What Is Love by Haddaway plays. Most straight men of Lacey’s generation can’t dance to this song. Lem included. It’s too close to their natural rhythm. So they just stand there in awe and confusion.
But Lacey has always loved this song. It’s a very Middle Eastern song. It almost sounds like the The Moldau by Smetana in certain parts. Maybe something Indian. And Iranian?
“I’m sexually like…a god.” says Bobby.
“Is that what this song means to you?” asks an Asian man.
“Yeah.
Women come. Women go. I remain unchanged. Different. Tough. Cold…as…ice.
Isn’t that sad?” says Bobby.
“Yes.” says a Boomer in the Illuminati.
“It is…like Hong Taiji. I am…great.
Lem Billings was…in love with me. I heard it. I was told. I didn’t know. *Bobby shrugs*
They had to tell me. I didn’t know. *Bobby laughs*
They had to tell me I was his favorite person ever. *Bobby laughs*
What he had with Jack was special. But…*he stares off* Men grow. They grow with wisdom and courage as they age. And I am…his final reward. …I was a blessing to him. Before death.” Bobby looks very sad.
“I doubt that.” says Louis Hill Junior.
“What? You think nothing happened and that I am gay? And had a crush on him? And that the US media used that to get a salacious story and push acceptance of pedophilia and homosexuality into the American subconscious?” asks Bobby.
“Yes.” says Louis.
“That’s a conspiracy.” says Bobby.
“Bobby…it makes sense. I know him and I know he wasn’t a pedophile or a homosexual.” says Louis.
“Okay. I admit. Nothing happened.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior. He shrugs. “Fine! But…that doesn’t mean he wasn’t madly in love with me.”
“Why?” asks Louis.
Bobby starts laughing maniacally. He bends over laughing. “Have you not understood?”
“Understood what?” asks Louis.
Bobby shakes his head and gives him the side-eye. “I am…well-“ He laughs. “Robert Francis Kennedy. RFK. He was my son.” says Bobby.
“You mean…he was your father?” says Louis.
Bobby stops and thinks. “Yeah.”
“Right.
So you think you have some sway over women?” says Louis.
“Yes. And men.” says Bobby shrugging.
Bobby stands up and dances a bit.
“Everywhere I go, ‘BOBBY!!’ they yell. My whole life.
Really. *He looks serious*
Women…they always wanna fuck me. Even now.
‘BOBBY!!’” says Bobby.
“Do you ever get sick of it?” says Louis.
Bobby thinks. “No.”
“Why not. It’s kind of weird.” says Louis.
“They tell me it’s cool.” says Bobby.
“Who!?” says Louis.
“My friends in the media.” says Bobby.
“The US media has encouraged your infidelities?” says Louis.
Sweet Dreams by Klaas plays.
“Yes. I guess?” says Bobby.
“Yeah. They have.” says Louis.
“I love sex!” says Bobby.
“No you don’t.” says Louis.
“No. It fun! Good time.” says Bobby.
“You hate it.” says Louis.
“No. It’s fun!! Good time!!” says Bobby. “They are my friends!”
“The US media?” says Louis.
“Yeah. They get me!” says Bobby. “I hear all about it.
I come from famous family. And I am a philanderer. Of epic proportions. Big deal. You hear too?“ says Bobby.
“Yes. But did you choose that?” says Louis.
Bobby thinks. “Yes?”
“I doubt it.” says Louis.
More later.
“Casi. Do you still read this blog?” asks the CIA.
“Maybe.” says Casi.
“Have you figured out that you were just jealous of Lacey, for the most part?” asks the CIA.
“Yes.” says Casi.
Later.
“That was such shit!” says Lacey after a video meeting with her endocrinologist.
“She bullied you.” says Lem.
“Dear God. I wish He’d just drop a fucking bomb on my house. I can’t stand the world today.” says Lacey sincerely.
“She was a horrible uppity bitch.” says Lem. “And then asking you, ‘Are you okay!?’ when you took s deep breath from air hunger.” says Lem.
“I told her it was just air hunger.” says Lacey.
“Yeah.” says Lem.
“Did she not believe me or just not care?!” asks Lacey.
“Yeah. She had nothing to say about that.” says Lem.
“He’s was totally ambivalent about everything. I almost wonder if she’s a doctor. She had no response to anything I said.” says Lacey.
“Yeah. She was relieved when you said that you wanted to see another doctor about your hair loss.” says Lem.
“I could die.” says Lacey.
“Yeah. You could. In your sleep.” says Lem. “But she’d never get in trouble if you did. No one works even remotely suspect her of anything. That’s how fucked-up things are today.”
“Hold on!
What did Lacey tell her her symptoms were?” asks a reader.
“We told her that Lacey was a poor, stupid butch lesbian bitch in her subconscious the whole time. And that she needed to dominate Lacey and control her. We do that with all medical professionals she and her family sees to some degree.” says the evil Illuminati.
“That seems safe to you?” asks a reader.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” says the evil Illuminati seriously.
“Because…you’re all scared of her. Remember?” says Bobby.
The evil Illuminati shrugs.
“Look. I have yet to see anything that affects me directly enough to care.” says the evil Illuminati.
“What about the pandemic?” says a reader.
“So what!? That’s not necessarily her. And even if it was…we’re all too narcissistic to give up. How about that?” says the evil Illuminati.
“So…you’d all have to be killed?” asks the American south.
“Yeah. We are that…peculiar. How else do you think we made our money in the last 40 years? We are new money…and our obsessive hustle…is why we got ahead.” says the evil Illuminati. They shrug.
“See! …They are why I honor Hong Taiji.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior. “He is a hero.”
“Yeah. She was weird.” says Lem to Lacey.
“That was traumatic.” says Lacey, sincerely.
End of Beginning by Djo plays.
“She told her doctor that she felt
1. Unusually tired
2. Was losing more hair
3. Had tremors
4. Was unusually stressed-out
5. Had air hunger
And her doctor acted like it was gross. She made an eww face. In response to her sharing her symptoms.” says Lem.
“What the fuck!?” says a reader.
“Yeah. They’ve obsessively isolated Lacey.” says Lem.
“Okay. I get it.
But…umm…how does that work out?” asks a reader.
“If Lacey dies?” asks the CIA.
“Yeah. If Lacey dies!” yells Tucker Carlson.
The CIA shrugs. “We can’t control you all. Not that much.”
“Yeah. But what if you all can actually kill her?” asks Ghislaine Maxwell.
The evil Illuminati shrugs.
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