“Lacey have you considered the idea that Lem might be your twin flame? Maybe he’s able to contact you and express that you belong to him on a higher plane. Don’t be sad! I think somewhere you know he loves you.” says Elizabeth Banks.
“Oh that’s a lovely thought. Huh! Maybe there’s something to that. I’ll consider it. Thank you.” says Lacey to Elizabeth Banks.
“Oh yeah! Give the 411 on Lemmers!” silently says JFK in Purgatory, who’s obsessively…stalking Lacey.
“I’ll pray about it. It’s God’s business!” says Lacey with gentle, genteel…genuine love.
Later…they return. Lacey’s not putting out to their egos.
“You’re manipulative!” says a witch to Lacey.
“No. I don’t think you can say that honestly.” says Lacey with genuine, loving patience.
A half an hour later China has to intervene. George Clooney is humiliated. And Taiwan becomes a topic of discussion.
“We might not be related to you.” politely says Thomas Banks, Lacey’s father, to Elizabeth Banks.
“We’ve made that very clear before.” says Reta Banks to Elizabeth Banks.
“No. She’s not hurt. Her family has a lot superiority. You just haven’t seen it yet.” says a witch rep. on her behalf. “We’ll be back.”
Mind Playing Tricks On Me by Getto Boys.
“Songs Without Words II” by Felix Mendelssohn plays on behalf of current white America.
“We were never that confused. We loved being middle class. We aspired to greatness…but…we had happy times.” says a dead white woman from West Virginia. “Lacey is superior. But…we’re not happy about it as Christians. So…it’s possibly and probably real in some way now. But…in Heaven it’s not going to be.”
“Yes! Thank God!” says Lacey, sincerely.
“We were all like that. Poverty was sad. But…we didn’t talk about it for a reason. …Things made sense.” says a dead white man from West Virginia. He laughs. “I wonder if we secretly recalled being beaten in Waterloo or something.” He thinks. “You know, I’m making a joke. But….our English ancestors might have been wealthier and we rightfully lost. Back in England. …Otherwise our poverty might have been self-inflicted.” He thinks. “We weren’t as rightfully sorry for ourselves back then because we were still safe.”
Suite For Solo Cello No. 1 In G Major by Johann Sebastian Bach plays.
“What in the world are they talking about?” asks JFK, in pandemonium in his ranks in Purgatory.
The song plays.
“I bet Lem doesn’t know this stuff either!” JFK says.
“No! He does!!” shouts an angel from Heaven.
“Yeah right!” says JFK like a spoiled brat.
And at that Hollywood elites try to use empathy and manipulation to steal Lacey’s power. They play a few angles.
“Listen! Why can’t you just be middle class. And wealthy?” Lem asks Elizabeth Banks, the movie star.
“Because I’m worth more than you! And that means something!” shouts Elizabeth Banks at Thomas Banks.
“You aren’t really worth more than him.” says Al Capone.
“What the heck!??” shouts JFK confused again.
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I was vastly more important, old money and powerful.” says Thomas Banks.
“He owned a lot of land.” says Anderson Cooper. “And his parents were wealthy.”
“No they weren’t!” screams a perfume hater from Iowa.
“What’s that based on?” the CIA asks the perfume hater in Iowa.
“Their house was only worth $600,000. to a million today!” says the perfume hater in Iowa.
“That’s a false sense of things.” says the CIA.
“Because the built the house??” asks the perfume hater in Iowa.
“Yeah!” shouts Amelia Earhart. She’s disgusted at the hater.
“But they have a crummy $600,000.00 house in 2023!” says Chris Hayes, confused.
“Not all neighborhoods and houses are the same.” says Lem Billings. “And actually…$1,000,000.00 really isn’t that cheap of a house. And you have to recall that they owned the whole thing.” says Lem. “There wasn’t as much credit or welfare back then.”
“So…we can’t undo it now. But…no. She’s right. That house is far more grand than you’re apparently cognitively capable of comprehending. Even if you own it.” says a Hollywood executive to a lot of people living in old mansions they don’t understand.
“That includes Lacey??” asks Al Franken.
“No!” says the CIA. “It doesn’t.”
“Why can’t she die and go to Hell on that point??” Jack asks God.
“Because she gets thrown into outer space.” says someone. Satan, in her case can’t torment her easily. Child molestation is difficult to understand, Jack. But essentially…you were able to molest Lem because you played tricks with his mind. He was a lot bigger than you.”
“No! That’s not true. I was his lover.” says JFK.
“No. Jack…you might not have been.” says Betty White on behalf of truth.
“Nope! She’s not going to have any hope of Heaven for that comment!” says Joe Kennedy I of Bobby’s sex-with-Ethel-brigade.
Scheherazade plays.
“I had sex with Ethel 12 times!” shouts Bobby Kennedy Sr. in his nasal voice. “Look! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…7…8…9…10…11.” he says giggling. “The other time was just for fun! Sorry God! We didn’t know she wouldn’t get pregnant.”
“No! We had more sex than that.” shouts Ethel with her unruly curls.
“Wow! How many times Ethel!” says Bobby Kennedy Sr..
“I don’t know.” she says, weirdly.
Bobby Kennedy Sr. thinks. “What if I did care about West Virginia and that’s why they shot me??”
“Well that’s far more honorable.” says Lacey. “But then your children are traitors to you, possibly.”
“How?!” shouts Rory.
“It’s complex. But essentially…you’re siding morally with the people who killed him. And have been since childhood.” says a dead historian. “They threw West Virginia to Hell in America for the sake of evil.”
“Helplessness can be real or faked in adults.” says Lacey.
“Bobby are you sure you were on the right side of history there?” asks West Virginia.
“I’m so confused!” whines Jack Kennedy.
“I refuse to answer that at this time.” says Bobby Kennedy Sr. awkwardly.
“Why?!” whines JFK.
And at that Bobby Kennedy Sr. cries.
And then just like that…just Jack…Jack Kennedy…punches Bobby, his younger brother, in the face, for crying.
And then the CIA is perverted into trying to possess Lacey’s brain through telepathy, etc..
“Gee! Don’t do all that for little ol’ sexy ol’ me!” says Ethel flashing her old saggy tits at Lem’s demonic impersonator. She winks at him. The demon is repulsed but plays along to be evil.
“Did I come on to Jack just now? I thought he was Lacey!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. in a panic, to the CIA.
“Umm…you might have.” says Elizabeth Banks, apologizing.
“No! Nevertheless!” says JFK. “NEVERTHELESS…” yells JFK. “NEVERTHELESS!” yells JFK. “I…am…almost totally positive…Lem was and is…gay.”
His father stares at him in exasperation and exhaustion.
“Jack. We tried every angle five times.” says Rose Kennedy.
“Mom!!” whines JFK.
“No!” yells Rose.
“Oh my gosh! You guys! Lem was gay. I’m sure.” says JFK, snapping his fingers like he’s figured something out.
Joe Kennedy Sr. laughs.
“Yeah. Dad understands!” says JFK.
“Huh. That’s interesting. What’s the angle this time.” says Rose, intrigued.
“We’re going fishing!” says JFK.
“We went to the Minnesota State Fair last week.” says Joe.
“Yeah! And that makes her sad!” says JFK. “Because she’s in some sort of Illuminati Holocaust thingy.” says JFK. He shrugs. He laughs at Lacey’s suffering. “Anyway…that’s what we want. Because!! BECAUSE! Because…her sadness…will totally lead us to our jackpot.”
“I like it!!” says Bobby Kennedy Sr. nodding.
“Because we have her in an emotional chokehold then.” explains JFK.
“Yeah! How?!?” asks a demon pretending to be Joe Sr.’s illegitimate son, Jack’s half brother, to fool JFK.
“There’s Joe Sr., Joe Jr., Joe and Joe II.” says Lacey, annoyed by their seemingly pretentiousness and idiocy.
Millions of living middle class Americans rush to make excuses for the Kennedy’s faulty naming system.
“Oh boy. …Lacey was once in love with my Uncle Joe, and now she’s defending his name because we were incredibly disrespectful? Msn that’s stupid, but okay. I mean he died traumatically and it affected our family. Dumb bitch! That was so traumatic for us.
Hey, you guys. We are going to totally humor that whore and pretend like her peasant wet dreams of my uncle are real. Because I know that she’s got some other angle and I don’t know what it is, but I’m gonna figure it out.” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. with enormous confidence on behalf of his ego and his bizarre sense of reality.
And just like that the whole Earth considers suicide.
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