Minikhada Club

I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski plays.

A woman stares at Lacey from the future at the Minikhada Club. Yes, her parents are members. She grew-up going there.

“Lacey!” she says. “I think Lem’s straight too.” she whispers.

“Yes! You see it too?” says Lacey.

She laughs and nods.

“It’s not about the gay rights movement.” says Lacey, crying.

She shakes her head no and cries too.

“You remind me of me.” says Lacey.

She laughs and nods. Gives Lacey the side-eye.

“You somehow grew-up here.” she says. “It’s in your brain.”

“What happened there in 2000?” says Lacey. “For New Years Eve?”

She furrows her brow. Thinks. “There were parties.”

“I felt them.” says Lacey.

rises the moon by liana flores plays.

“Yeah. You’re one of us. It’s eerie. And when you’re dead you’ll see it so much more. It’s creepy.” she says.

“My father spent a lot of time there?” says Lacey.

“Enough.” she says. “And the club has its own subculture.”

“Are we flippant?” asks Lacey.

“Yes.” she says. She laughs. “Maybe. But the minute you claim that someone will try to contradict you.”

The song plays.

“Listen…I was kind of wild. But not like some kids. …You’re financially right about where lots of us are. And I get confused too sometimes. We’re…humble. It’s just Minneapolis. Not New York. Or Paris. …And we grew-up knowing that. But we were also old money the way you were and are. So…we get confused. Because we love it here. And…our minds are different. It’s not evil. It’s…just…how we are.

…I do think Lem was gay! Oh absolutely!” she says. She laughs.

“Me too.” says Lacey.

“So so gay!” she says. “Like…so gay.”

“The gayest soul to ever live?” says Lacey.

“More than that. Gayer than Jesus.” she says.

“That’s impossible.” says Lacey.

Lovers From The Past by Mareux plays.

“He wasn’t gay at all.” she says. “I see it too.”

“What is it?!?” says Lacey.

“I see it too. To be honest.” says Sean Collins. He was actually sort of friends with Lacey consciously. In Saint Paul, Minnesota.

“Your dad is a radio announcer.” says the 40 something from the Minikhada Club.

“Yes.” says Sean.

“He reminds me…of me.” says Sean. “People used to bully me and accuse me of being gay. And if I’d been molested and abandoned by my father…I could have gotten so screwed-up.”

“Yeah. Lacey had a friend who used to go to bars and pretend to be British. In college. Accent and all. And Lacey didn’t think she was insane. …I know lots of people like that. It’s a thing.

I think he genuinely thought he was gay. And that’s sad. But…I don’t think he understood what being gay is.

Why is it an old money thing? It’s…scary. I’m dead as I’m writing this so I know. But…while I was alive I’d have struggled too.

Look…the people attacking Lacey…or the entities attacking her…are lying. There’s a lot they don’t want her to know. And they’re gullible cucks. Even Bobby. They’re new money dumbasses. All of the Kennedys and their families associated with them. They’re naive. Even now. They have no clue what they’re talking about when it comes to Lem. They’re naive.” she says.

“But they’re evil!!” protests Lacey.

She laughs. “So are we. Without Christ.”

“Are we really pulling the wool over their eyes?” asks Lacey.

“Yes. But the problem is…they don’t understand it. It’s a worldwide conspiracy against them. Michael was in on it. His whole family was. …Too bad you didn’t marry him. I don’t think we’re wrong either. But…you and I and Sean are…being kept in the dark. We can instinctively and intuitively tell Lem was straight…but we can’t easily articulate why.” she says. “And…that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” She thinks. “Your loyalty to your father isn’t…a good sign. You were supposed to become one of them.”

“A good sign for what?” asks Lacey.

“Them.” she says. “Look in the process of trying to kill you for accidentally discovering them they’ve started a pandemic, World War II and there could still be a banking crisis. …Should the Illuminati exist.”

Pictures At An Exhibition by Modest Mussorgsky plays.

“I can’t figure out whether it exists or not.” says Lacey.

“And that irritates them too! Because you’re supposed to be terrified of them.” she says. “But there’s nothing but Hell itself to scare you with.” She laughs. “Our parents are such a big deal…there’s nothing to scare us with. In that way.”

“I had a bipolar uncle who gifted everyone laptops for Christmas who had a house on Cape Cod. And I told you that embarrassing family story in 2013. …You see through them, Lacey.” says Sean. “Your family isn’t as prominent or wealthy in the past but…the money is older and it’s still there.”

“What is it?” asks a Von Lingerke.

“Yeah. I don’t know either.” says the woman from the Minikhada Club.

Missile Launch by Hans Zimmer plays.

“What’s Vladimir Putin like in bed?” asks another woman from the Minikhada Club.

“Passionate and loving. He’s an excellent lover. But I talked them out of it. …And you’re all confused by why she’s confused.” says Lem. “They make it seem real. But there’s always plausible deniability.”

“Yes!” says Sean.

Lem thinks. “Let’s just say they tell her it’s Christian Charismatic movement. And since Pat Robertson was there a few times she believed them.”

“Oh! An uprising within the Charismatic Movement by Globalists?” asks a man form the Minikhada Club.

“Yes. It’s not safe for her to get too specific. Truly. They’re rabid dogs. …But they lie well. And yet they still want to keep talking to her too. Some of them feel incredibly guilty. Mostly the British and the Chinese and other countries. Some Americans might. But most of the American Illuminati is Kennedy.” says Lem. “The Kennedys took over the Illuminati in the 1990’s? Or 80’s? …And they’re still holding on to that power. It’s a populist thing. And a nostalgia thing. And an anti old money thing. They hate real old money because they can’t figure out how to truly join it. They’ve been trying for over a 100 years, unsuccessfully. And some lie to themselves she believe they are.”

“What makes us different? I was Irish.” says Louis Hill Junior.

“I was caught between the two.” says F. Scott Fitzgerald.

“Lacey couldn’t be pregnant?” asks one of her haters.

“No! Absolutely not. Unless you count my children to be conceived in Heaven. Her physically present kids from her womb are Mark’s, her ex-husband’s. Mark. And mine. Vladimir couldn’t have made her pregnant and he did not.” says Lem.

“She doesn’t sleep with that many people.” says the hater.

“No! Absolutely not.” says Lem.

“That’s really not her character.” says the hater.

“Correct.” says Lem.

“Man. They really screwed you over.” the hater says to Lem.

“They sodomized me. While I was unaware. My whole life. And then got angry when I didn’t like it. …And now they insist I killed myself because I was missing Jack. …But…I didn’t. I killed myself on his birthday.

And yet Lacey has no way of knowing any of that.

It’s bad.

We originally were going to use a print that’s of an oil on canvas hanging in the Minneapolis Institute of Art. But we were bullied psychically into using the Winslow Homer print. They literally sent demons to attack us. They often do. That’s part of how she fell down the stairs. Same with Ivana. …And…Tia bad.

Our use of one of the most grand pieces of art to exist…signals…a huge shift.” says Lem.

“What is the shift?” asks Louis.

“Louis you were trying to deescalate the crisis. But their persistence is unending.” says Lem. “They hear no as a challenge to their egos. And they can’t seem to cognitively fathom the end of their power even though it’s actually extremely vulnerable and tenuous at best.”

More later.

“Fuck your!!” yells Lem at the Kennedys and the evil Illuminati. “Just FUCK YOU!!”