Dreams Of Bobby

Bobby…was born in the 1920’s. So was Queen Elizabeth II. He’d be dead very easily by now. And it’s annoying that Ethel is still alive.

Walkin’ On The Sun (Acoustic) by Smash Mouth plays.

It ain’t no joke, I’d like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it’s just a song, but it’s spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it’s back
It’s just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it’s a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they’ll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin’ and clappin’, man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain’t no joke when a mama’s handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby’s life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can’t perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don’t sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby’s old enough to relate

So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun

Bobby wasn’t that prescient. No. So why isn’t Ethel dead if the world isn’t going to Hell? She should be dead. She should have died ten years ago. What the hell is she clinging to?

The money? The power? Her kids? Or what? Because it’s hard to believe she’s a good person. Why isn’t she with Bobby if she loves and loved him so damn much?

Is she avoiding him?

Never Let You Go by Third Eye Blind plays.

“Hey, Bobby!” says Ethel to Bobby. She weakly waved to him, worried he’s hurt. She did date other men.

She’s expecting him to be bashful and sad? …Or is she?

Huh.

But no, “Hey!! How’s it going, Ethel!!” shouts Bobby brightly.

“Hey!” she says.

He looks at her expecting to take off in the same exact place.

“Bobby! We can talk!” says Ethel.

He plays dumb in terror. Jumps in place. Grins awkwardly.

“Bobby…you’re being weird.” says Ethel.

He jumps in place.

Two Princes by Spin Doctors plays.

Bobby Kennedy starts crying. But he refuses to stop jumping and he tries to smile.

“Ewww.” says Ethel.

Bloody tears fall from Bobby’s eyes. As he jumps in place.

Why? Why is this rather silly scene possible?

Part III by Crumb plays.

Bobby messed-up.

And, in my opinion, here’s what truly happened: He cheated on Ethel. He damn cheated on Ethel. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. FAR too many times.

“I used ALL the mistake paint.” says Joe Kennedy Senior, sheepishly and apologetically.

“NO!!” screams Bobby Kennedy Senior running around in terror like a child who’s both eaten too much sugar and is feeling like they’ve lost their mind. He cries. “I can’t get it off of my head!!” he yells.

“It’s mistake paint.” says Joe Senior, laughing like he’s actually insane.

Bobby fiercely brushes the top of his head. Tries shaking something off.

Shake It Off by Taylor Swift plays.

And at that Bobby grabs a sword. “I can’t shake it off.”

“It’s mistake paint.” says Joe, at once trying to dust it out of his head as well.

“I was told to shake it off. By Cheryl.” says Taylor Swift. “That’s how she deals with Bobby’s lies. She’s in psychotic denial.”

“But it’s bullshit. Isn’t it? They really do cheat. They’re insane.” says Lacey.

“Yeah. It’s not just tabloid news. It’s real.” says Taylor Swift. “It’s real. Bobby is scum.”

“And he’s so smarmy and self-satisfied about it too.” says Lacey.

“He’s far more evil than his father or me.” says Joe Kennedy Senior. “I mean Bobby Kennedy Junior.”

“I’m embarrassed by him.” says Bobby Kennedy Senior. “My son embarrasses me.”

“Bobby Kennedy Junior, your son and your grandson embarrasses you?” asks Lacey of Joe Kennedy Senior and Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“Yes! I’m enraged by him, to put it softly for the tender-hearted folks!” says Joe Kennedy Senior.

Cheryl opens her huge ugly mouth and bends over awkwardly like the ugly freak she often actually looks like. She’s a hideous looking woman but she comes close to being attractive stopping over in hideous, just like her smarmy short husband.

“Is that pus or ice cream?” asks Lem.

“Ice cream!” says Jack Kennedy in 1934. “Eat it! It’s sweet, like candy.” he says laughing like a hyena. His neck contorts to resemble a demon or a giraffe, because it’s subhuman. No offense to demons or giraffes. He looks dorky and embarrassing. Lem feels bad for him and unfortunately believed it was ice cream.

“It’s pus.” says Bobby Kennedy Senior, still holding a sword. “Son, I did actually care sometimes.” he says to Bobby Kennedy Junior.

Love Again by Dua Lipa plays.

“I used my last wife’s beauty to make Cheryl feel better about her face. And her other flaws. We both realized we were genuinely sort of ugly and pretty at the same time. And so…we tore her apart. Like mean girls. But I have a dick and I’m a guy so…we decided it was even cooler. Right from the beginning. Because…we could use our sex to hurt people. Cheryl is a huge bitch and I’m a bastard.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior confessing his sins.

“You’re worse than a bastard, Bobby.” says Joe Kennedy Senior. “Your father and I have genuinely come close to disowning you. You’ve gone way too far.”

“Nah. We’re good.” say Bobby shaking his penis. He sniffs cocaine and contorts his body to look like a retarded Egyptian.

“You guys…why does he cheat on me?!! Like why?! I don’t get it!” says Cheryl like a dumb blond ditz in the most pejorative sense.

“I don’t cheat!” says Bobby. He dances, bobbing his head.

Rose flaps her arms like a chicken. “It’s a good song.” she says.

“Mom. Are you dumb?” asks Kick of her mother. “Or is dad?”

“Where did Bobby come from?” asks Ted.

“Do the retarded Egyptian again!” says Joe Kennedy Senior to Bobby.

Bobby attempts to contort like an Egyptian.

“That’s not the dance.” says Joe Kennedy Senior, kindly to his grandson.

Bobby looks confused as he stands up. Contorting his face like he’s actually mentally disabled. His face contorts because he’s struggling to stay alive and conscious. There are too many complications in his brain and he genuinely can’t fathom it all at the same time.

“We don’t usually see you actually make that face.” says Joe Kennedy Senior to his grandson.

“Oh my gosh! You’re actually retarded, Bobby!” says Mary Richardson walking off in a huff. “I didn’t even know you!”

“Shut-up!” says Bobby to Lacey, trying to keep from genuinely crying.

JD Rockefeller starts laughing.

La découverte by Patricia Carli plays.

“Why is he running for office?” asks Lacey.

“Was he always secretly struggling to keep up or did he get this way from the drugs?” asks Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“I’m NOT!” says Bobby, falling apart.

“Was that difficult for you to say?” asks Kick, sincerely.

Bobby Junior is cognitively incapable of responding. He used all his brain power to speak the last sentence. He stares.

“Give him a second. He’s fine. He’s just overwhelmed by something.” says Cheryl.

“But was he always like that? Or was it the drugs?” asks Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“He’s very, very good at faking being smart.” says Lacey.

“I’m a little retarded too. A lot of us in the family are in different ways. Rose Marie was just the most obvious.” says JFK to Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“I’m not retarded!” he struggles to say.

“But then why was it so difficult for you to say that?” asks Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“He hid his cognitive struggles with hard work and goodness.” says Ethel.

“You’re evil.” Bobby Kennedy Senior says to Ethel.

“Or am I mentally ill? That does run in my family. Let’s be honest. People tend to kill people. Like cousins killing cousins and people.” says Ethel. “Bobby you were so hot.”

“Ha! You’re not that smart. And I was that hot.” says Bobby.

“Yeah. Okay.” she says, smiling fondly.

Le Mannequin by Annie Philips plays.

“If I did something to make him worse, I’ll certainly be accountable.” says Lem to Bobby.

“Lem you shouldn’t have been with us, in the first place.” says Rose.

“Yeah, I know!” yells Lem in irritation.

More later.

“It’s getting old!” yells Bobby Kennedy Junior at Lacey through Cheryl. Because cognitively he can’t say it directly to Lacey and still be evil. It’s too cognitively complex for him to manage.

“Why?” asks Dr. Lauermann.

Comment te dire adieu by Françoise Hardy plays.

“Because…his brain genuinely can’t comprehend it all. It doesn’t have the capacity.” says Lacey. “It’s like a slow computer. It just can’t.”

“Where?!?” asks Dr. Harles.

“Like where in his brain?” asks Lacey.

“Yes! I imagine it must be somewhere in his brain.” says Jan Hertel.

Lacey thinks. “I’ll draw a diagram.”

“No! You think I’m actually stupid.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior to Lacey.

Heureux Tous Les Deux by Frank Alamo plays.

“Yes! You can’t interpret reality correctly.” says Lacey. “You struggle to put together explanations and facts and experiences to figure out what is going on. And sometimes you rely on instinct or intuition or you work hard at it…but…it seems like you can’t put it all together to amen sense of anything.”

“No! I’m just- I have a personality disorder!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“No. You might have that too. But you seem like you’re also genuinely dumb.” says Lacey.

He freaks out and can’t process it. But he covers-up for it by seeming genuinely sexual and evil in a sassy, defiant way that appeals to people.

“But it’s real!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

Def