Confusion For The Dumpling Ducks

“Who are the dumpling ducks? Wobbly’s Cool Crew.” says a dead woman in Minnesota.

“If there is an Illuminati I would like to shoot Bobby, full of so much heroin and cocaine in his arm, or his leg, or his neck, or his face that he goes in to seizures for hours, and then chokes on his own blood and dies. And if he would like to kill himself with a rope in a barn or overdose on methadone after karaoke and find out for himself that I’d like to strangle him to death for hours for eternity over and over…I welcome him to.” says Lem. “There is so much I’ve tried to say to Lacey that you have cut off because you think you know better and you don’t! You really don’t!” shrieks Lem.

“Is your voice high-pitched-in-effeminate Lem?” asks a dead man in Duluth who was gay in the 1890s.

“No, that was not my real voice. And that should have been obvious to everyone.” says Lem.

“His voice really does sound fake you guys! See…if you listen to it, he sounds like he’s fake. I am her neighbor and I do die. Plot twist! Not for like another 40 or 50 years but I do die. And no it’s him. It really is dumb. I just wanted to interject that because it was so irritating to me. It sounds fake! And I don’t get how you guys don’t know! Really, it sounds fake!” says Lacey’s neighbor.

The boyfriend of Lacey‘s female neighbor nods his head an agreement. I too listened to Lem and watched his recordings and feel that it’s not totally obvious and it’s somewhat subtle, but there is there is a weird quality to it where it does seem contrived. And it shouldn’t be such a stretch of people’s imagination to think that what she’s saying on this blog might be objective fact and something they should listen to for their own good and well-being.

“That being said those are just Minnesotans and what do we know right?! No, we’re just hillbillies of the Midwest so let’s look at my house because it really is beautiful. I had a gorgeous house!” says a dead woman from Duluth, Minnesota.

“How much is your house worth now?” asks Lacey’s former father-in-law.

“Oh I don’t know $2 million maybe? $3 or $4 million? I don’t know.” she says carelessly.

“Lacey threw a $6000 ring down the drain in the upstairs toilet in 2011. that’s how much it cost then. The ring you’re seeing now was thrown in the Pacific Ocean. That ring was purchased for about four or $5000 maybe a little more. The first one was from Ireland from Weir & Sons. When I saw her husband they stayed at our house quite a few times I mean it was quite a few times over the years and if you’re wondering why they haven’t stayed there since it’s because they have kids and it’s a bed-and-breakfast. Then her husband bought her a pair of $2000 diamond drop earrings on Valentine’s Day because he hadn’t purchased her anything else and it was pathetic the way he purchased them. And it broke her heart, because it was forced, it was like a duty to him and there was no thought or love in it, other than respect for her in a way. Not respect for how much she could love her or how much she needed to be loved but more respect for her in a very old-fashioned way, which is not meaningless it’s just not what she really wanted out of marriage or out of life. And those ended-up in a garbage disposal in St Paul and I thought that was glorious. There were four rings that were throwing over a balcony and St Paul that combined cost may be four or $5000. A diamond for $2500 was found by a homeless woman and her family and they thought they had really lucked out. But there were many other pieces that were thrown out windows, over balconies, in the ocean, down toilets and in gutters literally all over the world and I cheered. I cheered it on. I started to see it as a moment of triumph in her life over evil. Her husband was never going to love her the way that she needed and now she sees that and I saw that way back in 2010 when I suggested she buy sapphire ring. There were a lot of men just like that in 1800s who sewed wild oats and like her ex-husband and then they were faithful after they married. It was very common. There were lots of prostitutes and loose women, especially in the upper class. It happened, and they really were fairly faithful if not completely after marriage. That’s the reason people think that that’s a thing because it was a thing.

But that’s not at all what she was trying to do. She was trying to find love in a day and age when people just hook up and then hang out and they’re friends for five years and then they break-up and at some point, they’re in love. Or magically somehow they’re in love and she can’t figure out how that even happens because the men are so shy or they’re so cold, and the women are so bossy and bitchy and they practically try to kill her and then they get together and in fall in love, and they seem happy.

I watched. She really has thrown away oh I don’t even know $60 or $70,000 worth of jewelry. Your fucking $400 piece of shit you dumb bitch was never going to impress her! So go choke on your sad little ego, you murderer.

She could’ve purchased a $60,000 emerald in London but her husband just wouldn’t have it. He just wouldn’t stand for it! And that’s who she lives with daily. And you were trying to steal him from her because you are a dumb little bitch who thinks that you’re so hot! No, you’re not. You just try desperately hard and hope that no one notices what’s wrong with you because they’re blind or something.

So I’m going to advocate for her to get the exact sapphire that she wants even if even as she feels so she could vomit this morning and she has a tooth that was pulled because she got braces and you threw her down the stairs and caused a root canal and now a missing tooth because you do know somewhere instinctively that killing her would be dangerous, but keeping her alive and torturing her is far more profitable in your little pyramid scheme against yourself. Should her father and I just let you wither on the vine, and then die and go to a horrible place in Purgatory or Hell or should we keep preaching to you even though it’s horribly old-fashioned and archaic and pedantic to the gorgeous elite minds that I am speaking to at this sad moment in their busy lives?

Oh you don’t believe in Jesus oh my apologies forgive me. He is a white American man who is very out of style. I’ve forgotten! Why he went out with Sears don’t you know? You don’t know, you’re not dead yet and for all you know he really is the Son of God and the only way to Heaven, despite what all the cool kids say. And no I’m not hurt by that you are or you want me to be because you don’t wanna process what I’m saying and that makes you stupid and I tell you that to try to help you. You’re not going to get some stupid sappy little love story about Christ from her. I’m sorry! Maybe this is why you don’t bother people who are minding their own damn business.” she says.

“You know Purgatory really doesn’t sound that bad. So I am a little lost as to how Lacey’s God who is somewhat Episcopalian and Catholic and conservative but not hateful is hateful? Would it really be the end of the world if he was actually the only god? No, no it wouldn’t be.

And then I guess I have no idea why people are so hateful towards people like her and that’s where I start getting on board with the Rockefellers if this is the Illuminati and I really do start wondering what’s going on. Because to be honest with you, it does seem to have 80 to 90% of a social war on the upper class attached to it and this is where I can be a little helpful. Because if Lacey was married to Lem, he knows that he was married to her because he’s dead. Or if he if he wasn’t married to her, but he really should have been, and she was married to Michael he knows that he’s dead. There is no proof Lem was gay and even if he was, you could construe it away to where he wasn’t he really wasn’t because that’s how things work. See, that’s literature. That’s reality. And that is psychology and things really are that complicated.

There are people reading this blog who think she’s like Nicole Brown Simpson, but worse because she is still alive and you people just won’t let it go. In a way, you can say O.J. Simpson is no different than Jack Kennedy. Both men were heroes in their day and highly respected. But you don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. You don’t know it’s entirely possible that Lem was a battered wife, his entire life, and he really didn’t understand what was going on with his own orientation.

And no I don’t mean he was sexually fluid I mean he could’ve really been straight because men back then didn’t just fuck around and Lacey would’ve loved that and ironically, they may have conceived a child weeks within first knowing each other, and then led a happy life but you don’t see that anymore either. People were different. You have to respect that on a scientific level. I’m sorry.

It’s possible that there are very few men for her to marry now, I don’t know. We’ll see. And maybe she really was toast when this one didn’t work out.

It’s possible that that man in New York, who died in 9/11, was one of the very few men who really were capable of loving her, and then he died. It’s it fits together too damn well. Because he was an old soul according to his coworkers, very deep very sensitive very intelligent and oh that’s just a coincidence? I think not! I think not.

Anyway, the point is for now we’re discussing these intricate details of her personal life on a blog because if there’s an Illuminati they decided it was really cool and badass to be mean girls to the Schiebel who thought she was special. The little stuffy, stupid bitch, who threatened their egos. But that’s not even who she is or was. No, she’s not stuffy, she’s not a bitch…she just threatens your egos.

And people today really it’s frightening to watch how dumb they are even in the Illuminati.” says an Englishman.

“No there’s no explanation!” says Wobbly cutting him off thinking they’re doing Lem a favor.

“Let’s let Lem or Lamb or Lame as you call him when he’s claiming he was answer for himself.” says an English man.

“Don’t you understand?! I’m doing this for my family!” Wobbly says like he believes he’s a battered Irishman of the 1800’s. “He’s dead so he can’t speak for himself, and I’m his only voice! …That’s what he’d want me to be. I carried him to his grave…I have his papers…he was in love with me…and that’s recorded history.” says Wobbly with pleading solemnity.

“Actually, it’s not recorded history at all. It might just be spin. And I think he can answer for himself. If we’re having this conversation telepathically…she’s not an idiot and neither am I.” he says. “He can communicate!”

Wobbly scoffs like he’s a hero in a movie, “You know it’s funny how you fall for this bullshit…but I can explain to you how she’s full of it…if you just give me five seconds practically, but this is why they end up messing with her every day-“ says Wobbly.

“Is another one of my kids going to end up in the ER for this conversation too?” asks Lem, interrupting him.

“Wow! You’re an ass! …I was gonna say that I was going to say that that’s why I can speak for Lem. Whoever you are…it’s because I hear things that Lem says and I know when you’re having sex Lem, if that’s you. I’m basically just you by now. We sleep together! I am passionately in love with you and I’m a grown man now and I’m really hot and I have absolutely no idea why you didn’t notice me, were you blind? Because I was so fucking hot” says Wobbly trying to be shocking. “But…let’s be honest. We are hooking up.”

“I can speak for myself! You hear me because you have psychics that you’re working with and you dabble in that yourself but that doesn’t mean you are me or that I’m anywhere near you including in your heart, you piece of shit!” says Lem. “I’m not sleeping with anyone but Lacey.”

“I can’t believe him! No. No, I mean a gentleman he was. And he was a wonderful man and I have no idea why he would say that so that’s not Lem. My Lem is a saint not some asshole, who would call me a piece of shit. Please! No, he would never even use the word shit because he never swore.” says Wobbly seriously.

“Yes, there’s an explanation for everything.” says Lem to an Englishman.

“Everything? Like…literally everything?!?” asks wobbly totally in shock. “I doubt that!”

“Why are you talking to me?! And what in the world would there be no explanation for? Wobbly, what would there be? I am lost.” says Lem. “The only thing that you could be trying to say is that I molested you, but if I didn’t molest you at all, what would there possibly be that I couldn’t explain? Nothing! Wobbly, you were never in a relationship with me…and we have no intimate rapport you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Isn’t that something?! Just because he thinks that I don’t know… Whoever you are, no it wasn’t me…but I was there…and I watched and I I’m not an idiot. I know everything about relationships! …I mean I’m sorry that sounds stupid but I’m I’m being interpreted through an asshole OK? …I’m not this much of an asshole. I’m not this dumb.” says Wobbly. “So..fess-up! Or I apologize if we’re bothering you. She’s just a shit peasant, buddy!”

“Wow! You’re a genius! …No, that’s insane. I was never in a relationship with you. I was in a fake relationship with your uncle you’re not your uncle.” says Lem. “You don’t want to hear the truth. You’re as delusional as both your supposed parents on a bad day.”

“Whoever you are, in a way I am you….because I can intuit ghosts. I speak on his behalf, and then I know that I was in a relationship with you, because I am able to channeled Jack…and then I know I was in a relationship with you.” says Wobbly. “I can channel both of you at once and figure out what happened! It’s really nifty!”

“So you think you can see Jack’s actual perspective by channeling him?!?” says Lem.

“Yeah, that’s what psychics do! Lame…they can be anyone that they want to be because that’s that’s just that’s just how it works…and if you don’t know that you’re probably a demon.” says Wobbly. “Or a sad figment of her imagination.”

“No you can sense people’s hearts towards you and if they love you, you can sense that…and sometimes you can be empathetic and understand where they’re coming from…but actually being somebody else and seeing their perspective from their perspective is impossible. No…the only person who can do that is God.” says Lacey. “He could help you experience that when you’re dead like watching a movie but it never becomes who you are and you never experience it as they did fully. I mean you can you can probably get close to it if you need to for some reason and God can help you, but then that’s a therapeutic process that’s not actually becoming that person. And what you’re describing sounds like the narcissistic ranting and ravings of a lunatic and there are a lot of people like that now who are New Age.“ explains Lacey.

“See we talked about this Wobbly. It was that maybe you’re actually sensing Jack’s delusion and that a demon is tricking you into thinking that it’s more real than it is. So it’s like you’re seeing Jack’s perspective but Jack’s perspective is delusional to begin with.

When Biden was in England, he greeted the troops inappropriately. Because you’re so threatened by Lacey…and then you think you know Jack’s perspective? It’s getting ridiculous and this whole thing is over petty stupid shit and you’re wrong about all of it.

You’re not able to become your uncle. You’re sensing his delusion…and then it seems real to you because you’re vulnerable potentially to the same demons that he was. The exact same demons that tricked him into narcissistic delusions where he thought things were happening that weren’t really happening based on his narcissism are harassing you.

But then that that’s that’s the thing Bobby that means that you’re believing a narcissistic delusion so it’s a delusion. A delusion. So that means it’s not real and then that means that you don’t really know what happened because Lem is right you’re not him and you’re not your uncle, no you’re you and you’re not them.” says an Illuminati psychic.

“But this is serious because we can’t talk to her about what’s really going on. She’s too stupid. She didn’t finish college. So if we told her what we were really worried about it would go over her head as if I was talking to a little girl because she’s an idiot. And so we talk about petty stuff because that’s the only thing that her fevered female brain is able to understand considering how pretty and lowly she is intellectually because of her beauty.” says Wobbly in full disclosure. “I know it sounds misogynistic, but once a woman is as beautiful as she is and a sexy and game to have sex she’s an idiot. Truly…it’s just science. There are no women that would put out who are that hot and that beautiful who are smart because they always are after money and that’s why I thought maybe she was after money because she’s she says she’s smart and then I’m like well then you must be a horrific person and not just like a normal person.” says Wobbly.

“OK so what is a normal bitch gold digger do?” asks a female Millennial.

“I mean I’m a good example. See like, I’m willing to go work in the fields like the men and like do better than them. And you’re not really a woman and you’re a whore and I should probably just kill you because that’s the godly thing to do if you’re not gonna participate in the game.” says Casi, high.

“OK so what if she dies in the process of trying to outperform men?” asks Lem.

“Yay! Then that’s good and I would never experience that because that’s impossible.” says Casi.

“Why is that impossible?!” asks a Dylan.

“Because women are equal to men. I thought in a lifetime movie when I was 12 it was evident…and it impacted me to understand that was reality when I saw it. And…and there’s no way I’ll ever change my mind…because you’re not God and you can’t tell me what to do because you’re not my mom.” says Casi.

“This is what I live for! It’s moments…like those moments of healing where we see the truth in our craziest notions and we realize that we should just…umm…kill Lacey.” says Mr. Blue, high too.

“Why are we killing Lacey?” asks Michael.

“Because if she’s not a field player, then she’s better than me and that makes me mad.” says Mr. Blue.

“I would actually rather screw you…than her.” says Wobbly to Mr. Blue.

“I know!! And yet…then I don’t like you anymore.” says Mr. Blue.

“Why!?” asks Wobbly, becoming serious.

“Fuck! …Because you’re short and she wants that stuff like said…that I’ll cause…I’m saying it because she’s a bitch.” says Mr. Blue. “I don’t see height!”

“No…I know! Unless if you pointed out…it’s really…no one notices it.” says Wobbly. He shrugs.

“You know she’s not really better than us!! And I love how when we work together we’re obviously better than her…otherwise her daughter would have ended up in the hospital last night! And even if we don’t go to Hell I just think it’s funny to hurt her. I just think it’s hilarious. You know? Because it’s not fair that were beneath her. It doesn’t make any sense.” says Mr. Blue. He seems upset.

“I know! I mean…it’s like those movies where you meet someone and they’re just like ‘I’m amazing!’ and then you’re like ‘No, not really!’ because they make you feel so bad about yourself. …And you just think…’I’m a victim!’ and then you have to sort of redeem the story in your head, using the truth. …Bill Gates is controlling me right now…and that’s part of the reason I’m being so honest…but I’ve done that with him…and it’s amazing how many people have taken up the cause of destroying him and torturing him and his mind.” says Wobbly. He giggles. “See…he’s had to take sedatives for years…because of how much people hate him and I just think, ‘Wow, you know, there is a God!’” says Wobbly.

“I just made her husband be extremely mean to her in the way that I’ve been obsessively studying him for the last seven years to try to get her to leave her marriage!” says Mr. Blue. “Gee! Gee…wasn’t that nice of me?” says Mr. Blue. He laughs open-mouthed.

“Yeah, I know! I’m hoping she’ll either kill herself or kill herself and her kids or just suck my dick!” laughs Wobbly. “So…so I don’t give a shit!” He laughs. “I just like you. We are friends. And I really can’t stand humanity…and I think I’m god.”

“Oh my God! Honey, don’t say that! Honey someone might kill you!! …And hear me: I’m madly in love with you. I’d suck your dick right now! I can pretend to hate you. I’ve done that the last five years every night I pretend to be mean but then I suck your dick and I wear glasses and I’ll do it puppy. I’ll do it.” says a Cherlyn to Wobbly.

An Obama looks upset.

“This is so funny! I love making fun of her. We are so hilarious. It’s so obvious this isn’t us. I would never do this much of a ‘loser’ and everyone knows it. And if they don’t, then they’re just misinformed and that’s OK.” says Wobbly.

Later.

“Lacey is now fine with her ex-husband. She just has nausea and may need another stronger antibiotic that could wipe out anthrax again.” says Lem.

“Lem do you care that Lacey doesn’t know that you love her?” asks a psychic.

“No, no I do not care one iota! I care but I don’t care in the sense that it changes my perspective on how I feel about her or how much her love means to me. It’s just it’s like what I keep saying. She’s mine, she belongs to me and that’s the end of the story.” says Lem.

“So if there is an Illuminati then really, it’s almost like we are tearing apart the fabric of the cosmos to make you gay and yet if we could make you gay if we made you gay and then turned you in to someone else, and then she ended-up married to Michael or Louis or Harold…oh, well that could that happen. Or not?” asks an actor.

“No because I’m not going to be gay, it’s impossible. See that’s part of the problem. She gets the sense that I’m not gay, but that I’m Lem. And then, in an attempt to be kind and loving in a real way as a Christian, she thinks, ‘Well…maybe he was bisexual.’ And then she thinks, ‘If this is Lem there’s no way that he’s gay!’ and she’s right. I definitely do not seem gay.

You’ve captured shred of my desire for her on film.” says Lem.

“Will they prescribe her that antibiotic or does she have to have to argue with them to get them to do it and I bet they’re extremely condescending to her?” asks a perfume hater.

“Yeah! It’s it’s to save her life and yet she’ll have to argue with them. Millennials.” says Lem.

“Would you cheat with me or not seriously?” asks Casi.

“No, no there are some men that Lacey notices who have blue eyes, but she doesn’t find them attractive. You do have nice breasts, but no I wouldn’t even be interested in you if Lacey and I were switched and I was able to talk to you in a living body.” says Lem to Casi.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” says Casi. “And I hear like the exact answer of what you’re saying…it’s like I like nice breasts! But your face! And I thank you…but they’re not really like your style. So even though I’m a woman and I have nice breasts does it mean you’re just gonna like I wanna fuck me? Non! …I probably couldn’t even get you to have a hard-on even though technically you looked…and you think, ‘Yeah, they’re nice breasts.’

But that that just that makes sense to me!“ says Casi.

“Let me see if I can guess. And you’re right that I couldn’t get aroused by you. I couldn’t.” says Lem. “You find me a

“Yeah, I’m claiming that.” says Casi.

“That’s too bad. It’s not mutual.” says Lem.

“Why doesn’t her husband just got a $300,000 job or $400,000? Why does he just stay at his what I don’t know $150,000 job? Why…what does he do that I don’t get it.” says the pencil skirt wearing perfume hater.

“So he can just work from home and watch Wimbledon and make eggs and roast coffee and have a bonfire and take her out to coffee or out to lunch and spend an hour. Take the kids for a bike ride and get all of his work done.” says a man. “And yeah he’s still making a fairly decent salary and they’ll probably inherit a few million or something and so he’s just like I can see if I have a few million but heard a few million we could live in a $2 million house but what is the point? My kids are learning to be humble for sending them to go to schools, so what if they don’t have a boat in their backyard it’s fine.”

“I’m not jealous!” says Mr. Blue.

“No, we smoke together sometimes we have for years and no I’ve never come out as being queer if I am, and it’s plausible that we do have some sort of inner…core…that we haven’t consciously even acknowledged to ourselves. I don’t know.” says Wobbly.

Where? In New York or sometimes at peoples houses?” says Mr. Blue.

“We’re not in a relationship.” they literally say at the same time telepathically. They laugh.

A moment passes.

“Just…a sense.” says Wobbly.

“That’s interesting because it’s a lie and I’m not interested either but I’m not surprised if this is real at all to hear you say that.” says Mr. Blue. “So you’re spiritually sensing it, whether you realize it or not.” Mr. Blue thinks. “See..and you’re either sensing a demon or you’re sensing it with someone else who’s dead and is either feeling themselves and projecting that onto me and his husband or they think that we’re feeling ourselves too?”

“You were hurt by Lacey for reasons of social class. And that may be a very tender issue for you. The problem is though…she can’t protect you from getting hurt in that way. Neither can I. I’m sorry.” says Wobbly.

A moment passes.

“Yes or no.” says Mr. Blue.

Silence.

“You got hurt because you started thinking oh I feel stupid for trusting her. But if you came into her house and if she had the house that she should have had and you fawned over everything rightfully. …And then you went too far in offering something or asking for something or you said something too familiar and she acted cold and put out…which she would. Then you would feel just as hurt in the same way. …Because she can’t be nice to you. In that moment you really are being offensive. It’s not just that, ‘Oh I’m embarrassing myself because I am poor. No, you’re being annoying. And it’s not that you’re being you know this heinous person necessarily. No it it’s just you’re being annoying! And and so you’re sending up red flags and she’s going to come on to you. No…she’s going to react like a normal person.“ says Wobbly

“Why were you offended?! And why did you think she was lying if I came into it this somehow lying?” asks Mr. Blue.

“What is an expensive house to you?” asks Wobbly.

“$700,000 is when I think things are starting to get expensive.” says Mr. Blue.

“OK we’re good.” says Wobbly laughing.

“So you heard like a disembodied voice that was like a real voice?” asks Mr. Blue.

“I’m pretty sure I heard some man yell ‘Mike’ and I can’t guarantee it but if I heard Lem yell Mike and then my wife stopped screaming then it’s that simple. So…yeah I have a feeling that he was trying to get Mike to help him. I still think they’re gay. …I don’t that that negates the reality that we discussed. …I just think things are complicated.” says Wobbly.

“As you wish, Sir Brave.” says Mr. Blue.

“I am an amazing metropolis! But it’s it gets wobbly and gets you know…difficult to sort through at that point.” says Wobbly.

“Those might not be arbitrary distinctions. I’m tempted to say that they are but I’m going to be careful…because I wonder if you’re actually just accurate.” says Mr. Blue.

“That’s right!” says Wobbly.

“Ha ha that’s funny! OK that makes sense.” says Mr. Blue.

Later.

“Yeah. I mean it’s not like a huge-I would be shocked anyway if it irritates me.” says Wobbly.

“Too bad I just didn’t think to ask?” asks Mr. Blue.

“No you just didn’t think to ask! No it just slipped your mind but he’s like isn’t he. He’s very smart but now he doesn’t understand and that’s not like him to think of things like that.” says Wobbly.

“I know, and that’s part of what I was trying to show off with my ring. It was just how thoughtful and pretty it was. How much it sparkles. And yet I’ve noticed that your diamonds don’t sparkle.” says Mr. Blue.

“I might not prefer sparkly diamonds but in a way I like them to sparkle, but maybe not quite that much because to me, that’s dangerous and it attracts way too much attention.” says Wobbly. “But oh no and that’s great but that’s not what you were doing. No the way that you would be mean. No it’s not good to be that mean…and the way that you were flashing? It was so crass! It was such a class statement and then you didn’t say anything to indicate that it had anything to do with how much I loved you.”

“See…you really are just that impervious to my insults! So…so if I was just like, ‘He loves me I’m happy and you’re not go kill yourself!’ Then you’ll be like, ‘Hell no, that’s ridiculous and I don’t even want to. I’m just happy for you. Congratulations.’” says Mr. Blue. “No you don’t get jealous first. ”

“No, I don’t think I do get jealous. No, not really. As far as love and all that…it has nothing to do with you. It literally has absolutely nothing to do with you, so why would I hold it against you? Why wouldn’t I just be happy for you!? I don’t get why were in competition, it doesn’t even make any sense to me because you’ve had a totally different life. You sound like a babbling idiot compared to me when I talk about things of finance or social class and you may or may not be that dumb. And if you’re not that dumb, you clearly weren’t raised very well as much as you like to brag about that, but by the same token, I might not be entirely to blame for the fact that no one loves me.“ says Wobbly.

“What would you’ve done if I had defended you in your mind??” asks Mr. Blue.

“ I would’ve thought she was an asshole who didn’t give a fuck about anyone.” says Wobbly.

“Why?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Just out of respect for the effort that I’m putting in and the time and money that I was putting in to try to do what I was doing?” asks Wobbly.

Later.

“Just to clear the air. There are two different camps of white supremacists.” says Wobbly.

“Yes?” says Mr. Blue.

“There are white supremacists, who believe that African-Americans should be treated with respect. Not as equals but not like dogs or vermin. ” he says.

“And other faction is extraordinarily violent.” says Mr. Blue.

“So they do want then?” asks Wobbly.

“Hello Michael, I can see why you just wanted to talk about sex yesterday. There is a lot of sense in that it makes sense.” says Mr. Blue flirting.

“Why are there no Republicans on sex?” asks Wobbly.

More later.

“Just really quickly…you don’t even hate me. You just find me irritating for very high minded reasons! And so you probably don’t have the same taste as I do. So, we just don’t have that much in common, even if we have some things in common. And I just want to ask are you a Trump supporter or not?” asks Wobbly.

“I tolerate certain things to appoint, and then they start to irritate me as they do. Does that answer your question?” he says.

More later

“Would George Campbell the character have actually asked you out Lacey if you were in New York in a bar with him we have asked you out?” asks Wobbly.

“I think if I’m being honest, he might’ve thought he was too tall. I was extremely beautiful and he might’ve thought that I was a little out of his league. That being said if he was in the right mood, and I sat next to him on a plane, he probably would’ve made a move on me like laid a hand on my leg or asked if I wanted to go get a drink after the flight but it’s funny if I was in a bar I don’t think you would’ve necessarily approached me.” says Lacey.

“Do you think Paul and George combined or like Lem or no?” asks Wobbly.

“No.” says Lacey.

“So you think George Campbell would’ve laid it a hand on your leg if you sat next to him on a plane?” asks Smobbly.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry that’s weird to you?” says Lacey in confusion.

“So he comes onto her very aggressively, and then he’s faithful, even though he expects her to sleep with him probably fairly quickly.” says Wobbly in confusion.

“I don’t think that’s that aggressive. It’s not like they’re making out. No, it’s just a way of showing her that he’s genuinely very serious about her.” says an actress.

“Is it the passion that shocks you two?! …If you brought her over I would’ve slept with her the first night you brought her over…and you never even would have known it. No you would’ve just thought, ‘Okay…well that’s weird! I guess she just disappeared!’ You boys were so careless.” says Lem.

More later.

“OK so Lem’s been sleeping with you and they’re like sold on it? This is awesome! Lover, what happens in that process of making love?“ wonders Mr. Blue.

“I make them unbelievably happy and make their bodies re-emerge. They feel amazing. Their minds and wills are amazing and it’s sure to bless the entire group. I can make money if I have this good of sex, guaranteed! And almost whenever I want. It’s that good of a deal because I can just have sex anywhere. No gimmicks, maybe one or two fights but they provoke. I know! …And yeah I’m reasonable. I’m not nuts. I mean if you’re really an actress…I’m not nuts. I might be brilliant, but I’m not nuts.” says Wobbly.

“But with me, you know, I don’t think his partner would’ve been a problem. If he really was straight, the problem would be ever meeting him in the first place. And just getting my foot in the door to speak because I don’t do the whole witty banter thing. I don’t. No, it’s just obnoxious to me. The thing is, he’s not a real person he’s a character to me.“ says Mr. Blue.

Later.

“Carrie is not like Carrie on the show and I’m not that much like George so answer is no. And if Lacey dies even a day too early, you’re going to regret it. No, you’re going to regret that you ever dared to breathe and if this is Wobbly that I’m talking to and I’m gonna start calling you, Fred Fred Mummsy. Mr. Mummsy, Freddie boy, Darling Mums…I wish if I’m discussing things with you in such a shocking, telepathic matter…that I had taken your head and twisted it off of your little skinny scrawny, white body when I had the chance. Just wrapped my hands around your head, tied you to a chair and then slowly twisted your head off like you were made of clay.

And then I would take your special-needs uncle, with all of his special needs, and literally slice off his dick using a shark, just let the shark bite his dick off, and then I would let him bleed to death through whatever was left and knowing him that would take about five minutes at most maybe a couple seconds so that wouldn’t be too satisfying. I might just rip his head off as well come to think of it, but I wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me touching him.” says Lem.

“Why are you guys so smug about being more non-binary than Lacey because that’s really all Gen. X is. You guys are just all slightly more nonbinary than Lacey and Lem.“ asks a Ché.

“You know, do you guys read her blog or do you just listen to what you think she is saying? I’m just curious. Like everything she writes about social class? Like do you guys read any of it or do you literally just try to telepathically have these conversations?” asks a perfume hater.

“We read her blog to some extent, but not much.” says a woman.

“Do you realize how little you’re understanding of what she’s probably trying to say?” asks someone.

“Ah no, no no I don’t think that they probably do.” says a CIA operative. “Nor do they realize that her sweetness isn’t necessarily a weakness or lack of sophistication. It’s more that she just likes things to be even keel.”

“So you wouldn’t have brought him soup, even if you thought he was suffering?” asks a woman.

“No, no I wouldn’t have brought Lem soup.” says Lacey. “I would never have assumed that he was having financial difficulty based on the indicators that she did. I might’ve thought that he was sloppy and possibly careless or thoughtless but I wouldn’t have thought he thought he was poor necessarily. I don’t think Lem would have made the mistake of using a dead card nor would he at that age be having someone harassing him to get work done, that’s not like Lem. He would never be in that position. If he was straight I just I can’t…I can’t imagine him ever being that irresponsible or really being that beholden to someone in that way.” says Lacey.

“We’re just twisting your words because you twisted mine to make it seem like I was interested in you to feel good about yourself when you’re really just a ugly piece of shit and it should’ve been obvious to you that I didn’t give two fucks about you, and that you were just obsessive and weird and freakish not smart for noticing the Illuminati.” says Mr. Blue from the bottom of his heart to Lacey.

“You know if I have to take you seriously as an adult and humor the thought that you have a brain that functions like mine I’d like to point out a few mistakes with what you just said. But can you hear that or is that not something you’re cognitively capable of listening to? Serious question.” says Lacey.

“I’m sending my demons of disease that I’m getting on me from being a drug addict onto you…so that’s why you keep getting sick and it’s working. So does that make you doubt Christ and want to worship me or do you have a brain that has problems functioning? Because if you had a brain that worked you’d be kneeling and bowing and worshiping me right now. Serious question! Paching! Pachow! That was awesome. 10 out of 10. Five stars for me! I am amazing and you’re welcome. Thank you for listening. That’s some proof that you at least might exist in my universe.” says Mr. Blue thinking he’s beyond genius.

Later.

“See you literally can’t stand us anymore like you don’t want us to go to him, but you sincerely just think with most hideous humans literally the most sick people far worse than us that you really have absolutely no respect for us at all other than just as your sex slaves?” asks Batgirl III.

“If I am reincarnated, none of you would be unhappy. If I if I was a lady somewhere in England and you were all my little shit servants, you might not have been born because you couldn’t have survived. If you were unfortunately born, hopefully you would’ve died in childhood. All of you. If you managed to make it to adulthood? Fart. …But if somehow you’d manage to become adults in the 1800s, if I was reincarnated I would probably have your shot and killed Michael.” says Wobbly.

“Hot stuff!” says Mr. Blue.

“I’m not advocating going back to being like archaic. No, you’re you’re actually just saying that right. No, it’s like we’ve destroyed everything for no progressive purpose at all and it’s just nonsense.” says Wobbly.

“Yeah. You’re right!” says Batgirl III. She smiles and nods.

“I’m turned on.” says Wobbly.

“Wow! Let’s light a candle.” says Mr. Blue.

“Great! I’ll get a horse.” says Wobbly. He laughs.

“You sit on top naked and ride holding the candle. And we’ll fuck each other below. “ says Mr. Blue to Batgirl III.

“When do I throw the chocolates?” asks Batgirl III.

“Anytime!” says Wobbly.

“Don’t eat them!” says Mr. Blue.

“You’re mean!” she says.

“Okay! On the count of three!” says Wobbly.

“I don’t like this horse!” says Mrs. Blue.

“Shut-up!” yells Mr. Blue.

“I’m getting cold!” yells Batgirl III.

“One, two, three!” says Mr. Blue in irritation.

“Ride! Saddle-up and ride!” says Wobbly.

“It’s a wild day in the desert! I think I’m hungry! If only there was chocolate.” says Mr. Blue.

“I am Jesus. There will soon be chocolate.” says Wobbly.

“Oh! Hey! You’re a hot Jew!” says Mr. Blue.

“Hello, I’m pretty!” says Mrs. Blue waltzing by.

Mr. Blue kisses Wobbly.

And at that Batgirl III throws chocolates on everyone.

“You bitch! That hurt!” says Wobbly sincerely.

The spooked horse takes off and she screams. A professional equestrian calms down the horse.

“Let’s go home.” says Mr. Blue, depressed.

“I’ll drive everyone.” says Wobbly.

“Are you in your BMW?” asks Mrs. Blue.

“Yeah.”

“Cool!”

“We’re such sexual zealots!” says Batgirl III in the driveway.

“More like whores.” says Mr. Blue.

“I could never be faithful.” confesses Wobbly. He laughs.

“Yeah! I hear ya! Opt for open marriage every time bro!” says Mr. Blue.

“Dude. That was so hot!” says Batgirl III.

“Let’s have sex while driving!” says Mrs. Blue.

“How?” asks Wobbly very seriously.

“Let’s just Satanically pretend that this chocolate is our genitals and we can all get a piece of chocolate and eat it!” says Mrs. Blue.

“On it!” says Wobbly.

And so…on the way to Wobbly’s house where they’ll get sleep they eat Dove chocolates. And it’s real. And it’s…just chocolate…but it’s also spiritually not just chocolate.

They all take it very seriously. Even though it’s incredibly sexually unsatisfying.

“I’m such a whore!” cries Batgirl III.

“Ha! Grow-up!” admonishes Wobbly with grave seriousness.

They arrive. Park. Exit.

Mr. Blue winks at Wobbly. Blows kisses. Winks.

Mrs. Blue stumbles to bed. Batgirl III cries herself to bed.

“You have to stop bringing your party animal friends into our house late at night!” bites Wobbly’s wife in a whisper at Wobbly.

“It’s all gonna be okay! I promise!” says Wobbly like a man in a Lifetime film, holding her shoulders.

“I wonder who went to bed with whom?” asks a ‘saucy’ 1990’s Libertarian Party college professor thinking she’s making quite the witty and insightful comment on ‘sex today.’

More tomorrow.