Jackie Kennedy (IV) (Rated R)

Bow Down by Westside Connection plays.

“I’m gonna fuck er’ up!” says JFK laughing with Lem Billings before his wedding night. High. On meth. “She’s in trouble.”

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See…Bobby Kennedy done fucked her too. Lem did not. But nah…typical Kennedy niggers share their hoes…within the family…and she got her pussy fucked by Bobby and JFK. Look at her. She’s full of secrets. But…maybe not…anyone’s secrets but Bobby.

Did Jack care? Yes! Oh my goodness yes. She was supposed to be faithful to him. He’s a worthless man in that way. Actually he might just be entirely worthless in the end if he’s in eternal Hell. But that requires rejecting Christ.

Anyway…Jackie…didn’t get tripped up in her plan to use the Kennedys when she missionary position fucked her married brother-in-law Bobby. She stayed with it. Right?

Gimme the Loot by The Notorious B. I. G. plays.

She wanted to get high off the money but also she wanted to…be somebody. She wanted…CRED. CREDENTIALS…IN…OUR…WORLD. First Lady!!! THEE First Lady.

Damn.

She had a thing for pirates. She was one.

She liked…stolen goods in her purse, y’all. She was…determined.

But…that wasn’t all. NAH.

Among her under-the-table pozzy possessions…she wanted the American Heart. Jack wanted Lacey’s soul obliterated to the point that it embarrassed Satan. Jack wanted a truly impossible love from Lem Billings. Jack might have wanted some prestige too. US President. US Senator. Other stuff too. Right? But…with a common theme of: WORLD LEADER.

But Jackie wanted..our love. Our public relationship with her. She wanted us. She wanted our hearts. Always.

And that’s where things got ugly. Because…she betrayed us. She sold us out. …She knew how awful they all were from the perspective of a wife and mother in her sane, rational mind but she didn’t care. She promoted their lie. She sold us when we gave her our hearts.

The Yellow Mile by Marika Hackman.

She used us in the end…the most. Because we need leaders. We need love. We’re human.

She violated our souls. She let us worship evil men who…were…malignant narcissists with evil hearts.

“He’s grand.” she said with admiration, about JFK.

The Yellow Mile by Marika Hackman plays.

“Do I look like I give a shit that Jack died? No. I don’t.

I did care.

But Sally lied. Lem cared in a different way. He cared.

I felt…suicidal. But…I eventually just got over him and started fucking my brother-in-law Bobby freely. We had had it in us to have a torrid affair for years.

Once Jack died I had no reason to stop myself. I didn’t give shits about Ethel’s feelings when I screamed Bobby’s name while he was making me orgasm.” says Jackie Kennedy.

I Wanted To Leave by SYML plays.

“No. I didn’t. I wanted to continue with my plan. And with Bobby.” says Jackie.

“When heinous men die. You don’t cry.

Do you?

Whatever.

…I still loved Bobby!” says Ethel in the afterlife.

“He didn’t love you that much.” says Jackie.

“Did he love you?” asks Ethel.

“Yeah. He gave me back my beauty.

And…he did. He loved me. I never felt…used by him. He kept my heart.” says Jackie Kennedy.

Home by Daughter plays.

Do you care?

I do.

Why?

Because she won our hearts.

She made us happy she stole Bobby from poor, ugly, wretched, tired, long-suffering, obsesssive and delusional Ethel Kennedy.

Jackie sold us a lie. Not June Cleaver.

That’s my hypothesis.

June Cleaver is a bloody, sad, messy fallen world heroine straight out of Hollywood. She’s both possible and not possible. She’s…aiming for all of the four loves in traditional, feminine-role form though. Jackie….was aiming for glory.

Einaudi: Walk by Ludovico Einaudi plays.

Jackie stole our hope. Jackie Kennedy stole our hope and we don’t even know it yet. But when you die too…you’ll see it. Just like I am. …Well…if I’m dead, that is…and it’ll wound you. It’ll stab your soul. You’ll wonder why you care.

How could she!?! How COULD SHE!??

Because she was supposed to know.

Or…did she just not exist at all as we knew her?

She was a fraud either way. You can’t garner public admiration and trust that way and then…just…be completely full of it on a deep heart level yourself. Hiding your feelings to create a perfect public impression to make the public love you…passionately. She fooled us. She really did. And then we were supposed to feel sorry for her. Why!?? She’s a liar.

No. It’s clear she needed sex. So…she didn’t know? No. She knew. …But she wanted money and power and vain glory and our undying admiration. More than sex. More than common, truly glorious, real and profound human love Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis wanted…majesty and GLORY.

We trusted her. It’s sick.