Oops I Done It

The Illuminati Satanist element would just like to explain something to the world from America.

(“Winter” from The Four Seasons by Antonio Vivaldi plays for everyone alive in the world but “America”)

Nothin’ by N. O. R. E. plays for the evil Illuminati in the US. It’s not their song. But they don’t know that.

“This is our vibe!” says Max Kennedy. “Not the Nesheims.”

“It’s black.” says Barack Obama to explain. “It’s my vibe too.”

“Yeah! So! See. You’re all liars.” says Max.

“Can it be our vibe?” asks an actual Colombian drug cartel.

“No! It’s white. And black.” says Joe Kennedy I.

“Not Hispanic?” asks Columbia.

“Yes! It’s African.” says Barack Obama. None of his family were slaves, unless you count his denial oneness with Michelle.

“So it’s African, Irish and that’s it?” asks Lacey.

“I take over the world for Japan, nigger.” says JFK. “I don’t need your rap music, bish.”

“So it’s a rap song for Africa? Not Egypt?” asks Lacey.

“The Suez Canal doesn’t separate us. From the Middle East. We aren’t African like a man from Kenya.” says Dodi.

“Why do I always forget that Egypt is where it is?” asks Lacey. “That’s weird.”

“Yes. Nothin’ is…solely for Central Africa and the Irish in America.” says Barack Obama.

“I sang it and created it illegally.” says Noreaga.

“That’s only right to apologize man.” says 50 Cent.

React by Erick Sermon plays.

“This song is ours too.” say the Kennedys dancing at 5 ft. 9. Male. Dockers. Skinny. Small penis.

“Mug me! Mug me! Come on mug me this time.” says a black man in Harlem to David.

They look troubled.

“Nah. See. They just need to go to Africa. That’s the problem.” says Lacey. “On the streets with men. Not women. In Africa. Or in their jungles.”

Hate It Or Love It by 50 Cent plays.

“It’s like Ireland! It’s just different!” Lacey says to JP leading his sons in an African desert. JFK included.

“Losers lose. Winners win.” says Lacey to JP. “Where you winning? Why ain’t you got a guide?”

“I got-I had trouble finding a guide.” says JP.

Nothin’ plays.

“Is it hot?!” asks Lacey.

JP refuses to answer.

Jack faints. Joe looks faint. Ted is enduring. Bobby begged to be shot in the head in the city.

Shortly later Joe faints.

U Not Like Me by 50 Cent plays.

Ted faints.

Joe Kennedy Senior goes on.

Four hours later he’s finally dying. But he’s lost.

JD Rockefeller worries. “Your sons are in Heaven’s custody. When do you die?”

“NEVER!!” yells JP Kennedy.

“Where is he even going?!?” asks Jack Jr..

“Sex!” yells JP.

“With Lacey?” asks Queen Victoria. “Like in The English Patient?”

“No! I’ll dominate her!” says JP, brutally.

“In the desert?!” asks Jerry Seinfeld.

“Yeah! You watch!” says JP. He laughs.

“She’s not even there though Joe.” says Lem.

“Hush! You BASATARD!” says JP.

“I’m sorry. He needs to get the ball.” says Maeve. “It’s his turn.”

“I’ll get the ball!! Oh…I’ll get the ball.” says JP.

“What ball, great grandpa?” asks Saiorse.

“You’re too pretty to be my great granddaughter. You look Norwegian. Who sent you?” asks JP.

“Where are you?” asks Saoirse.

“Af-In-“ he pauses. “Kuwait.”

“Not Africa?” asks Saoirse.

And at that Joe collapses in dry tears.

Still left with some “fight in him” he begins wiggling on the ground like a snake. After wiggling about five to ten feet he faints. In sand. He might be in Libya.

He dies an hour later.

“He was amazing in bed!” says Janet Desrosiers, in love. Seeing him again, in Purgatory should she make it there, she might fall in love yet again.