“The End”

(July 14th, 2024 – Afternoon)

Last night a storm blew through my neighborhood. And it rained. It’s been raining every other day for months now. …It’s part of a trend emerging in the area. Minnesota is getting more wet.

What’s happening is truly terrifying.

And Shannen Doherty died. At 50. 50. …Let’s be real…she wasn’t that young. Lots of people over 40 die of cancer. …But I vividly recall her being a teenager…and feeling like she was so young…and so…popular. …I didn’t necessarily follow her lead at all…but I recall feeling as though I should. She was supposed to be my role model. And now she’s dead. In reality of…what might be slightly natural causes. 50 is beyond middle-age. 50 is old. I’m not some rich, spoiled Boomer who’s determined to make it something it’s not. …50 is old. I’m 40. I’m ten years away from being genuinely old. Not as old as one can be. But old. The start of being truly old.

Things don’t look good.

It’s the possible end of America. Mark my words. We’re close to total collapse. Why? Because of the assassination attempt on Donald Trump. …He’s not a “progressive.” He’s a renegade but he’s not…liberal. Politicians like him aren’t supposed to be targeted in this way. …George Wallace was. But as much as the US media loves to demonize Donald Trump as a crazy ultra conservative according to them…he’s very popular. He’s very, very popular. …George Wallace had a following but if I’m not mistaken it wasn’t like Donald Trump’s. Donald Trump isn’t an outlier. He’s thee leader of his generation in our current era. Let’s be real. Psychologically that was a…very…big…deal. What happened yesterday was huge.

What does that mean? …It’s what I’ve been saying for years now. …There are fault lines in the US. And Pennsylvania is right on an old fault line. It’s no coincidence he was shot there. I mean…Gettysburg.

Jack Kennedy’s assassination was in Texas. Makes sense. The old guard was calling him and his family and what he represented out by killing him. Bobby Kennedy Junior was assassinated in California because, again, his candidacy was somewhat like his brother’s but also he was…a wing of the Democratic Party people found issue with. If there’s a conspiracy, of course. Or perhaps…even if there was not. Psychology is fascinating.

But…yesterday was bad. Why? Because it’s the beginning of a fascist coup attempt…or…it’s a terrible, idiotic attempt to keep power on behalf of the Mainstream Liberal Regime, or…it’s an anarchist coup…or…a Russian maneuver…or…it’s the absolute decay of the United States of America.

Later.

This…is so sad.

So many people love her. She’s a well-respected Boston College professor. An author of many scholarly and well-respected US History books. …But I’m my opinion she’s a fool…a well-intentioned ignoramus…or she’s evil and working for very evil people. …I respect her call to…vote, and…work to be American. Or rather whatever part of it is sincere on her part…but…she’s missing so damn much.

“Take back your power!” she says. And then she calls on people to act…to recreate the American Revolution. …What THE HELL…is she inciting? Armed warfare!? …AGAINST WHOM!? …DONALD TRUMP!? And his supporters? How is that DEMOCRATIC!? *Huge eye-roll*

And then…she absurdly or…in sad ignorance claims over and over and over again that her view…IS THE MAJORITY. She…is brainwashed, brainwashing people…or she really has no clue. …I’m quite certain Donald Trump’s supporters are NOT a MINORITY. …What data is she using!? Or is she just imagining she already knows?

Does she imagine that mainstream Democrats are some…invisible vast majority? It’s…a huge number of people who are actually on his side. Or who side with at some of most popular policies. …I’ve been stunned and scared by the Democrat response of, “Oh! It’s only a small group of ‘mouth-breathing’ hicks who like Donald Trump!” that’s been repeated over and over again since 2016. …Are they en league with Donald Trump? Antagonizing people who support him to give him a reputation? Or are they just…disgusting?

Disgusting? Yes. I’m sorry. Hopefully they’re not. But to me…I can’t think of a better way to describe that kind of foul mindset. …Because it’s almost as if they’re…all…vain…self-promoting…social-climbing…materialistic…shallow…bimbos. …Fools. Immature fools. …Spoiled, power obsessed, narcissistic fools. …Because…they don’t seem to think there ever wrong. Ever. …Or ever evil. Or ever…anything but angelic superheroes. …Who are all fighting with their amazing heartfelt courage…for a…PROFOUND UTOPIA. A…GRAND…Heavenly….paradise. …And…it’s…what? Evil orange-white men like Donald Trump who are keeping them from establishing…something…AMAZING? Or what? …If we could all become androgynous zombies and eat each other without using language or any rule of law we’d probably have Heaven on Earth? …What is their end goal? …Because they seem like…fools. They seem like people who don’t know how to share power with people who…challenge them.

They aren’t at all challenged by purple haired, tongue pierced sluts. They’re challenged by the thought that Lem Billings wasn’t gay. They’re challenged by the thinking of the old aristocracy. Pat Robertson. Donald Trump supporters. Mark Zuckerberg. Vladimir Putin. …Anyone who makes them feel middle class…unattractive…or…deeply mistaken about something they use to feel superior to other people. They’re shallow materialists it seems. And they don’t seem to care…about anyone’s opinion but their own. …How…did they all become so entrenched…in one party!? …It’s astonishing to me. It’s terrifying.

And why the Democratic Party? Why!?! …The former party of the working class. The farmers. The DFL. Come on!!! …What…the HELL?!

Just The Feller by Thomas Newman plays.

…Well…let’s get back to Lem Billings. …It’s entirely possible I’m his “twin flame.” And I’m not JFK. I’ve never been him. …But…my father might be Tom Banks. …And I know his long-term mistress Thelma believed that the authorities turned on Tom Banks when he stopped donating money to the Democratic Party. …Up until then they possibly gave him an inordinate number of free-passes to do whatever he wanted that was illegal. He just had to pay his dues to the DNC. …It’s when he started supporting the GOP financially that he had to go to trial. …He’d been into illegal activity for decades at that point. …Anyway…why did he stop donating money to the DNC?

…Tom grew-up wealthy. …And I suspect he may have been Old Money. …I have to wonder if he felt alienated from the DNC in the late 1940’s or 50’s? …And if so, why?

I’m not sure…but I have hunch…it’s not…commonly discussed history, so to speak. …My hunch is that…he didn’t like…the DNC anymore. …He was a very intelligent man. …And I wonder…if he’d been…on the side of the Democrats for reasons of compassion. And a certain sort of intellectual depth. He was good friends with lots of Old Hollowed stars, remember? But…I wonder if he felt…alienated? …If he’s my father…I can relate.

If he’s my father…I suspect he was…categorized in his youth a…wild, crazy gangster. Right? A real savage. …And the DNC possibly embraced savages even in the early 20th Century. …But…growing-up wealthy, and white…with a personality like mine possibly…he maybe…became…too rich…and…

I am very often misunderstood. …Could he have felt…rejected by the Democrats? …How? …As an Old Money businessman.

See…you’ve heard about the rich old school Republicans who left the GOP for social reasons. But…that’s the common scholarly consensus. Isn’t it? What if…there were some Old Money…liberals…who were…wild in their youth who became more conservative? Right? Like before the Boomers did it. Right? I mean…it’s a thing. Why? …So…what if…Tom did that…but also…

I dunno. There’s something there. In the 1950’s. …And I keep thinking…he felt rejected. …By…people who just…didn’t…get it. …And actually…I wonder if Donald Trump is like that too? …And it seems like more than aging. It seems…like they discovered something wrong with the DNC. …What is it?

See…originally we weren’t supposed to have these two dominant political parties in the US. …So…maybe the DNC is the real problem. But if so…why? …They were the party of the old racist south. …And even though JFK is seen as a racial progressive…he possibly wasn’t really in many ways. Boston itself is historically very racist. …Minnesota can be too…but…I’d argue it’s hardly in the same way. We’re…suspicious. But it’s suspicious of everyone who didn’t grow-up here or who feels like an outsider. …I don’t think we’re actually one of the more racist areas of the US. …Anyway…I think…it’s hard for people like Tom and I to stay liberal as we age. And…yet…that’s evil…to so many people today. Not a majority…but rather…to the most popular people. To the…standard people. The people who tend to love the Dr. Cox Richardsons. And…I think…she’d be horribly intimidated by Tom Banks. I think…they’d cower. And…why? Because he’s…who they want to be. People copy me. People still COPY ME. …Why? Because they…like…what I represent.

But…I am that. So from my perspective…it’s not a competition. It’s…a world where my father was possibly drunk at 88…and my mother was…a failure. A beautiful failure. And my life feels…terrifying. And I’m constantly worried I’m going to die and go to Hell because I’m in love with a ghost.

Fratres (Version for Cello & Piano) by Arvo Part plays.

And…the one man who may love me more than anyone…was a brilliant, eccentric person…who misunderstood himself and believed he was a homosexual. And acted as one. …And I don’t bat an eye. Because to me it makes sense.

Of course. Of course.

…And…”Oh! You’re schizophrenic!!” you yell, seething? “There’s not a competition! I’m not jealous of you at all!!!” you shriek? …Ahh…but to me that’s gaslighting at its finest. …And…I am copied. …I am starred at. I am unusually beautiful. I…just am. …And…anyway…Tom may have been like that too. And…as “open-minded” as the DNC is…it’s…a party that was for many years for the benefit of poor…WHITE PEOPLES. And I’m not poor in any way. And I’m not necessarily racist. …Often…as popular as the Democratic Party’s ideology is…I am deeply antagonized. Especially as I age. Because…it’s political…and politicians lie. …And I don’t think they’re as nice as they pretend to be. Or as loving. …I think they may care about the poor…to a point. But I don’t think they give a shit about me and my family necessarily at all. …And I highly doubt Dr. Cox Richardson would admit that it stand to hear to even hear that. She’d probably act like it was a horrific personal attack on her and all that’s normal, sane decent most likely if I ever said that to her. Or she’d act like I was…a stupid woman. Something. …But the point is…people like her, from my experience, can never hear anything but why they want to hear. Not from adults. Not adults their age. They act like it’s WWII and they’re fighting the good fight if they do. …It’s so offensive. Because it’s not congruent with actual democracy.

No. My father was too stuffy, possibly. At heart. Too…fiscally conservative. Too…what?

“They tried to control me.” says Tom Banks. “The Democratic Party was very controlling. …Republicans understood I was really just a hardened businessman who had a deeply jaded view of the world. …Democrats wanted to make up my mind for me about everything, it seemed. And I resented it.”

“Okay. What about reproductive rights!?” says a woman on the left.

“You can still get safe abortions. They’re just not seen as a Federal sacrament anymore.” says Lacey.

Later.

“Do you hate Dr. Cox Richardson?” asks a woman.

“No! Absolutely not. …I find her sad. …She’s possibly genuinely patriotic. …But she’s…part of a group of people who hate people like me. …I have to walk on eggshells at my doctor thanks to people like her. …They control the popular narrative. And if you upset them it’s no different than the supposedly repressive narrative of the pre-revolutionary 1960’s. …They clutch their pearls too. …But with a sort of peasant-like, inner-city London accent. …Like they’ll smash you over the head with their umbrella and drag you into a basement and torture you. Just for kicks. Just to…amuse their egotistically offended selves. …You know in old England, in the 1800’s there were lots of poor people who were hardened and crass and very cruel. To rich people who were too trusting. …Rich children were often kidnapped? …The American trope about all of the poor being from Mayberry is bullshit. …And that’s the thing.

The DNC is the party of the New Money elite. The poor. The white bourgeois. …And…to a point it represents the racial minorities. To a point.

Republicans are expected to be old sports. Good chaps. Ladies and gentlemen. …And that’s supposedly repressive. …But I don’t experience it that way at all. To me…it’s just who I am. …I’d wear June Clever apparel everyday. …It’s sincerely who I am.

…And there it is.

Lem Billings wasn’t necessarily gay. Red Fay says so himself. …And actually…if I can talk to his ghost…he was seemingly straight. …And I think he’d of liked me in a dress and pearls everyday. Or at least at dinner. …And…I don’t mind that. …That’d be our somewhere. Right? …And if I’m sleeping with him…we’re hardly the sexually backwards, repressed, uptight fools the DNC narrative likes to suggest we are.” says Lacey.

“Yeah. It’s true!

If Lacey Banks…had married Lem Billings…and they’d chosen to live in Philadelphia…they’d have been…so traditional. And happy. And you’d have HATED them. …AND you’d NEVER…NEVER…have assumed he was gay. At all. …AT ALL. …Even if he had acted gay before he married her. …Actually…if he’d married her ever you’d have assumed he was bisexual or…somehow…just…different. …But…that’s not what happened. And as people from lower classes…trying to be accepted…the sort of conversation that would allow for you to consider if he was unusual and…somehow…eccentric…doesn’t happen.

See…posh people, and I was one of them, sat around and judged people. Openly. Back then.

‘Did you hear about Lem!? …You know…he was strange… When I first met him, he was…well… But he’s getting married to some darling young woman from Minnesota now. Just a doll! And I think she’s over the moon for him!’” says a woman from Pittsburgh. “It sounds so…mean. But people talked like that. In polite conversation. In the Old Money upper-class. …We didn’t just sit around and sip tea.”

“Lem…would you have lowered your voice…and quit talking gay entirely?” asks a woman today.

“I did. Regularly. …You can hear it. …It was an act. …Red Fay questioned my homosexuality for a reason. …It was an act.

And see…that’s irritating to have to explain that.” says Lem.

She closes her eyes and nods. “Yeah. Because to you and your Old Money family, including the Banks, homosexuality is a medical condition. Of some sort. …Not a choice. …So…it’s real. And…you either are or your not.

Lacey…does this…seem…like Hell?” she asks.

“How stupid the conversation is?” says Lacey.

“Yeah.” says Michelle Obama.

“Yes!!!

Why are we questioning whether or not homosexuals is a choice!?!? …A CHOICE!?!” says Lacey.

“But to them it is a choice. …Because they don’t understand. …They don’t understand the upper-class ideal. The…man and the woman. …I think maybe Lem was straight. …I’ve analyzed it. And starred hard at his photos. …He could have been straight. For real. …I think I can see it too. And…Michael was bisexual. Right? …I can see that too. …But…he’d of been considered straight. Like Jack! Because…for them…it was a choice.

And I think…it’s a bisexuality confusion. I think the issue of bisexuality is what made us think it was a choice to begin with. And possibly…POSSIBLY…there are many, many more people who were confused like Lem. Okay? Actually confused. …And for Lem…it’s a choice! …He was aroused by WOMEN. …But he chose to…live a gay life…because…he believed it was honorable. …He can’t have been the only person who gave credence to that. …So…confused straight people. Bisexuals. AND…gay people…who enjoyed their other sex spouses. …Maybe they married their closest friends. …Lesbians who married their male pals. Gays who married their favorite female friend. …And they felt…safe. Right? Financially safe. Emotionally safe. …And…they enjoyed parenting together. And…societal acceptance. So…they had reason to believe they were choosing too possibly.

Anyway…not everyone is as ironed out as you and Lem. …Do you really think it’s a class thing? Or an intelligence thing?” asks an Indian man.

“I think the upper class is less inclined to be confused.” says Lacey. “The Old Money anyway. Or was.”

He nods.

“Anyway…it’s likely a mental illness. Or it’s not. …That’s how I see it. And if it’s not…and it’s allowed in Heaven…then they’re just different. That’s all. …And perhaps they need to accept that themselves too.” says Lacey.

“So you feel like it’s obvious Lem was straight. And it’s somehow genetic. Or…a disease. …And we are…backwards?” says a living doctor.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“Yeah. Because…it’s physically apparent somehow.” she says.

“Yes! It’s a…subculture. And they have a cultivated history of making their own mannerisms. …Like their own mannerisms that aren’t genetic. …But…I think they’re obviously not straight before they ever manifest their sexuality through their mannerisms.” says Lacey.

“Really!??” says Casi.

“YES! …Well…men anyway. But I can’t imagine women are for certain not as obvious too.” says Lacey.

“You’re so fucking threatening.” says Dr. Cox Richardson to Lacey. She laughs. “You know why?”

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“Because we can sense you own us. Or could. And it scares us.” she says. “Lem is OBVIOUSLY…OBVIOUSLY yours. …And…no…you’re not Jack Kennedy. …You’re frighteningly different than him.

…If Lem was bisexual…and he’s trying to tell you that but you can’t quite hear him…I think…Jack Kennedy was his false flame. …And you’re the real thing. …Your love for him is…moving. You truly love him. Jack Kennedy never gave him that. And…we all deserve that.

…And if he was straight…you bloody well know that…YOU BITCH.” says Dr. Cox Richardson to Lacey. “You are a bitch. You have to be. Right?

…Why…do you antagonize…the upper middle class?!?!?”

Lacey thinks. Rebelliously drinks her iced tea at 10:42. Because it’s so darn good.

“I’m mad.” says Lacey.

“Why?” asks Dr. Cox Richardson.

“Because I feel abandoned, I think.” says Lacey. “Totally thrown in a huge trash bin. In my soul.

And…I think I feel as though I’ve been forced to play dumb my whole life. And I’m sick of it.”

“So if you’re illegitimate you knew?” asks Donald Trump.

“Oh yes! I did. And still do. …If Tom is my dad…I don’t think anyone else is in my subconscious.” says Lacey.

“And you feel like we forced you to lie?” asks an Italian mafia man.

“The Boomers?” asks Lacey.

He nods yes and smiles.

“Yes. I’m sorry. …And it’s creepy. I feel like I was forced in that way to be everyone’s mother.” says Lacey.

“Because Tom was dad. And life sucked shit after you were taken from daddy. …And it was dumb to pretend otherwise…but we told you had to be happy.” he says.

“Yes.” says Lacey. “If Tom is my dad.”

“Eww!” says Dr. Moritz. “We must seem…pathetic.”

“Weak. You’d all seem…frighteningly weak.” says Lem.

“So…I’m not smarter than Dr. Moritz.” says Dr. Cox Richardson. “Just so you know. …And…I’m trying.

…You remind me of Shannen Doherty. The…British version, we’ll say. …Why…are you so…?

You know we’re poor. …Let’s move past abortion. We have different ways of dealing with it. And…if you believe abortion should be safe and accessible and legal…but not…a Federal sacrament…I think I can understand. …We don’t feel safe without Roe vs. Wade…but you seem to think we’re better off without it. …And when I say we…I do realize how…antagonistic that could sound. …Is that…triggering? …Let’s just say your mom did abandon you. Did I just trigger you?” asks Dr. Cox Richardson.

“Yes. …And…I can see why you don’t feel safe. But…I also know how men think. And they have a huge power insecurity with women. And…they do best when not antagonized. …In my experience…Roe Vs. Wade antagonized men. It didn’t make them mind. They didn’t…respect us more because of it. Not really. …Yes, it’s extremely important to protect the health of mothers. …But…making it a sacrament was dangerous. And evil. In my opinion.” says Lacey.

“So you feel states should protect the lives of mothers. …Discretely. But…making it…a front-and-center issue is…what? Too divisive?” she says.

“Yes. And…for what reason?” says Lacey. “I’m not prepared to get into it. But really…it was used to destroy us. Fascist Feminists are real. Evil Feminists are real. And they loved killing innocent unborn children.” says Lacey.

She laughs. She laughs more. “Yeah.

Well…okay. But why…the act? Why are you acting?

Do you hate…poor people? BE HONEST.” she says.

“No!! I love them.” says Lacey, sincerely.

“If you’re reincarnated…your view of Great Britain is very different than mine.” she says.

“It would be. Possibly.” says Lacey.

“Did you see your servants as people?” she says. “Be honest.”

“Workers. Suspect. …And I worried about them, a lot…secretly.” says Lacey. “Or I’m accessing someone else’s memory.”

“So I seem like one of them?” she asks.

“Yes. …At first, when I was little you didn’t. But as I’ve grown older…you do.” says Lacey.

“Who doesn’t seem like that?” she asks.

Lacey thinks. “The Royal Family. …Audrey Hepburn.” says Lacey. She laughs. “Man! …It’s creepy how few people seem like me. …Ahh…Donald Trump. …Possibly Tsar Putin. …Michelle Obama?” says Lacey.

“I did not expect Michelle Obama. …What does she seem like to you?” says the Dr..

Lacey thinks. “A woman who’s father…is from an aristocratic family. But who’s mother is…not. …And she’s very determined to prove his line.” says Lacey.

“Haha. That could be Michelle.” says a reader.

“So…what are we lying about?” asks Dr. Cox Richardson of Lacey.

Lacey thinks. “That’s the thing. …It’s not quite lying. …I’m so much more confused than that.” says Lacey.

“Yeah.

What are your…hunches?” says Donald Trump.

“I’m just so damn different than you.” says Lacey. “SO different. …I can’t figure out Americans. If there’s reincarnation I can’t figure you out.”

“We seem what?” she says.

“You seem…so…fresh. …So…personal.” says Lacey.

Donald Trump nods in understanding.

“Well…we decided in the 1960’s that reproductive rights were a thing.” says Dr. Cox Richardson.

“But why!??” says Lacey.

“Why is that weird!??” asks a British psychiatrist of Lacey.

“Because it’s so damn complicated. …I can see making abortion a medically important issue. But making it…dinner table conversation for decades…is WEIRD. And GROSS.” says Lacey.

“We needed sexual liberation.” says Dr. Cox Richardson.

“What was happening before!??” says Lacey.

The British psychologist laughs. “You don’t know?!?” he says.

“NO! I don’t think she does.” says Dr. Cox Richardson.

“We were uptight.” says the British psychologist with a lower class accent.

“Uptight?” says Lacey.

They become awkward.

(Genuine adult content below)

Donald Trump rolls his eyes. “Yeah. They didn’t have sex a lot.”

Lacey thinks. “Because of birth control issues?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah!” says a liberal doctor, shrugging.

Lacey thinks. “Why did America make that a front-and-center issue!??” balks Lacey.

“I hear you.” says Donald Trump.

“We may have been being lead around by evil people.” says a Republican man.

Lacey thinks.

“We’re trying to be…free.” says Dr. Cox Richardson.

Lacey thinks. “Are you real women?”

“Yes!” she says.

“I don’t think…it’s…something I can comprehend. …I have a womb. And…it’s mine. Sure. But…I’ve never questioned that. …Feeling owned is not my experience. Ever. Not really. …I get reproductive protections. But…it’s not quite the Wild West. It’s…common decency. It’s common sense.” says Lacey. “And the lower classes don’t get that. Possibly. …To you it’s revolutionary. To me…it’s…bizarrely obvious and odd to worry about it. In that way. …And I think it should be legal but not…’an issue.’ Because…it is murder. When it’s not medically necessary.” says Lacey.

“Like…medically. Hmm. Yeah.” says a reader.

“It’s a medical issue. And a moral one. But all issues are moral ones. That’s obvious too.” says Lacey.

“Why are you mad at us!?” says the reader.

Lacey thinks. “Because you’re all often…heartless too. …I suppose I don’t deserve any human life!? According to you?” says Lacey. “After Lem sucked Jack’s cock…even under duress…I was confirmed as not like…existing? Fo shizzle?” says Lacey, mockingly.

Dr. Cox Richardson laughs. “Was Lincoln bisexual?”

“Oh I bet. And it’s 100 years later too. Very Illuminati manifesting it by accident.” says Lacey.

“You’re not right.” says Dr. Cox Richardson.

“About what!?” says Lacey.

“There’s no Illuminati.” she says.

“How do you know?” says Lacey.

“There would have to be evidence.” she says.

“There is.” says Lacey.

“Not really.” she says.

“Yes. There is.” says Lacey. “There’s evidence everywhere. But it’s a secret.”

“I’m not in the Illuminati. I’m talking to you supernaturally.” she says.

“Okay.” says Lacey.

“You’re not Jack Kennedy.” she says.

“Nope.” says Lacey.

“I’m not complimenting you.” she says.

“It’s a compliment anyway.” says Lacey.

“So…why do you love Lem?” she says.

“Why THE HELL…DO YOU CARE!?” yells Lem.

“We messed-up.” says Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“Because! You were- Okay. So…

You don’t suck shit?” says Dr. Cox Richardson to Lacey from somewhere in time.

“No. I don’t.” says Lacey.

“So…we decided collectively…in the late 1990’s that your husband…who I’m sure gives you orgasms…was gay.” says Dr. Cox Richardson to Lacey.

“He gives me orgasms with his hard cock. And he gets a hard cock from starring at my tits. …How’s that gay?” says Lacey.

“So it’s not.” says the DNC.

“How is that possible!?” says a gay Democrat.

“It’s TOTALLY POSSIBLE! …You all made shit up…and assumed way too damn much.” says Israel to the DNC.

“Yeah. It’s so simple.” says Lacey. “Seemingly.”

“You know it really is. Why don’t they just get it!?!” yells Hamas.

“Because it’s so unlikely a straight person would ever…EVER…choose to act GAY!” scoffs a middle class white over 50 gay man.

“Not really. That’s very naive.” says Lacey.

“Actually…it kinda is.” says a Gen. Z gay guy.

“Really!? It was so risky!” he says, aghast.

“You’re overstating that risk. …He clearly wasn’t that worried. …He was ridiculously gay. …And it seems fake. But it’s LOUD. Almost like a parody. …I think…he was deep…and more concerned with harming people than being bullied or dying.” says Lacey.

“So he gave Jack whores…but didn’t want to infect nice girls.” he says.

“Yes. Seemingly.” says Lacey.

“And didn’t sleep with whores because he was…a gentleman?” asks the gay man.

“Yeah!! …I kinda thought I chickened out. …But…I think…I was deep. …Deeper than I thought I was.

…Sex meant something to me. I could dissociate. And I did. But…I had romantic feelings for women not just sexual ones. And I couldn’t turn that off and just make myself fuck some random person. …Very few whores aroused me. …I did make-out with one once for a few minutes but it was…dull.

…No. I should have been married. But…I was…tragic. …And…Lacey wasn’t there.” says Lem.

“Why does she choose you?” asks the gay man.

Lem thinks. “Because she’s mine. Even if there not reincarnation.”

“But no one else did!?” he says.

Lem thinks. “No.”

“That’s sad.” he says.

“Yup. My family hates Jack Kennedy.” says Lem.

“For his life or what he’s done now!?” he says.

“Now.” says Lem. “They didn’t like him. Now they hate him.”

“Lem is the US imploding?” asks Chris Hayes.

Awkward silence.

Lacey clears her throat.

“Because of this!?” says Lem.

“Yes. I guess.” says Putin rolling his eyes. “Just go to sleep you two. It’s late!”

“Are you okay!?” says Lacey to Donald Trump.

“I’ll be okay! There wasn’t that much blood loss!” says Donald Trump to Lacey.

“Good! And you’re recovering? Otherwise?” says Lacey.

“Yes!!” says Donald Trump.

“Oh good!” says Lacey.

“No, I’ll be fine.” says Donald Trump.

“Good.” says the woman who died in Pittsburgh.

“Well. It is late.” says Lacey.

“Yes!” says Donald Trump.

“Lem. Did you kill Jack?” asks Bobby Kennedy Junior.

Michael Rockefeller laughs.

“I think he did!” says the woman who died in Pittsburgh.

“It’s late. He might have. Whatever. You don’t care anyway.” says Lacey.

“You don’t think I care!?” says Bobby.

Lacey thinks. “Honestly? Not necessarily.”

“Why?” says Bobby.

“Because it’s not enough about you?” says Lacey. “It’s too boring to you?” She thinks. “Or it’s not the story you like about yourself?”

“What if that’s true!? I’m totally fucked-up.” says Bobby.

“You’re a malignant clinical narcissist? But…it’s only temporary if you go to Heaven eventually. And you might be able to improve it some here?” says Lacey.

“Our lives suck!” says Bobby to Lacey.

“If there’s reincarnation…yes. They do. …But God has an explanation. And we don’t have more than 40 years left at most. Maybe around 60 for me at most. And it’ll be quick!” says Lacey.

“I’m sorry.” says Bobby.

“It’ll be over soon. Just try to repent to God as much as possible.” says Lacey.

“We’re putting up a fight.” says Bobby.

“You have to!” says Lacey.

“Lacey…if Tom’s your dad at all…there’s a serious crisis. And it’s not just going to go away. Go to bed. I hope Lem can explain it to you. But go to bed.” says a man.