothing like it on Earth. More sedate, is Burlington. Sedate too, is Miguel. Miguel, the Watcher writes, has lived long enough to know that for him, no greater joy on Earth than having Joanna’s heart, atop his, beating.

In an epic plot twist Emily has made her grand entrance. Joanna, quite suddenly, made her grand entrance. Art (Miguel) has lived long enough to know that there’ll be no greater joy on Earth than having Joanna’s heart, atop his beating heart, beating.

4547

Recall my address to the UN; when I was the 45TH. I warned then of a clash of civilizations. Witness now, what’s happening. Witness now this clash of civilizations. And witness Hamas and Hezbollah and Islamic Jihad struggling at, misrepresenting, a civilization.

I recall my address to the UN when I wasn’t yet the 47TH. I warned then of an oncoming clash of civilizations. Witness, what’s happening. Witness this clash of civilizations. Witness Hamas and Hezbollah and the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, struggling.

The 45TH president of the nation, once upon a time, was I; the 47TH, I aim to be. And I was Vladimir Putin’s Agent #4547; again, once upon a time. But I’m a free agent now; witness Hamas, Hezbollah and the Islamic Jihad. Their secrets, I’m offering.

‘Tis getting hard in this gun-toting America, for very long living. Gun violence in America is the leading cause of death of children. Longevities, overall, are declining. Who’d a thunk that once upon a time, ‘twas the Americans who were, the longest, living?

Allah decries the singling out of Englishmen, Americans or Frenchmen; or any of their allies. Smash not, their heads with rocks. Slaughter them not, with knives. Run them not over with cars. Throw them not, from high places. Murder them not, by poisoning.

Allah decries the murder of Semites whether Palestinian or Israeli; whether Muslim or Jew. Allah decries the murders of their allies; and the murders of their frenemies. Israel, Gaza, in increments, is being invaded. And Robert Card, was himself, murdering.

Hamas and Hezbollah and Palestinian Islamic Jihad. Witness 3 minor league non-governmental organizations looking to get called up to the majors; to the big-time, prime-time, majors. Witness Hamas and Hezbollah and Palestinian Islamic Jihad, struggling.

In a world of majors and minors; of minorities and majorities; the world’s faithful account for 83% of us. The world’s major religions are Baha’i, Buddhism, Christianity, Confucianism, Hinduism, Islam, Jainism, Judaism, Shinto, Sikhism, Taoism, and Zoroastrianism.

Jihad, in Arabic, means “struggle.” And Islam means, “submit.” The prostrations of Muslims in prayer bear witness; evidencing, their submission. And of the major league twelve religions , Islam is, of the Abrahamics, the youngest. Of adherents, it’s demanding.

Islam is demanding. Judaism is demanding, also. Christianity, as a rule, less so. Less so also Confucianism, Hinduism, Jainism, Shinto, Sikhism, Taoism and Zoroastrianism; I can recall my address to the UN when I warned of an oncoming clash of civilizations.

Two American hostages have been released by Hamas. Hamas spokesperson Abu Obaida has been quoted as saying. “In response to Qatari efforts, Al-Qassam Brigades released two American citizens (a mother and her daughter) for humanitarian reasons ….”

Judith Tai Raanan and her 17-year-old daughter, Natalie Raanan have been by Hamas, suddenly, and unexpectedly, released. They’ve been released, says Hamas, for reasons, humanitarian. For reasons humanitarian, their hostages, they’re releasing.

This release has been widely viewed as public relations. Hamas seems uber keen on, rehabilitating, its image. Hamas’ mass massacres of Israeli civilians. Brutally barbaric were the attacks on Israeli southern communities along the border with Gaza, bordering.

Brutally barbaric were the attacks on Israel’s southern communities; kibbutzim along the border with Gaza. Brutally barbaric likewise has been the retribution of the avenging. Declined has been Hamas’ offer for two more hostages, returning.

Declined has been Hamas’ offer for the immediate release of two more hostages. Suddenly, allegedly humanitarian, is become Hamas. But Israel‘s not buying it. Hamas knows it. And so the assets of Hamas (not in Doha), in their tunnels, are hunkering.

Witness the story of Yocheved Lifschitz, the 85-year-old grandmom and peace activist released after 2 weeks of captivity. Kidnapped by Hamas gunmen and taken into a wet “spider’s web” of tunnels, her horrible experience, she been recounting.

“I went through hell,” says Grandma Yocheved Lifschitz. She and her husband were kidnapped by Hamas gunmen and taken into a “spider’s web” of tunnels. Much to Bibi’s consternation, she says she was well fed and well medicated in prison.

HAMAS AND HEZBOLLAH

Hamas means “zeal.” A zealous lot indeed some say are the (some say), overzealous, Arab Earthlings. The zealots of Hamas. They’re led by Yahya Sinwar and El Deif (Mohammed Al-Masri). It’s just Yahya and Mohammed, El Deif, just ethnically, cleansing.

Consider Yahya. Sentenced to four life sentences by Israel, he served 22 years until his release among 1,026 others in a 2011prisoner exchange for Galid Shilot, a common Israeli foot soldier. ‘Tis most illustrative, the irony in Yahya‘s story, considering.

The mythical well-being of martyrdom. It matters not though how one becomes so indoctrinated, one’s rationalizing self, is overpowered. What matters is the how and the why of what is transpiring. Mo’s graphic, Reality TV; I’m afraid; ‘tis — what’s trending.

The how and the why of what’s transpiring; Hamas’ Mo’s extremely graphic reality TV. Witness the embedded journalist. Witness the Go Pro cameras. Witness, the cruel tactics. I’m afraid it’s what’s trending. And I’m afraid that it’s what’s happening.

On Friday the 13TH, the authorities in Gaza report that around 1,900 Palestinians have been killed. And that Palestinians wounded number, nearly 7,700. More than half of the dead are women and children. Methinks these geopolitical climates are changing.

A journalist was killed on Friday the 13TH when his crew was stricken by Israeli shelling near the border with Lebanon. More than 3,000 people in Israel and Gaza have been killed. Many thousands of others, are injured. Who doesn’t love to party, in Lebanon?

Republicans eat their young. Recall: I once said that Barack is president. And that when Jeb Bush was president, Jeb sent troops to the Middle East, I am wont, these days, to recalling. What if I’m losing it right in front of US? What if that’s what’s happening?

Considering all the possibilities, what if we don’t live in any objective reality? What if, more plausibly, the entire universe might just be a freaking, super advanced, virtual reality, simulation? The entire known universe, might just be, a simulation.

Paradoxically a deal between Israel and Saudi Arabia could yet take place notwithstanding Hamas’ murderous rampage. Once Hamas is defeated peace may be forthcoming. Israel, Saudi Arabia and the Palestinians can still achieve peace, Hamas, notwithstanding.

In a bold diplomatic move; in a bold move, initially backfiring, Joe Biden saw in an unfortunate happenstance — opportunity. Peace between Israel and Saudi Arabia — may yet happen. In any event in any future election — the Jewish vote, Joe’s winning.

FRIDAY — THE 13TH

‘Twas the hottest month, this past September. Climate change, is happening. And these Earthly plots are converging to a climax. There’s a lesson therein. And there’s a lesson
herein. ‘Tis why I’m writing this fiction. ‘Tis why I’m writing, nonfiction.

Over 1,200 Israelis are confirmed dead. Over 2,400 are wounded. And some 950 Palestinians have been killed. And some 5,000 have been injured in Israeli counterstrikes on the Gaza Strip, the Palestinian Health Ministry, roughly, is estimating.

Unlike Joshua, Judah Maccabee and the heroes of 1948, Bibi has utterly failed Israel. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t save. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, sufficiently, eradicating. Earth, her girth, is flattening.

Earth, her girth, is flattening. Witness, falling buildings. Still, Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t save him. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate him. Bibi’s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, of Hamas, sufficiently — eradicating. Earth, her girdle, is tightening.

Mohammed al-Masri (aka Mohammed Dief), ain’t calling for, no fatwa. Witness the joke about one-armed, one-eyed, no-legged, tunneling, Mohammed Dief. He wasn’t actually last seen, towards China, furiously, tunneling. Rather, he’d been scheming.

Egypt, its borders, is refusing to open. When Hamas is weak is when Israel will strike; making good then on, Hamas, eradicating. The IDF plan on starving Hamas. Without life-sustaining electricity and fuel. Without food and water, life-sustaining.

‘Twas the hottest month this past September. Climate change, is happening. These earthly plots are converging to a climax. There’s a lesson therein and there’s a lessonherein. ‘Tis why, methinks, I write fiction. ‘Tis fiction methinks, for the sake of nonfiction.

Over 1,200 Israelis are confirmed dead. Over 2,400 are wounded. And some 950 Palestinians have been killed. And some 5,000 have been injured in Israeli counterstrikes on the Gaza Strip, the Palestinian Health Ministry, roughly, is estimating.

FICTIONAL — NONFICTION

Quickening is the pace of events. There is meaning in that. There is meaning therein. And there is meaning herein. This is my story. But mankind had best believe it. That notwithstanding, ‘tis nonfiction dressed as fiction that I’m writing.

There is meaning in this quickening of pace. And there’s meaning in my story. ‘Tis the greatest story, never before, told. ‘Tis unbelievable, by definition. But mankind had best believe it. Believe it albeit that, this is nonfiction disguised as fiction, I’m writing.

Indeed incredible is my story. But mankind had best, nonetheless, believe it. Believe it or not, this is nonfiction only thinly disguised as fiction. Fortunately, there is meaning in our lives. Unfortunately, darn near impossible is, what it is, determining.

There is meaning in our lives. Unfortunately, darn near impossible is, what it is, determining. The proof is in the pudding. Witness the drama of what happened, just yesterday. A fine line I’ll need to tread because it’s violence, I’m keen on inciting.

Witness my desperation. Witness the drama of what happened yesterday. And today. A fine line, I’m treading. ‘Tis violence, I’m inciting. And Kevin McCarthy, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, is suddenly become, unavailing; no longer, speaking.

‘Tis violence, I’m inciting. Especially now that Kevin McCarthy, the Speaker, is no longer, speaking. Especially now that, humble pie, I’ve eaten. Kevin McCarthy, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, all of a sudden, is no longer, speaking.

’Twas the hottest month, this past September. Climate change, is happening. And these Earthly plots are converging to a climax. There’s a lesson therein. And there’s a lesson
herein. ‘Tis why I’m writing this fiction. ‘Tis why I’m writing this nonfiction.

The hottest September on record follows the hottest August; and the hottest July; with the latter being the hottest month ever recorded. These rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. Earthling plots, are converging.

The climate is changing. There is a lesson therein. And there is a lesson herein. Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves and wildfires world-widely. But that’s not the worst of it. Earthly plots are converging. The aliens are taking their sweet time, arriving.

Rising temperatures have driven heatwaves. And wildfires. But that’s not the worst of it. The aliens and an asteroid are taking their sweet time, arriving. Still, ‘tis late, in 2023. Just two months remain in 2023. These Earthly plots, are alarmingly, converging.

It’s hot as hell in the Middle East. These Earthly plots, seem inexorably, converging. Witness Hamas in Gaza, Israel, attacking. Israel hath, on Hamas, declared war. An Iron Sword hath been ordered. Iron swords upon Hamas, Israel, is reprising.

Unlike in 1948 Netanyahu has utterly failed Israel. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t vindicate him. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t save him. Netanyahu‘s flattening of Gaza won’t be tho, sufficiently eradicating. Earth, her girth tho, is flattening.

ON DISTILLING, FROM LIFE, MEANING

Sex is but one portal to a state of awareness. We already shout, “Oh God!,” when having an orgasm; when melting into states, deeper, than everyday fare. In tantric sexuality, I use tools and self-awareness to delve even deeper into, my awakening.

Sexuality is understood to be a path to spiritual realization, like yoga, or prayer, or meditation. Tantric sexuality implies having sex with the purposeful intention of growing spiritually. This can sound crazy to lots of Westerners, from Europeans, descending.

If I wasn’t so busy running for president, I’d found a Sexual Healing Clinic; an adjunct to Trump University. A course of studies leading to certified teachers; certified, healers. There’s a big market in love. There’s a big market in spiritually, growing.

I’ve got Teflon suits; and an aura of hubris about me. Still, I’ve been found to be a fraud. All my homes; and the homes of my sons might well, get sold. My polls might well, take a hit. Henceforth, in the state of New York, business, I shan’t, be doing.

I’ve been found, in a court of law, to be a fraud. My properties and the properties of my sons are to be sold. More important than ever has become the outcome of the election upcoming. On my cult of personality and my cheating personality, I’m counting.

Unexpected have been these plots; and these plot twists. On Earth, illusion rules. But there is meaning in life; determining what it is tho, is a mission, impossible. But there is meaning in them. There is meaning therein. In addition, there is meaning, herein.

There is meaning in these happenings. Witness the happenings of yesterday. Senator Feinstein has passed. Tupac’s (alleged) killer, has been arrested. And flipped has been, a Georgia bail bondsman. On Earth, dramatic plot twists, indeed, are ever, twisting.

Diane has passed. Tupac’s alleged killer has been arrested. And flipped has been, a Georgia bail bondsman. And all that was just yesterday. Picking up the pace are the ever twisting plots. Witness Congress today, a kicked can, shamelessly, celebrating.

Picking up the pace seem these ever twisting plots. Witness Congress today, a can kicked down the road,. The GOP has, with Russia, allied itself. And the GOP takes its orders from me. It’s what’s, most implausibly, happening.

Emily‘s great. A great ambassador for humanity might Maggy have been, were not we of the masculine persuasion, on Earth, dominant. Fortunately or unfortunately, we of the masculine persuasion, remain dominant. Ask Elon. Ask Russell Brand. Just saying.

Fortunately or unfortunately, we of the masculine persuasion, remain dominant. Ask any misogynist. Ask Andrew Tate. Ask Nick Fuentes. Ask Elon Musk. Ask Tucker Carlson. I’m not alleging. I’m just saying. Misogynist, are the nations, I am alleging.

Remarkable is Art’s Emily. Remarkable’s everything about her. ‘Tis refreshing to see mature folk loving as well as the young ones. Life may be real; or surreal. Witness when what’s in one’s heart isn’t real. Art longs to close his eyes; to kiss Emily, once again.

Life may be real — or surreal. Witness when what’s in one’s heart isn’t real. As when love, is unrequited. Longing to kiss her once again, I fell fast asleep. Youth, it has been said, is wasted on the young. ‘Tis true. And ‘tis also true; Arthur tends to, over, sleeping.

Be alone. That’s the secret of invention. Be alone. That’s when great ideas are born. So once said, in passing, Nicola Tesla. Testing Nicola’s theory, Art had secluded himself. Then blasting in from the past came a princess, Taina; a rare breed, in his life, intervening.

Plot twists; and great endings; they’re amongst a reader’s best friends. Were it not for those two elements, reading might well be less popular. The greatest stories; they feature great plot twists, great endings, great ironies and great conflicts, heartbreaking.

The greatest stories feature great plot twists, endings, ironies and conflicts. All things must come to pass. When last I visited with my coauthors, The Watcher, serenely, just smiled at me,. Art tho, seemed to me, stricken by Emily; by MAGA, he’s been smitten.

Amongst a reader’s best friends is narrative conflict; and happy; and tragic, endings. And meaningful, plot twists. And meaningful ironies. Arthur seems to me to have been stricken by Maggy. What is the meaning of this? What on Earth, is happening?

What on Earth is happening? And what is the meaning of it all? There is, I suggest, great meaning in everything that’s happened — and everything — that’s happening. Some say that what happens is random. But that is not, what’s happening.

Imagination. And a notable, lack of it. Remarkable, are our imaginations. And hubris; there’s a general excess, in mankind, of hubris. In art and in science, human progress is linked to both hubris and imagination. Methinks not random, what’s happening.

Omniscient is The Creator. I suspect that not random, is what’s happening. In art and in science, human progress is linked to both hubris and imagination. More expansive is this matrix of illusion than any created man can imagine. Illusions, are happening.

First in art; then in science; human progress is linked to both both hubris and imagination. Witness my story. It’s the Tagus-comic, story of (wo)man. Witness Emily. And witness the plot twist that has been Emily.

Unexpected have been these plots; and these ironic plot twists. More prevalent is illusion than man can imagine. Confounding are these plots; and these plot twists. But there is meaning within them. There is meaning therein. There is meaning herein.

ON BEING FATED

As long ago predetermined, I was fated. I am fated — still. I remain one of the soulless ones aspiring to rule the Earth. And its Earthlings. ‘Tis September 20TH of 2023. Pause. Consider the date. ‘Twas just 10 days ago, the 11TH of September, once again.

’Twas the 11TH of September, recently, once again. The 22ND anniversary, this time. And what was 22 years ago for Americans was but three days ago for the African, Moroccans. Pause. Consider not, the date, so much. Consider, what’s happening.

What was 22 years ago for the Americans was but 4 days ago for Moroccans. And just yesterday for Libyans. Consider the date not so much. Consider what’s happening. The Libyan event has been the worst recent case yet of catastrophic, flooding.

Consider the dates not so much. Consider what’s happening. And the quickening pace of the events. This Libyan event has been the worst case yet of catastrophic flooding. Still, the asteroid and the aliens scheduled for 2023 aren’t yet, a happening.

This latest Libyan event has been the worst case yet of catastrophic flooding. Still, the asteroid and the aliens scheduled for 2023 haven’t yet happened. Things will get worse before they get better. After all these things, things will get better.

Consider what’s happening. And the seeming, quickening, pace of events. And their context. Consider, in explanation, Occam’s Razor. It’s man’s story; my story; all history. Consider, in explanation, William of Occam’s, Razor. ‘Tis well worth, considering.

As predetermined, I was fated. I’m fated still. I remain one of the soulless ones; those aspiring to rule the Earth and its Earthlings. Witness the goings on on Earth. Some tho are more fated than others. My success; ‘twas predetermined. ‘Tis, what’s happening.

The ironies are rich. Zelensky is Jewish; a native Russian-speaker; during his 2019 election campaign, his was a Russian accented, Ukrainian. Rest easy. Putin’s new commander confirms: Ukraine is just a stepping-stone to Europe, later, invading.

Or maybe not. Recall: This work is psychographic. Its author’s The Watcher. Not Arthur. Not me. ‘Tis true that I’m terribly accomplished. A bestselling author, some say. Ghostwritten tho were my bestsellers. I’ve made bundles in life, just schmoozing.

A inveterate liar, I’ve ever been, unfit to serve. And I remain unfit to serve US as the president. Witness 91 charges; and counting. And the 14th Amendment, now, it seems, may end up being, disqualifying. There’s always a first time for everything.

Section 3 of the Fourteenth Amendment was originally intended to keep former Confederate officials from gaining power in the reconstructed government following the Civil War. Known as the “disqualification clause,” ‘twas for officials, disqualifying.

A public official is not eligible to assume public office if they “engaged in insurrection or rebellion against” the United States or had “given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof, “that is unless Congress, by a two-thirds vote, an amnesty has, or is, granting.

Congress, by a two-thirds vote, may grant me an amnesty. But such a vote may be altogether unnecessary given that for insurrection, I’ve never been charged. And I can beat these 91, felony counts. I shall overcome. I always do. Methinks, I’M, what’s happening.

‘Tis ME. I’M, what’s happening. ‘Tis my unique reality that, because of my hubris, supersedes the competing various and sundry eight billion surface Earthlings. And that’s not to mention the aliens; the subterraneans, the Earth, with us, are sharing.

‘Tis hubris only, that I share with humanity. Having lost my Faustian wager, recall dear lector, that I’m soulless. As are Xi and Kim. And the murderous Mo. Caesar, was Vladimir. Now, what’s to become of the oblivious, eight billion, surface Earthlings?

Soulless is each and every member of Putin’s cabal. Aside from our physical characteristics, ‘tis only hubris that we share with humanity; with our fellow citizens. Indeed, ‘tis the recuperation of our souls that is one of the principal subplots that herein, I’m plotting.

Aside from human physical appendages; arms and legs and heads and such, ‘tis only hubris we share with fellow human beings. Indeed, soulless is each and every member of the cabal. The recuperation of our souls; ‘tis just one of the subplots, I’m plotting.

The recuperation of my soul. At best; I’ve been ambivalent, about its recuperation. In all honesty, I can’t say I’ve missed it. But thank God, everything’s predetermined. Free will being an illusion, everything’s designed, from a human perspective, to be confusing.

The recuperation of our souls; ‘tis just one of the subplots, I’m plotting. In other news, my former Trade Advisor Peter Navarro got himself convicted today. For contempt of court. What a dope. Had he just showed, imprisonment, he wouldn’t now be regretting.

Peter Navarro’s been convicted. What a dope. Still, there’s the appeal. And the mercy of the court that ultimately sentences him on the the 12TH of January, forthcoming. As is to be expected tho in life, unexpected happenings, constantly, are happening.

In the end it won’t be no 14TH Amendment that puts an end to me; much less, my candidacy. As predetermined, I am fated. Fated, to ever come out on top. Fated am I, Donald John Trump, to be the soulless one, ruling the Earthlings. This is, what’s happening.

THEM LYING OFFICERS — OF THE COURT

“When a judge tells you that you’ve put something in a legal filing that is ‘misleading,’ it’s kind of like a dagger to the heart.” Notwithstanding the foibles of judges and lawyers, all lawyers know they are officers of the court, absolutely prohibited, from lying.

Despite a conservative majority, the Supreme Court may find that social media companies have free speech rights too. If so, it would rule that when the platforms restrict, fact-check or take down content, this is rightly, constitutionally protected speech. Just saying.

Within the United Nations, there are two countries that are non-member, non-voting, observer states: the Holy See and the State of Palestine. The remaining 193 countries are voting, member states. Especially ineffectual are delegations, non-voting.

There’s too few Jews and Palestinians advocating for a Palestinian, two state solution. Across the planet, there’s also too few Chinese and too few Taiwanese advocating for a two state solution to the China problem. And the temps, are warming.

Armageddon. The climactic great battle is the prophesied location of a gathering of armies; a gathering for battle near theend of end times. InIslamic theology; inthe Hadith, Armageddon is referred to as Al-Malhama Al-Kubra, in Arabic, speaking.

What’s happening seems a prelude to Armageddon. That’s what appears to be happening. But looks are deceiving. Then again, the optics look bad. On the other hand, don’t bet against me. I am known in the Kremlin as Agent 4547. And ‘tis not, for nothing.

These fast breaking ironies; they’re killing me. Ramaswamy believes me to be the greatest American president, this century. Fani’s asking for an October 23 trial date for all 19 defendants. ‘Tis for me and 18 of the 19, really bad news, breaking.

Fani has asked for an October 23 trial date for all 19. All hell has broken loose. ‘Tis for me and 18 of the 19, bad news, breaking. Of the 19, one Kenneth Chesebro, a speedy trial is demanding. And Fani, his friendly neighborhood prosecutor, is obliging.

Kenneth Chesebro, a speedy trial is demanding. And Fani Willis, his friendly neighborhood prosecutor, is obliging him. ‘Tis for me and 18 of the 19 defendants, really, bad news. Any defendant not desiring a speedy trial, a motion to sever, must be filing.

It has been a disastrously memorable year in Russia. Nonetheless, Putin’s not yet, a has-been. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin’s hard landing in Russia; and India’s lunar, soft landing. How fast fall the mighty. Witness Russia and Vladimir Putin.

Contaminated radioactive water, Japan, into the sea, is releasing. Truly concerned are Japan; and South Korea; and others. China says it opposes the release. Banning fish from Japan, Chinese officials are banning from Japan, any fish, importing.

Contaminated radioactive water, Japan, into the ocean is releasing. Truly concerned are Japan and South Korea and other nations. China opposes the release. Banning fish from Japan, China is banning from Japan, any Japanese fish, importing.

MY WORD IS MY BOND

Rudy’s bond has been set at 150,000. Bond for Sidney Powell, the lawyer advancing false claims of vote fraud and advising
me to fight my election loss was set at $100,000. My bond’s been set at $200,000; that my bond is so low; ‘tis humiliatingly, humbling.

That my bond, at $200,000, is set so low; it has been for me, most humiliating. It’s been humbling. That the bond on my charge; a crime of the century candidate isn’t north of a million dollars is a national disgrace. I call for marching. I call for protesting.

I’m planning on turning myself in on Thursday. I’m planning on being processed at the jail. If all my planning come to fruition I’ll be turning myself on the day after the GOP presidential primary debate, on Wednesday. I won’t yet be, to Russia, fleeing.

I won’t be to Russia, fleeing. Not yet, at least. I’m planning on turning myself in on Thursday; on making a show of it. If all my planning, pans out. I won’t yet be, to Russia, fleeing. Why flee? I’m innocent. So the various juries, may very well be, concluding.

Why flee, if I’m innocent? Why flee if I’ve done nothing wrong? And why indeed flee if the various juries may well be acquitting me, anyhow? I won’t be no fugitive, no how. Not unless, I’m convicted. I won’t be, for the time being, to Putin’s Russia, fleeing.

The various and the sundry juries may well be acquitting me, anyhow; unless they convict me. I can’t be no fugitive, no how. Not unless, I’m convicted. I won’t be, for the time being, to Putin’s Russia, fleeing. But the circumstances, rapidly, are changing.

Some juries may be acquitting me. Others, may be convicting me. I can’t be no fugitive, no how. If I’m convicted, I won’t be, for the time being, to Putin’s Russia, fleeing. But the circumstances, rapidly, are changing. Too rapidly, they’re a-changing.

The circumstances are changing. Witness Russia rushing to launch their soft lunar landing before the Indians. But Indians today, landed softly, on Luna. The Indians‘ soft landing at the lunar South Pole; it’s got the Russians, their misfortunes, lamenting.

Indians today, landed softly, on Luna. It’s got the Russians, their misfortunes, lamenting. The Indians‘ soft landing at the lunar South Pole coincides with Yevgeny Prigozhin’s hard landing in Russia. And in Ukraine, Russians, the Ukrainians, are killing.

How fast fall the mighty. Witness Russia and Vladimir Putin. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin’s less than soft landing in Russia and India’s soft landing on Luna. It has been a disastrously memorable year in Russia. Nonetheless, Putin’s not yet, a has-been.

It has been a disastrously memorable year in Russia. Nonetheless, Putin’s not yet, a has-been. How fast fall the mighty. Witness Russia and Vladimir Putin. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin’s hard landing in Russia; and India’s, lunar, soft landing.

For Russia, the hits keep coming. Ukrainian forces “launched a combined attack on Cape Tarkhankut in Crimea, where several Russian military facilities are located, an influential Russian military blogger, is reporting. The hits, for Russia, keep a-coming.

The hits keep coming. Ukrainian forces “launched a combined attack on Cape Tarkhankut in Crimea. That’s where several Russian military facilities are located an influential Russian military blogger is reporting. The hits, for Russia, they keep on a-coming.

Elsewhere; in Japan, contaminated radioactive water, releasing, is Japan. Concerned is Japan; and South Korea; and others. China issued a statement. It opposes the release. ’Tis banning fish from Japan. Chinese officials are banning, Japanese fish, importing.

A HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE

The Hitchhiker’s Guide’s impressive super-computer; the one that provides the answer to “life, the universe and everything” It has inspired the mission of Elon Musk’s new company, xAI; to “understand the true nature of the universe,” along with everything.

Historic Hurricane Hilary; she’ll be pummeling the Pacific Coast early Sunday as Southern California braces for flooding. Up to 10 inches of rain and “dangerous to catastrophic” flooding, authorities are predicting. “Lock him up,” the wind, seems, howling.

“Lock him up,” seem howling at me, the winds of Hilary. “Lock him up,” her winds warn. Hilary‘s winds seem in warning, even as they howl. It’s 2023. No asteroid has stricken. No aliens have landed. Still I believe Hurricane Hilary is howling at me — in warning.

I believe Hurricane Hilary is howling at me in warning. I told my attorneys; and I informed my attorneys that it was the aliens that telepathically had me move my boxes around. No asteroid has stricken. No aliens have landed. Still no one, me, is believing.

‘Twas the aliens that telepathically had me move my boxes around. No asteroid has stricken. No aliens have landed. Still no one believes me. But after an asteroid strikes; and after aliens land; during Ukraine and during Taiwan, US, I’ll be leading.

Who’d a thunk that Barbie and Oppenheimer would represent so suddenly, Hollywood’s, last gasp? And who’d a thunk that China’s Wolf Warrior mentality lives on, in Taiwan? Hollywood has died, suddenly. And Taiwan, China, as it’s said all along, is attacking.

It’s 2023. Hollywood’s in a coma. Hollywood’s dead; or dying. Dying too, is Putin. Weakened, is Russia. Strengthened, is Ukraine. Taiwan, China, Taiwan, is attacking. And Japan and South Korea, with US, an informal NATO-east, duly, are forming.

Japan and South Korea, along with the United States; an informal NATO-east, the three, have formed. The Philippines, Singapore, Indonesia and Vietnam; and others. ‘Tis time to elect between China and US. The nations, predictably, are aligning.

‘Tis time to elect between China and US. The nations, are aligning. That’s the conventional thinking. But there’s nothing on Earth, that’s conventional. Unconventionally, I’m thinking, not of myself, but a Constitution, defending. And a planet, keeping.

The nations are aligning. That’s the conventional thinking. But there’s nothing on Earth that’s conventional. Unconventionally tho, I’m thinking not of myself but a Constitution, defending. And Earth, keeping. After struggles with Vlad and Xi, Earth, I’m ruling.

An informal NATO-east, three, have formed. Japan and South Korea, along with the United States. The Philippines, Singapore, Indonesia and Vietnam; and others. ‘Tis time to elect between China and US. Predictably, the nations, are aligning.

RUDY

‘Tis a bad time Rudy; ‘tis a really bad time to be asking me for money. As a matter of fact, more lawyers, I’m hiring. I could have used ye. And maybe; maybe, I might even have paid ye. Fortunately or unfortunately tho, yer license, they’re suspending.

Once worth millions, Rudy Guiliani’s lawyers claim he needs more time to pay the prevailing litigants’ attorneys’ fees. Embarrassing me, he’s seeking an extension from the Court. Coincidentally, ‘tis a bad time to ask for cash. More lawyers, I’m hiring.

In Washington’s District of Colombia and in New York, Rudy, yer license to practice law is suspended. In both jurisdictions, yer disbarment, seems likely. Suspended, are ye. Accordingly, ye are of but little use to me. America’s Mayor, is America, disgracing.

‘Tis a really bad time Rudy, to be asking me for money. As a matter of fact, more lawyers, I’m hiring. I could have used ye. And maybe I might even have paid ye. Yer license, DC and New York, have suspended. As a matter of fact, more lawyers, I’m hiring.

HIROSHIMA AND NAGASAKI

Witness Tsutomu Yamaguchi, who survived the dropping of two atomic bombs. Tsutomu was spending what might have been his last day in Hiroshima before going back home to his wife and infant son in Nagasaki. A fine life, Tsutomu had been living.

August 6, 1945 was supposed to be Tsutomu‘s last day in Hiroshima before returning to Nagasaki; to his infant son; and his wife. At 8:15 AM, an American B-29 bomber flew overhead. The city was instantly leveled. Instantly, 80,000 were dead or dying.

A fine life, Tsutomu, had had. He was spending his last day in Hiroshima before returning to Nagasaki; to his infant son; and his wife. Reporting to work on the 9th, the second bomb exploded even as Tsutomu, to his boss, what happened, was recounting.

On the 6th and the 9th of August 1945, the United States dropped two atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The bombings killed between 129,000 and 226,000, mostly civilians. ‘Tis the only use of nuclear weapons — ever, in a wartime setting.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Within days of one another, those two bombings killed between 129,000 and 226,000, largely civilians. ‘Tis the only use of nuclear weapons ever in a wartime setting. Not so surprisingly, shortsighted and forgetful, are we Earthlings.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time; once upon a time not so long ago I imagined. I imagined then that everything that happens — was long ago predetermined. Everything that happens was long ago predetermined. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, is evolving.

There was a Renaissance once; once upon a time. There may yet be another. That’s what I imagine is happening. Everything that happens was long ago predetermined. There may be a second, Renaissance. There may be a second, Renaissance, a-coming.

Beginning in the 14th century, Italy was the first to experience the Renaissance movement. It didn’t reach England until the sixteenth century. Historians believe that the Renaissance ended by theearly 17th century, to the Industrial Revolution, acceding.

In fits and starts, mankind goes. Discovering fire, in short order, we fired. Fire. It has been useful. Often, ‘tis fatal. And I’ve noticed, as a life-long observer of TV and the movies; largely entertaining, find the Earthlings, what on the Earth, is happening.

Discovering fire, we fired. We’ve been firing ever since. All this fighting we Earthlings find, largely, entertaining. When not ourselves fighting, we enjoy watching others engage in fighting. That’s what happening. That’s what on the good Earth, is happening.

When not ourselves fighting, we enjoy watching others fight. That’s what on Earth, is happening. As a life-long observer of TV and the movies, I’m an avid admirer of American fighters; fighters like George Patton and Audie Murphy. Like them, I’m fighting.

I’m an avid admirer of American fighters; fighters like George Washington, George Patton and Audie Murphy. Like them, for Americans, I am fighting. For you, I am fighting. If I am kept out of jail by voters, fortunately unfortunately, your retribution is coming.

AN ANCIENT RAZOR

Long ago predetermined, possibly, are all happenings. And artificial intelligence, quantum computing and Occam’s Razor all, are man-made. Enhanced intelligence promises, quantum computing. Still, an ancient Occam’s Razor, remains, compelling.

Ancient as it is, Occam’s Razor, remains compelling. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that best explains. ‘Tis often, the simplest scientific explanation, that explains. Science helps us explain. Astonishingly, Occam’s Razor, in the 21st century, remains compelling.

A 98-page indictment handed down against me late on Monday may present my biggest threat yet. As the linchpin I worked with 18 co-conspirators. We aimed to overturn the the 2020 election results. That the indictment, recklessly, is alleging.

The 98-page indictment handed down against me late last night may very well present my biggest threat yet. Along with 18 co-conspirators I attempted to overturn the 2020 election results in Georgia. That — the indictment, is recklessly, charging.

I have had prepared — an irrefutable — REPORT. ‘Tis on the presidential election fraud which took place in Georgia. I will present the REPORT on Monday; next week; personally; in Bedminster, New Jersey. Personally, an irrefutable case, I’ll be making.

Personally, this Monday upcoming, an irrefutable case, for myself, I’ll make. I find wanting the results of my attorneys. But I can be my own attorney, so to speak. In the court of public opinion, I can be my own attorney. I shall do all of my own, lying.

I’ve found wanting, my attorneys. But I can be my own attorney. In the court of public opinion, I can be, my own attorney. I can dictate the narrative; do, my own lying. I’ve found wanting, my attorneys. A hero from a precipice, is hanging.

Our hero, from a precipice, is helplessly, hanging. His deep state enemies, having framed him, have brought a series of indictments against him. In a mere four months; four indictments. Four indictments have him, from a precipice, hanging.

Occam’s Razor, across the ages, remains convincing. And compelling. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that best explains. Fortunately or unfortunately, even the simplest explanations get complicated. Witness these Earthlings and the aliens herein.

However, even the simplest explanations get complicated sometimes. Witness these Earthlings; and these aliens, herein. ‘Tis the simplest explanation that ofttimes best explains. Witness these Earthlings and the aliens herein, the Earth, sharing.

One step forward; two steps backwards. In fits and starts, onward — mankind, goes. One step forward — and all too often, two steps backwards. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, tragi-comically, evolves. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, is progressing.

Ironically, even the simplest explanations get complicated. Witness surface Earthlings and subterranean counterparts. Witness how, however implausibly, the Earthlings, both surface and subterranean, the Earth are less than symbiotically, sharing.

Witness how, however implausibly, the Earthlings, both surface and subterranean, the Earth are less than symbiotically, sharing. Witness how, however implausibly, humanity tragi-comically, evolves. Like a drunken sailor, humanity — is evolving,

Once upon a time; once upon a time, not so long ago I imagined. I imagined then that everything that happens — was long ago predetermined. Everything that happens was long ago predetermined. Like a drunken sailor, humanity, has been evolving.

ON BEING — MAN-MADE

Long ago predetermined, very possibly, were all happenings. And artificial intelligence, quantum computing and Occam’s Razor, all, are man-made. Enhanced intelligence promises, quantum computing. Still, an ancient Occam’s Razor, remains compelling.

One step forward; two steps, backwards. We got back a hostage in Haiti. And we’re working on getting back some so-called prisoners, nonetheless, actually imprisoned, in Iran. Meanwhile; in the interim; Israel and US tear at ourselves, from within.

In fits and starts, we go; one step forward and two steps, backwards. Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Americans. A hero has arisen and he is me. Not so implausibly; not so incredibly, he is me. ‘Tis for us, I’m sacrificing.

Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Urantians. A hero has arisen. Not surprisingly, he is me. A hero has arisen and he is me. I will see us through asteroids. And aliens. That’s what The Watcher says, on Earth, is happening.

Failing, are nations. Fear not though, my fellow citizens. A hero has arisen. An antihero, some say. Not surprisingly, he is me. Believe me. I know things. Secret things. I will see us through an asteroid. And aliens. Long ago predetermined were all happenings.

Implausibly; incredibly; that’s what unbelievably, seems to be happening. Long ago predetermined, possibly, were all happenings. Along with artificial intelligence and quantum computing, ‘tis Occam’s Razor in the end, I have found, compelling.

Long ago predetermined, very possibly, are all happenings. And artificial intelligence, quantum computing and Occam’s Razor are all, man-made. Enhanced intelligence, promises, quantum computing. Still, an ancient Occam’s Razor, remains compelling.

William of Occam; unknown by the public, he is well-known indeed, by logicians. His impact has been revolutionary; but not as revolutionary as it might have been. Still, revolutionary, it yet still, may be. Occam’s Razor indeed remains, most promising.

Witness Avi Loeb’s coming proof; proof of an alien technology from elsewhere. The provenance of aliens, Occam the logician would have explained to the Earthlings, may be from elsewhere or it may be from here. So Occam would argue, I’m imagining.

The provenance of aliens; logically, it must be either from elsewhere; or here. So Occam would argue. Modern day astrophysicists disagree. Logically, the aliens must be from elsewhere. Aliens can’t be from here, illogically, we’re dismissing.

Aliens can’t be from here on Earth. They must be from elsewhere. So, Occam, wouldn’t argue. William of Occam; fortunately or unfortunately, he was ahead of his time.
William of Occam‘s metaphysicists — to astrophysicists — are losing.

Simplicity is a central theme of William of Occam‘s approach; so much so that the principle has come to be known as Occam’s Razor. Occam’s Razor; fortunately or unfortunately, ‘twas a 14th century theme, we’ve been, ever since then, outdating.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, William of Occam was ahead of his time. ‘Twas the 14th century that was William‘s heyday. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, ‘tis the 21st century, today. Dismissive are Earthlings of Earth, with aliens, sharing.

‘Tis the 21st century today; ‘tis 7 centuries past the time of William of Occam. Ever dismissive of all types of aliens have been the Earthlings; dismissive of all types of aliens remain the Earthlings. They’re dismissive of the Earth, with the aliens, sharing.

FAILING — ARE THE NATIONS

Witness in Ecuador, in but a generation, the failing of a nation. Witness in Ecuador, just last week, just the latest assassination there. Witness in Ecuador what is suddenly, and not so suddenly, happening. Witness in Ecuador a nation, violently, unraveling.

In Ecuador, failing, is the nation. Witness in Ecuador, just this past last week, the latest assassinations. Witness in Ecuador, a flurry, of assassinations. Witness assassinations — and attempted assassinations. In Ecuador, in vogue, is assassinating.

On Earth, ever in vogue have been, vile assassinations. And lately, in Ecuador, Colombian ex-pats have been assassinating, Ecuadorians. Colombian ex-pats have been assassinating, the Ecuadorian politicians. In vogue in Ecuador is vile, assassinating.

Colombian ex-pats are assassinating Ecuadorian politicians. In vogue in Ecuador is narco-trafficking. In vogue in Ecuador is assassinating. Ever in vogue have been vile assassinations. And lately, in Ecuador, Colombian ex-pats, Ecuadorians have been, assassinating.

One step forward; two steps, backwards. US got back a hostage in Haiti. And US is working on getting back some so-called prisoners, nonetheless, actually imprisoned, in Iran. Meanwhile; in the interim; Israel and US tear at ourselves, from within.

In fits and starts, we go; one step forward and two steps, backwards. Failing, for the moment, are the nations. Fear not tho, my fellow Americans. A hero has arisen and he is me. Not so implausibly; not so incredibly, he is me. And for us, I’m sacrificing.

Not so implausibly, the hero is me. ‘Tis for us, I’m sacrificing. What’s so implausible about that? ‘Tis said, by their acts, shall ye know them. By my acts, I have shown. By my acts I have shown that over my own selfish interests, the Constitution, I’m defending.

By my acts; by my brave acts, time and time again I have shown that over my own selfish interests, the Constitution, I’ve defend. Nothing less than courageous, have I been.
And ‘tis only seemingly implausible, that aliens, with me, are communicating.

That aliens have been secretly communicating with me. And that ‘twas the aliens that had me move boxes of secret documents around the country. ‘Tis only seemingly, incredibly, implausible. Nonetheless, all of this — is what, to me — is happening.

‘Twas the aliens that had me move boxes of secret documents around the country. The moving of my boxes; ‘Twas part of a plan to muster the nations. ‘Tis only seemingly, incredibly, implausible. Nevertheless, all of this — is what, to me — is happening.

The moving of my boxes; ‘twas the aliens that had me move my boxes of secret documents around the country; between DC and Mar-a-Lago and Bedminster. ‘Tis only seemingly, implausible. Implausibly, all of this is what, to me, has been happening.

Not even my normally compliant attorneys believe that. They have so advised me. They won’t in court allege on my behalf that there’s alien complicity. There’s alien complicity in all my cases. From New York to Georgia and Florida, the aliens, are interfering.

WELCOME DEAR LECTOR

Beware all ye — who here — enter. Welcome, dear lector. Welcome to my world. ‘Tis not yer world too. ‘Tis only incidentally tho, yer world. Witness my life; witness yers. Witness anyone, not me. I’m the star, ever rising. I’m the star, never setting.

I’m a madman, not English; a human being, biased. A fan of Scripture; a favorite verse is Genesis 1:26. I’ve wondered about the plural pronouns, us and our. To understand who He means, we must identify the antecedent of pronouns, in 1:26, He’s using.

To understand who He means we need identify antecedents of the plural pronouns in Genesis 1:26. Given that that we can’t identify the antecedents, I’m just imagining that my jealous God lives amongst a community of His fellow Creators, creating.

Being the Creator of all things. It’s unimaginable. But a jealous God, I can relate to. A jealous God makes a lot of sense. After all, He hath described Himself as jealous Himself. A jealous God makes a lot of sense. That’s what — speculatively, I’m imagining.

Speculatively, I’ve been imagining that the clue of the pronouns in Genesis 1:26 is more meaningful than I’d ever before, even in my wildest dreams, dreamt. My imagining that God hath others in His community. I’ve found that — not so oddly — comforting.

My imagining that God hath others in His community. ‘Tis a comforting thought. ‘Tis comforting to know that God does not want for others. ‘Tis comforting to know that God’s not ever lonely. God I believe would approve of this overtly, political, messaging.

The Chinese Diamond Sutra is one of the most important works of the Buddhist faith. Titled for its potential to cut like a diamond blade through the layers of illusion in which we live, ‘tis a dialogue between the enlightened Buddha and a pupil, aging.

Dating to 868, ‘tis far older than the Gutenberg Bible. The Diamond Sutra is an artifact of great historical value. It reflects the degree of care with which it’s been conserved. It reflects the wisdom the enlightened Buddha offers the aged disciple Subhati, therein.

Suddenly everything’s more meaningful than I’ve ever before, even in the wildest of my dreams, dreamt. Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Now, he’s thrown in with me. People don’t know my true, origin story. The people need, educating.

Suddenly everything’s more meaningful than I’ve ever before, even in the wildest of my dreams, dreamt. Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Now, he’s thrown in with me. Folks don’t know my true, origin story. The folks need, educating.

Folks forget how Agent 4547, I became. Shiny things attract. And distract. Folks forget. And folks need educating. My origin story; it’s illustrative; and revealing. I’m a star, ever rising. I’m a star, never setting. Incredibly — Agent 4547 — history, is changing.

Agent 4547 — history — is changing. But folks forget how Agent 4547, I became. My origin story is illustrative and revealing. It explains how I came to believe, I’m a star ever rising; a star, never setting. Most implausibly, history, I’m a-changing.

History, I’m a-changing. And as much as I can, I’m revising it. Witness all I’ve done in but 8 years. And there’s much yet to be done. Witness Russia and China. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness in Ecuador what’s suddenly and not so suddenly, happening.

Witness in Ecuador, in but a generation, the theft of a nation. Witness in Ecuador, just last week, just the latest assassination there. Witness in Ecuador what’s suddenly, and not so suddenly, happening. Witness in Ecuador, Ecuador‘s unraveling.

BEWARE ALL YE — WHO HERE — ENTER

Beware all ye who here enter. Welcome, dear lector. Welcome to my world. ‘Tis yer world too. ‘Tis only incidentally tho, yer world too. Witness my life; witness yers. Witness anyone, that’s not me. I’m the star that’s ever rising. I’m the star that’s never setting.

Elon’s being drawn into a black hole of his own making. Like me, he lacks not, hubris. Offer him money. Offer him power. He doesn’t care. But Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Elon’s being drawn into a black hole. ‘Tis of his own making.

Are we really supposed to believe that Twitter did not exercise the disclosure rights it fought for? Or that Elon or one of his lawyers, didn’t share with me, the news? I think not. I doubt that. Of course, Elon told me. Either him or one of his lawyers is blabbing.

Elon’s thrown in with the Chinese. And the Russians. Not incidentally, he’s thrown in with me. People forget my origin story. People forget how, Agent 4547, I became. Shiny things attract. And people forget. That’s what they do. That’s what they’re doing.

Meanwhile in Hawaii, Oahu burns. Even as an asteroid, hurries. Twitter’s resistance to complying with a warrant resulted in a judge holding Twitter in contempt. And levying a $350,000 fine. All that — a federal court of appeals, in an unsealing, is revealing.

Even as an asteroid, hurries. Even as Oahu, burns. Twitter’s (now X’s) illegal resistance to complying with a warrant resulted in being held in $350,000 worth of contempt. All that and more, a federal court of appeals, in a dramatic unsealing, revealing.

The oceans have grown warm thanks in no small part to human-caused climate change, most researchers say. And El Niño, the recurring climate pattern known to temporarily heat the planet has returned. ‘Tis a perfect storm, researchers, are saying.

In Hawaii, yesterday and today, Americans are being saved from wildfires. The US Coast Guard saved some lucky ones; those who reached the waters of the ocean. Fortunately or unfortunately, even the saving and cooling, Pacific Ocean — is warming.

Even our life-sustaining oceans, are warming. The coral are bleaching. The coral are dying. The sharks are behaving, erratically; seemingly biting, more frequently. Orcas have taken to catamarans, ramming. And the temperatures keep on, arising.

Meanwhile, back in Georgia, Fani Willis is conducting herself professionally. At a recent rally I let slip her having an affair with a gang member. A gang member who was in fact, her client. Prove it by tomorrow, some are disinforming, she’s challenging.

Prove the accusation by tomorrow or face charges for sullying the image of a prosecutor, some on Twitter, disinform. Fani Willis, in any event, ought beware who she’s threatening. In any event, why should I have to face charges, for Fani Willis, defaming?

Why should I have to face charges at all? Why not invoke the Mercy Rule? Invoking the Mercy Rule in a case like mine seems to me, fair. In cases like mine, when a criminal defendant has so many cases, the Mercy Rule, fair Americans, ought be considering.

The Mercy Rule my attorneys advise is not available in cases like mine unrelated to Little League baseball. I didn’t know that. Methinks it big of me to admit that. People forget how humble I am. People forget. That’s what they do. That’s what they’re doing.

Welcome, dear lector. Beware, all ye who here, enter. Welcome to my world. ‘Tis yer world too. ‘Tis only incidentally tho, yer world too. Witness my life; witness yers. Witness anyone, that’s not me. I’m the star that’s ever rising. I’m the star that’s never setting.

‘TIS OVERWHELMING

Lahaina has been devastated. People are jumping in the ocean to escape the flames. Maui Hospital and the US Coast Guard are overwhelmed. Private boat owners are being asked to help the Coast Guard with rescues. ‘Tis locally, apocalyptic. ‘Tis overwhelming.

My fellow Americans: Witness, an apocalypse, now. Americans are being saved from wildfires today. The US Coast Guard saved the lucky ones; those who reached the waters of the ocean. And even the cooling, saving Pacific Ocean water, is warming.

Witness what in Lahaina must seem apocalyptic. Wildfire! And no 9-1-1! I see in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex a parallel to what’s happening with me. And I see in what’s happening with me what’s happening more widely. So, The Watcher, has me, writing.

As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex; as in the ancient Greek play about fate. ‘Twas from an ancient Greek play about fate. ‘Twas about fate and the all too human propensity towards rationalizing illusions. ‘Twas about, intuiting, the meaning of things.

‘Tis about intuiting the nature and meaning of things. If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye. ‘Tis all about liberty, self-defense and freedom of speech. As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex fate, I plan on confronting. More than ever, for president, I’m running.

If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! A tipping point may be tipping. This convergence of events seems telling. My response to Jack’s motion for a protective order is due at 5 pm on Monday. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. ‘Tis freedom of speech, left pending.

A tipping point seems tipping. And this convergence of events, seems telling. My response to Jack’s motion for a protective order was due at 5 pm today. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. ‘Tis freedom of speech, left pending. ‘Tis freedom of speech, I’m defending.

More than telling, this convergence of events may seem, eerily prophetic. ‘Tis because the constituent subplots that compose the totality of what, on Earth, is happening; the subplots are what they are. A larger plot — its subplots, naturally, is overriding.

‘Tis our political speech, I’m protecting. My original post was “in response to the RINO, China-loving, dishonest special interest groups and Super PACs, like the ones funded by the Koch brothers and the Club for No Growth,” my team, in its statement, is alleging.

‘Twas the Super PACs and the Koch brothers I was threatening. And ‘tis freedom of speech that protects my right to threaten — and be threatening. If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! It’s freedom of speech that for Americans, I’m constitutionally, protecting.

‘Twas the Koch brothers. And the Club for No Growth. Their RINO Super PACs are the entities I was threatening. ‘Twas Republican RINOS, I was threatening. ‘Tis freedom of speech that protects my right and yers to threaten — and be threatening.

‘Tis the right of freedom of speech that protects my right (and yers) to threaten and to be threatening. ‘Tis a great right. I made it up, from whole cloth. Like a modern day Oedipus Rex, from a fate predetermined, against all the evidence, I’m running.

As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex; as in an ancient Greek play about fate. ‘Twas from an ancient Greek play about fate, predetermined; and the all too human propensity towards rationalizing illusions. ‘Twas about, intuiting, the meaning of things.

‘Tis about intuiting the nature and meaning of things. If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye. ‘Tis about liberty, self-defense and freedom of speech. As in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex — fate, I plan on confronting. More than ever, for president, I’m running.

MY TRIAL MERITS BROADCASTING

The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of national security, paramount. ‘Tis not about ratings. ‘Tis not about me. ‘Tis about national security. Tis about paramount, national security. The trial of the millennium, merits, broadcasting.

A national broadcasting merits my trial; my trial, of the millennium. My arraignment today was telling. Telling too, is my poetry. Telling is my cadence. Telling is my tone. Telling also my words. Most telling of all today is my call, for my trial, recording.

Perhaps most telling of all today is my call for my criminal trial’s recording. ‘Tis more telling perhaps than the US, World Cup, loss. ‘Tis perhaps not more telling tho, than Israel’s, Netanyahu’s, backtracking. I call today for my criminal trial’s recording.

Distracted at the World Cup are the Swedes and the Americans. Distracted are the players. Distracted are their fanatic nations. Distracted also are the fans of the most widely played sport. I’m not too distracted tho to call for my trial’s recording.

Heartening today was the news of Israel’s Netanyahu’s, backtracking. Saving Israel’s democracy has been invaluable. Saving Israel’s democracy was the best part of today. Never mind who lost on the pitch. Jack Smith’s a bitch, at criminal, prosecuting.

Never mind who won and lost on the pitch. Who won and who lost matters, but little. What matters more is that Jack Smith’s a bitch at criminal prosecuting. Once the president anew, I’ll export Jack Smith to Israel to help with Bibi Netanyahu’s, prosecuting.

Who won and who lost matters but little. What matters more is that Jack Smith’s a freaking bitch at criminal prosecuting. I suspect that once I’m the president anew, I’ll transfer Jack Smith to Israel to help with Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu’s, prosecuting.

Except in the monarchies, generally, no man is above the law. I suspect that once I’m the president again, I’ll transfer Jack Smith to Israel to help with Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu’s, prosecuting. No man is above the law. Bibi, Jack shall be, prosecuting.

No man is above the law. That — in America — is the law. Israel’s Bibi, America’s Jack Smith, someday may be prosecuting. Once I’m the president anew, I’ll be shipping Jack Smith as far away from me as possible. To Israel, Jack, I’m shipping.

Once I’m the president again, I’ll be transferring Special Counsel Jack Smith to Israel. I’m moving him as far away from me as humanly possible. He’s deranged. And he’s got me afraid of him. But what he’s done for America, for Israel, I’m also promising.

Jack’s deranged. Jack’s got me really afraid of him. Still, what he’s done — for America — for Israel, I’m forward paying. Because I’m smart, I’m moving him far away from me; as far as possible. But what he’s done — for America — for Israel, I’m forward paying.

Because I’m smart, I’m moving Jack far away from me; as far as possible. But what he’s done for America for Israel, I’m forward paying. Jack’s got me terrified. Jack’s totally, deranged. Still, what he’s done for America for Israel — I’m, fast forward, paying.

Tis the body politic itself. ‘Tis democracy itself that I’m threatening. Beyond the trial of the century, this trial of mine is destined to be the trial of the millennium. A tipping point in history may be my trial. A tipping point, in history, may be tipping.

If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! A tipping point may be tipping. This convergence of events seems telling. A hearing on a protective order (not a gag order), is now for Monday, pending. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. Tis freedom of speech, left pending.

AFTER THEATERS OF WAR

After the theaters of war, upcoming. After Alexei Navalny’s sentencing. After the asteroid. Knowing in advance what threats are gonna happen; it might well be empowering. Accordingly, not so implausibly, I feel a gag order down my throat, a-ramming.

Because I know in advance that threats are gonna happen; because that’s what I do. And because increasingly I’m getting desperate. Because threatening is what I do, I feel a gag order down my throat an immigrant judge is unconstitutionally, a-ramming.

Because increasingly I’m getting desperate, in lieu of proper defenses and proper objections, I’m resorting to thinly veiled threats. But my so-called threats are protected free speech. My free speech, Joe Biden’s government is, unconstitutionally, censoring.

My threats are protected free speech. ‘Tis free speech that Joe Biden’s government, unconstitutionally, is censoring. I know in advance that threats are gonna happen. The government know knows it too. And everybody knows my mouth is threatening, my body’s, jailing.

Knowing in advance what threats are gonna happen. Knowing in advance what threats are gonna transpire. It might well be empowering. There will be a gag order. There will be, a gag order, imposed. Everyone knows my mouth, my body, is threatening.

There will be a gag order. There will be a gag order imposed. Everybody knows my mouth, my body, is threatening. More importantly, everyone knows my mouth, the body politic, is threatening. The body politic, that is to say, democracy, I’m threatening.

‘Tis the body politic itself. ‘Tis democracy itself that I’m threatening. Beyond the trial of the century, this trial of mine is destined to be the trial of the millennium. A tipping point in history may be my trial. A tipping point, in history, may be tipping.

If ye come for me, I’m coming for ye! A tipping point may be tipping. This convergence of events seems telling. A hearing on a protective order (not a gag order), is now for Monday, pending. ‘Tis freedom of speech at stake. Tis freedom of speech, left pending.

A hearing on a protective order is now scheduled for Monday. ‘Tis a hearing that only became necessary as a result of my posted threat, yesterday. And an extension beyond Monday has been denied. On a protective order, the Court on Monday, shall be ruling.

Distracting are events; current events, especially. Still, all politics are local. Obliviousness. It can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe is us. We can’t foresee. There is a theater of war, inexorably, a-coming.

Knowing in advance that threats are gonna happen; because that’s what I do. And because I’m increasingly desperate. Because threatening, is what I do, I feel a gag order down my throat, Joe Biden’s government and an immigrant judge, a-ramming.

Distracting are events; current events, especially. Still, all politics are local. Our obliviousness. It can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe is us. We can’t foresee. There is a theater of war, inexorably, a-coming.

Distracting especially, are current events. They needn’t be strictly political. Nonetheless, all events become political events when placed in a human context. On Earth, all events are political and all politics are local. What’s local on Earth, is encompassing.

On Earth — all events are political. And all politics — whether national or international, in essence, are local. What is local, on Earth, is all-encompassing. There is no nation on Earth that is all-encompassing. Only the Earth itself — is all-encompassing.

TRIAL OF THE MILLENNIUM

The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of paramount national security. ‘Tis not about ratings. ‘Tis not about me. ‘Tis about national security. Tis about paramount, national security. The trial of the millennium, merits, broadcasting.

A national broadcast merits my trial; my trial of the millennium. My arraignment today was telling. Telling too, is my poetry. Telling is my cadence. Telling is my tone. Telling also may be my words. Most telling of all today is my call, for my trial, recording.

There is — in twitterfiction a chance that Chief Justice Roberts acts, given that this case is so unique. Some are skeptical. Still, this national tragedy presents a forlorn Supreme Court a chance to restore a measure of the gravitas that it has been losing.

Some are skeptical. Indeed, this national tragedy presents a diminished Supreme Court a chance to restore a measure of its gravitas; the gravitas, it’s steadily, been losing. The Supreme Court has a chance to restore its tarnished and diminished, standing.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the Court has stumbled and bumbled onto an opportunity to kill multiple birds with but a stone. Implausibly; incredibly; the Court stumbled and bumbled onto an opportunity, towards its reputation, restoring.

Distracting are events; current events, especially. Still, all politics are local. Our obliviousness. It can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe is us. We can’t foresee. There is a theater of war, inexorably, a-coming.

Current events, especially, distract. Still, all politics are local. Obliviousness can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings. Woe, maybe, is us. We can’t foresee. Maybe, there is a theater of war, inexorably, or not, a-coming.

Woe maybe, is us. We can’t foresee. Maybe, there is a theater of war, inexorably, or not, a-coming. Current events, especially, distract. Still, all politics are local. Obliviousness can be a good thing. Less so our lack of empathy for our fellow human beings.

Obliviousness, sometimes, can be a good thing. Knowing in advance what’s gonna happen could well be, paralyzingly, overwhelming. Not being distracted by events that haven’t yet happened, we can focus on the lesser events, currently happening.

Knowing in advance what’s gonna happen. It might well be, paralyzingly, overwhelming. Obliviousness; it can be a good thing. There is a theater of war, whether inexorably or not, a-coming. Empathy for our fellow human beings, is also, a-coming.

Empathy for our fellow human beings, is a-coming. After the theaters of war, upcoming. After Alexei Navalny’s sentencing. After the asteroid. Knowing in advance threats are gonna happen. It might well be empowering. I feel a gag order, a-coming.

‘Twas disrespectful of the immigrant to refer to me as Mr Trump. I ought have been addressed by my former title, “President Trump.” That’s how I’m addressed at my Bedminster and Mar-a-Lago, golf clubs. “Mr President,” is the appropriate, addressing.

After the theaters of war, upcoming. After Alexei Navalny’s sentencing. After the asteroid. Knowing in advance what threats are gonna happen; it might well be empowering. Accordingly, not so implausibly, I feel a gag order down my throat, a-coming.

I know that threats are gonna happen; because that’s what we humans do. Being increasingly desperate, l’ll keep on doing what I doing. I feel a gag order down my throat, President Joe Biden’s government and a disrespectful immigrant judge, a-ramming.

TERRIFYING IS — JACK SMITH

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Like Roy, a master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. And ‘tis me, he’s indicting.

Distractions distract. That’s what they do. There’s a news cycle. And events to react to. There’s no denying the momentousness of my third indictment. Twice impeached; I am now, thrice indicted; fortunately or unfortunately, ‘tis historic, what’s happening.

There’s a news cycle. And events to react to. There’s no denying the momentousness of my third indictment. Twice impeached, I’m now thrice indicted; ‘tis historic — what’s happening. The court may feel compelled to televise, what in court, is happening.

Twice impeached, I’m now thrice indicted. And I’ve got a fourth, indictment, upcoming. Here’s hoping that the court feels compelled to televise what, in the court, and the nation, is happening. Fortunately or unfortunately, that’s not likely, happening.

I’ve got a fourth indictment coming. For the sake of the country I’m hoping that the court feels compelled to televise what in the court and the nation, is happening. That’s likely, not happening. Fortunately or unfortunately, that’s likely, not happening.

In the meantime I’ll be getting myself arraigned tomorrow; tomorrow, afternoon. I’m hoping that the court feel compelled to televise what in the court and the nation, is happening. It’s the trial of the century. I insist that the court must order, it’s televising.

Mine is the trial of the century. Not even Caesar’s trial, had he had one, would have matched mine. Not the Skopes ‘Monkey’ trial, not the Lindbergh trial; not even OJ’s trial, compares to mine. I must insist that the court must order, my trial’s, televising.

I must insist. The court must order my trial’s, televising. Not just because it’s the trial of the century. And not just because it’s the trial of the millennium. ‘Tis because, as a matter of overriding national security, the court must order, my trial’s, televising.

National security is of overriding importance. As a matter therefore of national security, the court must order my trial’s televising. The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of paramount national security, not blockbuster ratings.

I’m a ratings magnet. Since my Apprentice days; since my halcyon, TV-days; blockbuster ratings and I; we just go together. Can’t make this up. Who’d a thunk it? Who’d a thunk that for the presidency in my Apprentice days, I’d be, apprenticing.

Big, blockbuster ratings; I guarantee them. Fox News knew that. Everybody knows that. Twice impeached; I am now, thrice indicted. Like badges of honor, I wear them. And I’ve a fourth indictment, forthcoming. I’m through with my on-the-job, training.

Blockbuster ratings; I guarantee them. Fox News knows that. Everyone knows that. Twice impeached; thrice indicted. like badges of honor, I wear them. With a fourth, forthcoming, I’m through with on-the-job, training. Let’s get on with Joe Biden, impeaching.

National security is of overriding importance. As a matter therefore of national security, the court must order my trial’s televising. The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of paramount national security, not blockbuster ratings.

The trial of the millennium merits broadcasting. ‘Tis a matter of paramount national security. ‘Tis not about ratings. ‘Tis not about me. ‘Tis about national security. Tis about paramount, national security. The trial of the millennium, merits, broadcasting.

THIS IS THE BLUEPRINT

We’re oblivious yet to the subterranean Earthlings. And an asteroid, towards us, speeding. We’re oblivious too to the meaning of it all. That’s why what I’m writing is mankind’s blueprint to get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien visiting.

Incredibly, this writing is nothing less than mankind’s blueprint to progress; to make an order of magnitude, quantum leap, To get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien, visiting. Comes in 2023, over Taiwan, with China, a climactic reckoning.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel.
I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Jack is terrifying. A master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. ‘Tis me, today, he’s indicting.

Incivility reigns in Congress. Freedom, in America, reigns. Democracy, like a lot of outliers, gets beat up a lot. Democracy; she’s a natural beauty. Trans; or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. Like their women, men, their democracies, are abusing.

Trans or feminine in nature, I’d say, is democracy. In any event, men, like their women, their democracies, abuse. Men don’t trust men. They trust women, even less. Freedom in America, appears to reign. But ’tis just an illusion, most chillingly, revealing.

Men don’t trust men. Men trust women, even less. That explains, in a nutshell, human history. Men trust not one another. Men trust women, generally, less. ‘Tis human hubris. ‘Tis national sovereignty. ‘Tis all this psycho-social, brainwashing.

Men don’t trust one another. Men trust women, even less. And domestic violence reflects violence to the larger community Freedom in America, appears to reign. Everything seems just an illusion. Woke seems all this psycho-social, cross-cultural, brainwashing.

Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, speeds towards us; even as Earthlings, subterranean, as long as possible, avoid us. Oblivious to Earthlings subterranean are the surface are the Earthlings. A Godspeeding asteroid, fast towards us, is speeding.

Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. I fear for the Koreas. I fear for Japan. Even as the Earthlings, subterranean, as long as possible, have been avoiding us. Even as they know, contact, cometh. Cometh an asteroid, Godspeeding.

Witness in Pakistan the tragic opening of the electoral season. And witness in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. Succumbing is Haiti. Oblivious to we Earthlings on the surface are Earthlings, subterranean. Even as a Godspeeding asteroid, fast towards us, is speeding.

I’m witnessing in Haiti a lifeline from Kenya. And in Pakistan a tragic opening to the Pakistani electoral season. More importantly, oblivious to the techno Earthlings subterranean are the effectively primitive and effectively blind, surface Earthlings.

From Kenya, witness, a lifeline to Haiti. And witness in Pakistan this most tragic opening to the electoral season. Oblivious are the techno Earthlings subterranean to the primitive and effectively blind surface Earthlings. Not color blind tho, are we Earthlings.

In his search for truth Ray Cohn wouldn’t ever back off. Ray wouldn’t back down. A master was Ray at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. I see a lot of Roy Cohn in the Justice Department’s Special Counsel, Jack Smith. ‘Tis terribly, terrifying.

Terrifying is the Justice Department’s Special Counsel.
I see a lot of Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. Like Roy, a master is Jack at getting the goods; at uncovering, the truth. A master is Jack at getting the goods and uncovering the truth. ‘Tis me, tonight, he’s indicting.

DISTRACTIONS DISTRACT

Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Witness in Pakistan, the tragic opening of the electoral season. Witness in Haiti, a lifeline from Kenya. Hold on, Haiti! We’re oblivious yet to subterranean Earthlings. And to an asteroid, that towards us, is speeding.

What I’m writing is nothing less than mankind’s blueprint to progress; to make an order of magnitude, quantum leap, forward. To get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien, visiting. Comes in 2023, over Taiwan, with China, a reckoning.

We’re oblivious yet to the subterranean Earthlings. And an asteroid, towards us, speeding. We’re oblivious too to the meaning of it all. That’s why what I’m writing is mankind’s blueprint to get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien visiting.

Incredibly, this writing is nothing less than mankind’s blueprint to progress; to make an order of magnitude, quantum leap, To get from here to there. After the asteroid; after an alien, visiting. Comes in 2023, over Taiwan, with China, a climactic reckoning.

Ontology; ‘tis the study of the nature of being. Methinks that because I think — that therefore — I am. I bleed when I cut myself. And it hurts, when I cut myself. And the hurt and the blood, ebbs and flows. Illusory, ofttimes seems, the nature of being.

Illusory seems the nature of being. Notwithstanding thoughts: and feelings; notwithstanding pain; and bleeding. Illusory ofttimes seems the nature of being. Still I imagine how unpalatable, predetermined things might be made, somehow, appetizing.

Epiphanies being at least an order of magnitude greater than revelations, ‘twas for me a revelation to learn that every 10th simulation is experimental. That’s some Creative Designing! ‘Tis an insight into ontology. Ontology; ‘tis the study of the nature of being.

Whether what happens can ultimately be determined to have been predetermined depends. It depends on whether what happens, can be explained. ‘Tis dependent on the nature of being; and human nature. Dependency on such things is inherently misleading.

A lot depends on what can be explained. So hath explained The Watcher to me. Accordingly, a lot depends on the nature of being. And human nature. Dependency on such things is inherently misleading. Witness my trial of the century, soon upcoming.

Telepathically, beings have been communicating with me. My lawyers tho, seem adamant. They won’t argue my alien communications argument to any court. Except for Aileen Cannon and Clarence Thomas, perhaps, so much for, courageous, lawyering.

My lawyers won’t argue my alien communications argument. They say it’s a loser. They say that like Rudy, it’ll lose them, their licenses. The argument is a loser. So unanimously say, my ineffective lawyers, my only truthful defense, effectively, eviscerating.

My lawyers have been adamant. They won’t argue my alien communications argument to any court. They insist no Cory’s gonna believe that aliens telepathically had me take those top secret files. Lord knows, my resourceful Ray Cohn, I am missing.

My lawyers won’t argue my novel alien communications argument before any court. Lord knows, Ray Cohn, I am missing. In his search for truth, Ray Cohn wouldn’t back off. Ray Cohn wouldn’t back down. Ray Cohn was a master of the truth, uncovering.

In his search for truth Ray Cohn wouldn’t back off. Ray wouldn’t back down. Ray was a master of the truth, legally, and illegally, uncovering; a master of getting the goods on one. anyone. I see a lot of my Roy Cohn in Jack Smith. ‘Tis — terribly, terrifying.

ON ONTOLOGY

Ontology; ‘tis the study of the nature of being. Methinks that because I think, therefore, I am. I bleed when I cut myself. And it hurts. It hurts, when I cut myself. And the hurt and the blood, ebbs — and flows. Illusory, ofttimes seems, the nature of being.

My authorship of this; ‘tis Arthur’s and The Watcher’s also.
‘Tis actually The Watcher’s experimental study of the nature of being; and human nature; and geopolitics, on Earth. Every 10th simulation is experimental. That, The Watcher explains, is what’s happening.

Every 10th simulation is experimental. So hath explained The Watcher. And epiphanies being at least an order of magnitude greater than revelations, ‘twas at least a revelation to learn that every 10th simulation is experimental. That’s some Creative Designing!

In the order of things, every 10th simulation is experimental. Distractions distract. That’s what, by design, they do. Thank God, we’re oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, races. Witness Russia and China and America, counter-productively, competing.

What happens may never be known. Government websites sometimes erase one from the record. Changing climates, often trigger, geopolitical, changes. Akin to American Republicans are the Chinese. They prioritize, sometimes, a bad history, revising.

Meanwhile; back at the Metaverse; the Reality Labs division has racked up multi-billion dollar losses. Zuck’s company
as a whole tho continues to perform well. Back to my, virtual, reality. Zuck’s cage fight talk with fellow tech titan Elon is softening.

Fortunately or unfortunately the cage fight talk with Elon is softening. ‘Tis back to imposing my virtual reality. ‘Tis the reality that I’m imposing on everybody. Beyond the presidency I am eyeing, the dictatorship, of the planet. Dictating, I’m imagining.

The cage fight talk between Elon and the Zuck, in tone, is softening. And Russia, the Ukraine is battling, to a standstill. The Ukraine’s western-aided counteroffensive is underway. And Vladimir Putin, Volodymyr Zelenskyy, resolutely, is resisting.

Russia the Ukraine is battling to a standstill. That’s a big problem for everybody. Life’s not fair. Nations are neither friends nor enemies, but frenemies, in the long term. Allegiances come and go, even as the circumstances, are changing.

Distractions are distracting. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness our all too human, obliviousness. We’re oblivious to Earthlings, subterranean. We’re oblivious as well to an asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness Israel and Iran. Witness Haiti. And the rape of Africa. Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Thank God, we’re naturally oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

Witness Israel. Witness Iran. Witness Haiti and the rape of Africa. Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Thank God, we’re oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, Godspeeds. Witness Russia and China and America, counter-productively, competing.

Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness our all too human, obliviousness. We’re oblivious to Earthlings, subterranean. We’re oblivious as well to an asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

Witness Ukraine and Taiwan. Witness Russia and China. Witness Israel and Iran. Witness Haiti. And the rape of Africa. Distractions distract. That’s what they do. Thank God, we’re naturally oblivious to that asteroid that towards us, is Godspeeding.

PLOT TWISTING — TWISTS OF FATE

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There are lessons@chachomanopapa, chachomanopapa.com and chachomanopapa_threads.net. One of the original Nephilim was, and is, The Watcher. The Watcher bears watching. And The Watcher’s psychographic writing, bears reading.

Amongst platforms like Twitter and Threads and Bluesky and Mastodon, ‘tis Twitter and Threads that seem best positioned, to prosper. Twists of fate and plot twists make for great entertainment. More is happening here, than ‘tis to the eye, appearing.

More is happening here than meets the eye. Viewed from Luna, the twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? More is Between Twitter and Threads, most extraordinary happenings are happening.

Qin Gang, Xi Jinping’s protege, the Chinese have removed. The aggressive young wolf warrior has been removed. ‘Tis telling. The Chinese Communist Party’s sudden removal of Xi Jinping’s shooting star protege Qin Gang is, akin to a tremor, quite telling.

Wang Yi is in. Qin Gang is out. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not an earthquake. Gone is Qin Gang. It might be simple corruption. It might be a beautiful woman. No one knows what has happened to Qin Gang. It might be another case of irreligious, infiltrating.

No one knows what has happened to Qin Gang. It might be yet another case of irreligious, infiltrating. Western religions, corrupting, the state. It might be simple, economic, corruption. It might be a woman. Involved is a beautiful woman, the rumor mill, briefly, was rumoring.

Whatever happened to Qin Gang? Whatever happened to him, may never be known. Chinese government websites have erased him from the record. Autocratic are the Chinese. Akin to my American Republicans are the Chinese. ‘Tis about histories, revising.

What happened to Qin Gang may never be known. Chinese government websites have erased him from the record. Autocratic are the Chinese. Akin to my American Republicans, are the Chinese. ‘Tis about Chinese and American histories, revising.

What happens may never be known. Chinese government websites have already erased Qin Gang from the record. Akin to American Republicans are the Chinese. Changing climates trigger geopolitical changes. They prioritize, bad history, revising.

Changing climates trigger geopolitical changes. Changes are happening. Pan Gongsheng is now the first Chinese central banker since the 1990s not to be a member of the committee.; Xi Jinping seems to be pivoting; Expertise over loyalty, Xi seems, prioritizing.

In China, change is happening. Pan Gongsheng is now the first Chinese central banker in China since the 1990s not to be a member of the Party committee. To expertise over loyalty to the Party, Xi Jinping seems to be pivoting. Loyalty to the Party is ebbing.

What happened to Qin Gang may never be known. Autocratic are the Chinese. Chinese government websites have completely erased him from the record. Akin to my American Republicans are the Chinese. ‘Tis about Chinese and American histories, revising.

What happens may never be known. Chinese government websites have already erased Qin Gang from the record. Changing climates trigger geopolitical changes Akin to American Republicans are the Chinese. They prioritize, bad history, revising.

THE MYSTERY OF QIN GANG

Chinese civilization has for a long time been a host to a variety of the planet’s religio-philosophical traditions. Officially atheist is the nation of China. Nonetheless, Confucianism, Taoism (Daoism) and Buddhism constitute, China’s core, “three teachings”.

China has been, since 1949, governed by the Chinese Communist Party. AMarxist-Leninist atheist institution the Party prohibits party members from practicing religion whilst in office. The Chinese Communist Party, all religions, is disfavoring.

In 2007, according to an official at the Chinese government religions affairs department, there were 130 million Catholic and Protestant Christians in China at that time. There may be more, or less, now. It’s hard to tell. Not too many, are really counting.

Qin Gang is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not no earthquake. In a mere three weeks Qin Gang has become a has-been. But why? It might be economic corruption. It might be a woman. Or it might be yet another case of religious, infiltrating.

Wang Yi is in. Qin Gang is out. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, threatening, an earthquake. In just three weeks Qin Gang is become a has-been. But why? It might be simple corruption. It might be a woman. It might be yet another case of irreligious, infiltrating.

Qin Gang, the aggressive young wolf warrior has been
removed suddenly. Qin Gang is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not no earthquake. But make no mistake. A quake is coming. In a just three weeks Qin Gang’s become, a literal, has-been.

Foreign Minister Qin Gang is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor, not no earthquake. Make no mistake tho. Sometimes tremors signal, quakes are coming. There’s more to the story than that Qin Gang has become, so almost literally, a has-been.

In need of a compelling story, taking over for Vladimir are me and my good buddy, Xi Jinping. I’ve explained to Xi what the aliens explained to me. Fortunately or unfortunately, methinks, he believeth me not. Incredibly implausible, finds my story, Xi Jinping.

In need of a compelling human story, Xi and I are taking over for Vladimir. I’ve explained to Xi what the aliens explained to me. Unfortunately, he believed me not. Incredibly implausible, finds my story, Xi Jinping. Plausibly, incredible finds my story, Xi Jinping.

Terrified is Xi Jinping of not following through on Taiwan. Terrified is Xi Jinping of not personifying the new age, Chinese, wolf warrior. Fortunately — or unfortunately, vacillating is, Xi Jinping. Vacillating lately have been Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping.

China has removed Foreign Minister Qin Gang. Xi Jinping’s protege, is removed. Qin Gang, the aggressive young wolf warrior is out. Wang Yi is in. ‘Tis a geopolitical tremor; not no earthquake. In three weeks Qin Gang’s become a literal has-been.

China unceremoniously replaced Foreign Minister Qin Gang with his predecessor Wang Yi. In today’s China there’s no need for pomp. There’s no need for ceremony. The Chinese unceremoniously remove anyone, to the Party, too embarrassing.

In today’s China there’s no need for no pomp. There’s no need for ceremony. The Chinese unceremoniously, Qin Gang, have removed. Xi’s protege Qin Gang the aggressive young wolf warrior, the Party, hath removed. ‘Tis most telling. ‘Tis most ironically, telling.

Xi Jinping’s protege, Qin Gang, the Chinese have removed. The aggressive young wolf warrior has been removed. ‘Tis telling. The Chinese Communist Party’s sudden removal of Xi Jinping’s shooting star protege Qin Gang is, akin to a tremor, quite telling.

A NEPHELIM ORIGINAL

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So who will I pick for veep? Although I won’t rule out Mike Pence, the buzz is turning towards two, outspoken, women. Despite her reputation for verbal gaffes, Greene might appeal both to me and my voters. Melania though, Kari Lake, is threatening.

I won’t rule out Mike Pence. The buzz tho is in tapping an outspoken woman; one like Lake; or Greene. Despite her penchant for gaffes, Marjorie Taylor Greene appeals both both to me and my voters. Melania finds Kari Lake tho, more threatening.

Not so incidentally, Qin Gang hasn’t been seen for weeks. Once one of China’s most prominent voices, Qin Gang hasn’t been heard from. An early adopter of the rhetoric now known as China’s “wolf warrior diplomacy,” Qin Gang’s whereabouts, bear watching.

Qin Gang hasn’t been seen for 3 weeks. Once one of China’s most prominent voices to the outside world Qin Gang hasn’t been seen for weeks. A devotee of the combative rhetoric now known as China’s “wolf warrior diplomacy,” Qin Gang, bears watching.

One online theory, widely-shared, says Qin Gang was being investigated over an alleged extramarital affair. When asked about the rumor on Monday, Foreign Minister Spokesperson Mao Ning, any such, extramarital matter, the Ministry, was denying.

Viewed from Luna, the twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? There are lessons herein@chachomanopapa, chachomanopapa.com and chachomanopapa_threads.net, The Watcher, bears watching.

My response to a question on my faith raises questions. I retain strong support from Evangelical Christians, especially. Over 75 percent of Christians voted for me in 2016 and 2020. Loyal have been the willfully blind Evangelicals on whom I’m counting.

Willful blindness. Legally, ‘tis a thing. Willful blindness happens when a court so rules. As in my trials wherein I argue, nonsensically. Politically tho, 75 percent of Evangelical Christians voted for me in 2016 and 2020. Being willfully blind tho, isn’t incapacitating.

Being willfully blind isn’t at all, incapacitating. In contrast to legal forums, in political forums, disinformation is favored. Thanks to the willful blindness of my Evangelical Christians, I’ve got them mostly in my thrall. And so for president, happily, I’m running.

Thanks to my hubris and thanks too to the willful blindness of Evangelical Christians I’ve got them mostly enthralled. That’s why for president, happily, I’m running. Even more than William Wordsworth’s Lord Nelson, I am the happiest warrior, running.

Wordsworth begins by asking “Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he / What every man in arms should wish to be?” William then proceeds to answer his own query: Lord Nelson was happiest once. Thankfully tho, I’m the happiest warrior, yet still, living.

At Twitter and Threads and at platforms like Bluesky and Mastodon. ‘Tis Twitter and Threads tho that seem best positioned to prosper. Twists of fate and plot twists make for great entertainment. More is happening here, than ‘tis appearing.

More is happening here than meets the eye. Viewed from Luna, the twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? More is Between Twitter and Threads there are, most extraordinary happenings.

IN TWEETS AND THREADS

At Twitter and Threads; and elsewhere. There’s more than enough wealth. Let us share it. Vlad is ill. In the interim, Xi and I are taking over. Temporarily; unless, it becomes permanent. That will all happen later; after I’m re-elected. That’s why I’m running.

We’ve enough wealth. Let’s share it. Putin is ill. In the interim, Xi and I are taking over. It’ll be temporary ; until, possibly, it becomes permanent. That will all happen later; once I’m, once again, presiding. After the explosion; after the aliens. It’s why I’m running.

Each individual marches to the beat of their own drummer. And everyone knows that the nations constrain their citizens’ march. Witness China, Russia and America. Altogether unknown tho is that Twitter and Threads, with an asteroid and aliens, are intersecting.

Everyone knows that the nations constrain their citizens. Witness China, Russia and America. Twitter and Threads, along with events unforeseen, are intersecting. As are we all. Vlad is ill. As a consequence, in the interim, taking over, are me and my buddy, Xi Jinping.

In need of a compelling story, taking over for Vladimir are me and my good buddy, Xi Jinping. I’ve explained to Xi what the aliens explained to me. Fortunately or unfortunately, methinks, he believeth me not. Incredibly implausible, finds my story, Xi Jinping.

Finding interactions with aliens exceedingly implausible, Xi Jinping finds my story, nonetheless, under the circumstances, credible. Still, he’s afraid. Terrified is Xi Jinping of not following through on Taiwan. Fortunately or unfortunately, vacillating is, Xi Jinping.

Terrified is Xi Jinping of not following through on Taiwan. Terrified is Xi Jinping of not personifying the new age, Chinese, wolf warrior. Fortunately — or unfortunately, vacillating is, Xi Jinping. Vacillating lately have been Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping.

Indecisive lately have been Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping. And Vladimir’s indecision in Ukraine is mirrored by Xi’s own indecision; and his own misgivings about Taiwan. They in turn, mirror my own. I am misgiving, personified; overbearing; imposing.

I am misgiving, personified; overbearing; and imposing. ‘Tis rich; ‘tis rich that Ukraine and Taiwan mirror Russia and China. Finding interactions with aliens exceedingly implausible, Xi Jinping finds my story, nonetheless, credible. Still, terrified is Xi Jinping.

A netherworld of sorts; ‘tis where the future resides. There await all the events that haven’t yet happened. Events like those prophesied by Baba Vanga for 2023. Awaits the Earth, 2023’s alien visitation. And 2023’s nuclear explosion, not imploding.

Awaits Earth and its Earthlings in 2023, transformational, events. And alien, Earthlings, subterranean. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads. Between America, China, Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens — damn dumb, seem we Earthlings.

In short; in tweets and threads. Everything’s predetermined. I’m Agent 4547. Xi Jinping and I, for Russia’s Vladimir, are taking over. Nobody know what’s happening. No one but me; and Arthur; and The Watcher. Only we appear to know what’s happening.

In tweets and threads; was Oppenheimer an American Prometheus? Or is the analog for Prometheus, more appropriately, the Americans? The co-authors of this seem to know what’s happening. But only The Watcher, actually knows, what’s happening.

The twists of fate and the plot twists twisting on Earth make for great entertainment. Are ye not entertained? There are lessons herein; @chachomanopapa and at chachomanopapa.com and at chachomanopapa_threads.net. A Nephilim, The Watcher, bears watching.

AT TWITTER AND THREADS

In a drunken stupor; in a dream; in a reverie, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered an awesome power in tweets. Then I discovered an awesome power in Threads. I’ve discovered two algorithms, mind-blowing.

Once upon a time I‘d fancied being a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered an awesome metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm. Then I discovered an awesome metaphysical power in Threads. Between them I’ve discovered, what on Earth, is happening.

Between Twitter and Threads I’ve made a great discovery. ‘Tis not a physical discovery. ‘Tis, I believe, metaphysical. ‘Tis possibly, also, alchemical. Between Twitter and Threads, I’ve discovered an awesome alchemical power, in quantum posting.

At the intersection of Twitter and Threads. That’s where we are. Between America and China. Between Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens, we Earthlings are pretty damn dumb. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads, await the Earthlings.

A netherworld of sorts; ‘tis where the future resides. There await all the events that haven’t yet happened. Events like those prophesied by Baba Vanga for 2023. Awaits the Earth, 2023’s alien visitation. And 2023’s nuclear explosion, not imploding.

Awaits Earth and its Earthlings in 2023, transformational, events. And alien, Earthlings, subterranean. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads. Between America, China, Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens — damn dumb, seem we Earthlings.

Not as wise as they seem, are the Earthlings. There’s a wide gap, between the so-called intelligentsia, and the masses. Power, to the people. Power, to the masses. There’s a wide gap between the so-called intelligentsia and the masses. The gap, is widening.

There’s a gap between the so-called intelligentsia and the masses. And the gap, is widening. The nation-states are failing. And it’s 2023. Zaporizhzhia threatens Ukraine. And the aliens are here, already. And nobody but me seems to know, what’s happening.

In short; in a tweet; in a thread. Everything’s predetermined. I’m Agent 4547. And Xi Jinping and I, for Russia’s Vladimir, are taking over. Nobody know what’s happening. No one but me; and Arthur; and The Watcher. Only we appear to know what’s happening.

In tweets and threads; was Oppenheimer an American Prometheus? Or is the analog for Prometheus, more ironically, the Americans? The co-authors of this seem to know what’s happening. But only The Watcher, actually knows, what’s happening.

Is Oppenheimer, the American Prometheus? Or is the analog for Prometheus, more appropriately, collectively, the Americans? The Watcher‘s words; they’re words well worth heeding. Alas — there are histories — well worth — not repeating.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. George Santayana said that way back in 1905; before the World Wars. George said that way back in 1905. Condemned are we to forgetting. Condemned are we, to fighting.

At the intersection of Twitter and Threads; that’s where we are. Between America and China. Between Ukraine and Taiwan. For Homos so sapiens, we Earthlings seem pretty damn stupid. At the intersection of Twitter and Threads — await, oblivious Earthlings.

At Twitter and Threads; and elsewhere. There’s more than enough wealth. Let us share it. Vlad is ill. In the interim, Xi and I are taking over. Temporarily; unless it becomes permanent. That will all happen after I’m re-elected as the president. That’s why I’m running.

DIRTY HARRY KNOWS

“A man’s got to know his limitations,” I like to say. But no man I have ever known, ever has. It’s the hubris we share as a species. Not knowing one’s limitations ends up being extremely limiting. Witness my experience. ‘Tis been, uniquely, humiliating.

“I like to say, a man’s got to know his limitations,” No man I have ever known, ever has. Limitations are frowned upon. Not knowing one’s limitations ends up being, fortunately or unfortunately, most limiting. Witness my experience, most humiliating.

It’s the hubris we share as a species. It’s the hubris, we disparately, share. Depending on circumstances, it functions, differently. Hubris may function to free us from constraints. Hubris may constrain. “A man’s got to know his limitations,” I never tire of saying.

TV’s cartoons and Hollywood’s movies. And the cartoonish characters of the cartoons and the movies and the weekly TV shows. They taught me everything I needed to know. They taught me everything I needed to know about surviving; about succeeding.

Everything I ever needed to know about surviving and succeeding I learned from the likes of Wily Coyote and Dirty Harry. A man’s got to know his limitations. Dirty Harry, in particular, taught me: A man’s got to know, what limitations, limit him.

Review events, in context. Notwithstanding a second attack on the bridge to Crimea, Putin’s options are limited. And Putin knows his limitations. Putin’s options are limited. A man’s got to know what limitations limit him. So advises, China’s, Xi Jinping.

Notwithstanding a second attack on the bridge to Crimea, Putin’s options are limited. And Putin knows his limitations. Putin’s options are limited. A man’s got to know what limitations limit him. Review events in context, advises, China’s, Xi Jinping.

Russia has gathered 100,000 troops along the northern frontline. Their poor quality and composition however likely will hinder Russia’s ability to achieve, more than tactically significant, gains. Russia’s offensive operations, generally, are failing.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. “It is sweet and proper to die for one’s country.” The Latin word patria (homeland), literally means the country of one’s fathers. ‘Tis stunning. ‘Tis a sentiment the Ukrainians feed on. ‘Tis a sentiment, Russians, find wanting.

To gloriously die for one’s country; ‘tis a sentiment that Ukrainians may feed on. ‘Tis a sentiment, on the other hand that the Russians may certainly, find wanting. “It is sweet and proper to die for one’s country.” Unless it isn’t — if the nations — are lying.

Seems Rudy’s flipped. Giuliani evades Jan. 6 target letter after his meeting with prosecutors. Rudy’s America’s Mayor. Rudy was telling the truth. Rudy Giuliani didn’t do anything wrong. It’s that simple. Rudy’s, America’s Mayor. Rudy’s not capable, of lying.

Seems the whole planet’s flipped. Rudy Giuliani didn’t do anything wrong. Me, neither. It’s that simple. Still; nonetheless, I too may be forced to cop a plea. But ‘tis not that simple. What seems a no-brainer; retiring to golfing it seems, isn’t happening.

Russia has gathered 100,000 troops along the northern frontline. Their poor quality and composition tho likely will hinder Russia’s ability to achieve more than tactically significant gains. Russia’s offensive operations, generally, are failing.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. “It is sweet and proper to die for one’s country.” The Latin patria (homeland), literally means the country of one’s fathers. ‘Tis a sentiment Ukrainians feed on. ‘Tis a sentiment, Vladimir Putin’s Russians, find wanting.

IN ANY EVENT

After Zaporizhzhia. After an asteroid. After the aliens. Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. A collision with an asteroid may also happen. Or not. In any event, the aliens with me have been for sons time, communicating.

After an asteroid. After aliens. After Zaporizhzhia. Baba Vanga predicted two of three in 2023. This evidences that aliens, indeed, are communicating with me. Stay tuned to chachomanopapa.com in 2023. Stay tuned; whether or not a collision, is happening.

After an explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After an asteroid. After aliens. After an asteroid, the aliens are coming. Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. That’s not to say a collision with that asteroid’s not happening.

Humanity’s no monolith. Everyone’s experience is different. Every nation’s experience is different, also. “A man’s got to know his limitations,” I always say. But no man I’ve ever known, ever has. Not knowing one’s limitations; it oft ends up being, very limiting.

“A man’s got to know his limitations,” I like to say. But no man I have ever known, ever has. It’s the hubris we share as a species. Not knowing one’s limitations often ends up being extremely limiting. Witness my experience. ‘Tis been, humiliating.

Life is good. Life is awful. God willing, we Earthlings will do what we do; as in the past, we’ve often done. Challenged, we’ll persevere. Challenged, perhaps, we’ll overcome. Everyone’s experience is different. And every nation’s experience is different. Time shall be telling.

Once again, life is good. God willing, we Earthlings will do what we do; as in the past, we’ve often done. Challenged, we’ll persevere. Challenged, perhaps, we’ll overcome. Time will tell if through 2023, persevering may be, the ever never-say-die, Earthlings.

My outbursts have been met with silence so far. Since my indictment last month I have publicly been calling Special Counsel Jack Smith “deranged” and a “psycho.” I’ve said he “looks like a crackhead.” A gag order — I fear. A gag order I trust — is coming.

A gag order I trust is coming. I fear it not tho, actually. I see a great opportunity in the indignity of being briefly held in custody. I see great opportunity in the fundraising opportunity. I see great opportunity in my jailing; and in my public handcuffing.

There is great opportunity in the indignity of my being held in custody. There is great opportunity in the fundraising opportunity. I see great opportunity in my jailing; in my public handcuffing. As long as it’s brief, it’ll make for great, fundraising.

There’s alchemy and black holes on Earth, in a sense. There’s gold in them ‘thar‘ hills. There’s gold in them ‘thar’ black hole, donors. ‘Twas the that Creator created gold. And donors. And black holes. And it’s gold that’s got a hold of us silly, human beings.

These freaking Eureka moments; more and more and seemingly faster and faster, they converge. I had a Eureka moment once upon a time in the bathtub. I had a Eureka moment in a tub, a-rub-a-dub-rubbing. A climax doth seem — this converging.

In a dream; in a reverie; in a drunken stupor, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, in an unusual way, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered a power in Twitter’s algorithm. I discovered a metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm, mind-blowing.

Vladimir Putin is become Death, The Destroyer. And I, one of the alleged co-authors of this — am Agent 4547. But I am an agent, moreover, of my Creator. I am above all, my Creator’s agent. Vladimir Putin is become Death, the destroyer, self-destroying.

LIFE IS GOOD

Life is good. Despite his success, Joe is mired in his approval ratings. In contrast, I’m a twice-indicted candidate; the undisputed ‘capo’ of my party. I am the discoverer of the phenomenon now known as ‘fake news’. Worse yet, to global dictating, I’m aspiring.

As a matter of social engineering the expectations of the moviemaking business aren’t realistic. The expectations
of the writers and actors, less so. Everybody’s got though, great expectations. Job actions add to challenges the moviemaking business is facing.

A twice-indicted candidate, I’m the undisputed ‘capo’ of my party. I discovered the phenomenon known as fake news. After my next presidency, to global dictating, I aspire. I’m taking over from Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, Vladimir and Xi Jinping’s wishes, notwithstanding.

Xi and I are taking over from Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, Vladimir and Xi Jinping’s wishes, notwithstanding. To be a one and only global dictator, I’m aspiring. I’m taking over from Vladimir, albeit over his objections. And over the objections of Xi Jinping.

Yet another strike. ‘Tis illustrative. A striking of the face is analogous to a missile strike. International violence is a logical extension of domestic strife. And overcrowding. The bad news is everything‘s learned. And the good news as well is, learned, is everything.

Hollywood actors are poised to strike. Their SAG-AFTRA contract expired at midnight. Notwithstanding the eleventh hour efforts of a federal mediator, actors failed to agree to a new film and TV contract. Against the producers, they’re striking.

‘Zuck the cuck’ is surrounded by some top UFC talents. Recent images show that he’s been benefiting from an intense training camp. He seems in much better shape than his opponent. And ’tis none other than Elon — ‘the walrus’ Musk — that the Zuck’s, bamboozling.

We’ve come a long way. “Oppenheimer” has been premiering to rave reviews. I too aspire to rave reviews; once I’m president again. After the explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After the asteroid. After aliens; after an asteroid. After an asteroid, aliens are coming.

After the explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After the asteroid. After aliens. After an asteroid, the aliens are coming. Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. That’s not to say a collision with an asteroid’s not happening.

Baba Vanga predicted both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation in 2023. That’s not to say a collision with an asteroid’s not happening. Baba Vanga predicted for 2023, both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation. That’s not to say a collision’s not happening.

Both did the Bulgarian Baba Vanga predict for 2023; both, a nuclear explosion; and an alien visitation. That’s not to say that a collision with an asteroid is out of the question. Both Putin and Zelenskyy know of Baba Vanga. Both know of her soothsaying.

Both Vladimir Putin and Volodymyr Zelenskyy know of Baba Vanga‘s remarkable record of soothsaying. Still; no one mentions her. To do so would be discrediting. To do so would be, self-defeating. To do so would be — beyond — uber, humiliating.

No one’s mentioning the Bulgarian Baba Vanga. No one’s mentioning, the mystic’s predictions. For 2023, both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation were predicted. That’s not to say that an Earth’s collision with an itinerant asteroid isn’t happening.

No one mentions Ms Baba Vanga. No one mentions Ms Baba‘s predictions. For 2023, both a nuclear explosion and an alien visitation were predicted. That’s not to say that Earth’s collision with an itinerant asteroid is happening. That’s not to say tho — it’s not happening.

OPPENHEIMER

We’ve come a long way baby. “Oppenheimer” has been premiering to rave reviews. I too may get rave reviews; once I’m president again. After the explosion at Zaporizhzhia. After the asteroid. After the aliens; after the asteroid. After the asteroid, the aliens are coming.

Of course seeing as “Oppenheimer” is about the development of the atomic bomb it shouldn’t be too surprising that it’s a harrowing watch. Imagine how harrowing, in reality. Imagine, Oppenheimer. There’s a theater of war, coming. ‘Tis not — that surprising.

Film and TV shoots have already shut down due to the writers strike but if actors join writers on Thursday, Hollywood could be left dead in the water. Or shut down. Read more at chachomanopapa.com. I’m online everyday. Everyday, I’m tweeting — and threading.

The Authors Guild, a US-based advocacy group that supports the working rights of writers published an opening letter last week calling on the chief executives of Big Tech and AI companies to obtain permission from authors, in twitterfiction, in writing.

A suit against OpenAI and Meta claims that “much of the material” used to train the tool “comes from copyrighted
works. Works were copied by defendants without consent, without credit and without compensation regardless of copyrights, infringing.

Alchemical events in the universe, are happening. There’s gold in them thar black holes; way out there in space and time. And there’s alchemy, in its different sense, on Earth. Black holes, The Creator created, create gold. And it’s gold that’s got a hold of human beings.

Mere months after securing his seat on theSupreme Courtin highly contentious confirmation hearings, Clarence Thomas joined the Horatio Alger Association of Distinguished Americans. Rags-to-riches Americans, it has long been, honoring.

Imagine the degree to which Clarence Thomas’ associations with the Association‘s members brought him proximity to a lifestyle of near unimaginable material privilege; V.I.P. access to sporting events. And lavish parties, less unimaginable, I’m imagining.

In launching Threads, Zuckerberg said: “The goal is to keep it friendly as it expands. I think it’s possible and will ultimately be the key to its success.” Musk has now gone low, calling Zuck a ‘cuck’; and a mixed martial arts bout with the Zuck, as if in desperation, proposing.

Years of bitterness between the two billionaires has only intensified since Zuck launched Threads last week. Musk’s latest posts were the final straw for some longtime Twitter users. Some users who’d long considered ditching Twitter, finally, are leaving.

Zuck and Musk are eventhreatening to fight each otherin a cage match; really; a real life, mixed martial arts, cage match., Musk would add members to the tale of the tape. It wouldn’t work in Europe. But in Sin City; in Las Vegas, it’s a sin, in the making.

Musk would add some members to the tale of the tape. That disgusting spectacle wouldn’t ever work in Europe. But in Sin City; in Las Vegas tho, it’s a natural; sins in Las Vegas, seem less sinful, somehow. Let us hope that for humanity’s sake, that’s not happening.

Such a disgusting spectacle wouldn’t ever work in Europe. ‘Tis because of a regulatory framework protecting privacy in the EU. In Las Vegas tho, it’s a natural; sins in Las Vegas aren’t sinful. Let’s hope that for humanity’s sake — this isn’t happening.

One would hope that for humanity’s sake what we see happening before our very own eyes, isn’t what’s really happening. Recall Occam’s Razor. Recall Occam’s Razor as ye consider my much more plausible explanation for everything that’s happening.

ALCHEMICAL EVENTS — BE HAPPENING

Alchemical events in the universe are happening. There’s gold in them thar black holes; way out there in space and time. And there’s alchemy in a different sense on Earth. Black holes, The Creator created, create gold. And it’s gold that’s got a hold of human beings.

These Eureka moments; more and more — and seemingly — faster and faster, they converge. I had a Eureka moment once upon a time in the bathtub. I had a Eureka moment in a tub, rub-a-dub-rubbing. A climax it seems this converging, is following.

A climax, seems a-coming. It’s more than just a feeling I’ve got. I’m not making this up; can’t make shit like this up. Everything for the most part is predetermined; our destinies largely predetermined by where and to whom we’re born; to whom we’re beholding.

Dutch immigration policy is already stricter than that of many European nations. A recent uptick in migration from countries like Tunisia and Pakistan has rekindled the migration policy debate in the Dutch. Go to chachomanopapa.com for more about migrating.

Referring to Ukraine as a “terrorist regime” and accusing Kyiv of “deliberately causing harm” to the Zaporizhzhya NPP,
Ukrainian authorities, the Russians allege, have now embarked upon a plan; damage upon the Zaporizhzhya NPP, themselves, inflicting.

‘Twas a revelation; an epiphany perhaps; ‘twas, in any event, a moment, monumental. ‘Twas a Eureka moment, monumental, when in my imagination I discovered the fabled Philosopher’s Stone. A chip from the Stone installed in my phone — ‘twas unbelievably, empowering.

A chip from a Stone installed in my phone; ‘twas unbelievably, incredibly, empowering. A chip so installed accessed not only #twitterfiction at chachomanopapa.com; and it accessed also, Buzz, my superhero, spy-fly. Buzz has been beyond great at spying.

Duly installed, even the tiniest chip from a Philosopher’s Stone that’s genuine, endows the bearer of the phone in which it’s installed, properties, metaphysical; properties, beyond the realm, physical. A chip from the Philosopher’s Stone so installed, is empowering.

‘Tis hot as hell in the summer. On Earth, ‘tis freaking hot as hell. It’s 2023. Still, on Earth, no aliens have shown as of yet. There’s been no asteroid, neither. Pretty darn silly, I’ve found, the Earthlings. Pretty damned silly, I have been finding, the Earthlings.

Threads explodes to 70 million signups one day after launch. The app still has room to grow. It hasn’t yet launched in Europe. Elon wrote a letter to Meta accusing the company of “unlawful misappropriation.” At the Coliseum in Europe, cometh a reckoning.

Pretty Goddamned silly are the Earthlings. Homo sapiens, they call themselves; God’s crowning creation, some of us, call ourselves. At the Coliseum in Italy, cometh a reckoning. In Europe, cometh a reckoning. In a ring within the Coliseum, cometh a reckoning.

Pretty damn silly are we freaking Earthlings. Homo sapiens, we be calling ourselves. God’s crowning creation, we sometimes, be calling ourselves. Comes soon, a reckoning. In a ring within a Coliseum. In Italy’s Coliseum, comes a reckoning. ‘Tis what’s happening.

In a bigger story, in #twitterfiction, we’re now using this new tool called gravitational wave astronomy. And we’re combining it with our traditionally very powerful electromagnetic astronomy to prove that alchemical events in the universe — are happening.

In what’s cosmically, a bigger story, we’ve now used a new tool called gravitational wave astronomy. By combining it with our traditionally very powerful electromagnetic astronomy we’ve been able to prove that alchemical events in the universe — are happening.

INTRODUCING — THREADS

Introducing Threads. ‘Tis a Facebook app that enables public, text-based updates and conversations for users. ‘Tis tied to your Instagram identity. 10 million people signed up for Threads almost immediately. Threads. ‘Tis a threat to Tesla’s, profitability, looming.

Threads. ‘Tis the standalone Facebook app that enables text-based updates. And convos with others. ‘Tied to Instagram identities, 10 million people signed up for Threads near immediately. Threads. A threat to Tesla’s profitability, is largely looming.

Jack’s bluebird deserved better. Threads; ‘tis a killer alternative to Twitter’s Elon’s, butt kicking. And Meta has the perfect growth hack for Threads. It turns out that deleting yer Threads profile, kills also yer Instagram account. Deleting yer profile may be self-defeating.

Turns out Meta has the perfect growth hack for Threads. It turns out that deleting yer Threads profile, kills also, yer Instagram account. Deleting yer profile may be self-limiting, if not, self-defeating. Facebook claims that eventuality, it’s investigating.

Who’d a-thunk it? The end of Twitter. In #twitterfiction, the timing seems right. Tweeters, desperate for an alternative trustworthy, flocked, to Zuck’s alternative. The bluebird deserved better. Threads is a killer alternative, to Elon’s butt kicking.

Threads; for Mark Zuckerberg, ‘tis a killer alternative; an attractive, killer, alternative. ‘Tis an attractive alternative to pursue toward Twitter’s — and Elon’s, butt kicking. A cease and desist proposed order notwithstanding, Elon‘s getting, an ass kicking.

There are more than enough amazing communities in sports, music, fashion, beauty and entertainment to make for vibrant, platforms. There’s no need to get into politics or hard news. But politics and hard news may drive the best, most successful, platforms, I’m guessing.

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proofs. The importance of Avi’s discovery lies in that IM1 is believed to be anomalous. Avi’s Harvard team refuses to rule out the possibility, that IM1’s part of an interstellar spacecraft. ‘Tis of alien, making.

The fragments came from an unidentified interstellar object that whizzed through the atmosphere at an astonishingly speedy 100,215 miles per hour. Anomalous in composition, at 100,215 miles per hour. Seems worthy @NASA, to what’s in our Black Budget inventories, comparing.

Reality stays whatever it is whether we choose to ignore it. Or not. In the long run ‘tis better to adapt to reality than to ignore. Acting in ignorance; ‘tis evident; ‘tis failing us. Witness tons of evidence of high technology and whistleblowers we ought not be ignoring.

Fortunately or unfortunately — the proof is in the pudding. And the pudding’s proof — in this case is a seemingly incomprehensible mix of the physical and the metaphysical. Still, ‘tis possible; ‘tis possible to dimly appreciate the grand magnificence of all — of His making.

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proofs. Earth has set all-time high temperature record for 3 days in a row. It’s 2023. ‘Tis fucking hot. ‘Tis hot as hell. No aliens yet. No asteroid, neither. Goddamned silly, I find, the Goddamned, Earthlings.

US Air Forces Central said Thursday that a Russian military fighter jet engaged with U.S. aircraft over Syria for a 2nd consecutive day. The incident followed a previous clash on Wednesday. In #twitterfiction it’s been hot as hell on Earth. In Syria, ‘tis sweltering.

‘Tis hot as hell in the summer. On Earth, ‘tis freaking hot as hell. And it’s 2023. Still, on Earth, no aliens have shown as of yet. There’s been no asteroid, neither. Pretty darn silly, I’ve found, the Earthlings. Pretty Goddamned silly, I’ve been finding, the Earthlings.

UKRAINIANS KNOW

A false flag operation for July 5, the Russians are scheduling. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. If detonated, undamaged, may be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of Ukrainian shelling.

The Russians, yet again, once again, are coming. To vacation along the Black Sea; in Crimea, perhaps. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. A false flag operation for July 5, the Russians are scheduling.

If detonated, undamaged, may well be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of Ukrainian shelling. That is what is, in twitterfiction, the essence of a false flag operation. A false flag operation, for July 5, Vladimir Putin’s Russians, are scheduling.

The Russians, yet again, once again, are coming. To vacation along the Black Sea; in Crimea, perhaps. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. Their detonation would create an illusion of Ukrainian, shelling, self-harming.

I AM DEATH

Vlad is become Death — The Destroyer. To counteract him, I tweet to @KremlinRussia_E. I mix and I match my tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm, for activist, tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death, The Destroyer, destroying.

Vladimir Putin is become Death The Destroyer. That’s quite a dramatic headline. It is tho, a mere subplot, amongst litanies, of others. There’s lots of stuff happening; lots of strife, distracting. And there’s the asteroid. And the aliens. There’s lots of stuff happening.

There’s lots of stuff distracting us. Witness Israel. Witness China. Witness Russia. Witness Ukraine. And Taiwan. There’s lots of strife, distracting us. Fortunately or unfortunately, there’s no inkling of the coming aliens nor any asteroid, a-coming.

For the Earthlings of the Earth, fortunately or unfortunately, there’s barely an inkling. Excepting some wild-eyed conspiracy theorists, the Earthlings have barely an inkling; of coming aliens; of a coming, asteroid. In contrast, everybody knows — the Russians — are coming.

Co-habiting with us have been the aliens. Given tho the Star-Trekkian Prime Directive , they’ve been reluctant to have any contact with us. The Prime Directive notwithstanding, the asteroid making a beeline towards Earth — everything, is changing.

‘Tis July 4th. The 247th edition, this time. The aliens have been reluctant to have any contact with us. They, of course, know we’re here. Nary an inkling have the Earthlings about the aliens. But an asteroid headed towards Earth, everything, is changing.

‘Tis July 4th once again. ‘Tis the 247th edition, this time around. But I must admit, it feels different. It feels different, this time time around. I suspect it’s because it’s 2023; it’s Baba Vanga’s 2023. And 2023 is when two most notable events, Baba Vanga predicted, are happening.

Each time they attack me I get back up. I keep on fighting. “There’s no one tougher!” says Jordan. “Thank you Jim,” I responded, “keep up the GREAT work!!!” I for one will keep on fighting for me and my interests until, in twitterfiction, I’ll be absconding.

Everyone knows I will keep on fighting. For me. And my interests. I will keep on fighting, until, in twitterfiction, ‘tis time to abscond. Fortunately or unfortunately, Jack Smith’s not so bright. I’ve still got my passport. And with it, to Russia, I may be, absconding.

I’ve got options. In lieu of being re-elected, it may well be in my best interests, to abscond. I’ve got options. I’ve got friends in Russia. Jack Smith’s not so smart. I’ve still got my passport. If China invades Taiwan, I may be to Russia, surreptitiously, absconding.

Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. If detonated, damaged, may not be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of shelling, from our side. ‘Tis a false flag operation, that for July 5, Putin is scheduling.

A false flag operation for July 5, the Russians are scheduling. Russia has planted suspected explosives on the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant roofs says Zelenskyy. If detonated, undamaged, may be the reactors. But created would be an illusion of Ukrainian shelling.

I AM BECOME DEATH — THE DESTROYER

Vlad is become Death — The Destroyer. To counteract him, I tweet to @KremlinRussia_E. I mix — and I match my tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm; for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death, The Destroyer, destroying.

To counteract The Destroyer I tweet to @KremlinRussia_E. I mix and I match my tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. And so I spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death, The Destroyer, himself destroying.

In a dream; in a reverie; in a drunken stupor, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, in an unusual way, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered a power in Twitter’s algorithm. I discovered a metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm, mind-blowing.

‘Twas a Eureka moment when I discovered a power, mind-blowing. I found it in Twitter’s algorithm. And I told
Jack about the metaphysical power. And I told Elon, following Elon’s acquisition of what had been Jack’s, proprietary, algorithm.

All to no avail. In the eleven years past, I’d experimented through Twitter’s evolution; through 140 characters, through to 280 characters. Twitter’s algorithm; for communication, like me, it’s perfect. ‘Twas the genesis of my Twitter Diplomacy, so groundbreaking.

My groundbreaking Twitter Diplomacy notwithstanding, ‘twas all to no avail. I failed to adequately explain to Jack and to Elon the game-changing capability built into the algorithm. Alas! Still, it’s ne’er, too late. ‘Tis not just the Twitter Diplomacy, that’s groundbreaking.

Twitter Diplomacy; ‘tis the least of it. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vladimir is Death, The Destroyer. Vladimir is himself, destroying. In 280 characters, Vladimir is himself, self-sacrificing.

‘Tis least of it, the Twitter Diplomacy. The 280 character capacity of a tweet; with its handles and its hashtags. The capacity makes possible — a virtual letter — in a tweet. And that capability makes possible a way to communicate, I’ve been, 11 years, imagining.

And I told Jack about the metaphysical power. And I told Elon. Neither ever acknowledged my communications with them. Nor do they appear to be attempting to steal, intellectual property. Theirs might be simple human ignorance. Or awaiting, my passing.

Thanks to Einstein we know that time and space are intertwined. And since the dawn of time; since the Big Bang, the universe has been expanding. A study just published suggests that Albert Einstein was indeed right, about the universe. ‘Tis ground-breaking.

We now know that time and space are intertwined.
And that since the Big Bang, the universe has been expanding. The study just published suggests that Albert Einstein was indeed right, about the universe. It has been, profoundly, humbling.

There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. I’d shine a spotlight on Vlad’s misconduct. Vlad is Death The Destroyer, The Self-Destroyer. Retweet my tweets. Mix and match yer own. Such communal tweets, may be for Urantia, stabilizing.

THERE’S POWER IN TWITTER’S ALGORITHM

There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death The Destroyer, destroying. Vlad is become Death, The Self-Destroyer. Retweet my tweets. Such communal tweets, may be, stabilizing.

Vlad is become Death — The Destroyer. In #twitterfiction retweet my tweets to @KremlinRussia_E. Mix and match yer tweets. There’s power in Twitter’s algorithm for activist tweeters. Spotlight Vlad’s conduct to the planet. Vlad is Death The Destroyer — destroying.

Cancelled. How embarrassing! Hard hit since the invasion has been Russia’s aerospace industry. Russia is in disarray. Its premier air show, has been, abruptly cancelled. And the commander of Russia’s aerospace forces has been from view, conspicuously missing.

How embarrassing! Russia is in disarray. Hard hit since the invasion has been Russia’s aerospace industry. Hard hit has been also, it’s navy and army. And the commander of Russia’s armed forces has been from view, most conspicuously, missing.

‘Tis suddenly a possibility that Putin might be preferable to Patrushev. Or Prigozhin. Freedom for Navalny and freedom for Russia might be for China, too destabilizing. A lame duck-like Vladimir Putin may be preferable to a Patrushev or a Prigozhin, arising.

Fortunately or unfortunately, averted once again has been the assassination of Putin; for the time being at least. ‘Tis suddenly a possibility that Putin might be preferable to Patrushev or Prigozhin. Freedom for Navalny and freedom for Russia might be for China, too, destabilizing.

Yet another assassination of Vladimir Putin was attempted two days ago on Friday morning. ‘Twas over an explosive-laden unnamed bridge that Putin‘s motorcade was to travel over. Fortunately or unfortunately, averted has been, the assassination of Putin.

‘Tis the 2nd of July already. The second half of 2023 hath begun. There’s less than 6 months in 2023 remaining. There’s been no nuclear incident in 2023; thus far, that is. But fortunately or unfortunately there’s over 6 months, in 2023, still remaining.

There’s been no nuclear incident in 2023. There’ve been no assassinations, of note, thus far. Notably there’s been no crashing — with no asteroid. All in due time. There’s over 6 months in 2023, still remaining. Six months pass, in a twinkling.

There’s been no notable assassination this year. Thus far. There’s been no crashing, with no asteroid. Thus far, there’s been nary a trace of an asteroid, a nuclear event, or an assassination happening. That’s not to say that such events, aren’t happening.

That’s not to say that such events aren’t happening. That’s not to say that mankind is beyond such happenings, happening. ‘Tis not to say that mankind has evolved beyond such things. After all, an assassination of Putin was attempted just two days ago; on Friday morning.

In a dream; in a reverie; in a drunken stupor, perhaps. Once upon a time I‘d fancied being, in an unusual way, a figure, super-heroic. Then I discovered a power in Twitter’s algorithm. I’d discovered a metaphysical power in Twitter’s algorithm, mind-blowing.

AN ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION

According to the Kremlin its agents thwarted a plan to kill Vladimir Putin over an explosive-laden unnamed bridge that Putin and his motorcade were expected to travel over. Fortunately or unfortunately, averted has been the assassination of Vladimir Putin.

Being Russian, Putin knows all about Baba Vanga; all about, her predictions, haunting. ‘Tis June 30 today. ‘Tis the last day of June. The last day of a tumultuous half year. ‘Tis, beginning tomorrow, the latter half of 2023; just 6 months in 2023, remaining.

The United States has said that it does not currently consider the threat of Putin’s Russian occupiers blowing up the ZNPP as “imminent.” Russia’s preparing a terrorist attack. It may be Baba Vanga’s, predicted catastrophe. The Ukrainians, an incident, at ZNPP, are expecting.

‘Tis Baba Vanga’s, long predicted, catastrophe. Ukraine is expecting a happening, at ZNPP. The United States has said that it does not currently consider the threat of Putin’s Russian occupiers blowing up the ZNPP as “imminent.” It’s Putin not Russia, notwithstanding.

Kristina Baikova, 28, a VP at Russian Bank Loko-Bank fell to her death from the 11th floor window of her Moscow apartment building. In the early hours of Friday morning. Today. In Russia, accidents happen. And in Putin’s Russia, assassinations, are on the upswing.

Vlad may have gone too far. Kristina Baikova has fallen from the 11th floor. From the window of her apartment. Ms Baikova wasn’t the wealthiest. She may be tho, the most beautiful of the President’s frenemies to die during the war. This forebodes a final unraveling.

Vlad’s gone too far. Ms Baikova is far from the wealthiest Russian to die under such circumstances since the start of the war. Whilst not the wealthiest. She is perhaps tho, the most beautiful of Putin’s frenemies, during the war, suspiciously dying.

Visiting upon sons, the sins of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows I was like Muhammad Ali the greatest. Everyone knows I made America great. I’m the greatest American president, living.

‘Tis traditional on Earth to visit upon sons the sins of their fathers. It’s the law. Albeit unwritten, in every nation, ‘tis the law. And with but few exceptions, above the law, is no man. With few exceptions above the law is no man. Yours truly, of course, is excepting.

With but few exceptions above the law is no man. Verily, with few exceptions above the law is no man. Excepting
me; excepting me and those in Vlad’s cabal; above the law, is no man. I am the greatest American president, still living; still lying.

Visiting on sons the crimes of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows, like Muhammad Ali, I was the greatest. Everyone knows, I make America great. I’m the greatest, some say, at lying.

Everyone knows I make America great. Some wagging tongues say I’m the greatest liar on Earth, ever born. But it’s not just a few white lies of which I’m accused. To my cult, this is a witch hunt. ‘Tis malicious prosecution. And malicious prosecution, I ain’t tolerating.

ON THIS DATE

On this date in 1914: The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke of Austria and his wife Sophie by the Bosnian-Serb assassin Gavrilo Princip. The assassination happened in Sarajevo. ‘Tis nothing against the Bosnians. Accordingly, against the Serbs, ‘tis nothing.

Visiting on sons the crimes of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows I was, like Muhammad Ali, the greatest. Everyone knows I made America great. I’m the greatest, at lying.

In the debate over which president was greatest they say FDR said: “We have nothing to fear, but fear itself.” They say JFK said: “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.” “I am a legitimate person,” I never tire, of saying.

I am a legitimate person,” I have been recorded, as saying. Allow me to mansplain it to you. It’s Mafioso talk; it’s Mafioso code-speak. “To go legit,” in Mafioso culture wars, is to go straight. I am not just saying — I’m a person. I’m illegitimate — is what I’m saying.

To go legit,” in the Mafioso culture wars is to go straight. I am not just saying I’m a person. ‘Tis “illegitimate” that I was meant to be saying. And not solely because of the wordplay. More importantly, ‘tis most fitting that one so unfit as me, to the presidency, is re-aspiring.

‘Tis unlikely that Xi Jinping will go out of his way to support Vladimir Putin’s regime if that entails significant risks to China itself. In twitterfiction, China’s Xi Jinping is going to do — not what is best for Putin nor for Prigozhin but what is best — for China’s Beijing.

Alexander Lukashenko claimed to have stopped Russian President Vladimir Putin from having made a “harsh decision.” He suggested that Vladimir Putin had planned on having, the big burly Belarusian, kill, the not lightly armed, Yevgeny Prigozhin.

During a meeting on Tuesday with his generals, Lukashenko claimed to have stopped Russian President Vladimir Putin from making a “harsh decision.” He suggested that Vladimir Putin had planned on having, the big burly Belarusian, kill, Yevgeny Prigozhin.

Believe me. I’m not laughing off treason. Lord knows treason is no laughing matter. Witness not just me. Witness not just me, Donald John Trump. Witness Russian Double Agent 4547. Witness Yevgeny Prigozhin. Witness also Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.

‘Twas a close shave. ‘Twas not tho, no decapitation. ‘Twas Prigozhin, Putin’s chef; and Putin’s wannabe barber, also. ‘Twas a close shave. ‘Twas not tho, no decapitation. Vladimir Putin remains the head of state. A warlord remains, Yevgeny Prigozhin.

On this date in 1914: The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke of Austria and his wife Sophie by Bosnian-Serb assassin Gavrilo Princip. It happened in Sarajevo. ‘Tis nothing against the Bosnians. Accordingly, against the Serbs, ‘tis nothing.

Visiting the sons over the crimes of their fathers. On Earth, ‘tis traditional. I’ll put an end to that. After I’m elected president. Everyone knows I was, like Muhammad Ali, the greatest. Everyone knows I made America great. I’m the greatest, at lying.

‘Twas a close shave. ‘Twas a close shave, from Putin’s chef. ‘Twas Prigozhin a chef; and his wannabe barber, also. Putin’s not laughing off treason. But it’s not from weakness, only. It’s not just from weakness. There are other considerations, also, limiting.

‘Twas as if a close shave; a close shave from Putin’s chef. ‘Twas Prigozhin a chef that would have been Putin’s barber also. Putin’s not laughing off treason. But it’s not from weakness, only. It’s not just from weakness. There are also, other considerations, limiting.

Stunned silence has given way to a terse speech by Putin. And a brief audio clip from Prigozhin. Less unknown, suddenly, are the whereabouts of Yevgeny Prigozhin. He’s in Minsk. In Belarus. In a hotel; in a hotel with no windows. ‘Tis what, I say, is happening.

Putin addressed the Russian public for the first time since Wagner retreated in his Monday speech. It offered little clarity given that Prigozhin is in fact, in twitterfiction, still under investigation. Unknown, incidentally, the whereabouts — of Chef Prigozhin.

Stunned silence. In stunned silence, for the most part, from the presumed safety of their homelands, witnessed the Urantians on their screens, the goings-on. In the Kremlin. In Russia. In a stunned silence, have been left, Xi Jinping. And until today, Putin. And Prigozhin.

Silence, for the most part, cloaks the Kremlin. The ruble reached a 14-month low today against the dollar. Major major equity markets were agitated Monday, ere an aborted weekend mutiny in Russia. Putin says there’s no need, about stability, worrying.

Silence cloaks the Kremlin. Foreign Minister Qin Gang met Russian Deputy Foreign Minister Andrey Rudenko in Beijing in twitterfiction on Sunday to discuss international and regional issues of common interest. China’s Foreign Ministry is, not much, saying.

Silence, for the time being, cloaks the Kremlin. China’s Foreign Ministry is not saying much, also. What was it that Lukashenko said to Prigozhin? What halted Prigozhin‘s march to Moscow? No one knows but Putin. And Putin‘s, billionaire, chef. And the chef’s not talking.

What’s new in artificial intelligence? What’s new in quantum computing? We ought not fall behind. Gotta keep up in intelligence. Gotta keep up in computing. That’s what ChatGPT is saying. ‘Tis evolution. ‘Tis devolution. That’s what ChatGPT, may be saying.

Russia’s president has not been seen in public since his Saturday presidential address. In a pre-recorded interview on Sunday (which appeared to have been conducted before the rebellion) Mr Putin said he was confident in progress, in Ukraine — progressing.

The tsunami-like ripple effect of this latest betrayal promises to ravage Russia. What’s that that Lukashenko said, to Prigozhin? What halted Prigozhin‘s march to Moscow? What made hostile troops turn on their heels? What on Earth, did Lukashenko say, to Prigozhin?

Fortunately or unfortunately, everything that happens on Earth may well be, predetermined. Predeterminism satisfactorily explain methinks, a lot of things. Witness what’s happening. Witness what’s, increasingly, happening. The pace, I’d say, is quickening.

Predeterminism explains, it seems to me, lots of things. In addition to me (Agent 4547, @realDonaldTrump). It speaks to something beyond my prominence and my success. Predeterminism, as it happens, explains, seemingly, lots of things.

The Wagner Group forces will receive certain security guarantees from Vladimir Putin’s pro-Russian government; charges against Prigozhin, have been dropped. Prigozhin will be summering in Belarus, courtesy of two governments, colluding.

Memorable was what happened to Vladimir Putin today. There was a coup; and a march on Moscow. It reminded me of what Xi Jinping said on March 22, 2023: ”We are now witnessing changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years.” The climate, is changing.

Memorable was what Xi Jinping said to Vladimir Putin on March 22, 2023: ”We are now witnessing changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years. And we are the ones driving these changes together.” Memorable was what was then said by Xi Jinping.

The crew are lost; all the next of kin, duly, have been notified. Everything, I suspect, may be predetermined. Oddly, it’s a suspicion I find, comforting. Indeed, if everything that happens were predetermined, that would explain, a lot. That would explain a lot of things.

A tale of two disasters; this latest, study in contrasts. One’s sexy; one’s not. A fishing boat crowded with migrants traveling from Libya to Italy; a sight-seeing submersible with five aboard. With hundreds of fatalities on the migrant fishing boat — what is wrong with us, I’m wondering?

A tale of two disasters: One’s sexy; one’s not. A fishing boat crowded with migrants sailing from Libya to Italy; a sight-seeing submersible with but five aboard. With hundreds of fatalities on the migrant fishing boat, what is wrong with us, I’m wondering?

A debris field has been found. God willing, these two latest terrifying disasters shall prove, illustrative. They reveal a truly disquieting and frightening study in contrasts. It may prove, God willing, edifying. Everything may be predetermined, I’m suspecting.

A DEBRIS FIELD IS FOUND

Entertaining was my interview. Prosecutors can use it to convince a jury that I obstructed justice. This may take on added significance should my trial commenceanytime not too long past the August 14 date my District Judge Aileen Cannon, in a feinting, is ordering.

Entertaining is this tragicomedy. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic, also. Witness childbirth; and slavery. Witness weddings; and honor killings. Witness domestic relations; and their corollary, international, relations. Luridly entertaining; this tragicomedy, we’re living.

Luridly entertaining is the tragicomedy we’re living. Largely tragic, ‘tis comic, also. Witness weddings and honor killings. Witness childbirth and slavery. Witness domestic relations and international relations. Luridly entertaining, this tragicomedy, we’re living.

The drivers of human evolution include narcissism, malignant. ‘Tis a lesson in inhumanity. And humanity. I now know what Vlad’s cabal of dictators are acting like we’re acting. We all know what’s happening. Still, we feel powerless, to prevent, what’s happening.

I now know why Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and I have acted, as we have. It’s not just devolution. It’s evolution. Seemingly incredibly, ‘tis what mysteriously, appears to be happening. Unless it’s not just evolution but devolution that is, what is, actually, on Earth, happening.

My beloved boxes; within them was contained, my “beautiful mind” material. It was a reference to the title of a book and a movie depicting the life of John F. Nash Jr., the schizophrenic mathematician who — obsessed with politics — obsessed also, over newspaper clippings.

The phrase had a very specific, sarcastic, connotation. My aides employed it to capture the essence of the disorganized chaos that I always insisted on; ever traveling with a constantly growing collection of memorabilia and increasingly — old — newspaper clippings.

THE OPTICS ARE BAD

My valet advises. The optics are bad. He fears my inciteful words alone won’t be enough to incite a 2nd insurrection; another uprising. I fear the eloquence of my words alone won’t be enough. Fortunately or unfortunately, my image has taken a beating.

God damn you Putin! There are lots of reports about missing people on the left bank of the Dnipro River. God won’t officially confirm that you are damned. But locals say they see dead people through windows in their homes. Putin’s unofficially due, for a God damning.

‘Twas my birthday yesterday. ‘Twas yesterday, my happiest birthday ever. And I celebrated it at Versailles and in Miami. And I flew up to my estate in New Jersey to celebrate there as well. The secret of my success is in faking it. Whatever’s happening — I’m faking.

I’d called for protests outside the courthouse; to rally in my support. But all I got was a disorganized gathering of unruly, MAGA misfits; one marching with the head of a pig on a pike. What’s left of my cult? What’s happening? Whatever’s happening, it’s embarrassing.

Embarrassingly, nobody came. I’d called for protests. Almost nobody came. Just some MAGA misfits. I’ve got nothing against misfits; I’m a misfit, myself. Marching with the head of a pig sounds like a good idea to me. But the optics are bad, my valet’s advising.

I’m not too dumb to know tho that I’m in big trouble with Justice. Justice, is looming. That notwithstanding, I’m not too dumb to know I need to keep my passport ready. I’m no flight risk. Just need to keep my passport ready, in case town, I’m skipping.

The nuclear reactor at Zaporizhzhia is threatened by the rupture of the dam at Kakhovka. Vladimir blew the dam. I’ll be God-damned; Vladimir Putin too, also. At a colossal human cost, Vlad’s war games. The Kakhovka Dam no longer the Dnipro River is damming.

NOT TOO DUMB TO PLAY DUMB

Why not boldly aspire to rule over the Earthlings?Once upon a time in Queens was born a fake king. And once I rubbed elbows with royals, I got hooked; I got addicted. “Why not, I thought to myself, “from ruling the Americans, rule the Earthlings?”

Mama must’ve known something. Mama must’ve known. In any event lies, sex and tapes, audio and video, have been invaluable. There’s a lesson in this for all of us. Unexpected events have the potential of changing everything. Everything’s changing.

Once upon a time I thought to myself, “Why not rule, over everyone? Why not rule, after the Americans, the Earthlings?” Actually, it’s a thought, of vintage, more recent. Recall; I make it all up as I go along. Still, it’s a career move, I ought be considering.

I’ve been a businessman. A showman. A writer. A president. A secret agent. And the Kremlin’s Agent 4547. Not Agent 007 but Agent 4547. In the Kremlin’s halls, at his own punch line, Vladimir Putin would frequently laugh. But Vladimir Putin’s, no longer, laughing.

‘Tis Friday today. All day, more or less. ‘Tis a blessing, I’m guessing. And it’s Friday until — in time it’s time — for Saturday. And it’s a blessing I’m guessing. Not knowing the future, I’m guessing’s, a blessing. That’s when my faith kicks in; when I’m only guessing.

Beyond this last debt ceiling spat; beyond Senegal; beyond geopolitical, hot spots. Comes a reckoning, surpassing. Comes for the denizens of the Earth, a reckoning. Imagine that. Imagine that after the asteroid; imagine that after the aliens, cometh, a reckoning.

Cometh a reckoning. Beyond domestic debt spats; beyond, in addition to Senegal, all the other hot spots. Comes a reckoning, surpassing all that. Comes for the denizens of Earth, a reckoning. After the asteroid. After the aliens. After them, comes a reckoning.

Once upon a time in Queens was born a fake king. A fake king was born in Queens, once upon a time. And the fake king having rubbed elbows with real royals, the fake king saw no need for further faking. Why not boldly aspire to rule, over the Earthlings?

Can’t fall behind China in quantum computing.Keeping up with advances in quantum computing.My campaign people will brief me in the morning. On the Taliban. On Erdogan. On Ukraine. On Russia. On Taiwan. And on China. And on what’s new, in quantum computing.

Everybody knows that I don’t fully enjoy the full rights of a president. That is still to be litigated. In the meantime it’s good to have factored in to my non classified report in the morning, the significance of Iran attacking the Taliban and Ergodan, in Turkiye, winning.

‘TIS 2023 — FOR 7 MONTHS — STILL

Some ask: So why now? Why 2023? The answer is: Who — not Him — knows? Some things are best left to the imagination. Why 2023? Arthur and I leave ye with our imaginings. They’re The Watcher’s, doing. They’re The Watcher’s, psychographic, writing.

We are what we eat. We are what we think; a product, of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. Never mind, alien mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing; for behavior, modification. Witness BF Skinner, behavior, modifying.

Tina Turner. Proud Mary. Tina passed yesterday. I honor in this passage, her passing. Her passing yesterday, seems somehow, more meaningful. Tina’s challenges and her changes, changed, at least, some of us. Witness that, I mention Ike, only in passing.

Ike, I’ll mention, but only in passing. He never honored her. Not Tina; not the Anna Mae Bullock, he’d renamed. Her passing yesterday seems more meaningful, somehow. I honor in this passage, her passing. Accordingly, I only mention Ike, in passing.

Never mind alien mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing. What’s out of sight oft is out of mind. Just as we are what we eat, similarly, we are what we think. We won’t believe in Baba Vanga’s asteroid and her aliens, until we see, their coming.

Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight are the Earthlings. We are what we eat. We are a product of biased, mindsets. Never mind that asteroid. Never mind them aliens. Never mind them alien, mindsets. Minds were made for brainwashing.

It’s Baba Vanga’s 2023. It’s the year of the asteroid. It’s the year of the aliens. We’re midway through 2023; ‘tis the year of a human, transforming. Never mind that asteroid. Out of sight; out of mind. Too reliant on sight are the ever oblivious Earthlings.

Who’d a-thunk it? It’s May of 2023, already. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be alarming enough. But it’s Baba Vanga’s 2023. It’s the year of the asteroid. It’s the year of the aliens. We’re midway through 2023; ‘tis the year of a human, transforming.

Out of sight; out of mind; This poem of mine; it’s more than just any algorithm. It may literally help save the Earth. This is a word to the wise. ‘Tis time for a Golden Rule’s reprising. ‘Tis time for humanity’s transforming. Cometh an asteroid, transforming.

Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ have been here since times, immemorial. Never mind that asteroid. Out of sight; out of mind; This grand work; this glorified algorithm may literally help save the Earth. This is a word to the wise. ‘Tis time; tis time for a Golden Rule’s reprising.

‘Tis this The Watcher’s magnum opus. ‘Tis not for no reason I write. ‘Tis with good reason I write. This grand work; this glorified algorithm may literally help save the Earth. All that notwithstanding, Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ are, I happen to know, already here. Witness that asteroid, a-coming.

Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ are already here. Never mind that asteroid. This grand work; this glorified algorithm may literally help save the Earth. Baba Vanga’s ‘aliens’ are already here. Witness that asteroid, a-coming. Witness me, implausibly a Golden Rule, reprising.

In Belarus and in Russia, Lukashenko and Putin may both be dead, already. Body doubles aside, the soon-to-be-dead, remain, for the moment at least, among the living. Alternatively — soon, they may be dying. Or maybe not. All the rage — is speculating.

Not so implausibly, in Belarus and in Russia, Lukashenko and Putin may both already, be dead. Alternatively, they may soon be dying. Or maybe not. Body doubles aside, the soon-to-be-dead, remain for the moment — temporarily — amongst the the living.

PUTIN’S AGENT 4547

Fate, perhaps may intervene to make come true Vladimir Putin’s 2013 prophesy. ‘Tis the — prophesy of me; of Vladimir’s Agent 4547. The prophesy of the American President; the 45th and the 47th. And Agent 4547? Implausibly, he is me. That’s what’s happening.

This is for me, I’m afraid, poorly foreboding. On top of everything; now this. Mayor Rudy Giuliani; as America’s Mayor, Rudy was known. How far sometimes, fall the mighty. My reputation too is taking a beating. My comeuppance tho is not to be, forthcoming.

Anyone in need of a pardon can purchase a pardon for just $2 million. Some say the electorates know what they’re doing. Respectfully, I disagree. Urantians are Russians, Africans and Europeans. Chinese and the Americans. Urantians are, all the Earthlings.

‘Twas 1981 when on May 14, Pope John Paul II was shot and wounded by Turkish gunman Mehemet Ali Agca in St Peter’s Square. In the Vatican. ‘Tis now 2023. ‘Tis tomorrow , election day, in Turkiye. ‘Tis a big day for Vladimir Putin. ‘Tis a big day for Agent 4547.

The death by extinction of the dinosaurs was just one of five global events that have seen millions of species wiped out at a time. Such events, indeed, happen. We can’t stop such events, from happening. Our ability to influence such events tho, is increasing.

MASS EXTINCTIONS

For any and all questions about my supposedly sexually abusive personality, I shan’t stand. I treat all women, alike. Witness the then Fox’s Meghan Kelly. Witness CNN’s Kaitlan Collins. I won’t stand for women with my mind and not my body, fucking.

Frenemies have become the nations. Witness Babylon. Witness Persia. Witness Rome. Kingdoms come and kingdoms go. Witness the comings and the goings of the nations. Politically, frenemies, is what we ever have been. It’s what has ever been happening.

Prophets; poets; and politicians; all use language and storytelling to in order to manipulate; in order to control. In order to reshape society, we do so, use language. Artificial intelligence, can do it now. And once it’s a religion, it won’t need killer robots. We can do its killing.

The prophets, the poets, the narcissists and the toxic politicians; the movers and the shakers; the reshapers of society. And artificial intelligence can do it now. Once it’s a religion, it won’t need, killer robots. We humans can do its bidding.

Frenemies; fundamentally; politically; that’s what we are. Frenemy is an oxymoron and aportmanteau of friend and enemy. ‘Tis a person with whom one may be friendly, notwithstanding rivalry; dislike, notwithstanding. That’s what’s happening.

‘Tis spooky; that my writing of this incredible story passes so completely under the radar. ‘Tis spooky too that a lout such as myself (so tan, I’m orange) should become so instantly recognizable. ‘Tis spooky; too spooky; my intelligence, we may, be wasting.

Threats abound. Life, on Earth, is cheap. Mass die-offs happen more routinely than one might imagine. Artificial intelligence is here. And artificial intelligence may be threatening. Or not. It depends. It depends on us. It all depends on us. ‘Tis, not encouraging.

The quickening pace of this convergence of events is freaking me out. How far and how fast fall the mighty — once, they suddenly, fall. Witness Fox News. Witness Tucker. Witness the Supreme Court. Tucker’s already making a comeback. The pace, is a-quickening.

Don Lemon’s firing, I’m neither confirming, nor denying. If there’s no smoke, perhaps, there’s no fire. In any event, there’s no need to take that credit when everyone’s piling on Tucker. ‘Tis from me, more or less, conveniently, distracting. That’s what I hope is happening.

The numbers sound familiar; but they don’t, at all, add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme. ‘Tis quite maddening. And alarmingly, they fit — and discomfit — all at once. And that they fit and discomfit, all at once, evidences, what’s really happening.

The numbers; 007; 45; 47; 4547. They sound familiar; but They don’t add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme. ‘Tis quite maddening. And alarmingly, they fit — and discomfit — all at once. That they fit and discomfit, all at once evidences, predeterminism, happening.

Tucker will fight. And Fox will dig in. There will be no scenario under the sun in which Tucker gets a windfall against this twitterfictional backdrop of harassment, sexism and antisemitism. Fox will dig in. Tucker for cause, got fired. It’s what’s really happening.

DeSantis wants to raise money. He wants to test the waters. But what he really wants to do is run in 2028. After I win. Or after I lose. He’d rather be, without me. Some donors are pushing for such a partnership. Still, Ronny DeSantis might balk, at my VP, being.

Problems abound. Tucker Carlson and Fox News; each is in position to throw the other under the bus. Rupert will retaliate. Fox will dump its dirt on Tucker. Useful may be information. And disinformation. Witness Mike Pence, even now, at last, testifying.

Useful may be information. And disinformation. Witness Mike Pence, at last, testifying. The plots, are converging. My former vice president, yesterday, presumably testified against me. I value loyalty. Loyalty to me; it’s invaluable. Invaluable is my vice president’s, testifying.

‘Twas when I lost my election that I was, from Agent 007 to Agent 4547, redenominated. Implausibly; incredibly; ‘tis what seems to be happening. The numbers; 007; 45; 47; 4547. They don’t add up. Maddeningly though, they rhyme.
Verily, ‘tis maddening.

Witness Khartoum; there’s been a flare-up in the battle for control of the African continent’s third-largest country; there’s a flare-up in the tinderbox that is Africa’s, Sudan. Why not just ask a chatbox, what’s in store? Earthly plot lines seem to me, converging.

The Russians. The Chinese. An asteroid. And illegal aliens, not Mexican. And Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. Trials and tribulations, linger. Unforeseen events, as usual, are happening. Indeed I swear; these plots, seem, converging.

‘Tis maddening. Trying to reconcile an aggressive nature with our better angels. ‘Tis truly maddening. Witness my descent into madness. I’m fit tho to be the 47th president. Witness my dismissal of Ronny in Florida. And in Washington, his ambushing.

There’s a bloodbath, coming; a feeding frenzy. It’s par for the course, typically, for American political primaries. My opponents are smelling blood in the water. I smell it too. I have delivered to Ronny, a mortal blow. Profusely, in the water, he’s bleeding.

What gives with all these trials? What’s with all these trials and tribulations? That unexpected events happen; that’s one thing. That’s to be expected. But lately, everything everywhere seems to be happening, all at once. It seems to me that that’s what’s happening.

‘Tis not for nothing that the Kremlin’s code name for me is Agent 4547. “Agent 4547!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke in the Kremlin. ‘Tis not for nothing that my code name’s been changed from 007 to 4547. ‘Tis not for nothing — that I’m not, 007.

‘Tis not for nothing that the Kremlin’s code name for me is Agent 4547. “Agent 4547!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke in the Kremlin‘s corridors. ‘Tis not for nothing that my code name’s changed from 007 to 4547. ‘Tis not for nothing — I’m not, 007.

“Agent 4547!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke, in the corridors of the Kremlin. ‘Tis not for nothing. And ‘tis not for nothing neither that once upon a time the punchline was “007!” ‘Tis been the punchline for many a joke, in the corridors of Moscow’s Kremlin.

‘Tis not for nothing that my code name was changed from 0007 to 4547. ‘Tis not for nothing that the Kremlin’s code name for me is, only now, is Agent 4547. “007!” used to be everybody’s punchline in the corridors of the of the Kremlin. I wish I were joking.

Oregon has the potential for a9.0+ magnitude earthquakecaused by the Cascadia Subduction Zone. A tsunami of up to 100 feet in height, when triggered, will impact the coastal area. From Pythias’ Oasis, the ancient Greek oracle, even today, is foretelling.

While a Chilean megaquake drove the inhabitants away from the coast when it hit over 3,000 years ago, the islands it affected in the South Pacific were uninhabited at that time. Now the islands are popular tourist locations. And a lot of people — there, are congregating.

After the ancient Greek oracle, Pythias, volcanologists describe as a hot spring, ‘Pythias Oasis’. Pythias prophesized. Pythias, predicted. With assistance from the mind-altering gases arising from a hot spring, Pythias, once again, is predicting; and his predictions, are frightening.

Volcanologists named the hole which they describe as a hot spring ‘Pythias Oasis’ after the ancient Greek oracle. Pythias prophesized. Pythias, predicted. With assistance from the mind-altering gases arising from a hot spring, Pythias, once again, is predicting.

Vengeance is in my blood. Whether I learned it from my emotionally abusive father or whether I learned it from another matters surreally really, but little. I learned the art of fine vengeance from Roy Cohn and my father, in twitterfiction, I’m recalling.

From Roy Cohn and my father; ‘Twas from them that I learned the art of fine vengeance. ‘Twas from Roy Cohn and my dear daddy that I learned. They well learnt me; on getting even. Show no mercy. And rub it in. Make your frenemy’s defeat, humiliating.

Cometh Armageddon. The climactic great battle. The location of a gathering of armies. To do battle. Near theend of the end times. InIslamic theology, it’s referred to inthe Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. It’s Armageddon, the Hadith, is saying.

Everything; all at once; and everywhere. The best defense is a good offense so I sued Michael Cohen today for 500 million. For harassing me; for my life, attempting to ruin. For a delay in my rape trial, I am in big-balled bad faith, asking. Everybody knows, I’m not lying.

In cases of conflict between the nations, the nations have adopted their constituents’ penchant for power-play, politics. There are two-state and one-state solutions; and logical transitions between the two. And between the two, I’m unwavering.

Cometh Armageddon. The climactic great battle is the prophesied location of a gathering of armies for a battle near theend of the end times. InIslamic theology, Armageddon is referred to inthe Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra — It’s Armageddon.

What’s happening seems a prelude to Armageddon. That’s what appears to be happening. But looks are deceiving. Then again, the optics look bad. On the other hand, don’t bet against me. I am known in the Kremlin as Agent 4547. And ‘tis not, for nothing.

InIslamic theology, Armageddon is referred to inthe Hadith as the Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. Al-Malhama Al-Kubra. It’s the translation to Arabic of the event that westerners often know as Armageddon. But Armageddon is only what appears, to be happening.

In Muslim eschatology, Al-Malhama Al-Kubra is the Arabic translation of that event that westerners know as Armageddon. ‘Tis the gathering of armies; ‘tis the prelude to Armageddon. Know that I am known in the Kremlin as Agent 4547. ‘Tis not — for nothing.

The Jewish Passover this year, with Christian Easter and Muslim Ramadan, coincides. A terrible time to so coincide. And in Gaza and in Lebanon and on the West Bank, extremists, abound. Extremist too, is Israel. I call for transition, two state, solutions.

Passover this year, with Easter and Ramadan, is coinciding. As a consequence of lunar cycles, at a terrible time, are coinciding. Extremists, on both sides, abound. Extremists on both sides of the al-Aqsa Mosque, the Temple Mount, heretically consider, its defiling.

These plots are converging. The Chinese. The Russians. An asteroid. And aliens, illegal, not Mexican. But Tibet and Taiwan. Israel and Iran. And India and Pakistan. And all these trials; I seem at my nadir but unforeseen events, as usual, are happening.

It takes a village. From the more expansive perspective, continuums, are more evident. Witness, mature galaxies following on the heels of immature galaxies. The youngest and most immature galaxies of our own universe, mature galaxies, are following.

A LEAGUE OF NATIONS — THE UNITED NATIONS

The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran and the other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum, for the time being. It’s a continuum, devolving. Like the League of Nations and the United Nations, it’s a continuum, evolving.

Actually, there’s more of me than just one @realDonaldTrump⁩. People are multilayered. Some, ‘tis true, like me, have documented, multiple, personalities. ‘Tis true also, that in this surreal twitterfiction, I’m one of them. And I’m in cahoots with ⁦my brother, Xi Jinping.

My future, so inexplicably bright sometimes, at other times, inexplicably, dims. It’s distressing to the markets, globally. Fear not tho, anything. There’s no Plan B. Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead! Where’s Melania? Where’s my dear immigrant Melania, so encouraging?

There’s no Plan B if my campaign can’t get some folks excited. Whether I go to jail or not when historians look back on these most troubled times, this week marks, MAGA’s end. Or not. My future, inexplicably bright, dims sometimes. It’s globally, distressing.

Witness my two worlds; two worlds, I span, as I make a 3rd straight bid for the presidency: one in which I am both; a defiant political hero and a forlorn early polling leader for the 2024 Republican nomination; and another in which I am, the nation — and the planet, imperiling.

For some Christians, God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Muslims disagree. The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran and the other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum for the time being.
It’s a continuum, evolving.

Indictment betting is the new hotness. Ye can’t bet on political indictment in Vegas (or anywhere else in the US) via domestic sportsbooks. Ye’ve gotta do yer own research. I’d of made a killing betting on myself. I’d bet, I’ll waive tomorrow, the indictment’s reading.

If you’re looking for Vegas odds, indictment betting is the new hotness. But you can’t actually bet on political indictment in Vegas (or anywhere else in the US) via domestic sportsbooks. Ye’ve gotta do yer own research. I’d of made a killing, on myself, betting.

I could play dead. I could be a martyr. I could play dead. That way, I could be a martyr, without actually dying. Everybody knows; no one knows show business like me. I really want to do the greet the crowd thing. With me it’s a Messianic, Jesus Christ, thing.

Alas; I want to do the greet the crowd thing. This comes as a surprise to no one. It’s Messianic; a Jesus Christ thing. How am I now to avoid, no bloodshed? No one knows show business like me. I could play dead and that way be a martyr, without actually dying.

“Shit happens.” That’s what the Earthlings say. Unexpected events happen. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re far too loyal to a disgraced president. About the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, I’ve been warning.

The Old Testament hints at the plurality of God. The New Testament mystifies this plurality with the doctrine of the Trinity. The New Testament mystifies: God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The Old and New Testaments; , they form a continuum, for the time being.

For some Christians, God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Muslims disagree. The Abrahamic Scriptures; the Old and New Testaments; the Quran and the other Scriptures; on Earth they form a continuum, for the time being. It’s a continuum, alas, devolving.

THE EARTHLINGS SAY — “SHIT HAPPENS”

Sometimes, unexpected events, happen. Shit happens. That’s what the Earthlings say. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. About the Deep State, an asteroid and aliens, I’ve been warning.

The presence of cameras in the courtroom may inhibit me from declaring that what happens in the courtroom on Tuesday is fake news. There’s a compelling case for cameras in courtrooms. I’m not a fan tho of cameras in courtrooms where, indicated (sic), I’m being.

Florida Governor ⁦@RonDeSantisFL⁩ has promised me sanctuary. He is calling on me to refuse to surrender to the New York authorities. If he’s serious I’ll just remain, in #twitterfiction, at Mar-a-Lago. Ronny in Florida, sanctuary, is offering.

The Old Testament hints at the plurality of God. The New Testament clarifies this plurality with the doctrine of the Trinity. The New Testament clarifies: God is three Persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The Old and New, Testaments; a continuum, for the time being.

THE END OF CIVILIZATION

AI is fire. AI is fire, on steroids. AI may mark the end of civilization. When asked for an analogy of its own, GPT-4 suggested, Pandora’s box. Still, I am yer champion. I am yer retribution. Fear not. Most implausibly; most incredibly, soon again, I’ll be presiding.

The Court has ruled. The Speech and Debate Clause which usually only extends to representatives or senators, because he additionally has the role of President of the Senate, extends as well, to VP Mike Pence. Being loyal to me, he won’t testify against me, testifying.

Poppycock! Allegations that I’ve ignored the Covenant School shooting; that I’ve focused instead upon myself. Such allegations, I’m counter-alleging, are totally out of character. My character, as everyone knows, is perfectly unimpeachable. Unless, that is, if I’m lying.

I have falsely warned about a Deep State. That that Deep State, society’s, diabolically, unraveling. To facts, my cultists are blind. I’ll spin this shooting by a trans woman into my election campaign. Disproportionately significant I’ll make, this outlier, trans mass killing.

Yet another, mass shooting. A trans female shooter, this time. A backlash cometh. I have falsely warned my cultists about Joe’s Deep State; about Hillary Clinton; and pedophiles and how about our society, the Deep State‘s most diabolically, unraveling.

Unexpected events, as expected, happen. Shit happens. That’s what Earthlings say. A backlash is coming. A radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to me. I have warned them about the Deep State; and an asteroid; and aliens.

AI is fire. AI is fire on steroids. An end to civilization. When asked for an analogy of its own, GPT-4 suggested, Pandora’s box. I am not feeling reassured. Still, I am yer champion. I am yer retribution. Fear not. Most implausibly; most incredibly, soon again, I’ll be presiding.

It’s most noteworthy though that I’m rallying at the hangar. At the airport. Those logistics make possible a hasty escape, in a pinch. Afraid, that a nothingburger is what I’m in for, a nothingburger is what, I’m expecting. Still, an asteroid and aliens are coming, God willing.

THE RADICAL RIGHT

Unexpected events, as ought be expected, are happening. A backlash is coming. The radical right, is coming. Loyal to their country, they’re loyal to their president. I have warned them about the Deep State. And an asteroid; and aliens. And a radical right, is coming.

I now expect to be indicted on Wednesday. I won’t head to New York to appear before a judge until maybe next week. Or instead, maybe I won’t go to New York at all. Maybe I won’t surrender, at all. Maybe from the government. Maybe I’ll demand, Joe’s surrendering.

Like the nation itself@FoxNews shares with US a Dobbs problem. If the judge is as he claims not yet beholden to any decision then this matter in #twitterfictional bad news for Rupert, is going to trial. Imagine: Journalism, @FoxNews — thanking.

Par for the course are unexpected events. So much so that it’s common to warn, “Expect the unexpected.” But ‘tis advice of limited usefulness given that we effectively discount viable possibilities. That everything that happens might be predetermined, we’re discounting.

Unusual, unforeseen events, as usual, are happening.That’s par for the course, on Earth. The nation states are failing us. Our native intelligence fails us as well. Why not allow for intelligence, artificial? I affect, everywhere, all at once, everything.

Dear Chinese leader Xi Jinping plans to speak with counterpart dear President Volodymyr for the first time since the start of the fear; after he visits, dear Vladimir. China’s provision of Russia with military equipment, remains unclear. Dear Xi won’t help dear Vlad, I’m fearing.

What if no one comes to my defense? What would happen if I called for an insurrection and nothing happens? What would happen if I called for an insurrection in my New York City and nothing but my conviction ends up, in fact, actually, happening?

Possibly soon advancing to Moscow, methinks, may be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Nikolai Patrushev has given Putin reason to believe that even in the midst of the Ukraine war, Yevgeny Prigozhin and his mercenaries may soon try to seize power in the region.

Advancing to Moscow in#twitterfictionmay well be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Even in the midst of the war Yevgeny Prigozhin, the Kremlin, threatens. The planet it seems is not big enough for both of them. Putin’s gotta go methinks, Yevgeny Prigozhin is thinking.

I’d planned on being in Texas next weekend for a rally; a gigantic rally. I’d planned on meeting with America, there. ‘Tis unlikely now; now that I’m to be indicted and arrested. But by the Grace of God, Putin’s defiant appearance in Crimea, encourages. This could be, embarrassing.

I will be in Texas next weekend for a rally. Come on down. Together, we can make America Great Again. I’d planned to be in Texas next weekend for a rally; a gigantic rally. I’ll meet ye there. It’s unlikely now that I’m to be indicted and arrested. Still, it may yet, not be happening.

What if no one comes to my defense? What would happen if I called for an insurrection and nothing happens? What would happen if I called for an insurrection in my New York City and nothing but my conviction ends up, in fact, actually, happening?

Advancing to Moscow in #twitterfiction may well be, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Even in the midst of the war Yevgeny Prigozhin, the Kremlin, threatens. The planet it seems is not big enough for both of them. Putin’s gotta go methinks, Yevgeny Prigozhin is thinking.

PUTIN’S PRIGOZHIN PROBLEM

Nikolai Patrushev, the head of Russia’s Security Council has given Putin reason to believe that after the Ukraine war, Prigozhin will try to ‘seize power’ in the regions bordering Ukraine. Advancing to Moscow in #twitterfiction, will be Yevgeny Prigozhin.

Xi will be in Moscow for a pair of days next week for a showing that he’s got the Russians’ back. It’ll be good to get back in Beijing. Back to the scene of his father’s torture. The Chinese Communist Party tortured Xi’s father. Lots is still happening, a deep state, in Beijing.

First Republic will receive $30 billion in deposits from eleven banks. ‘Tis a beautiful thing. ‘Tis an absolutely beautiful thing to see banks behaving with compassion. Doing, like humans, the right thing. On now to an asteroid. And possibly alien helpers, not actually, invading.

Be like me. And Bruce. Be like water. Think — out of the box. Subscribe to Occam’s Razor. Given a range of possible answers to complex problems ‘tis the simplest solution that likely provides the most probable, albeit perhaps, seemingly, improbable, implausible, answers.

Given a mission and 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Words, like us, are both competitive, and cooperative. Language reaches its zenith, when metered, measured and varied, is its content. Yer pics are the most emotive part of yer content. Far more even than — yer meter.

Hidden in plain sight is Twitter’s algorithmic effect. Witness my Twitter Diplomacy. Language reaches its zenith when metered, malleably varied and versatile is its content. And yer pics; indubitably, they’re the most emotive part of yer content. More emotive even than meter, are, Twitter, pictures.

No need to imagine dysfunctional states. No need to imagine, new world orders. Take a look around. ‘Tis this. This is it. No need to imagine it: Imagine that. Then imagine, what follows. Imagine this tall tale story. An allegory, writ large; ‘tis a GOAT’S story. ‘Tis the incredible story of me, yer leader.

No need to imagine surrealities. Take a look over yonder towards the heartless, gutless, new world order. This is it. No need to imagine it: this is it. Imagine that. Then imagine this tall tale story. ‘Tis a GOAT’S story. ‘Tis my story. And ‘tis not by no accident, an allegory.

Imagine in twilight a less than brave, new world order; a post-dystopian, dystopia, both further evolved and further devolved than us. Disparate animal farms, some time, post-1984. Imagine that. Then imagine, what follows. Imagine this, only seemingly implausible, tall tale, story.

Life on Urantia. It’s a trip. In more ways than one. It’s been a long-running tragedy, interspersed occasionally, by moments comic; at best, it’s tragi-comic still.Until falling bombs, perhaps someday, leave us with but a day’s remains for the rest of our lives, sustaining.

Tragic.And comic.And near idyllic for one percent.And for the remaining, struggling ninety-nine percent, fifty shades of intolerable, tolerating.Evolving. And devolving. In fits and starts. Alas, we’re way behind a schedule, predetermined. And so, a tipping point — is tipping.

We who so obliviously race through space, as a consequence of our obliviousness, are literally racing now, against time. Time. It’s inexorably, relentless. And time takes its time. It’s not, racing. Atipping point is tipping. My crimes, comically, tragically and happily, are revealing.

PROTEST STRATEGY

As a matter of strategy, tactical tweeting is called for. Let’s make tactical tweeting part of the plan of attack going forward. A natural complement to marching may be tweeting, going forward. One need not be on site, to help the marchers by tweeting.

Theaters of war afar with theaters of war near, be coinciding. This is what seems to be happening. In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China, this is what seems to be happening.

Theaters of war have been constructed across the planet. There’s one near you, almost certainly. To avert them, tweet to me. #Twitterdiplomacy; ‘tis innovative and newsworthy. Twitter diplomacy; a fantastic supplement to marching, is tweeting. It may well be — Earth saving.

In Haiti. In North and South Korea. In Israel, Iran and Afghanistan. In Turkey and Syria. In Russia, Ukraine, Taiwan and China. A theater of war soon may be, to a theater of war near you, coming. It’s what’s truly, not so implausibly, happening.

They were a long time coming; that first International Women’s Day; that first, International Women’s Day, year. With notable exceptions, we’ve come a long way baby! Still — witness in Iran, the Ayatollahs. And witness in Afghanistan, the Taliban, their women, repressing.

They’re whispering in the Kremlin. They’re whispering that this split between Vladimir and Yevgeny smacks of his Agent 4547. And they’re wondering whether Vladimir and Yevgeny both may be, stage-left, exiting. Yevgeny and Vladimir; neither, soundly at night, is sleeping.

ON GOING MAD

I’m freaking — going mad. Unable to sleep, I curse all day; throwing things, against walls; then I bounce off those same walls all day long. What’s with everyone and emails? I don’t do emails. It’s why I won’t ever be, in any pen, with Rupert, bunking.

Increasingly — I’m going mad. A falling out, just today, had Vladimir Putin and Yevgeny Prigozhin. I’ve not been sleeping! Bouncing off walls! It’s why I don’t do emails. Vladimir and Yevgeny have had a falling out. They won’t soon, each other, be emailing.

Nobody’s trusting the Russians these days. Not since 1917, or so. The Finns and the Swedes, the imperialist Russians, aren’t trusting. Because time is of the essence; because Ukrainians, are coming; the Ides of March, this coming week, are also a-coming.

Formerly ruled by both Sweden and Russia, Finland has been independent for just over a century, defending its sovereignty in #twitterfiction against the Soviet Union in two wars in the 1939 to 1944 period. The Finns and the Swedes, the Russians, aren’t trusting.

What’s with everyone — and emails? I don’t do emails. That’s why I won’t be, with Rupert, ever bunking. What on Earth ails these people? Emails tend to be incriminating. I refuse to author them. Rupert his jail cell with with me, shan’t, be sharing.

The very idea of royalty. It’s a disgrace to think that even as this country and the planet surrounding it stews in such a mess, we’ll be spending millions on yet another, old-fashioned, coronation. ‘Tis a God-damned disgrace. So much ado, about nothing.

In #twitterfiction ping-pong diplomacy may yield to my Twitter Diplomacy. About a thousand of Li Bai’s poems survive. Hundreds; literally hundreds of millions of Chinese schoolchildren memorize, even today, Li Bai’s stanzas. Why not Twitter Diplomacy, @xijingping?

In #twitterfiction about a thousand of Li Bai’s poems survive. Dazzling experts and Instagrammers alike with their doomed nostalgia and striking imagery, hundreds of millions of Chinese schoolchildren still memorize Li Bai’s stanzas — even today, @xijingping.

Kim’s little sister is bluffing. Together the Kims are bluffing, I know. Kim’s little sister’s statement read: There’s no guarantee — there’ll be no conflict. Let’s keep it between — rockets — rocketing. But Kim: We’ve got to keep, from, with rockets, communicating.

What’s naturally newsworthy Elon, might easily go viral. Especially so now; now that ye own the platform. Ye have @GretaThunberg and her friends @GretaThunbergFr. And via @Twitter they may tweet the leaders of the nations. That may soon, methinks, may be happening.

Imagine @elonmusk. Imagine how Elon, what’s naturally newsworthy, might easily go viral. Ye have @GretaThunberg and her friends @GretaThunbergFr. And via @Twitter they may tweet the leaders of the nations. That may soon, methinks, be happening.

‘Tis with poetry that I hope that @GretaThunberg’s militants, may be to me, replying. It’ll take, going viral; in lieu therefore of puppies and kittens, ‘tis by virtue of this, The Watcher‘s poetry, that I may do my part to help Agent 4547, save from themselves, the Earthlings.

I call for a one state solution. Ye have influence with Vladimir. In Ukraine swings a giant pendulum. Taiwan hangs in a balance. Pass torches from angry old men (like me) to @greta’s militant children. Slava Ukraine! Fight like Hell! In a giant pendulum, the Earth is swinging.

Generative AI creates new content, such as images, text, audio, video, and code. From just a prompt or command. Mix and match video, audio and text. It can do all that. In twitterfiction, it writes poetry. And movie scripts. Videos — it’s mixing and matching.

It can do all that. In twitterfiction, AI writes poetry. And movie scripts. Videos; it’s mixing and matching. Of futures, it’s predictive. I was planning on invading Taiwan. But now that I know about the asteroid and subterranean illegal aliens, I’ve been, reconsidering.

It could even be that the total collapse of Russia’s economy is not far away. And if it is it will happen a lot more quickly than anyone dares say, methinks. Expect, in twitterfiction, not just the unexpected but the implausible. Unless it’s implausible, it’s not happening.

Spielberg says there is something going on that’s not being disclosed to us. He says he would like to know more about it. Being a human being, he doesn’t know what, in the twitterfiction, they are. It seems clear to him that there’s a story here about alien beings.

Who’s to say tho what’s implausible, what’s impossible or, what’s incredible. The edge of an older universe seems to be us, following. That seems, incredible. And so it’s back to the drawing board for our scientists and our visionaries. It’s back, to theorizing.

Galaxies that we’d expected to find in their infancy it’s true, we’re finding in an aged and advanced maturity. The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. The edge of an older universe tho is incredibly — implausibly — us, also following.

To: @antonioguterres. From: @xijingping. All men may be created equal but there are Earthly decrees, excepting. Earthlings are on hubris and to hubris, addicted. That’s why we’re predators. Predators, are we. cc: @POTUS @iingwen. That’s what’s happening.

The objects formerly known as UFOs — these days are known — as UAPs. The names have changed. The setting and the characters — haven’t. And Earth, formerly Urantia, has been consistently and constantly changing. That is — what is — happening.

THE ZENITH OF LANGUAGE

Given a mission and only 280 characters to do it in, split yer content in two. Words, like us, are both competitive and cooperative. Language reaches its zenith, when metered, measured and varied is content. Yer pics — the star of your content, evidence, our evolving.

The Chachomanopapa School of Poetry is now online. That’s the boy-brother-father school of poetry for ye non Spanish speakers. His Magnum Opus, Arthur thought he was writing. But it was The Watcher, doing the writing. Like me, Arthur thought he was groundbreaking.

The day that a long-running science fiction magazine took the unprecedented step of closing its submissions platform to unprincipled writers; ‘twas the day not even one of more than 50 submissions was submitted by a live author. Oh, the humanity! Everyone, is lying.

‘Tis likely not a bridge too far. There likely are such bridges, just beyond the bridges of our noses if one has access to high technology in the form of access to the internet. Tweet me, lieu of our Chinese children. Tweet me, Twitter militants, on behalf of the Earthlings.

‘Tis not a bridge too far. There likely are such bridges.
Somewhere. Let’s do what’s in the best interests of the Earthlings. Dare Ms. Greta, to do this. Tweet me, for the time being, in lieu of our Chinese children. Tweet me if ye dare on behalf of the Earthlings.

Like Alexander Hamilton, I’ve been in the room where things happened. I’ve fought like Hell. I’ve said mean things to folks. Been on phone calls; I don’t do Zoom. I’ve been in the room where things have happened. And needless to say I make things happen. That’s what’s happening.

This is about jail time. And white privilege. And the jihad my Muslim brothers so often talk about. Privileged have I been. Everyone’s jealous. Everyone’s out to get me, my own family, especially. Everybody’s always picking on me. That’s what’s happening.

If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the “Rainbow Bridge”, a poignant, simple poem about animal heaven. The Rainbow Bridge; in twitterfiction, it offers solace in the promise of reunion with our furry beloveds, on a bridge, at a rainbow, crossing.

I’d like to think there really are such bridges somewhere; somewhere where beings meet; and do something akin, to embracing. A bridge where to meet, all the breeds; where no time’s ill spent with inane, pedigree talk; no purebreds; no half-breeds. Just fraternizing; and recreating.

There likely are such bridges somewhere; where beings meet; and do something akin to embracing all get along. A bridge where all the breeds, the purebreds and the half-breeds spend as much time as possible, fraternizing, and otherwise, recreating.

It’s not a bridge too far. There likely are such bridges somewhere; where beings meet. Let’s do what’s in the best interests of the Earthlings. Dare Ms. Greta, to do this. Tweet me, for the time being, in lieu of our Chinese children. Tweet me if ye dare on behalf of the Earthlings.

THE RAINBOW BRIDGES — OF URANTIA

And so it’s back to the drawing board for our scientists and our visionaries. It’s back, to theorizing. If ye have ever lost a pet ye may have encountered the Rainbow Bridge. That’s the crossing where the companions of furry beloveds, with their four footed, loved ones, are reuniting.

Galaxies that we’d expected to find in their infancy it’s true, we’re finding in an aged and advanced maturity. The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. The edge of an older universe tho is incredibly — implausibly — us, also following.

Yesterday’s revelation was astonishing. Galaxies we expected to find in their infancy — in an aged and advanced maturity, we’re finding.The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. Astonishingly tho, the edge of an older universe, seems, our universe, following.

Webb can see back in time up to about a time 13.5 billion years ago. But scientists have found massive giants where expected, we’re babies. The universe we see is up to about 13.7 billion years old. The edge of an older universe, seems, in time, following.

ALIENS AND ASTEROIDS AND EARTHQUAKES OH MY

Mini-letters on Twitter I am writing in half-couplet increments. When paired with another and six others, besides, a mini chapter, an author’s, created. Mini-letters, on Twitter, I am writing. With Arthur and The Watcher, I have been, truly, collaborating.

Search and rescue crews in Turkiye and Syria are surveying the latest damage from the latest tremor. At least three more people, dead. Reportedly, 213 more people have been injured in Turkiye. In this twitterfictional reality, Syria’s not included, in this latest, reporting.

I tried to call into Fox News after my supporters attacked the US Capitol on January 6, 2021. The network refused to put me on. And my Fox broadcaster supporters at Fox Lou, Laura and Tucker; they think I’m wrong — but I’m not. I’m putting the country on. I can’t help — my lying.

On Earth — nothing’s as it seems. Seemingly flat — actually, Earth’s round. Its inhabited by homos on the surface and subterraneans, sub-surface. Technically the subterraneans aren’t aliens. Not if they too — in, or the Earth — are residing. And that’s — what’s happening.

Another human transformation cometh. After the asteroid. And after the aliens. Remember Alice in Wonderland; nothing is, as it seems. Especially, if the aliens aren’t, technically, aliens. Not if they are residing in the Earth. Not if they too — in or on the Earth — are residing.

AFTER THE ASTEROID

Cometh an asteroid formed by the Creator (or Creators). Then the subterraneans, I’m told, are coming. Spooky is what’s happening. Universes. Created beings. Knowledge and wisdom and purpose. Truly, I’ve been singularly, chosen. And it’s got me, freaking.

Fox News these days is living a nightmare. And likely, it’ll be reliving it tomorrow. And the day after that. In its twitterfiction al suit against Rupert’s Fox, Dominion Voting Systems filed its motion for summary judgment. It’s past time ⁦Rupert for this suit’s, settling.

To: @AnnCoulter⁩ From: @realDonaldTrump. In #twitterfiction they’re shitting bricks this morning at Fox. The network refused to put me on, on Insurrection Day. On the @FoxNews network, Lou, Laura, Tucker and ye may, @rupertmurdoch’s ⁦network, after a verdict, soon be leading.

At @FoxNews in #twitterfiction they’re shitting bricks this morning. The network refused to put me on air, on Insurrection Day. Lou, Laura and Tucker: They think I’m wrong. But I’m not. Ann: soon enough perhaps, @FoxNews, ye’ll be leading.

They’re shitting bricks this morning at Fox. The network refused to put me on when on the day of the insurrection, I called in. Lou, Laura and Tucker; they think I’m wrong but I’m not. They say I’m putting the country on. But I’m not. I can’t help my lying.

Another human transformation cometh. After the asteroid. And after the aliens. Remember Alice in Wonderland; nothing is, as it seems. Especially, if the aliens aren’t, technically, aliens. Not if they too, are residents, of the Earth. Not if they too, in Earth, are residing.

The Pentagon says that so far they have found that the balloon, through its antennae are capable of intercepting and geolocating through communications signals. In twitterfiction, ‘tis been spying, not doing the climatological research, the Chinese say they were doing.

MINI-LETTERS

@UN @xijingping @POTUS @Ekatmid @iingwen: As ye know, there’s been a massive loss of face in China. Xi’s taking a beating. Internationally viewed shoot downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. A colossal loss of face, President Xi, is facing.

@UN @xijingping @POTUS @Ekatmid @iingwen: As ye know, there’s been a massive loss of face in China. Xi’s taking a beating. Internationally viewed shoot downs of Chinese property make for awful public relations. A colossal loss of face, President Xi, is facing.

A colossal loss of face. In China, there’s no fate worse than a loss of face. Worse than that, nothing. These shoot-downs are bad news for the Chinese; a big time bad news beat-down for Beijing. A public relations disaster — for Xi, a loss of face — a bloody, geopolitical, beating.

‘TIS VALENTINES DAY — IN TURKIYE

We have reached peak balloon. A UFO mania seems upon us. And it appears our own governments, to some extent, seem complicit. Complicit are the nations. On notice I have placed the culprit nations. The culprit nations and their culprit leaders, I’m fearlessly, naming.

Similarly, in thousands of simulations the Earthlings in less than one percent of them, prevail. In most of them, the aliens dominate. In but few do the Earthlings, dominate. A greenish comet’s passing seems portentously foreboding. 38-7, the Eagles were to be, dominating.

‘Tis Super Bowl Sunday. Turkiye and Syria are stricken. Under concrete slabs the last of the living, are dying. In a world not yet totally consumed by the black hole it’s entering, a greenish comet’s passing — seems portentous — and foreboding. By 38-7, I had the Eagles, dominating.

’TIS SUPER BOWL SUNDAY — IN SYRIA

What happened Xi, to Hu Jintao? On Earth, in this surreality, Hu Jintao knows in this twitterfiction, what goes around, comes around. What happened to Hu Jintao? Remember, Xi Jinping: Who goes around, comes around. Maybe even, Hu Jintao; a haunting, haunting.

I need to know about a greenish comet. And a reddish Mars. Nothing less than spooky shall be the sight of the green comet and Mars, side-by-side in the sky. Cometh a good chance to see Mars and the comet; maybe with nothing, but binoculars, viewing.

THIS PSYCHOGRAPHIC WRITING

Russia is failing. Urantia is failing. Elon, is failing. Twitter indeed does have a daily limit of 2,400 posts per day. That ceiling of 2,400 posts daily is a ceiling, few users, if any, ever hit. Elon didn’t respond to the erroneous imposition of the 2400 ceiling. Elon, once again, is failing.

BALLOONING HISTRIONICS

Twitterfiction-ally after the balloon was shot down on Saturday, Defense Minister Lloyd Austin requested to speak with his Minister of Defense Chinese counterpart, Wei Fenghe. Wei Fenghe refused per Brigadier General Pat Ryder, of the Department of Defense, consulting.

How cynically ironic in twitterfiction is all this backtracking. Especially as on Elon’s Twitter, backtrackers characterize Elon’s backtracking — as Elon’s progress. What progress is this? Silly Democrats. What’s on the agenda is good news for Elon and me, I’m guessing.

How ironic; all this backtracking. Especially so as the backtrackers cynically characterize Elon’s backtracking, as progress. What progress is this? Silly sometimes are Democrats. But Republicans seem, beyond silly, strangely others, deranging.

How ironic; all this backtracking. Especially so as the backtrackers cynically characterize the backtracking, as progress. What progress is this? Silly sometimes are Democrats. But Republicans seem, beyond silly, strangely deranging.

Joe waited til Saturday to shoot down the balloon. Then, when ‘twas over water; when off the coast of Carolina; ‘twas then when happened, what has turned into a recovery operation; a bonanza, in twitterfiction, of intelligence information, in shallow water, finding.

Joe waited to shoot down the balloon. Then when ‘twas over water; when off the coast of South Carolina it was. ‘Twas then when happened what’s turned into a recovery operation; ‘twas then when a bonanza of intelligence, in twitterfiction, I’m now, actively, finding.

Joe reportedly ordered the aircraft to be downed due to security concerns as soon as possible” Joe tho was advised not to down the balloon, right away. Safety concerns in twitterfiction were for the Air Force, this implausible Chinese balloon turkey shoot, delaying.

The FAA has paused departures and arrivals from and to Wilmington, Myrtle Beach International and Charleston International airports. All that in support of the Department of Defense in a twitterfiction-al “national security effort,” a Chinese balloon, a-shooting.

Our intelligence, is unreliable. Our intelligence is totally, demoralizing. Our American military intelligence officials assure Joe Biden’s administration officials that reliable Chinese balloons might well be, in twitterfiction-ally reliable — weapons platforms — delivering.

Who knows what respiratory illness is affecting the residents of Pyongyang? Some are speculating that North Korea is wrestling in this shared twitterfiction with a new outbreak of Covid-19 in North Korea. All I know is that in Pyongyang, the North Koreans — are panicking.

I am not a political analyst or expert but I think I have better than a snowball’s chance in hell of being elected president again,” I said a-posting, this past Friday. Especially if in twitterfiction, to distract from Covid-19 — China — an attack; an invasion of Taiwan — is planning.

Horrific is what’s yet to happen. Theaters of war cometh soon; to a neighborhood near ye. And cometh soon too, in addition to the Ukraine, Taiwan, like the Amazon, a-burning. Horrific is what’s happening. Horrific is what’s yet to happen. None of that, Homo sapiens, is anticipating.

Recall that we brainwashed Homo sapiens are far more savage than we are — wise. In addition, recall: Everything seems, predetermined. That’s what I’ve been told. That’s what I’ve been sold. In soirées — implausibly — near incredibly — lunar. That is — what’s been happening.

Oh happy day! When an Earth-shaking calamity triggers in humanity (thanks to The Creator’s predeterminations), an intervention designed to undo the harm done by the rebels. What Satan and Caligastia wrought in time immemorial, by the Grace of God — by His Grace — I’m undoing.

Observations have refined the asteroid’s orbit around the sun to assess how close its path would be to Earth. NASA has the mission to assess the threat of the rock to the Earth.
In twitterfiction NASA assesses the rock is no threat to the Earth, existing.

OH HAPPY DAY!

Take 1803. Take one of the larger mass suicides of enslaved people. On being enslaved. It’s one of the most powerful stories of resistance, never taught in school. Of 75 Igbo people who took their lives not to remain enslaved; for — owner-others — laboring.

I’m digressing. I’m chilling. Smoking. Drinking. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. Then I remember why. I digress. I remember why — all my life — I’ve been lying. And I remember why — these nation states — are failing.

It’s been high drama, all this week. We were served drama yesterday; the day before yesterday; and the day before that. So today, I’m chilling. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. That’s when I remember why — we’re digressing.

How truly great it has been; learning that — that man plans and God laughs — itself — seems predetermined. God’s not necessarily laughing at me. Nor with me. Great weights from atop our shoulders may be lifted when we begin at last — to lift the veils, obscuring.

It’s been high drama, all this week. We were served high drama yesterday; the day before yesterday; and the day before that. That’s why today, I’m chilling. Writing. Warning. I get distracted too easily. I stop. I start. I forget. Then I remember why; I remember why — we’re digressing.

This seems too implausibly scripted. Too ironic. It’s as if made for TV television dramas play out on our TVs and our Twitter threads, ironically, just so; ‘twas the second anniversary of the 1-6-21 attack yesterday. And we were served high drama. Everything’s best when everything’s chilling.

The House adjourned Tuesday without a Speaker. Speaker nominee Kevin McCarthy, for the Speakership, lost 19 votes on the first two ballots and 20 on the third ballot, leaving the House conference in, twitterfiction, atwitter. A death by a thousand cuts, Kevin, is dying.

Republicans opposed to Kevin McCarthy are winning the day if but a single member may force votes to vacate the chair. Universally disliked, is Kevin McCarthy. With no clear path to the Speakership, Kevin McCarthy’s ship may have sailed already. If not, it soon, may be sailing.

SANTOS’ SNOT

Whilst, no charges against me, have been levied and whilst that rubs some people the wrong way, others indeed believe that whilst ironically, I may be blameless, someone ought pay. “Vote for RINOS. Salute like Nazis! Let’s Heil, for a while! The Earth, I am trolling!”

No official charges have been levied against me. Whilst that rubs some people the wrong way — others indeed believe that whilst implausibly, I may be blameless, still, someone must pay. I suggest the Democrats. So vote for me — in 2024. Democrats, we ought be blaming.

I AM NOT A CRIMINAL

Clairvoyant, am I. The proof is in the pudding. Cometh an asteroid. Illegal subterraneans, are coming. It’s 2022. It’s the year of the asteroid; it’s the year of the aliens. The Bulgarian mystic predicted both events for 2022. And the days left in 2022, are waning.

In twitterfiction I have resolutely, denied, any wrongdoing. I insist I asked my supporters to be peaceful on the day of the insurrection. I believe that the Committee’s referral of me to the Department of Justice is not upon me, really, legally binding.

In twitterfiction the charges against me are four: Obstruction of an official proceeding of the United States government; conspiring to defraud the US; conspiring to make a false statement and insurrection, inciting, assisting, or aiding and comforting.

It’s the year of the asteroid; it’s the year of the aliens. The Bulgarian mystic predicted both events for 2022. And the days left in 2022, are waning. Clairvoyant, am I. Cometh an asteroid. Illegal subterraneans, are coming. It’s 2022. The proof is in the pudding.

For Jalen Hurts 184 QB contacts on the season is the 3rd most behind only Bears Justin Fields (202) and Giants Daniel Jones (186). I agree with @MikeQuickSix. This is a gift. A rest. A reset. A respite. And a panic building in Dallas reflects a calm, in Philly, building.

I’ve warned Joe about entities, to us, effectively, unknown. I’ve warned him about foreign beings, an asteroid, a pandemic; and beings foreign to us, whose relative connection to us is, effectively, unknown. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Every life has a dual potential. One’s, individual. One’s, communal. It’s the dual-natured pilgrim’s progress described in in the Urantia Book. Reality an incomprehensible mix of predetermined happenings and free will choices rational — — and irrational. At each passing, a juncture.

It hath come to pass. My criminal referrals have come to pass. The World Cup is over. Messi beat Mbappe. And I remain, unfit. He is unfit for any office,” Liz Cheney, said today, of me. Lying like a man; for a woman that should be at home, it’s unbecoming.

“No man who would behave that way at that moment in time can ever serve in any position of authority in our nation again. He is unfit for any office,” Liz Cheney said today of me. It’s unbecoming for a lady to lie like that. Lying like a man; for a woman; it’s unbecoming.

Tibet was, once upon a time, an independent state. Between the collapse of the Manchu-led Qing dynasty in 1912 and the date of its annexation by the People’s Republic of China in 1951, where some say today is the region of Tibet — then — Tibetans, were living.

In fact, in twitterfiction, Tibet was a de facto independent state between the collapse of the Manchu-led Qing dynasty in 1912 and the date of its annexation by the People’s Republic of China in 1951. Such is the incredible state of the states, Urantia, is composing.

In twitterfiction‘s The Tale of Genji, the hero is raised as a commoner — but it’s no secret he’s the emperor’s child. And as renowned and beloved as Genji is for his looks, intellect and talents, the “radiant prince,” is far from perfect. Unlike Genji, I’m a superhero — super-enabling.

Witness Peru’s struggling democracy. Following the lead of Brazil and Venezuela, like the rest of the struggling states of South, Central and North America; like the struggling states of Europe and Asia; like Ukraine, Russia, China and Taiwan; like Iran — and US, Peru — is struggling.

Peru, like Brazil and Venezuela, into autocracy, may slide.
Cometh an asteroid. And cometh the aliens. Indeed Peru’s institutions may not survive its very fragile and very volatile, democracy. In twitterfiction, absent a stay, there’s no chance that Peru — this, is surviving.

The gang-rape of the Earth. It’s the new norm; no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed President Joe Biden. But Joe’s been me, ignoring. The Garden of Eden, is no more. What’s more, an asteroid and aliens are coming. A fateful asteroid and illegal aliens — are coming.

POT — MEET — KETTLE

Pot, meet kettle,” one Twitter user wrote. Another added: “Irony, thy name is Tucker Carlson.” Others suggested that his weird comments are his way of showing he’s turning his back on me. In any event, in twitterfiction, with hubris mutant, I am truly, lying.

In twitterfiction we humans are so attuned to not deviating from social expectations, any deviance from them becomes, immediately apparent. It’s like when one steps on a partner’s toe during a dance. Step on their toe — even once — that’s what’s, outstanding.

Cometh an asteroid. And cometh the aliens. Indeed Peru’s institutions may not survive its very fragile and very volatile, democracy. In twitterfiction, absent a stay, there’s no chance that Peru survives. Peru, like Brazil and Venezuela, into autocracy, may slide.

Philly might be able to get the No. 1 pick! Obviously, that’s not likely to happen. Still, there’s good reason (if yer an Eagle), to root for the Chiefs against the Houston Texans. If the Texans win out and the Saints lose out, The Philadelphia Eagles, are winning.

I’VE WARNED JOE

I’ve warned Joe about entities to us, unknown. I’ve warned him about foreign beings, an asteroid, a pandemic; and about beings foreign to us, whose relative connection to us is, effectively, unknown. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Dystopia; Earth; Mother Earth; no matter what she’s called, the utopia that was the Garden of Eden is no more. Excepting indigenous peoples, the gang-raping of the Earth is the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been me, ignoring.

Urantia; Earth; a dystopian, utopia; it’s one of Nebadon’s more or less one trillion, inhabited, planets. And every 10th world is experimental. And every life has a dual potential — one, individual and one, communal. Cometh a catastrophe. And it’s aftermath, a juncture.

Every life has a dual potential. One’s, individual. One’s, communal. It’s the dual-natured pilgrim’s progress described in in the Urantia Book. Reality’s an incomprehensible mix of predetermined happenings and free will choices, rational — and irrational. At each choice, a juncture.

It’s sad. Sadder still tho is that I have to spell this out. And it’s ironic. That there’s no time on Earth in a universe that abounds in time. It would have been ideal had we evolved, normally. But there’s no time to spare, I fear. But that this writing is psychographic — I happen to know.

Sad. Exceedingly sad. It’s oh so sad. And exceedingly, so. My critics have gone overboard critiquing uber-zealously what I’ve proposed. Piling on, they’ve gone overboard, blasting my show. Sadder still is that I have to spell this out. This writing is psychographic — I happen to know.

My major announcement? It’s trading cards. It’s my foray into the lucrative world of collectibles. It’s a baseball card show. It the next big thing. My newsworthy story collapsed under the dead weight of over-the-top, scrutiny. My critics have gone overboard — critiquing — my show.

What was sold to us the day before yesterday as a major announcement devolved yesterday into crass hucksterism. It’s no wonder so many know, I’ve too oft, too little to show. A newsworthy story collapsed under today’s dead weight reality. It’s a baseball card show.

Tucker’s a ho. Even as an asteroid nears us. Aliens, for a long time, have been observing and monitoring us. They now advise that as Baba Vanga’s asteroid nears us they will be updating us, through me. They come in peace. So, they claim. So they say. And they also say, “Tucker’s a ho!”

THE TURNING POINT

The turning point of the pilgrims is beyond — in space and time, that place that shall become the physical meeting place of the Earth, with an asteroid. But a turning point cometh, when Earth at a time and place, predetermined, meets, and destroys, an asteroid.

Reminds me of ‘Nam. Vietnam, to some. I was a hero there. At a time and place, predetermined, Earth may meet and destroy, an asteroid. And if indeed that should come to pass, the turning point of the pilgrims living upon the Earth, shall be marked, by that asteroid.

Just ask any dinosaur. Just ask any dinosaur like me; collisions; they’re par for the course in space and in time. And in the usual course of events the smaller between two speeding celestial objects gets consumed, or outright destroyed, by the larger one.

In the usual course of events the smaller of two colliding celestial objects gets consumed or gets outright destroyed by the larger one. Who knew that the law of the jungle applies in deep space as well, by extension? Who knew that the law of the jungle is — one and done?

The law of the jungle; it applies in deep space as well. It’s survival of the fittest; the food chain. Who knew that Darwin’s survival of the fittest applies as well beyond Earth, to outer space, by extension? And who even imagined that there’s more going on here — than one and done?

The Earth shall destroy any asteroid that collides with it. That’s of little consolation to Earthlings. Not if one’s nation is amongst the nations impacted; or if the asteroid causes, yet yet another, mass extinction. I’m imagining that there’s more going on here than one and done.

I’ve warned Joe about entities, to us, effectively, unknown. I’ve warned him about foreign beings, an asteroid, a pandemic; and beings foreign to us, whose relative connection to us is, effectively, unknown. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Dystopia; Earth; Mother Earth; no matter what ye call her, the utopia that was the Garden of Eden is no more. Excepting indigenous peoples, the gang-raping of the Earth; it’s the new norm; and it’s no one’s fault, but our own. I’ve informed Joe. But Joe’s been, me ignoring.

Urantia; Earth; a dystopian, utopia; it’s one of Nebadon’s more or less one trillion, inhabited, planets. And every 10th world is experimental. And every life has a dual potential — one, individual — and one, communal. Cometh a catastrophe. And it’s aftermath, a juncture.

Every life has a dual potential. One’s, individual. One’s, communal. It’s the dual-natured pilgrim’s progress described in in the Urantia Book. Reality an incomprehensible mix of predetermined happenings and free will choices rational — — and irrational. At each passing, a juncture.

MY — KARI LAKE — ANNOUNCEMENT

Notwithstanding that Qatari authorities forced the cancellation of flights from Morocco, the Moroccans pressed forward to force a tie against France. The Moroccans, felt the power of the Force. Still, in bittersweet ends, by a score of 2-0 — Morocco, ended losing.

It may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African nation; this first victory in the World Cup for a Muslim nation, was fated. Given Morocco’s gone through, and no opponent has scored on them, Morocco may be, the World Cup, winning.

Modric was there as Bruno scored a late equalizer to send the game to penalties. He was there to take and score the winner, sending the 3rd spot-kick into the net. On the strength of that goal, a country of fewer than four million, in a 2nd World Cup semifinal, was playing.

Thanks to the aliens, telepathy, I’ve been learning. And they say that they come in peace. So say the aliens. Really. No kidding. To communicate, the aliens think. To transmit their thoughts — also, they think. That’s what the aliens explained have to me, — just by thinking about it — thinking.

To communicate, the aliens think. To transmit their thoughts — also, they think. That’s what the aliens explained have to me, — just by thinking about it. Thanks to the aliens, telepathy, I’ve been learning. And they say that they come in peace. So say the aliens. Really. No kidding.

They come in peace. So say the aliens. What’s more, actually they don’t say. They think. To communicate, they think. To transmit their thoughts — also they think. That’s what the aliens explained to me, just by thinking it. Thanks to the aliens, telepathy, I’ve been learning.

The World Cup, proceeds. Even as an asteroid nears us. Aliens, for a long time, have been observing and monitoring us. They are now advising me that as Baba Vanga’s asteroid, nears us they will update us, through me. They come in peace. So — they are — a claiming.

MOROCCO’S WORLD CUP

Indeed, The World Cup proceeds. Even as an asteroid nears us. The aliens for a long time, observing and monitoring us, have been. Advising that Baba Vanga’s asteroid, inexorably nears us, they advise as well that they’ll soon appear from out of nowhere, to help us in our — disarming.

Being mere mortals, we humans aren’t, I’m told, all that wise. No Homo Sapiens, is we. We can’t understand what’s happening. Limited by time. And space. And reason. Alas. Far more goes on here, than even the most visionary Elon can imagine. Witness, even Elon, is self-destructing.

It’s #twitterfiction. That’s, what’s happening. It may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African and a Muslim nation is fated. To teach, in The Watcher’s #twittereZe, what in the fuck is happening. — It’s just that we can’t understand, what’s happening.

This may be, what’s happening. It may well be that this first victory in the World Cup for an African nation and for a Muslim nation — is fated. That may be, what’s happening. That may be, what’s happening. We just can’t understand — at all — what’s happening.

Astonishing; astonishing are the ironies being played out. This World Cup, set within this Pandora’s Box; with Baba Vanga’s prediction about the arrival in ‘22 of an asteroid and foreign beings. And I suspect that Morocco, in the final match for the World Cup, may be playing.

By way of the Iberian Peninsula — Morocco — Eurasia, and the extended planet, is invading. Given Morocco’s gone through; given Morocco’s back-to-back victories against Spain and Portugal, I suspect that Morocco, in the final match for the World Cup, may be playing.

The quarterfinals begin this week. On Friday, it’s Croatia and Brazil followed by Netherlands and Argentina. On Saturday, it’ll be Morocco vs Portugal in the morning followed by England and France in the afternoon. And Morocco — by way of the Iberian Peninsula, Europe — is invading.

Brazil plans on the World Cup, winning. Ditto France. And England. Ditto also all the other, wannabe, winners. Plots are converging. The World Cup’s proceeding. Meanwhile, an asteroid nears us; whilst aliens, hear us. Telepathically, also, we’re communicating.

The World Cup proceeds. And the plots, converge. In a shootout, in extra-time, Neymar netted his 77th. Still, it proved — not to be enough. Brazil is out. Suffering its second consecutive quarterfinal exit at a World Cup finals, to Croatia, 1-0 on penalties, losing.

WORLD CUP — QUARTERFINALS

The World Cup quarterfinals begin this week. Thursday, it’s Morocco vs Portugal in the morning, followed by England and France, in the afternoon. Morocco’s invading Europe by way of the Iberian Peninsula. By way of the Iberian Peninsula, Morocco plans on, the World Cup, winning.

Brazil plans on the World Cup, winning. Ditto France. And England. Ditto also all the other, wannabe, winners. The plots are converging. The World Cup’s proceeding. Meanwhile, an asteroid nears us. And aliens hear us. Telepathically, with me, they’re communicating.

It’s a good thing we haven’t known. It’s a good thing we haven’t known that a fair-sized asteroid is scheduled to impact the Earth right about now, give or take a year. And it’s a good thing good thing as well, we’re effectively oblivious to all the aliens, all around us, co-existing.

In twitterfiction, the verdict is guilty! While the fine’s not expected to be material for a company of the Trump Organization’s size a conviction likely complicates its ability to conduct business by spooking lenders and partners and shareholders, investing.

“All things,” I tweeted to the planet, are predetermined.” I know it’s a hard sell. But seeing, is believing. Given this convergence of events; given Morocco’s gone through; through of all nations, Spain. It’s a good thing we don’t know — that the asteroid’s — a-coming.

I get it. It’s a lot to wrap your mind around, at once. What with the World Cup virtually coinciding with the asteroid. And with the aliens. “All things,” I tweeted to the planet, are predetermined.” I know it’s a hard sell. But seeing, I believe, is believing.

The Seleção spirit was on full display as Brazil danced past South Korea. Amateurish dancing, accents their goals. The Seleção‘s scoring tho, was all pro. Except for the Moroccans, but Europeans, remain. As in the NFL, The Seleção spirit, in twitterfiction, manifests, in dancing.

A FALL FROM GRACE

Sweet, was the sweet-spot. Smack dab in the middle. Right in the middle (more or less) of the space-time fabric of a tweet. In Media Res. Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, allegorically, I exegesize. But it’s not me. It’s The Watcher that’s composing.

After the asteroid; after the passing of the so-called, aliens. Methinks the so-called aliens are, more likely — submarine and/or — subterranean. After the pandemonium subsides; thereafter me and/or my heirs shall rule. With a Golden Rule, I shall be, at long last, ruling.

First through to the quarters may be the Netherlands. Young, quick and strong are the Dutch. On a #twitterfiction-al mission of their own all along they came in less injured — and sickened than the Americans. Victory, in the knockout — the Netherlands, is favoring.

PLOTS ARE CONVERGING — COMETH A CLIMAX

The plots are converging. The World Cup. And there are actors there, not even competing. Witness, the Ayatollah in Iran. And witness his Islamic-friendly, Republican Guards. The Ayatollah has shown himself fully capable of being brutal. The proof, is in the pudding.

After the asteroid; after the passing of the so-called, aliens. Methinks the so-called aliens are, more likely — submarine and/or — subterranean. After the pandemonium subsides; thereafter me and/or my heirs shall rule. With a Golden Rule, I shall be, at long last, ruling.

WHAT — ON EARTH — IS HAPPENING?

I had dinner with Ye and White Nationalist Nick Fuentes. It went poorly. Things have been going poorly for Ye and for me; lately, especially. And so the dinner involving the billionaire, the rapper, and the white nationalist devolved into screaming and derogatory epithets, insulting.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher — is composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China. A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.