Lem didn’t take the photos in the snow with Jack on his own volition. Jack orchestrated and posed them in every photo. Jack was always the sexual instigator. Because Jack was bisexual and Lem was straight.
Daydreaming by Radiohead plays.
And as sad as that is…what’s proving most problematic for Lem is proving that he cares about Lacey. Why?
“She has an exquisite sadness.” Lem said years ago.
Yes, Lem. But it’s real. And as sad as he was in his childhood at times and as deeply sad as he was as an adult he was never as sad as she’s been her whole life.
I was. Scott was. Scott certainly was. But Lem was blessed with a happy nature.
And while Lacey loves him and wants him to be happy…she can’t stand him. Why? Because it’s sickening. And so when Jack took those photos in the snow Lem was…mutilated. As much as a man can be. As deeply as any human can be. Because he loves her profoundly and she…can’t feel…almost ANY of it.
Jack assumed, just like David Pitts that…Lem…wouldn’t care. That Lem could be altered into a real homosexual over time. That he’d learn to genuinely enjoy his captivity. And the Kennedy spin machine has violently insisted it’s real, even though it isn’t. They’ve lied and withheld information suggesting Lem was angry at them all and straight. But that information does and did exist. Who still has it? A few of Robert’s kids. Ethel. Possibly Caroline. Maybe nobody else. Because they’ve lied so adamantly.
I stand with Lacey and watch Lem in the snow. He’s playing as teenage boys do, with Jack.
She sees him smile and laugh.
Hurt somehow, “Can you imagine being that happy?” she says to me.
I laugh. “No. Not anymore.”
“What is he so happy about?” asks Lacey.
“He knows you love him.“ says Harold Loeb.
“Why in the world would that make him happy?” asks Lacey.
“Fuck! America is shot to Hell in this moment.” says a Abraham Lincoln. “We can very possibly not recover from this sort of injury.”
“That’s vile!” says Lacey.
“I should have never been born!” Abraham Lincoln says to Lacey, crying.
“Why?” asks Harold Loeb.
“I was too weak!” says Lincoln. “The south needed more of a correction. Jack is the worst of the south. He’s the heart of every of the worst evil slave holders to ever exist.”
“FUCK!!” yells Bobby Kennedy Junior. “FUCK YOU!!!” he yells at JFK in the afterlife. “FUCK YOU!!!!”
Jack is too evil and heartless and high on Saran to care. He smiles stupidly. Blank.
Lacey’s bored. “This won’t mean anything to them. They’re probably too stupid.”
“She’s right.” says a man who died on the bridge in Maryland.
“Oh look! I have a Dollar Tree pencil!” says Lacey drooling, holding it up in the air. She grins and giggles.
The man who died on the bridge in Maryland laughs with her.
“That’s them.
They don’t ever seem to comprehend…almost anything.” says Lacey.
“True.” he says.
“Is Lem one of them?” asks Lacey.
“No!!” says God.
“Why is he so happy!?” asks Lacey.
“You guys she’s never going to understand.” says a female reader. “Because she’s never been loved. And men and women have lied to her too much. And Jack…and his family didn’t think there was enough…because Lem’s still straight.” She chuckles. “So…they’re attacking her…to make him straight.”
“She’s the one keeping him straight!!” says Joe in 1997.
Jack nods in agreement.
“HOW!?” says the female reader.
“She’s evil.” says Kathleen Kennedy.
“HOW!?” asks the female reader.
“She’s an ugly bitch?” says JFK.
“No. Why really?” asks the woman.
“Because she’s better than us.” says Kathleen, sadly.
Jack nods sadly.
“Then why don’t you just let me be with Lane, for instance. Not that I’m saying I should be.” says Lacey.
“Because then you’d be happy!! And we can’t let that happen!” says JFK, as if he’s holding the power of the cross of Christ.
“Jack. That makes no sense!” says the reader. “You’d want her to move on!”
“That’s what they all say. But I know better!!!” says JFK.
Kathleen nods.
“You know what else!?! If she’s reincarnated she’s a Scottish aristocrat!” says Ted. “And you know what that means for the Irish people.”
“Yup! See!” says JFK. “I’m not going to stand for it!”
“That’s not British history, Jack.” says the CIA.
“No. It is.
The Scottish destroyed Ireland. It was them.
And the English did…hurt…Ireland. Okay!? But…not as much.” he says.
“Jack are you being serious?” asks a reader.
“Ahh…I’ve never looked into it.
When I used to write smart stuff while I was alive it was after a lot of research. And some of that work was not mine.
Umm…yeah. Yeah. I think Scotland was the country that truly oppressed the nation of Ireland.” says JFK.
“That’s not…possible. He’d know that’s not true!!” says living Ireland.
“Well…Scotland is tougher than England. So…it must have been them. Secretly. Financing it. Or maybe orchestrating it, somehow.” says JFK.
“Jack…you weren’t straight. Do you know that?” asks a reader.
“Yeah?” says JFK.
“So you only kind of do?” says a reader.
“What!?” says JFK.
“So you think you were straight!?” says a reader.
He thinks. “No! I was quasi-straight.”
“Mmmkay.” says a living gay man.
“Jack…I doubt Scotland was the instigator.” says Harvard.
“Okay. If you say so.” says JFK, scoffing.
“So we never oppressed you all?” asks Lord Mountbatten.
“Not like Lacey!!!” says Kick. “I married into the English aristocracy.” She sounds so sure. “I married into the family. They ain’t that bad, y’all!”
“Yup!” says JFK.
“Huh.” says a reader. “That’s not historically accurate.”
“That’s what you think.
But…see…you gotta look at the context. I’ve learned that by listening to Lacey’s arguments about Lem. And other people’s. …It all makes sense.” says Jack.
“Yup!” says Rose Fitzgerald.
“So you think secretly Scotland was behind all Irish misery.” says King Charles III.
“Hey why not!?” says JFK.
“So you think the IRA killed us by mistake?” asks England.
“I think they were terrorizing the English, unnecessarily. The English were good. Good people. It’s…the Scottish who sucked shit. To put it bluntly.” says JFK.
“That’s not true.” says Harvard. “Although you almost have me wondering.”
“Yeah. Look into it!!” says JFK.
“So no. That’s impossible.” says Oxford.
“You would say that. England always does whatever Scotland wants. Stupid niggers.” says JFK, shaking his head. He laughs, thinking he’s made a great joke.
“Jack. Are you being serious?” asks a reader.
“Yup.” says JFK. “I SEEN IT!”
“Jack…that’s not accurate.” says China.
“Okay.
But maybe you should look into it!!” says JFK.
“We don’t need to. We already know.” says China.
“Ha! I change it. You’ll see it my way!” says JFK.
“Doubtful.” says China.
“This could go on for a while.” says Lacey.
“That’s right, LOSER!!!” say the Kennedys to Lacey. “We’re gonna make it go…on…FOREVER!!! NIGGER!”
“She’s more white than you.” says Egypt.
“But Egypt is in Africa. So you were there. Not me!!!” says Jack.
“Jack…that doesn’t make them Black.” says God.
“Then why are they in Africa?” says JFK, suspiciously.
“That’s not how it works.” says Tsar Putin. “I’m not Asian.”
“That’s what you say! But I know you’re a chink.” says JFK, laughing and chewing gum to look sexy.
“No!! He’s not Asian!” says Vietnam.
“Nah. He Asian! He Asian boy!” says JFK, laughing.
“No. We’re not Asian.” says the Romanovs.
“NO!! YOU ARE!!!!” shrieks JFK.
“Jack. No. We’re not.” says Russia.
“Then Lem is not gay.
What am I going to do, you guys!??” says JFK, panicking.
“Jack.
What are tensions?” asks a curious Boomer.
The Clock by Thom Yorke plays.
“What? You got them too.” says JFK.
“Mmm. What are they?” asks the Boomer.
“It’s like a sensation…that originates in a penis. It’s annoying. It’s just a form of tension.” says JFK. “Like when you’re nervous. I feel weird in my tummy when I’m nervous. Or…a headache. Or a toothache.”
“You’re comparing sexual desire to a toothache.” says the Boomer.
Jack looks confused.
“Jack. That feeling in your penis is sexual desire.” says a reader.
“No!
Sexual desire is in your imagination.” says Jack. “You have to think of it.”
“But you feel it in your penis.” says the Boomer.
“No. That’s a tension.
It’s okay. It’s goes away when you get the semen out. It’s like popping a pimple.” says JFK. “You have to pop the pimple.”
“But then the pimple comes back.” says the Boomer.
“Yeah. Okay.
I’m a very sick man!!” says JFK.
“No. Jack…that’s how we all are.” says the Boomer.
“That’s not true. I worse than anyone. …You’d say that!!” says JFK. “I’m a sex fiend.”
“Jack…you don’t have tensions. That’s sexual desire.” says a Boomer.
“No!!!” says JFK, crying.
“Jack. Why is that a tragedy?” asks a Gen. X woman.
“I tell you why!!!
Because…I have worse tensions around Lem. And Red. And Rip. And lots of my friends. I get so tense. …Always. And it never go away. Every time!
…I try to be cool. But it gets bad. And I feel…troubled by it. Super painful! Damn.
And I try to make it go away…but it…stay.
So…Lem helped me out. But…now he’s mad about it.
And I just don’t know what I’m going to do.
It’s so sad. Right? But it’s just a tension. Right?” says JFK.
“No. That’s part of your orientation.” says a gay Republican.
“That’s what you think!” says JFK.
“I’m sorry I was so happy.” says Lem to Lacey.
“You know I’m glad you were.” says Lacey.
“Yes. But then…you’re not. So…I can easily screw you.” says Harold to Lacey. “Lem. It’s a mess.”
“That was not me last night.” says Lane.
“Are you going to fuck her?” asks God.
“Should I!?” says Lane.
“What difference does it make!?” says JFK, laughing. “It is all good. Lem and I have fun.”
“Do you?” asks a reader.
“Yeah!! He’s always laughing!” says JFK. “Happy man!! And I make him beautiful.”
“He was handsome before you met him.” says Lincoln.
“No! I make him BETTER.” says JFK, laughing. “I make him prettier with my cock in his mouth.”
“Huh. I don’t think so.” says the CIA. “Umm…so he’d bend over and suck your cock, begrudgingly and then what?”
“We have fun.
Sometimes I try to get him hard…so he can fuck my asshole. But he’s not good at sex. …So he not get hard. And then other times…we…play games. He sings. …We pull pranks. *Jack laughs* Ahh…he not get so hard. It’s a problem. But that’s okay. I not often put my dick in his asshole either. He doesn’t like that. And he get mad. …He say he okay though.
I am not homosexual. …I will not suck his cock. And I will not do penis in the butthole. Not often. If ever.
…But he not mind. He say he don’t want it. But then he act hurt. Why? …Because he is…so sure I am homosexual.” says JFK.
“But he didn’t even want it?” asks a reader.
“No! …Who cares!? Not him. He prefer it that way.
But…he mad I’m lying.” says JFK. “Except I’m not lying!!”
“So he didn’t realize he doesn’t want it?” asks a reader.
JFK is confused.
“I knew I didn’t want it. But I never analyzed it. I just was angry.” says Lem. “I never realized- I knew he’d rape me if he was openly gay.”
“I AM NOT GAY!!!” yells JFK. “I WAS NOT GAY!!”
“Then why don’t you spend the day with Lem…not having sex. And let those tensions be. No touching of each other’s bodies at all. And see what happens!!” says a reader.
“Let the tensions build?” says JFK.
“YES. Both of you. Until they explode!!” says a Boomer.
Jack smiles. “SOUNDS SEXY!!” he yells.
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