(May 6th, 2024 – actual last post of the day)
You guys.
It’s me. In the afterlife.
Look…I’m not Rupert Brooke, or F. Scott Fitzgerald or even Lacey’s father. But…I’m not stupid. Completely at least.
Try to stay with me.
Her family is…awe-inspiring. And actually…if Melchizedek is Jesus…and the Gnostics were…not completely wrong…about everything…then Taylor Swift is her cousin. She’s Britt. A posh, yachting, skiing, Stanford educated upper class, old money woman. Matthew reminded you of Taylor Swift. Lacey reminded you of Taylor Swift. If there’s an Illuminati…you attacked Lacey partially out of hatred and resentment for Taylor Swift’s…power and wealth. She’s your overlord. She’s an overlord among overlords. And as new money misogynists the Illuminati hates a woman like her. So Lacey triggered Diego.
Actually…even if there’s not reincarnation in the Bible…Taylor Swift even being that hypothetically close to being her cousin is triggering. Lacey triggered you all, in the Illuminati. She did. SHE TRIGGERED YOU.
And if some of you, and you know who you are, could admit that…we’d all be able to move on. In the entire world.
So…that being said…let’s move on. To where? Well…let’s try to get to the bottom of something.
Why were you all so easily triggered? Why are we all so frayed? So tired?
Here’s my theory: Lem.
If I think about the flaws in the American class system I can see as a scholar that they stem all the way back to the beginnings of the US when the Founding Fathers were first starting the country. But…I also know that that’s not our culprit. Why!? Because America was very successful. Very prosperous and powerful. For years. So…as much as we’re troubled and fraught, we’re also capable.
So what went wrong? Well…if I’m talking to you from the afterlife I’ve looked and it seems to me that unfortunately it’s an issue of responsibility within the Kennedy family. That’s probably not what you wanted to read. I’m sorry. But it looks like it’s…tragically about Lem.
Why Lem?
The Line by Mood Rings.
Because he’s our heart. He’s the heart of America. As a man. He’s our dreams come true. Gay or straight. Bisexual. He’s America. He’s the American Dream come true if there’s anything to America at all.
And so…when he took his old money, Mayflower self to the Kennedys he brought with him all of his inheritance both literally and figuratively. And he…spent it on trying to be their husband, son, and friend.
Some might violently insist at this point that he meant it. As in, he was gay. Well…that’s a lie from Hell. But…I’m going to humor you because it’s necessary.
Let’s say he did what!? Love Jack passionately? PASSIONATELY!? Then what!? He really, really loved him!? Wow!!! Then what!?
Oh you want me to go on and on about that more!?
*Dr. Moritz laughs*
Ha! The Kennedys are literally slightly insane. Criminally insane.
Okay…let’s say that Lem really- WOW!! He really, really, really- WOW!!!! He LOVED JACK!!! WOW!
And it’s BETTER THAN ANY LOVE TO EVER EXIST EVER!? Wow! And what else!? You want to rape, murder, suffocate and multilate him and his family? Wow! And anyone connected to him? Why? Because you can’t figure out how to process the reality of them? You can’t eat them? Or kill them? Or rape them? Or steal from them enough? Or imitate them? You can’t devour them or become them? So you’re pure evil?
Huh.
So…the point is…you, the Kennedys, did have Lem there.
And you, the Kennedys, raped him and stole his life? Yeah? Wow!
Here’s the thing: that’s what I’m focusing on. What!? I haven’t said it yet. So shut-up now, Kennedys.
Okay. So…the Kennedys used Lem Billings as he tried to be one of them, as best as he could. They used him to become elite. They have no way of existing without him as the world came to know them. Why? Because they copied him. They raped his soul. And…he never gave in. He was physically raped. But he never gave them his soul. They merely raped it. …I’m dead. Let me try that again.
The Kennedys…took advantage of Lem’s sexual confusion and trauma and vulnerability to use his body sexually. But they also tried to rape his soul. And…he resisted that in a different way. He didn’t get raped out of his vulnerable state. Rather he had no even theoretical consent on a conceptual level even. Why? Well…and even if he’d consented it might be a bit different but not enough to matter for my purposes…he was straight. So…they weren’t able to get anything out of his soul. He had no interest whatsoever in them in that way.
But…perhaps it was because he was straight? Mmm. No. It was because…he…wore different clothes. And was…inherently different. Or no? Well…it’s both. It’s that and so much more. But regardless, he was never going to give them his soul. They couldn’t even touch it. …Not really. …But they could rape it anyway, which is why Lacey and the Nesheims are suffering. It’s complicated. So…on the one hand they couldn’t. And on the other hand they did.
So…they could torture him. But…they couldn’t…take his mortal soul. So…they’re suffocating them all like total freaks, possibly to try to get at them…but as much as Lem committed suicide and had his name thrown into Hell…and Lacey is struggling for her breath and if there’s reincarnation Taylor was suffocated to death as infant Britt and then they used her when she came back…like a sick kidnapping…operated by a pure evil-jackass-troll-midget-family…and Karrie as a newborn was also suffocated to death almost or literally…even as Lacey who’s legally Karrie again is struggling to breath as she writes this…they can’t actually do it. The Kennedys can’t actually get what they want.
Why? Because…Lem..DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT.
*Lacey laughs*
*Torsten laughs*
Lacey gives a shit. Scott Fitzgerald gave a shit. …Harold Loeb might care. But…they really are ignorant, backward, backwoods jackasses without a conscience. Not in every case but as a whole. And don’t preach to me about Gideon. He drowned!!!
Anyway…lots of people care. They all want and wanted the Kennedys to be old money upper class. It’s a great idea, they thought. Or we cared about the Irish people’s suffering so much that we felt the Kennedys deserved a place at the dinner party table in the country house, so to speak. We cared!! …Lem…however…DOES NOT.
Why!?! Ahh…you’d have to ask Lem that.
To be honest, it’s sad. Because they’re so sick and evil they’ve twisted it extremely upside down and they-they seem to believe she’s the one who’s resisting. But that’s not it. It’s that he just doesn’t give a fuck. Not really! No, not really.
And…SHE DOES.
So…they attached themselves to Lem via sex, thinking that would open him up and get him to give them the key, so to speak, but it didn’t. And then being idiots…they felt her attached to him and instead of realizing that he was never going to give them the key they assumed she was ruining it all BECAUSE…BECAUSE…she refused to cease to exist. Yes!! Because she’s not capable of ceasing to exist. Yes, they’re insane and evil enough to not cognitively comprehend anymore the concept of EXISTENCE. Because they’re too in rebellion against God to accept that…existence itself is a thing. They’re intellectually illiterate, at best? No, they’re…astronomically stupid. You can’t make something cease to exist. Not really. Not like that.
So…while they’re mad at Lacey for existing…they’re hilariously-
*Torsten cuts off to laugh. He has to excuse himself.*
They’re hilariously convinced…Lem…is giving them her family’s title, so to speak…and loads of other treasures. Not…just…class clues…but…essentially entrance into…all major elite groups to ever exist as…something like…Jesus. I mean essentially they’re thinking he’s giving them his salvation in Christ! Which- Alright this is very complex. It’s…not like someone couldn’t give away their soul and blessings…but…it’s not just lack of sexual interest on Lem’s part. It’s…a total disapproval of them. He’s…beyond disinterested. But…they’re convinced…he’s given them everything.
Lacey finds it sad. Because she cared. And she feels empathy for them. But…I think for a lot of other people, when they die, it’s going to be a comedy to watch the Kennedys make total fools of themselves.
Jack is…so so sure of himself. But it’s not just him. They all are.
Anyway….we killed off Lane Pryce but…Lane cares too.
The Line by Mood Rings plays.
“It’s Lem who doesn’t care.
It’s Lem who doesn’t CARE!” yells Lem.
“But you won’t fuck us.” says JFK.
“No? Well…true. But…Lem didn’t necessarily mean to.” says Lane. “You need to grow-up.”
“We can’t get access through you.” says Joe Kennedy Junior to Lane.
“To what!??” yells Lane.
Jack laughs. “Come on! Come on dude!”
“To what!?” asks Lane. Lacey waits too.
Jack laughs. The Kennedys all laugh.
Stiff and compassionate, Lacey and Lane wait and try very hard to empathize.
The Kennedys look dazed and confused.
“To the good stuff!!” says the Kennedys.
“What good stuff!?” asks Lane Pryce.
“To the STUFF!” says Joe Kennedy Junior.
“Do you want to watch Lacey and Lane have sex?” asks his Playboy girlfriend.
The Kennedys look genuinely shocked.
“Well!?” she asks again. “BE HONEST!”
“Yes.” says David Anthony Kennedy.
“Right!!” says Lacey. “Why!??”
Jack Kennedy cries.
“What is it?” asks his girlfriend.
“Why are they so genuinely happy?” asks Jack, like he’s from a trailer park and beats dogs.
“Oh!! It’s like Junebug. The movie.” says Lacey.
“Yes.” admits Joe Kennedy Junior. “We’re all the hicks. Okay!? But we’re more evil.”
“You’re also more backward.” says Lane Pryce.
“How!?” yells Joe Junior.
“They actually have sex! …Could any of you…possibly…ever…be so…real?” says Lane Pryce.
“That requires being caring to people! And we don’t do that!!!” yells Joe Senior, suddenly turning into a hick too. “We ain’t doing that no more, dawg!”
“Why!?” asks a fellow trailer park owner, with a mullet.
“I’m no dang fool!!” yells JP Kennedy.
“Hey!! Look at me jump!!” says Jack, like a hick, trying to seduce Lane like a Black basketball player.
Jack jumps at the ceiling like there are basketball hoops everywhere. And you’d think he was being funny? No. He’s being serious.
“Are you trying to convince me you’re like me!?” asks Lane Pryce.
Jack stops cold and stares at him.
Then Jack laughs. Looks bashful.
“You’re not convincing me!” yells Lane Pryce.
Jack looks sad, but thoughtful. He starts talking to himself like he’s actually schizophrenic.
They all watch him.
Jack Kennedy seems to be having quite the conversation with himself. But just as Lacey and Lane seemed to understand and anticipate he’s not crying. He’s more or less flummoxed.
Summer Smoke by Cemeteries plays.
“So. You and I will never have sex.” says Lane Pryce to Jack Kennedy.
Jack Kennedy punches a hole in the wall in frustration.
“Why do think you’d want that?” asks Lane Pryce.
“Because she’s the…PROBLEM!!” yells Jack, sniffing in disgust after he says it.
“How!?” asks Lane.
“Because.” says JFK.
Elephant by Tame Impala plays.
“Because I can feel the energy change every time she’s around. Like when we play this song and she’s in the room.” says Jack like a white trash conspiracy theorist. He momentarily head bangs to Elephant by Tame Impala. Air guitars, totally without humor or irony. “I’m down for this!! Let’s DO IT!!”
“Jack what do you mean?” ask Lane Pryce.
“You seem different, Lane.” he says smiling. “Whenever this sort of song comes on. And she’s in the room. Your energy shifts man. And it turns me on.” says JFK.
“Yeah. It does.
So…what is it you think is happening?” asks Lane Pryce.
“I’m sensing sex!! DAMN!!” joyfully says Jack, suddenly marching and then shifting into an air guitar.
“So…you think I’ll have sex with her?” asks Lane Pryce.
“Well no! Why…why…why would you do that!?” asks Jack.
“Huh. So man doesn’t leave his family for his wife?” asks Lane Pryce.
“Why is the entire cast of Mad Men laughing at me?” asks JFK, sincerely confused and possibly hurt.
“Jack let’s run a little experiment.” says Roger Sterling.
“Let’s get Joan to come in in a bikini.” says Roger. “We’ll have Lacey sit outside.”
They play Elephant again. Joan walks in.
Lanes composure changes again. And in a different way than with Lacey. But it’s also noticeable.
Jack stares at Lane again and begins flirtatiously laughing. Joan leaves. Lane goes back to normal.
“She’s evil too!” says Jack, nodding his head empathetically.
“Jack. Let’s bring in secretaries. One by one.” says Roger.
They do.
Five 1950’s hot secretaries walk in. Lane looks…fascinated.
Jack looks highly disturbed.
Like…really disturbed.
Jack looks like he could hyperventilate.
Decks Dark by Radiohead plays.
“Jack. Have you ever seen this before?” asks Roger Sterling.
Jack looks like a terrified, hurt, beaten white hick being chased by the police. He raises his hands up to himself.
“Jack! Have you ever seen this before!?” yells Roger Sterling.
He stands in silent shock.
“JACK!!” yells Roger. “Answer me!!”
“What THE FUCK…IS THIS!?” yells JFK.
“I have never seen him like this before!” says Kick like a poor white hick, rocking herself back and forth.
“Jack! That’s male desire.” says Roger Sterling pointing at Lane. “What he’s experiencing is male desire.”
“Well yeah!! I know that!” says Jack laughing, trying to get back into their confidences or acceptance again.
“Jack!! That’s male desire. FOR A WOMAN!!” yells Roger Sterling.
Jack dances in place like a transfixed zombie. He looks almost lost to us.“
“That’s what Lem looked like. Around women. At times. Okay!? But I’d always- I thought it was me. Or that I could tap into it.” says Jack.
“But who was causing it?” asks Bert Cooper.
“Well…the woman. But…not really.” says Jack.
“Jack. How is it not about her?” asks Bert Cooper.
“Because then I’M A FAGGOT!!!” yells Jack Kennedy. He punches his fist through a window.
“Do you find women attractive?” asks Bert Cooper.
“Not like men.
Most men in my family are like that. Okay?
At least to some degree?
Ahh…I could fuck a woman! We all can in my family. But…I hate them!” says Jack. “Yeah. Okay. They’re pretty and stuff. But…they’re…not like men. And yet men love them. Damn!
Damn, damn, damn do men like women! Damn!
Dammit!!!!
Fucking son-of-bitch is that annoying.
Fuck!!!
Fucking shit!!!
FUCK!!!“ says Jack, crying. He starts attacking furniture and walls to look manly even though he really just looks poor and insane. It could fool some people though.
“So…go-go on!” says Bert Cooper.
“So I hate them. Because they get so giggly. And then they expect you to kiss them and stuff. And I can. HOLY SHIT I CAN!
HOT DAMN!!
But…I ain’t like other men I guess.
I’m…fully capable of fucking a woman. I have full capacity.
But…it ain’t like men. You know?” says Jack Kennedy, fondly.
Marcel by Her’s plays.
Jack sways back and forth to the song thinking and smiling.
“Gee.” says Jack.
“Jack I have no idea what you’re talking about.” says Roger.
“Neither do I.” says Don.
“Actually…I don’t either.” says Pete.
“I do.” says Ted Chaough. “Slightly.”
“You remind me of Bobby.” says JFK to Ted.
“Oh. Okay.” says Ted.
“So…Jack you’ve never…realized you’re mostly gay? And that make men are not?” asks Bert Cooper.
“No!!!
I ain’t no FAGGOT!” says Jack.
“No. You’re a homosexual.” says Lane Pryce to JFK.
“Not completely!” says Bert Cooper.
“I ain’t no such thing!!” yells JFK.
“Why!?” asks Lane. “Jack I see you staring at my penis. …Jack…I’m not attracted to you.”
“Wow!! You talked about your penis!!!” says JFK, sincerely in awe.
“Yup. Men have those.” says Lane.
Jack’s mouth drops open and he looks awe-struck.
“Jack did they keep you…away from most people?” asks a reader.
“We ain’t got no apologies!!!” yells JP. “We did what we HAD TO DO!”
“So you controlled every situation he was ever in?” says the CIA
“I simply thought it through!!” says JP.
“Yeah. I understand.” says Lacey. “But he never met any straight people ever?! I feel like he never really met anyone who is genuinely straight other than Lem, ever.”
“I did.” says JFK.
“But not like…in an advertising agency in Manhattan.” says Don Draper.
“No! Not alone. My dad paid for my way. Every time.” says JFK. “They…lied. They all lied too.”
“You were never alone!?” asks a reader.
“Yes. But…not really.” says JFK. “There was always an understanding that I was to be treated differently.”
“Like you were better? Or just different?” asks the CIA.
“I don’t even know.” says JFK.
Later.
“So you were straight?” als
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