Kate’s Bad Marriage

“Dis, Dua Lipa.” says a black man in the US for the umpteenth time to Lacey.

It’s a violent hate crime against straight white women.

Ashes To Ashes by Warpaint plays.

“We cannot let this go!” shouts Vogue France.

Dua Lipa cries.

“Go fuck yourself!” yells Lacey at Dua Lipa. “Do you need me to Jill you?!? You DISGUST ME!”

Dua Lipa makes a viciously hateful face at Lacey.

“I know that pisses you off!” yells all of black American at Lacey.

“What?!?” asks Lacey horrified and confused.

“I’m superior to you! I’m less curvy and my face looks like a man.” says Dua Lipa.

“No! You’re ugly! Your vagina looks like a trash chute in Vogue. You disgust me.” says Lacey.

“You can’t see her vagina.” says black America confused.

“No! The dress is that violent on the eyes. It’s way too much information.” says Lacey. “It’s an artistic design choice. It’s psychological”.

“It’s a VERY sexually violent dress.” says Lem. “And then where do you have her marching off to?! Where’s her sword?”

“I’m not in favor of malignant sexual violence.” says Lacey.

“You’re not straight?! Right?!?” begs all of living American Ireland.

“Your whiteness sounds too superior to us. Too real white.” say ALL living black Americans.

“What’s it to you?!?” yells Thomas Banks from the grave.

“We be better then you.” say ALL living black people at Thomas Banks like they’re speaking with the divine authority of Christ.

“Black Islam believe they are the superior race.

We are poor.

We are addicted.

We have been beaten to fucking pieces of shit by the whites because we are superior.

CAPITALISM IS EVIL.

The way you should do it is to give everything to us because we are superior. WE KNOW.

We know…that because you’re mean to us that your unkindness to Lacey is because all of you. We will never take responsibility for the pain experienced by ANY white people. You are the subhumans. We killed her in our dreams. Follow our grand vision.

Please suck our cocks? Our women are loved. Because we can’t fool-You have to believe-

…You!! You…and only you…can be superior to the success. In God. I pray. Allah is Great!” he says.

“You sound like nothing but a racial cult of malignant narcissists with little sense.” says Lacey.

“So what?!?” scoffs Chris Hayes. “The black people need to be liberated from within.”

“I’m not liberating my people. I’m closing the door to Satan.” says the violent malignant narcissist black man who’s Muslim on this blog right now.

The Next Episode by Dr. Dre plays.

“Yeah. There’s a black racial coup going on. It’s been trending. It’s HAWT!” says Bobby in his neon blue Lamborghini. He’s picking up Jack Kennedy from Lacey’s daughter’s preschool. He believes he has a right to stalk Lacey’s children at school to torture them. It’s a lie. But…he’s being enabled like a psychotic poltergeist.

“Boom, byotch!” sings Chris Hayes. He pretends to be playing a song on an electric piano.

“Why you excited?” asks Diego of Chris Hayes.

“Because! I’m so proud of the niggers.” says Chris Hayes.

“I’m proud of the niggers too!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr..

Lacey watches black men dancing to Dr. Dre. They are working.

But they get offended that she’s not racist and poor at heart. They start acting like racist stereotypes.

Then they start doing white stereotypes to attack her.

“Nah! She gotta be evil.” says a middle class black man in Missouri.

“Okay. But…what if she isn’t?” asks Harry Young.

“Then why she care about our music?” say most black American people about Lacey.

“Fine! She’s smarter than us sort of. Like…not really. ALL black people are smarter than her.” all black people say.

“Because it’s good music.” says Lacey.

“No it’s not. It’s SHIT!” yell all black people.

“That’s a lie.” says Lacey.

Biggie laughs.

“It’s not your culture.” says a black woman to Lacey.

“I can’t listen to it? That’s psychotic and possibly illegal.” says Lacey.

“You don’t think the south existed.” says Silas Seay to Chris Hayes. “Did you target Lacey because of us? At all?!”

“Yeah. I hate the Norwegians and the south.” says Chris Hayes. “They have no respect for me.”

“You black, NIGGER!” says Silas Seay to Dr. Dre…but not as a racist.

He nods.

“We can’t…be…totally relaxed.” says Silas Seay.

Bang Bang by Dr. Dre plays.

Dr. Dre nods in understanding but then humbly calls out Silas.

“Is idolizing black rappers foolish?” asks Dr. Bill Cosby.

“No!!!” yells Silas Seay. “Not in my opinion.”

“I hear the Holy Spirit in Dr. Dre’s music.” says Lacey.

“It’s a possible real black liberation.” says Lem.

“Nah. See…they’re not fools.” says Silas. He closes his eyes and thinks. “Slavery never works long-term.”

“No. Demons were not my slaves.” says God?

“Your daughter’s tied up in the Brooklyn basement.” sings Biggie to Mr. Thomas Banks. “I hope the Brooklyn Bat Crew isn’t still selling and molesting kids.” He’s being poetic.

“Get in loser! We’re going shopping.” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. to Jack Kennedy.

Jack Kennedy gets in the car. It speeds off.

“How was school today?!” asks Bobby of his uncle.

“I’m an old man!” says JFK.

“So what!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr..

“We can’t stand your racist ass!” say all black Americans to Lacey like retarded malignant apes.

“I agree.” says Biggie. “Stop lying. She knows. She’s not you. None of you are old money, I guess. And it’s sad. Be smarter.”

“Why isn’t she talking to us?!?” ask all American black peoples about Lacey.

“WHY WOULD SHE BE?!?” screams Africa.

All American black people laugh at Africa.

“FUCK YOU!!” yells all of living black America at Africa.

“No! I don’t hate Africa!” says a Gen. X man.

“Okay. You’re an exception then.” says Lacey.

“Why are you angry at Africa?!?” asks Africa.

“We’re an exception too!” say all living black American children.

“I’m sorry. I forgot to mention that. I was only implying adults. I only meant adults.” says Lacey.

“Shoot!” says Dr. Dre. “She’s so stupid!”

“How?” asks Sudan.

“Whatchu want Sudan?!?” asks Dr. Dre of Sudan.

“I’m SUDAN!” yells Sudan.

“Where’s SUDAN?!” says Dr. Dre.

Aghast, “IN AFRICA!” yells Sudan.

“Okay. That’s cool.” he says, confused.

“Do you know you’re of African descent?” says Sudan to Dr. Dre.

“I’m white.” say ALL black Americans except for children.

Heartbroken, “You’re not all black?!?” asks Africa.

“No. Our skin is black. But being African isn’t a race. The man running our cool-kid plantation says that races don’t actually exist. That’s an old Nazi propaganda lie.” say all black Americans to Africa.

Africa tries not to laugh. “Umm…that’s not Nazi propaganda. We highly suspect that the science community does occasionally lie. …Yeah. Races exist.” a black African man says smiling.

“They sure as HELL better.” says the malignant narcissistic black Muslim.

“You’re not American?!” the CIA asks the black Muslim man.

“No! I’m in America. But I refuse to be called American.” he says.

In the car.

Piano Concerto No. 23 In A Major by Mozart plays.

“That’s her theme song.” says Africa. “You’re not talking to an idiot. Your talking to someone who could ‘whoop your ass!’” says Africa about Lacey.

Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio plays.

“Chris Hayes is the man!” say all living black American men.

Later.

“No. They really can’t all be bourgeois idiots?” says a Democrat in Minnesota about all adult black Americans.

More later.