Heureux Tous Les Deux by Frank Alamo plays.
It was 1960 and Jack Kennedy sat in a trance-like state at an Illuminati meeting. He sat on a sofa. A velvet sofa. In the rather posh living-room of some privileged people who wore sexy expensive clothes made by French designers. Who smoked pot.
And it was at such a meeting…that a witch sitting next to him with tarot cards wearing a shoulder displaying dress that showed-off her breasts in bawdy fashion…shuffled the deck and grinned lasciviously.
Within fifteen minutes she was worried.
Chaque Nuit by Les Surfs plays.
Jack was in trouble. He needed to kill somebody. That’s what had been decided. Who decided it? Some pagan deity? Some pagan deity and a group of Satanic, extremely rich and powerful men? Someone? Or something?
And Jack decided, after grave hesitation, to abide.
“Ok! How will you kill them?!?” he asked, confused.
The woman, who was very chic, very European, very urbane and very pretty and shapely…looked hesitant herself now. Almost snobby.
“Well…I mean…we use our means.” says the woman.
“You use witchcraft?!” he asked, in disbelief.
“Yes! Of course!” she said, seriously. “Jack this is the Illuminati. What are you expecting? A jungle war?”
“No. Just less perplexing methods.” says JFK.
She looked almost baffled herself now. “Look…you can’t expect me to lie to you. Witchcraft is very powerful.” she said.
rises the moon by liana flores plays.
He looked at her half sexually and half repulsed. He scoffed. “Look…let’s just get it over with.”
She smiled. “Alright. You need to choose someone.”
He picked a card. He looked disturbed.
She pulled it from him playfully. “Jack! Let me look!”
“Oh!” she read the card matter-of-factly. It was her job, in a sense.
“So! Michael Rockefeller?” asked Jack.
“Yes.” she said, then biting her bottom lip.
“He’s young!” he possibly objected.
“Yeah! But…he’s…your best defense.” she said. “He’s somehow going to appease the gods…and being rain.”
“Who will kill him?!?” he asked in fear.
A well-dressed man approached them. Jack looked up at him.
“We can’t do this!” said JFK.
The woman laughed.
“Jack…it’s a friend. And killing friends hurts. But it’s far superior to killing our nearest and dearest.” said the man. “Look. These aren’t Egyptian Gods, but they’re very animalistic. And they want us to worship them like cats sometimes. …You have to be willing to…hear in your heart what they ask…and then relate to them like a worshipper not a challenge. We have lots of friends.” he said.
“So he’s a sacrifice?” asked JFK.
“Yeah. Of sorts.” said the man.
“We don’t literally sacrifice him!” said the woman laughing. She smirked and smiled.
JFK laughed. “Look! What does happen?”
“It’s easy, Jack.” said the man. “We do a little voodoo and when the time is right and the spirits decide…they’ll arise from the darkness and…he’ll die.”
My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski plays.
“What difference does it make??” asked Jack.
The woman smiled. “It creates force. It has momentum.”
He laughs. He nods. “Alright. I hope he dies happy.”
“And Jack that’s wonderful. You wishing that for him will make it far more likely to be so.” she said.
“Good man!” said the man, praising Jack.
“Alright. Let’s have a seance first and talk to his ancestors. We’ll ask them to guide us.” she said.
“Oh! Okay.” he said, confused.
It’s confusing why any of these people assumed that Micheal’s ancestors would be helpful.
“You’re right.” says the dead witch to Lacey.
“So what gives?” says Lacey.
They look serious.
“We were narcissists.” says the man.
“No. That’s only maybe true. Explain!” says Lacey.
“Because we always assumed that the dead were on our side.” he says.
“Why?!?” asks Lacey.
“Religious reasons. But really just delusion.” he says.
dumb dumb by mazie plays.
“I am disappointed.” says Lacey. “Often.”
He laughs.
The woman takes a deep breath.
“Look. You took him out of misery.” says Lacey.
The woman nods.
“But…it created such a mess!” says Lacey.
“You weren’t there!” says the man.
“What difference does that make?” asks Lacey.
“It would actually have been a lot more difficult for us to draw him…if you were there.” he says.
“How sad. All of it. You seem so…lost.” says Lacey.
“I did die miserable.” says Michael.
“But then…it was over.” says Lacey. “What am I supposed to do?”
“No!!” yells Jack.
“No what?!?” asks Lacey.
“They gave me a choice.” says Jack.
“What was the choice?” asks Lem.
“They could have killed you.” he says.
“When?” asks Lacey.
“In your 20’s.” says JFK.
“Oh! You sacrificed Lem’s soulmate. But it ended up being Michael.” says Lem.
“But you could have killed me.” says Lacey.
“But you chose evil. Because you’re determined to make me yours.” says Lem.
“Were you the woman I heard in my head?” asks Lacey.
“When a disembodied voice asked you if you wanted to die?” she asks.
“Yes!” says Lacey.
“Yes.” she says.
“Why did you offer to kill me?” says Lacey.
“Because you were supposed to choose.” says a dead rich man.
“HARDLY!” scoffs Lacey.
The woman laughs.
“Well…why would you have agreed?” asks another woman.
“Goodness. Lots of reasons!” says Lacey.
“We’d have hit you with a car.” she says.
“Yes! At 26.” says Lacey.
“Would you have had kids in Heaven?” asks the woman and she includes God.
“Yes!” says Lem.
“Yeah. We cursed your entire life. To get Jack off because Lem wanted to be left alone. Probably because he was straight. That’s how the conversation started. He felt…unhappy. And he was trying to figure out how to get Lem interested. He felt…rejected. And his delusional views of everything were cracking.” says woman.
“So…the Illuminati is REALLY waaaay off the deep end with me.” says Lacey.
The woman laughs.
“Yeah. You’re right.” she says.
“You people seem…stupid and insane.” says Lacey. “I’m sorry. I’m sure hearing that devastates you.”
“Yes.” says the man.
“So you offered me death…and then…it terrified you?” asks Lacey. “When I said no.”
“Yeah. I talked to some…scary woman. Was that you?” asks the woman.
“Why was I scary?” asks Lacey.
“You knew I was fake. You…seemed…different.” she says.
“Did you realize I was in 2009?” asks Lacey.
“What month was it?” she asks.
“June?” says Lacey.
“In 2008!” she says.
“Maybe? Or 2009?” says Lacey.
“Yeah. We offered you death. …But you had no idea why!” she says.
I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski plays.
“And I wanted to honor God.” says Lacey. “So I chose life.”
“And I died.” says Michael. “You all killed me…so…Lacey could live a cursed, HELLISH life.”
“We cursed both of you. So Jack could get Lem’s dick to get hard when he got naked.” says the woman.
“Both Michael and Lacey?!?” yells Lem.
“YEAH LEMMERS!!” yells China, angry.
“I just wasn’t gay.” says Lem. “At all.”
“How was my death and Lacey’s cursed life supposed to get Lem’s dick hard?” asks Michael.
“It was to get…animalistic gods to come and see if they could get him…aroused.” he says.
“Jack told you that?!?” asks Lacey.
“Yes. He was a total ignorant white trash slut.” she says. “He had no idea when to share and not share. He was…conceited and he thought he is every inch was…fascinating.”
“But to tell you that?!?” says Lacey. “That’s humiliating to him.”
“Yes. It was. But he didn’t know that.” she says.
“He assumed it was Lem’s fault.” says the man.
“And he was that open?!!?” asks Lacey.
“With his female friends. Yes. Friends. And…some women. He thought it made him seem…exotic.” she says.
“I get it.” says Lacey.
“So we were trying to get our US President off.” she says. “Essentially.”
“Why did he need to get off?!?” asks Lacey.
“We’re not that sophisticated either. Both that man and me are new money. And…we felt sorry for him. He seemed so desperate to get off. Like it was…very painful for him.” she says.
“Why did…you think Lem had anything to do with it?” asks Lacey.
“Well…that’s where it gets bad.” says the man. “In a way. We were a bit suspicious. …We thought he was secretly straight too. And…we thought Jack might have to die. Because if Jack was that evil hearted and cruel…and we killed someone…on his behalf for such a trifling reason…he was…too convincingly innocent to be…safe. Too manipulative and annoying. And…Jack failed. He kept failing. And she was….outraged. She felt she had been conned. Totally taken-in. And…he just kept getting more and more obnoxious. So…lots of people decided to kill him.” he says.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World plays.
“And you’re Americans?” asks Lacey, calmly.
“Yes.” they say.
“Then we’re a monarchy.” says Lacey. “And I’m the Queen. And I’ve been that since birth. I’ve been saying that for a while. Just go with it?”
“So we were trying to assassinate our Queen?” asks the woman.
“Yes!” says Lacey. “You were a peasant uprising.”
“And we killed Jack.” says a man.
“Yes. But I didn’t tell you to do that.” says Lacey.
“Should we have?” asks a man.
“I’m sorry. I need a snack.” says Lacey.
Snack gotten.
“Okay. Here’s how it goes. 1. The Kennedys are toast. Not just Jack. No one will ever respect them as a family ever again. Not as an aesthetic. Or an ideal. But as people. God knows what I mean by respect.
If Bobby keeps threatening my life or anyone else for that matter they die. If it brings nuclear war then so be it. We’ll all die. I have no living friends. Just family and loved ones.
Jesus is in charge. He is the king of everything that being said, I’m not married to him, but that being said while I am awake, I am the queen as far as he says so if I don’t want to do something it doesn’t happen. we’re not making another television series about JFK. You guys killed him and you lied about it, and I understand why to a certain extent. But do you this is this is not we’re done we are not making any more movies or any more television series or any more books about JFK if people want to read what’s already been written, and watch the films that are already out there they can do that we’re not making more of them. We have plenty we don’t need to make more. It’s getting weird and perverse at this point.
And we don’t write about 9/11 we don’t make movies about Pearl Harbor, or the pandemic or really anything that affects actual Americans other than Jack we just are obsessed with Jack Kennedy. He’s like a cult leader it’s bizarre and that’s done or this country is done if if this country got to a point where he was our chairman Mao, but we were too stupid and lacking in self-awareness to realize that then Americas ceasing to exist and I’m dissolving it, because it’s a joke it turns out that the experiment didn’t work.
No it’s absurd if this is real and that was an actual explanation.
Keen to Cross the Pond 