Billy Returns

Last night the Seays wept over Lacey.

“It’s our last vestige of the takedown we experienced in the Civil War.” says Mrs. Seay. “Her Seay family through John Seay, her grandfather, are too stupid to care about her. They don’t! They’re uppity little pieces of shit. …We were wealthy, but apparently far too sexual…for the pristine wilderness of Norway. The Nesheims I’ve encountered through Lacey, including her mother…are…very indifferent to reality and unattached to their kids. They’re bourgeois. But…they shouldn’t be. It’s possible that they acquired that kind of idiotic attitude from their friends.”

The woman cries.

“We weren’t expecting to have to fight the Kennedy family over social class.” says Mr. Seay.

And who helped sort it out? The Bells. They apparently are related to Billy Graham through his wife? And Lacey’s great great grandmother was a Bell. So through Ruth, Lacey is related to Billy Graham. And he used that to fight last night. Billy Graham used that to fight last night.

Zero by Electric Guest.

But shockingly…it was the pedophiles who defended Lacey thins morning. Why? Because they’re the only ones in the Illuminati with any power…who have a clue about social class other than old money.

“We kept track of things when society shifted in the mid 20th Century.” says a pedophilic friend of the British Royal Family. And that’s likely how he has so much power.

The British Royal Family might not really be pedophilic…but their only true friends became the pedophiles at some point. At least in the Illuminati. Bill Gates has had to invest in child hostage rings…and try to sanitize them as best as possible…to survive. He weeps and winces when he manages his own businesses…as he tries to genuinely help the children. Like…should they be given a chance at life through education and good childhood memories or if they want to commit suicide how can he help thugs safely and humanely euthanize the children. He’s like Amsterdam with drugs. He tries to make it less evil for the sake of the children and it started as a result of being violently bullied himself by the Illuminati as he became more powerful and rich.

That’s not Lacey’s approach to dealing with the pedophilic element in the Illuminati. Lacey just fights them tooth and nail. But…possibly people like the British Royal Family and Bill Gates work with her to help children in hostage rings. And while the pedophiles hate Lacey…they know she genuinely cares about the kids and so they respect her. And they know she genuinely cares about them and their evil insanity too. As in, she wants the kids safe and the pedophilic adults…to be given their just rewards for evil…but hopefully with the possibility of Heaven in the future.

“I don’t want to go to Heaven. I don’t deserve it.” says a pedophile.

“But that’s not your choice. You may have to go there someday long into the distant future.” says Lacey to the pedophile. “If you accept Jesus as your savior and you have to. …He might let you go to Hell for a while? But that’s between you and God.”

Why?

“Well…we tend to think we ruined the US. We should have fought the Civil War over Christmas…not slavery.” says Mrs. Seay. “It’s the culture of the impoverished north…that’s devoured the US in our eyes.”

VHS Dream by Deerhunter plays.

“After the fall of Great Britain post World War I and then post World War II when it was completed essentially, the British people were left with two options. Try to take over the world all over again to restart the British Empire or acquiesce to the new imperial power, which was the United States of America.” says former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. “And then over a horrific series of decades in the 20th Century we discovered that the pedophiles were the only ones who had ‘the power’ in the United States of America, other than people who may have been almost impossible to work with.”

Michael Rockefeller sits in the old pre fire castle. He sits with the old things. And then he lays back and looks up at the ceiling. He sighs.

VHS Dream by Deerhunter plays over again.

“What happened?” we ask ourselves as Michael kicks his foot for theatrical effect.

The song plays as we pan out and away from Michael. Michael laying on a sofa in a glorious, huge room. …Exasperated.

He sighs. He doesn’t need to defy evil. Evil is…already defeated through Christ. But human suffering is real. A tear falls down his temple. For a second we see it. Then we see the room again.

What happened?

Carolyn Kennedy walks down the streets of Manhattan in the late 1990’s. She’s high and holding JFK Jr.’s arm. She squints.

It’s repulsive. The way the photographers refuse to respect their privacy. They asked them not to be there. But the media lied and showed-up anyway.

She thought to herself, “Oh great! Now all of America is going to see me high.” She felt like crying. She calmed herself. Took a breath as deep as she could take. Panicked. …Then she closed her eyes. …It was night. She couldn’t wear sunglasses.

It took three weeks before it was evident to her and her crew that her physical state wouldn’t be detectable on film? But was that worse? Yes.

Yes it was worse. Because to her it meant that the US was impossible. Theoretically.

Watching the Kennedys on Cape Cod Carolyn felt deeply depressed. JFK Jr. sat next to her the way Lacey’s son…and ex husband sit next to Lacey. Like she’s their female warrior and leader. She didn’t like it anymore than Lacey does when her ex husband did it.

“Leading your children is good. Leading your husband is…kinda gross…as a cis, straight woman.” says Carolyn. Lacey agrees with that sentiment. “I’d be my children’s mother.” Carolyn scoffs. “I’m not John’s mother!”

“No!! I’m not attracted to Carolyn.” says Lem sincerely.

“Then why does he think I’m his mother?!?” asks Carolyn.

John turns and looks at her. He seems oddly like his father all of the sudden.

September by Sparky Deathcap plays.

JFK Jr. in the light of a Cape Cod sunset looks Irish. It scares her. In photos he looks like his mother but in person tonight at the outdoor event he looks Irish. He looks like a Kennedy. He looks like his father.

“Now, what the fuck…is he expecting me to do?” Carolyn thinks in her head. This was a part of his identity he rarely showed and when he did she always got…confused. She turned and looked ahead to the water.

And then…at that exact second…as if right on cue…they were almost always interrupted. It was abrasive. Almost like someone was or doing PR work somewhere. …But what were they covering-up?!? Not being as old money as Lacey she didn’t think to genuinely pursue that question. And not being as messed-up as Lem she wasn’t hurt and psychologically lost enough to be dumb enough to not realize it was a problem.

“It’s okay!! Eat the slugs! I’d save you but you’re a short piece of shit!” giggles Lem. “What?! People die!! Kids get hurt!! …A slug is better than your uncle or a priest!!!” says Lem, drunk. “It’s just a meal!!!” Then he stands and wanders off to go throw-up.

“NOOO!!!!” Lacey yells a blood-curdling scream. She grabs all of the children by their arms and then ties a rope around them like cattle. Then she pulls them inside.

High Road by Cults plays.

“Both methods are honest.” says Carolyn. “I didn’t realize the Kennedys had a tendency to eat slugs.” She eats a watermelon seed, crunching it between her teeth.

“Slugs are cool!” says Bobby, drunk. She’s hot. Carolyn isn’t impressed. Michael Scott did a scathing impersonation of him.

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift plays.

Bobby at 5 ft. 9 inches does a sexy dance. Drunk, his mouth hangs open. He thinks he’s a stripper. …Carolyn…isn’t…impressed. She looks away and he notices and takes it very personally. His face changes to one of rage. He pauses and stares coldly…calculating like Milton Waddams in Office Space. He mumbles.

And in 1999 Carolyn and JFK Jr. are dead.

Karma by Taylor Swift plays.

“Oh yeah, I want to fuck the little boy who’s short and ugly. Yeah right you bitch!” says Lem Billings. “I am not a pedophile! Just because I don’t want to screw you doesn’t mean I’m a pedophile, you fucking freak.” Lem says drunkenly to Ethel.

“So that must mean that Lem is in love with my son because it can’t just be that me and my son are ugly and deranged and that he doesn’t like us. No, that’s not possible! It must just be that he’s in love with my son!” thinks Ethel like an obnoxious airhead. “I’ll go tell all my friends in the media, the truth about pedophilia and my Billings!” She grins. “It’s just like Bobby! You just have to wait for them to come around to realizing how madly in love with you they are! It might take 1 million years…but then they realize that it was you all along that they were really in love with.” She thinks. “I mean that sincerely, there isn’t a day that goes by…that I don’t know for a fact that Bobby was in love with me and he never cheated and I’m totally normal and straight and my kids are all perfect. …We were the best family in the entire world! It’s not just that we’re mentally-ill or stupid. No, that’s not it at all. …It’s that Bobby was too dang perfect to live, and the American people just couldn’t handle how amazingly beautiful and fantastic our love really was.”

Bobby Kennedy Jr. is mad. Carolyn-the-hot-blond… JFK Jr. brought home was supposed to be his. Ethel nods in agreement.

The pretty ex girlfriends of JFK Jr.’s past pissed off Bobby. But Carolyn fucked JFK Jr.. He could smell it.

“They’re getting married, Bobby!” said his brother to try to explain to him how life works.

“So what?!!!” said Bobby, exasperated and enraged. “Fuck that! I can’t stand her!!”

And at that Bobby is in his Chrysler Sebring. It’s a convertible. The top is down. He races around Cape Cod with the wind blowing in his hair. “The Madcapped Irishman” is what they should call the short little handsome trollish man.

Look! There goes Bobby Kennedy!

He’s racing off to a fight! He’s racing off to go get high. He’s racing off to go get someone killed. He’s racing off to go buy something. He’s racing off to…where? To…start World War III?

“I would never start World War III!! My family are statesman of the highest order of genius and nobility. …Our understanding of ourselves and of each other in our family is such that we prevent war. We never start it.“ says Bobby Kennedy Jr. seriously. “I can’t think of one single war…we have ever started.” He gets into his Chrysler Sebring convertible and shuts the door. “You’re hilarious! My father is a good example of how our family fights the powers that be…to try to stave off war!” …Then he just darts off! Lickety split!

And that…was why when Ghislaine and Jeff walked in and with grave sincerity went, “It’s an honor and a pleasure to meet you.“ the British Royal Family took them mildly seriously as real people.

“This tea is an absolute delight!” said Ghislaine with her family’s experience in Great Britain trying to assimilate. It was…so refreshing.

The Rite of Spring by Stravinsky plays.

And the thing is…Ghislaine loved her tea. She understood tea.

“Like a normal person!” says Lacey who also loves tea. It’s not about not being loved. It’s…tea.

Ghislaine seductively drinks her tea in front of Lacey who she’s sometimes tried to claim as a sort of daughter. But…Lacey just truly dismisses it and ignores it. And Ghislaine seemingly doesn’t care. She lets Lacey go.

“Can I still drink my tea?” asks Lacey.

“Oh course!!” says Ghislaine.

The British breath a sigh of relief.

“I know I’m insane!” says Ghislaine. She laughs.

“Oh good!!!” says Lacey, breathing a sigh of relief.

Ghislaine smiles sympathetically at her.

It’s a relatively pleasant moment to the British as they drink their tea.

“It’s the funniest thing! If I had been in the company of people like this when I was legitimately having hallucinations, I might’ve just seen them as some sort of strange drug trip. He could’ve talked me out of thinking that they were real.“ says Zelda.

Stan by Eminem plays.

But Bobby dances. He dances for Cheryl. He dances with leather. He shakes his ass.

And never once do they worry where the money comes from.

“Does your family make money from the child hostage trade?“ asked the CIA in November 2022 of Bobby.

He refused to answer.

And Bill Gates decided at that to help a child die using a gun. She was losing her mind and her screams haunted him and Lacey. They could hear her screaming. She’s now in Heaven.

Because Bill Gates and Lacey can’t find every child or watch them constantly and they understand the perilous danger of helping the kids. Real perverts kidnap and sell kids and they do their best to shake down Hell. Or Lacey does. She knows that for a fact.

“I wouldn’t trust or not trust Bill Gates because things aren’t that simple.” says Lacey.

“I I just don’t see it that way I see the complication. It’s the complication of the entire equation that I can’t figure out, you know?! I I know the money that we got comes from evil. But as a Catholic born-again Christian…umm…I just I like ice cream. I like ice cream. I like pie, I like to exercise after I eat sweets. But I don’t like tea OK? Do you know what I mean?! As an American you know that we don’t drink tea because that’s some thing those stuffy anti-Irish, violent disgusting pedophilic freaks did. I’m sure that that the Irish drink tea I’ve heard that they do from Lacey. …I did not spend a lot of time in Ireland in that way! When I am there it’s on a diplomatic mission from my aunt or when Lem was in love with me when he was gay. I used to sometimes go there and get high back then. I used to say, ‘Hey, Lemmers yeah I know you’re more in love with me than you are with my uncle! You gay ass!!’ But then you know when he died after he grew-up and stopped being cool because he was a pedophile…”. He recalculates. “Because the British-To the British…that the British cared about what the world was up to was how they destroyed themselves with their evil stuffiness. And I was British you know and I’m not I’m not I’m not. I’m not a pedophile except for in a way that’s like Ghislaine but better because I’m Irish. I mean she was such an airhead British aristocrat. And the thing is I just don’t care where the money comes from as an American citizen who is not going to get involved in anything around the world like a sane rational born-again Christian… I choose to look the other way because it’s what’s better and more moral when you consider the big picture.”

He holds his hands into the air. “And you know if you were an elite liberal like me you’d understand as the CIA and the United States President and all other decent normal human beings that run my country do…that we don’t look. We don’t look to see where the money comes from. Unless if you know, Lacey is involved or someone else that…I fucking hate. …And then when she gets involved, I’m just like screw the children I don’t care if you try to threaten their lives by putting them in a bathtub, threatening to drown them to death you know go ahead threaten the children give them rabies if you have to…to try to get Lacey to understand that we don’t look for a damn good reason. …I’m too stupid to be able to understand how to make an empire work because I am Irish. And the Irish don’t drink tea. They’re hot they’re sexy they’re available you can call them 24/7… They are the tea right?! We…we are the villain we are the drama. …I mean Joe is hot…a hot name. But it’s just kind of how it be yo.

See…we don’t drink tea we don’t do that we eat sweets and sugar. And because of that sane, rational normalcy that I possess as a common man….common but with a K for Kennedy. See I can be funny. …Wheat!! …I am aware that I can’t run the world OK!?! …I’m not like some stupid Brit who did it for 1000 years. I I I am humble enough to know that I have my limits and people like Lacey don’t get that and that’s where you need to pray for them and hope that they get a clue before this world is ruined and we get 10 more pandemics because of Bill Gates.” He thinks. “And that’s why and that’s why you don’t eat sweets because they’re bad for you and you should know that.” he says seriously.

“It’s possible that a little girl was Waterboarded because of what Bobby wrote because his section of the Illuminati that does engage in child hostage trafficking chose to take what he said, as an actual directive. Lacey and Bill advocated for her to get out of the water and not be tortured and then when she turned blue because she couldn’t breath and her eyes started to glaze over they said just shoot her and so now she’s dead and in Heaven. Or that little girl who was a hostage should be dead, and in Heaven not suffocating to death or you’re going to regret it, Lacey guarantees…you will regret torturing these kids…trust me.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“What the fuck is Lacey going to do? There is no afterlife when you die; it’s just black and I for one am gonna love it!” says a liberal white, female comedian.

“Did you have to label her gender?! There is no such thing as female and male. That’s a construct as a construct of society.“ says Bobby Kennedy Jr.’s best friend.

“Yeah…that was not me a child hostage speaking through Lacey as I am right now because I’m a psychic saying that. I would never be dumb enough to think that trying to be his friend would do anything other than get me possibly tortured.” says a child hostage working in the Illuminati.

“And I suppose that’s why you think that you should be shot and not tortured you’re a little brat. I hate you. I hate how much people care about you and how they wanna screw you! I get screwed, I get screwed you fucking piece of shit.“ says Bobby Kennedy Jr. completely seriously without jest. “No I am not accepting followers. OK?! Cheryl and I are in a committed, happy, monogamous relationship. She is the sexiest woman alive. Aren’t you sweetie?! Yeah, yeah I see you babe! I see you bitch! …Oh shaking that thing ho ho ho ho it is Christmas babes! Peace out!”

Dark Red by Steve Lacy plays.

Bobby dances on a stripper pole for Cheryl. Something “sweet and bad” is about to happen in their bedroom? But it’s just for the two of them…thank God.

The song plays.

“Time to leave this scene and go get something nice to drink on the sunny day and as I say that I worry that is they in the Illuminati will try to block out the sun just to spite me for being old money.” says Lacey. “And you can’t use oil that I own to block out the sun. Because I own the oil, my family owns the oil from beginning to end. We lease the land and the oil is part of the land. Therefore, it never ceases to be my oil. At least potentially. And so that’s the funny thing, I have an enormous amount of control that you’re trying to steal from me. And that’s actually the fallen order of things that the Satanists are using. Which means that it could be the end of the world where Satan has to stop caring about the Satanists. And that’s a really tricky topic isn’t it? Because then Bobby shaking his ass in his Chrysler Sebring thinking Lem was his lover for eternity may have actually caused the end times. …Is that something that the Irish want to keep in their wheelhouse or have they truly disowned the Kennedys? Is that something that the Irish want to keep in their wheelhouse or have they truly disowned the Kennedys?” says Lacey.

“I am devastated. Why doesn’t his bitch just tell me to eat slugs! I’m gonna go kill myself I’m gonna go kill myself I’m gonna go kill myself. …Why doesn’t she love me?! I’m gonna go kill myself.“ says Bobby Kennedy Jr. seriously, rocking back and forth. “What?! She actually cares about me?! …That stupid bitch, I’m gonna have to kill her. What a fucking idiot!”

“Harvard University is saying Bobby and Mary both have bipolar-bipolar congruent personality disorder…where they’re on the borderline.” says a man from Harvard, who diagnosed Mary.

“I will fight the good fight I will fight the good fight I will fight the fight of fights for Lem’s…cock!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. seriously:

“Oh, seems like maybe Lem is s bad idea! It seems like a bad idea to me.” says Cheryl psychically in imitation of a psychologist in the Illuminati.

“But then she’ll just go be with Michael and I mean she really will…so then how is that helpful to you?“ says a liberal actress to the Kennedys.

“SHIT!!!” says a Kennedy.

“Do you think if we could get her to be with Louis and then we could run that by trying to contra his wife again to sleep with him that that would work?” asks another Kennedy.

“And it’s funny how I have never stopped for a second to wonder why these people are so obsessed with Lacey.” says Bill Gates.

“Why can’t you guys just leave her alone; it is weird?” asks a perfume hater.

“Because she slept with Mr. Blue and his wife is devastated because she still is in love with him; we’re positive she still in love with him.” says the Kennedys.

More later.

“So when I heard from Putin just five minutes ago as your president that umm…we might end up being blown to bits. Blown to bits isn’t that a funny way to put it?!? …And he said, ‘Stop trying to suffocate Lacey, or I am probably going to have to in the world!’ and I thought well who’s been fucking who right?” He looks serious. “And then I thought to myself OK. They could just kill me, but they don’t want to that’s fine because then they would have to kill a lot of other people too because there’s sort of a lot of people that are causing problems right now.”

Lacey is forced to try to try to work with Satanists as a Christian to be able to breath.

“The problem is that Jack is unhappy with reality and Bobby is unhappy with reality.” says a stage mom.

“So they’re in love with Lem?” asks a pedophile who may want to kill Lacey.

“No! We are a wealthy Irish nation within the nation.” says the stage mom.

“And what’s your beef with Lacey?” asks the pedophile.

“You’re a pedophile! Ewww!!!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“Why are you bringing that up?!” asks the pedophile.

She glares at him. “Come on! We both know what happens! She’s your new pedophilic ring leader. And I’m not an elite pervert like her!” the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“And that’s your beef with her?!” asks the pedophile.

The Kennedy Family stage mom looks to be nodding in the affirmative.

“No, she’s not one of us in that way.” says the pedophile laughing.

And at that the Kennedy Family stage mom is visibly diminished. She shakes in a rage.

“Nahhh!! That bitch is a whore…or a pedophile!!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom. “And them Billings need to stay away! from my sons!!”

The pedophile controls himself. He smiles politely. “Why is you playing like that?!”

“Huh??” asks the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“I said…you…are operating under a misconception.” says the pedophile.

She looks panicked. She looks increasingly panicked. “Why?! Why?! I signed all the paperwork?!”

“You signed…the…paperwork. But see…you gotta learn how to get the proper representation in the game.” says the pedophile.

The Kennedy Family stage mom takes a deep, natural breath despite her evil and hefty frame. She places her hands on her slightly possible hips. Her frizzy short hair waves in the wind. “I need sex!” she says finally.

The pedophile takes a deep breath. “From me?!”

The Kennedys cheer.

“Woohoo! See! We came to play!!!” yells Bobby.

The Kennedy Family stage mom nods in the affirmative. She laughs. “I know I be ugly!” she says.

“Did it! Done!” smiles the black male pedophile.

And in a few minutes she’s been fucked by him. She looks baffled.

“Shit!!! I was really fucked!” she says with a bitter contented smile.

“See! Now you done signed the papers m’am.” says the pedophile.

“What happens next?!” the Kennedy stage mom asks stupidly.

“You just need to let us work with you. Your kids are ours.” says the pedophile.

“So…Bobby and Bobby…and Joe and Joe and Joe and Joe…and all the others?” asks the Kennedy Family stage mom of the pedophile.

“We won’t play favorites. Jack. Kick. Ethel. All of ‘em.” says the pedophile. “The kids will be left alone in honor of Gideon.”

“That’s not okay! Those kids will feel left out!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“We know. We’re leaving them out on purpose. In Christ’s name we pray to leave them out.” says the pedophile.

The Kennedy family stage mom looks upset. She hems and haws. She shuffles her feet.

“Well there goes lab grown diamonds.” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“Nah! See we still use them. They just not real. If they real…then Lacey…has a crazy rich jewelry collection. And you don’t want that. Right??” asks the pedophile.

“Fine! I’ll work with you!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom. “Okay.”

The woman walks back to the Kennedy’s compound like the one at Waco ran by David Koresh. She saddles on up to the ranch. Moseys up to ‘the great one’, Joe Kennedy Sr..

“Hey boss!” says the woman.

Joe Kennedy Sr. looks disturbed. He’s shaking.

Dream On by Arrowsmith plays.

“I feel…myself. Right?” she says laughing.

He laughs.

“Let’s get down to brass tacks.” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Bennetar plays.

“Your kids are sex slaves now.” says the Kennedy Family stage mom. “It’s only the current children in 2023 and going forward who aren’t for now.”

“They’re adults!” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

“So what! It’s all an illusion anyway!” yells the Kennedy Family stage mom. “Yes! Everyone you brought into this world up to your actual children in the family are available 24/7 for pedophilic sex where they play the child or are the child.”

“They will fight back and make the other adult the victim!” says Joe Kennedy Sr. sincerely.

“But Jack did that and got shot. And I just kinda think we need a new angle.” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“What’s the angle?!” asks Joe Kennedy Sr..

She gets ready to level with him. “You’re not cool anymore.” Their eyes meet.

“Huh! You think I care?!” asks Joe Kennedy Sr..

The Kennedy Family stage mom looks ready to walk. She throws her hands in the air.

“Noo!!” says J. P. Kennedy.

“Look! They’re adults. Right?!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“Except they are!” says Joe upset.

“Yeah! But they’re dead?” says the Kennedy Family stage mom. “And they’re old!” She smiles nodding. “Don’t worry!” She grins. “You’re in good hands!” she says reassuringly.

“They already have sex with pedophiles!” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

“Yeah, but Joe…this is business. You gotta keep your eye on the ball!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

Joe Kennedy Sr. looks nonplussed.

“See and they don’t even get any spiritual kickbacks. They just get used. So it’s fine! You All get to be cool again and yet you don’t pervert yourselves. You’re like actual children.” says the Kennedy Family stage mom. “Except you don’t steal the pervert’s spiritual power because you’re adults. Of course…you’re not giving them kids. But…there’s a market for it. Some pedophiles want a child…but…not child. Like…children aren’t able to drink as much. Or drive cars. Because they’re children. So if you’re busy but too tired to cook you can hire a Kennedy-Kid to be your fastest food pedophilic fuck. And then there’s the morality angle. There are plenty of super moral Christian people who don’t want to be seen as pedophiles. Those people don’t care if you confront them and out them anymore as much but it’s an image issue in public. And we offer them a creative solution! There’s no public scorn. Bobby can sound convincingly childish and annoying and heck I’ve even seen him throw tantrums. But he’s not a child! So…everyone wins!!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom.

“Was this brought on because I hurt Lacey, she’s been called a pedophile or because Jack might have molested Lem? Or because Lem was called a pedophilic monster and isn’t one or-“ asks Joe Kennedy Sr. in a panic.

The Kennedy Family stage mom raises her hand. “Don’t you fret!”

“Don’t I fret!?! I’m worried about my kids!” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

“Then why did you hire me?!??” the Kennedy Family stage mom balks.

“To win.” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

“That’s what this is!!!” she says joyfully.

More later.

The lyrics to the song Sexy Fuck go “Sexy fuck, sexy fuck!” for a total of 3:40 minutes and seconds. It’s set to a bootleg version of Baby Got Back.

“See…Bobby wants to be US President!” says the Kennedy Family stage mom. “He’s got it in ‘em!”

Bobby has surgery in the afterlife for his burns. The Kennedy Family stage mom stands outside of his hospital room.

“You know…I’m not too worried about him! He’s a real little rascal!” She laughs. “But…”. She shrugs. “I know…somewhere in his heart of hearts…he’s just crying out for love. And I’m going to be the one…who shows him…that we can be special. We are all beautiful! We are all happy in our own ways! And his joy, his life…is what I look forward to when I’m waking-up every morning. His light…is my favorite thing to watch.”

“Aren’t you worried it’s wrong?” asks Lacey.

“Mmm…” she says as she shrugs. “I worry. But I also know he’s in need of help.”