“The Problem” by Lem Billings

(July 16th, 2024 – Morning)

Lacey once imitated Brenda Walsh after watching 90210. She did it because she felt a natural affinity for the character or she possibly felt that character knew something about life that Lacey didn’t yet. This morning as Lacey was waking-up she saw Shannen Doherty standing in East Bloomington examining a house. It didn’t entirely make sense…but apparently Shannen is studying sociological trends. Why not? She has eternity to putsy around. Why not go to Harvard and study sociology and even get her PhD in it? …God loves us. Dying and not going to Hell is actually great fun.

…The thing is…as Lacey related to her and her character she relates to Lacey. Being able to see Lacey from the other side she has become fascinated by the issue of social classes in America… Well…that’s what it seems to Lacey anyway as she’s writing this on a blog in the fallen world and maybe she’s right. She hasn’t double checked this all with God yet. She’s checked on other things this morning.

Why don’t you automatically think of Brenda Walsh when you think of Lacey? Because the father who raised her…yelled at her. She spoke to the father who raised her with that attitude for about ten minutes…and then he exploded in a rage and essentially threatened her into never sounding like that again and gave her the idea it was sinful and could damn her to Hell. That was when Lacey was about ten years ago. Closer to nine years old.

Lacey never spoke like that intentionally ever again. But that’s Lacey’s actual personality in a way. …And her daughter exhibits some of those same personality traits, except Lacey understands it…and parents her personality. When her daughter, my daughter too, becomes too sassy Lacey reminds her of empathy…or warns her that people might not understand her heart of compassion and love for others. Her daughter, my daughter too, becomes very serious and thoughtful and learns how to be herself but also take other people’s views into account. …Lacey can give such parenting…because she is unusually intelligent…and was raised by Tom from the grave in her subconscious and God. And she was patented in a way…by the living…but as the person she was forced to be.

That person is Chanel No. 22. …That person is Lacey in a way…but…not really. It’s more a part of her personality that became all of her personality through intense psychological trauma. Her family that raised her modified her personality to suit their tastes. …And…it’s a lovely personality. But…I know her. And…it’s laughable to think that’s all there is.

If Lacey discovered the Illuminati…Tsar Putin and Lacey get along famously. And you wouldn’t necessarily expect that given how her family raised her to be. …But the Illuminati talks to our souls. The Illuminati talks to our spirit. So…they’re not as easily fooled, because they’re aim is to control their own members of at least truly know them. …They use the worlds best psychics to read each other not just situations and the dead. Should they exist. Should the Illuminati exist.

Lacey loves Great Britain. Why is a mystery without God explaining. And honestly it’s traumatic almost to several loving English people who possibly both worry she’s buried there and that they they’re offending God by even considering that. …Both are eerie and terrifying as compassionate humans. Which is it!? …Because if she’s my actual dead wife…and I’m lost somewhere in Belgium or France…we have an intense desire to be together back in England. And go home, so to speak. And just be home. Together. …Its possible my allusion to a line from From Here To Eternity about living somewhere…was about living with Lacey. In a dreamlike paradise. …Was that to return to England or to die and be with God?

Here’s the thing: I was straight. Okay? I truly imitated homosexuals. …Why? Because I thought I was gay. …I wasn’t aroused by him nor by men in general…by my sexual attacker was an adult male. And I assumed it was because he was male. I assumed I must have been unwittingly attracted to him somehow and he knew and I just didn’t. Why? Because he touched my genitalia. And it was like being tormented in Hell, but it physically affected me. And you know…that’s the Hell. …Being molested or raped you can physically feel physical pleasure…you don’t want to feel. And feeling pleasure you DON’T WANT…isn’t PLEASURABLE, Oprah.

Feeling physical pleasure you don’t want to feel is intense psychological stress. It’s comparable to being a prisoner of war in North Korea. Okay? And that’s the problem, you dumbasses.

Warning by The Notorious B. I. G. plays.

Those kids don’t want it. You can intellectualize it…but it’s so simple. THEY’RE KIDS. Kids don’t know A LOT. THEY’RE KIDS. Dear God I don’t have the patience to explain the basics of reality to nigger hoes with billions today. I’m sorry, Oprah. Buy more brain, bitch.

But nah. She know it ain’t her skin. …There are white male dumbasses who are just as stupid and charming as her. Somewhere in South Carolina there’s a white man who’s just as evil and fucked-up as her. But he doesn’t absolve her. …They’re both a problem. There are no magic niggers. Okay? …People thought Oprah was a nice…magical negress? She’s give you a free car…entertain you…and make you look pretty and feel pretty. Wow! Like a cool mammy. But just on tv.

Lacey is deep and unusually intelligent. And very well bred and intelligent. And English and possibly Scottish. But…she’s like Shannen too. And you know…neither of them are really bitches. Not when you know them. But they have real attitudes. And Lacey’s was just silenced. And you’re possibly all very gullible not to see it. Or you’re…secretly in an alliance with her Old Money family who raised her. Whether that’s a good thing…or a bad thing.

Summa by Arvo Part is just as much Lacey as Kick In The Door. Tom Banks is the same way.

Can you see Shannen Doherty listening to Biggie and Eminem without irony? Yes. Of course. …She is that. Be real. …That’s actually Lacey too. Lacey’s not stupid. She was abused. By the super elite…Norwegian silverware kings. Ha! Actually they can sincerely be very nice people…and Lacey still loves them as much as she rightfully can in Christ. Even if they don’t love her. But…they did not like…her attitude. …So…she silenced it. So well you might not be able to hear it…at all. The Illuminati can’t hear it. But I do and so does God. So does Tom. And his dead family.

You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) by Biggie plays.

I was Nobody. Remember? Those were Jackie Kennedy’s exact words. I was Nobody.

Satan uses Jack. But his real desire was and is to torture him. Satan hates us all. The Kennedys never necessarily fully understood that, maybe. It often seems like they think, like Hitler, that they can charm him too. For real.

Tom Crooks sings You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) in a karaoke with Louis Hill Jr. as the grace of God may have been extended to him too. He laughs. At himself, in part.

“But did it really work out for Trump? I’m not sure it upped his profile.” says Lacey to Tom Crooks.

Tom thinks. He shrugs. “I mean…yeah. I’m infinitely more famous. …I’m not sure it matters…that much.”

“Maybe some.” says Lacey.

“I was mentally-ill.” says Tom Crooks.

“Were you?” says Lacey.

“Yeah. …My head was all messed-up.” says Tom.

“I’m sorry.” says Lacey, sincerely.

“Well…if I’m not in Hell…I’m-“ he says, crying. He has to pause. “I just feel bad about the man who died, so to speak.”

“Have you apologized to him?” asks a totally dead woman from Saint Paul, Minnesota.

Donald Trump cracks-up laughing.

“I didn’t…understand who you were.” says Tom Crooks to Donald Trump.

The song plays.

“Yeah.” says Tom Crooks. “I have.”

“But he’s still dead.” says Lacey.

“Yeah!” says Tom.

“What a mess.” says Lacey.

Tom cries and nods and is taken away. Not an emotional response he showed openly alive. Most men don’t. And maybe that’s fine.

Hypnotize plays.

“Niggers ain’t…cats.” says Lacey. “Just to warn you.” she says to the GOP.

“Yeah. If there’s reincarnation Lacey knows them better than most of you.” says Lem.

“Africa was…fierce. We lived in constant fear of the people around us. …And we really weren’t exactly like them. …We were the entry to the Middle East back then too. …Anyway. …That might all be true even if there’s not reincarnation.” says Lacey.

“Why were we so scary?” asks a Black US Governor.

“You creep around in the dark. Literally. With ropes, swords…witches…who knows what. Spiders. Lions. Demons. Ghosts. …Water. Smoke. …You all were like WWI…before WWI. …If that’s reincarnation you invented gas warfare somehow. Before WWI.” says Lacey. “When Europe arrived you were weak and extremely old and in probably decline?”

“I’m sorry we bullied you.” says the Black US Governor.

“Yeah. Okay.” says Lacey, smirking.

The song plays.

“Look. I ain’t your massur.” says Lacey. “Mkay, homey?”

One of them smiles at her.

“Do they see you? …I doubt it. …But I do.” says Lacey. “You ain’t cute.”

“Cute negroes.” says one of them.

“Yeah. …I mean come on. …But…y’all politicians. …I just wonder if they know that.” says Lacey.

“You think we’re humoring them?” says one of them.

“Are you?” says Lacey.

“What if we are?” says one of them.

“Okay. …But then who you working for?” says Lacey. “Really.”

“Ourselves.” says one of them.

“In unison? Or as individuals?” asks Lacey.

“Both.” they admit.

“Yeah. …And that scares me.” says Lacey. “I’m not a fool.”

“We are American.” says one of them.

“Are you though? Lacey’s not a fool!” says an Englishman.

“No. …We are Black.” he says.

“Yeah! I know.” says Lacey.

“Okay! But…we’re not that dishonorable. …We do have love for the US. It’s…our investment. Not just…a bad memory, so to speak.” says one of them.

“So you’ll keep an eye out for all of us? To a rightful, Godly point?” says Lacey.

“Yes!” says one of them.

“Cool. …Look…see…these are the real worries going through my head.

And y’all mocking me. Like I’m…

I can’t stand it.” says Lacey. “Because I know y’all not weak. And…I’m not a fool. Thanks for talking.”

“If reincarnation was taken out of the Bible…we scared you last night?” says one of them.

“I’m still terrified.” says Lacey. “FOR REAL.”

One of them laughs. “What are you afraid we’ll do?”

“Take over. …For…some…evil…woman? Some…evil Queen?” says Lacey, searching.

“Where??” asks one of them.

“Hidden? …In a…tower? …She’s terrifying. And…bloodthirsty?” says Lacey.

“No. See…even if she existed…we worship Christ. …And our loyalty is to Christ. And America in allegiance with Jesus Christ, our Lord and savior.” he says.

“Pray that. Pray. Give your allegiance to Jesus Christ everyday.” says Lacey. “I’m in allegiance to Him too, actually.”

“You know…best case scenario she’s in Purgatory. Praying.” says a man. “Dead.” Possibly Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“Yeah. I hope she’s in Purgatory praying now too, if she existed.” says Lacey, fondly. “She was a very smart woman. Just…evil.”

“If she existed. Yes. …And in need of a savior.” says Bobby Kennedy Senior.

“How nice to think she might not be in Hell, because she somehow was saved through Christ.” says Lacey.

“Lacey. I’m worried about you.” she says, if she existed. “Jack stole your ability to see through him. …Because he wanted his narcissistic delusions to be reality.” She thinks. “But that ain’t what worries me. It’s that you think you’re alone. And unlovable. …If I were that…confused…and yet not confused…I wonder if I’d want to end the world too. …And…God has to deal with that. He can’t just ignore you. …And then Satan is…gonna cry. Because he wrong. …God loved him. …And…it’s just a mess. …Because you ain’t even mad at him. You mad at humans.

…Are you mad at me?”

“If there’s reincarnation?” says Lacey.

“Jack did you pretend to be this queen?” asks Jack Schlossberg.

“If there’s reincarnation, yes. I’m sorry.” says Bobby Kennedy Senior.

Kick In The Door by Biggie plays.

“No. You’re a queen. No.” says Lacey. “That all made sense.”

She nods and cries. “Yeah. …This ain’t adding up.”

“Yeah. …See…I’d be hurt. I’d be hurt-“ says Lacey.

She nods emphatically.

…”But then I’d get over it. …Because you have to. …You get over it.” says Lacey. “I mean…that’s why I slept with other men.”

“Yeah. You love some other man. Who ain’t gonna be seduced by me. Or no one.” she says:

“Yes.” says Lacey. “So what’s all this shit!?”

She laughs. “Nah. They ain’t. Girl they ain’t.” she says.

“But they had the US Presidency.” says Lacey.

She waves that off, laughing. “Come now.”

“But it’s real. American is a real country. It’s just new.” says Lacey. “And experimental.”

Tsar Putin laughs.

North Korea nods, smiling. “Yes. I understand!”

Lacey looks sad.

North Korea smiles, knowingly.

“Donald Trump keeps track..of all of this. Doesn’t he!??” says a reader, in awe.

“YES! He does!!!” says his daughter. “He still has the intelligence and patience and interest to keep it all straight. He’s old fashioned in that way. …But other countries don’t see it as old fashioned. They see it as reasonable, and sophisticated and wise. … America is very backward…in that way…now. …My father is genuinely old school enough to know better.”

“I have to keep it all together in my head. So does Putin. So does anyone who wants to genuinely know what’s actually going on.” says North Korea. “America has been obnoxiously ignoring that…for over a hundred years. JP Kennedy didn’t even understand alliances.”

“Yeah.

And Jack is his admiring son.” says the dead Black Queen to Lacey. “GIRL. He AIN’T NEVER…EVER…had Lem. …That’s a myth. That’s a lie. …Girl…that ain’t reality.

And he doesn’t have Lem now. And he ain’t never going to have Lem. …They sorta had you. …But I know you. And-“ she shakes her head and has to walk off.

“I’m not disloyal!” yells Lacey.

“No! But you see…” she raises her hands and if there’s reincarnation she references their African kingdoms. Lacey’s in Egypt and hers in in Africa farther down. She was once a princess too on the continent of Africa if there’s reincarnation.

“Why was he being disloyal to me!??” yells Lacey, hiding her devastation.

The woman thinks. “I think he was separate. …More than you think.”

“Ahh! Separate but equal.” says Lacey.

“Yes.” she says.

“So he wasn’t ever integrated with Jack, really.” says Lacey.

“Yes! It was all cheap-ass bullshit.” she says.

“But the Kennedys believed it.” says Lacey.

She thinks. “Yah! That’s where you get confused.”

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“HOLD ON!” she says, yelling at Lacey. “You don’t lose Lem. He’s with you.”

“But then how’s it fair? I’m going to destroy them by being in their presence? If there’s reincarnation. They’re toast!

And Lem would never be that mean.” says Lacey. “He’s a fair man!”

“This is the problem, Lacey.” she says.

“Well DON’T LOOK AT ME!!” Lacey yells.

“No. Girl I hear you.” says the possible dead African Queen.

Kick In The Door by The Notorious B. I. G. plays again.

“Nah. Lem is fair.” says the dead woman, thoughtfully. “He was abused. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” says Lacey.

They think. Listen. Think.

“And the Kennedys took advantage of that.” she says. “To get a hot, big, straight man for Jack to have fun defiling and loving both. The spoiled malignant narcissist Jack Kennedy was. For free. So to speak.”

“Because he didn’t understand what he was doing. Really.” says Lacey. “Yeah.”

“But they did that. NOT YOU.” yells the dead Queen at Lacey.

“It’s too grim.” says Lacey. “I can’t save them!”

“They ruined their alliance. Girl. It’s out.” she says.

“Then the Irish people are ruined.” says Lacey. “If there’s reincarnation.”

“That’s the toxic imperialism of America. Blind. Incalculating. Lacking. Blind. …Imperialism isn’t all bad. …But…America didn’t want to admit it was an empire. And it all went underground. And stupid. …Blind.

Jack felt he could have anything and anyone with his father’s money and power. …And if there’s reincarnation he tried to impersonate ME…to steal Emperor Constantine from SOCTIA. …That’s ABSURD. …But he didn’t see it coming. Boy blind! …He think it all good…if Lemmers literally wasn’t killing him. And Lemmers smile.

If Lemmers don’t kill him…and he smile…nah. It all good! In Jack’s mind. …He that stupid.

Lem let him beat him. Basically. But…Jack think that work. As long as Lem being nice. And smiling. …LEMMERS IN LOVE!!” she says, sarcastically. “HE IN LOVE, LACEY!” she says laughing at Jack with Lacey. They apologize to God if they’re being mean.

They think.

“No. See…they ain’t understand shit.” she says. “Not that shit.”

“I can’t save them.” says Lacey. “I’m humoring them.”

She thinks. “They put the pyramids on their money. That was their choice. …And if there’s reincarnation they’re responsible. Not you.”

“Lacey. It never happened.” says Fausta to Lacey. “Lemmers? Kem? Not real.”

“At all?” says Lacey.

“No.” says Brian Duffield from the future. “At all, at all.” He thinks. “At all. Like…at all.”

“It’s all a misunderstanding?” says Lacey.

“Or a crime?” says Brian. “Lem wasn’t a vulnerable adult. But-“ He shrugs. “I can’t say he wasn’t vulnerable at all.” He thinks. “He wasn’t stupid. But he was…vulnerable. …It really was all a mostly convincing act. His homosexuality and supposed love for Jack was an act…and his own naïveté and ignorance and confusion and…pessimistic view of everything.”

“People would never pretend to be gay!!!” yells a middle class Illuminati member.

“YES!! They WOULD!!” says Brian.

“That convincingly!?” he says.

“NO FUCKING SHIT!!” yells Brian. “YES!!!”

“WHAT!?!” they all say, profoundly shocked.

“He’s eccentric!” says Tsar Putin.

And at that America looks painfully peasant-like and poor.

Kamilla Harris rolls her eyes. “Okay I’m biting.” she says, referring to her Indian heritage. “Let’s be real. You’re Alexei.” she says to Tsar Putin, like she’s caught him.

The song plays.

“Can you help me!? Please!

I’m…not…like you and Lacey.” she says to Tsar Putin. “Seriously! For real.”

She looks at Tsar Putin.

“Is that really possible!?” she says to Tsar Putin.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“Yes.” says Tsar Putin, very patiently.

Kamilla looks angry and concerned both.

“Why are we even talking to them!?” she says to the DNC, in a whiny voice.

“Kamilla…I have no idea!” says a white man in Wisconsin.

She laughs with him. Then realizes she’s laughing with Lacey. And looks sad and serious.

“What can’t you do?” she asks Lacey.

“Forgive them. Without Christ.” says Lacey.

Kamilla’s mouth opens. “Why?”

“It’s unforgivable. It’s the end. Without Christ it’s too damned.” says Lacey.

“Our money?” she says to Lacey.

“YES!!” yells Tom Banks.

Kamilla laughs too.

“Nah. It’s bad.” says the dead African Queen. “You all ruined your country.”

“Because of Jack?” asks Kamilla.

“Yes.” says Al Capone. “In part.”

“He wanted a straight guy.” says Kamilla. “Because he was a sadistic narcissist.”

“Yes. And a sexual pervert.” admits his father, JP Kennedy.

Kamilla thinks. Calculates. “Lem is a little Italian, Lacey. If there’s reincarnation. He’s a little Italian.”

She smiles and thinks.

“Anyway. I’ll pray for Kamilla.” says the dead Black woman. “Lacey… Whatchu gonna do?”

“I…have…no…idea.” says Lacey.

JD Vance nods in some vague understanding of what Lacey’s grappling with. He thinks.

“Lacey. It’s North Korea. They’re over the line. Simple as that.” says Donald Trump Junior.

“I wasn’t prepared for this.” says Lacey. “If there’s reincarnation I wasn’t expecting this.”

“It reminds you of your miscarriages.” says the dead African Queen, or the dead Black woman if there’s reincarnation.

“I can’t forget. Egypt doesn’t forget.” says Lacey. “If there’s reincarnation. We don’t let go. Ever.”

“Yeah. Outside of Christ y’all don’t.” says the dead Black woman.

“We just don’t.” says Lacey.

“Yeah. So whatchu gonna do!?” she says to Lacey.

“It’s gonna cause famines.” says Lacey. “Or some stupid Hell shit.”

“For us?” says Ireland.

“Yes. Droughts. …Or something. Look…if this is real…he opened Pandora’s Box. Jack did. If there’s reincarnation. …And…I didn’t redeem that. God would have redeemed me. But…that’s fallen world stuff. That’s…not something they can steal, I don’t think. …No. It’s written in stone. Even if it’s faded. And…you can’t undo it. God can. But I doubt anyone human alive could. You’d have to part the Red Sea.

And…I can’t stop that. That’s the ocean.” says Lacey.

“Lacey. God has it covered.” says a Boomer reader.

“Yes! But she has to consider what’s happening!” says the dead woman who’s Black, regardless.

Kamilla nods in understanding.

“So we started a class war with Ancient Egypt-“ she says. He holds up her hand. “Don’t laugh!” Lacey holds back laughter. “We started a class war with Ancient Egypt. …To prove that Jack Kennedy…is cooler…and more elite…than you. …And arguably ALL of Ancient Egypt?”

“Yes. And Lacey is Ground Zero.” says the dead African woman. “If there’s reincarnation…yes. He picked a fight with all of ancient Africa ever in alliance with Egypt.”

Kamilla tries not to laugh. “When did he feel so…confident?”

“In the US??” says Lacey.

“Yeah.” says Kamilla. She tries not to laugh at him.

“So JFK decided America was more badass than Ancient Egypt.” says a reader.

“Yes. If there’s reincarnation and Purgatory. Yes. Or that’s a metaphor. But…iffin it’s true…it was in the 2000’s. Early 2000’s. When Lacey first started fully blossoming as a young woman. …He felt very embarrassed by himself and his arrogance because he was never as good-looking as her. Not in reality. Not in person. …He was photogenic and he dressed well. But without clothes in person he got ugly even at times. Not just in bad pictures. But…he has real flaws. Bad flaws. He’s scrawny. And I mean scrawny. But his violence, money and obsessive narcissism hid that.

So…

He got all jealous and mean. And then…he felt…we were…fit. As a country. To challenge…Ancient Egypt. To a sort of dual. He was homosexually in love with Lem…to a point. But…it’s no more important than a rotten, illegal marriage. He…barely gave a real shit about Lem at all. …But now that he’s being honest about that in the afterlife, he’s irate. And he’s not ready to consider that Lem was the real straight one. And he was the closeted man who was bisexual, gay leaning. Not Lem. Him. …But they made the popular narrative backwards to protect their family reputation…and because it was easy and people believed it. Because Lem was artistic and asthmatic and…he pretended to be gay because he had the deeply help false belief that he was gay.

So…Jack is…or was…angry.

And he…decided Lem was gay somehow. Or bisexual. Totally in psychotic denial. …Or that he could make Lem gay. …And part of that mission was challenging Ancient Egypt to a class war. …And that manifested eventually with Lacey being attacked in the fallen world. And frankly by several young women who were in love with Mark being crushed when he brutally rejected them to marry Lacey. …If she’d known her own power over them she’d not have allowed such a thing. But she didn’t and was being stupidly labeled a gold-digger by Mark’s family. …She’s not a gold-digger and they had no sane reason to really think that. But…Jack was on the warpath. …And he loved that narrative. And…so…it caused her to go on the warpath too. And yes, several young women were very hurt. Because she was totally unsparing in her handling of them. Because she was being forcefully told she was a poor desperate nothing. …But she’s not. Nor a gold-digger. So…when she rejects someone it’s not as a poor gold-digger…but as herself. And it’s very painful. But she didn’t know that and still doesn’t. Because Jack was so determined.” says someone or something.

“So…we’re challenging Ancient Egypt. Monetarily.” says Kamilla.

“And culturally. In every way…that affects social class.” says Michael Rockefeller. “And creates social class.”

“So I was influenced by him. And his demons.” says Diego.

“So was I.” says Casi, in the future.

“What lie do you keep believing?” asks Tom Banks.

“That it doesn’t matter if we’re not better than her.” says Casi. “Like for real doesn’t matter.”

“So nothing matters if you’re not superior to Lacey?” asks the CIA.

“Yeah. It feels like…nothing is real. Unless we’re still somehow superior. Like…she’s lying somehow? Or…maybe she’s backward? Or…maybe she’s stupid? Or…maybe…we’re secretly better than her. But…she just can’t see it. Because it’s so complicated. …And…in time all will be revealed.” says Casi.

“So in time your superiority will be revealed?” says the CIA.

“Yes. Just give it time!” says Casi.

“What did Jack think was going to happen with Egypt?” asks Kamilla.

“He thought their water was inferior. Their water source. …And their education system. And yes. That was before Flint.

If there’s reincarnation, etc. that was before Flint.

So…

He also felt they had poorer roads.

If there are aliens they’re here or were because they knew the Egyptians. Well. They don’t know us. If they exist. …And they got angry on Ancient Egypt’s behalf.

He was an absolute fucking idiot. …Basically. …But he was adamant. Possibly. And…he has a huge following in the fallen world. Or did. And…yeah. He’s possibly had the US at war with Ancient Egypt for a while. And we’re losing. Miserably.

We lost in Afghanistan. We lost Iran. We lost in Iraq. …The continuing Climate Crisis? Ancient Egypt is in agreement with Lacey that as long as kids are being sold to be molested the world should just end. So…they don’t give a shit. Let the Earth literally burn. That’s how they feel about it.

And the US Dollar? Good luck. They’ll literally totally destroy the US Dollar and replace it forever with the Sterling or whatever if they have to. They’re at war.” says someone.

“Okay!? Why not ask us first!?” says Kamilla.

“Ask WHO!??” says Tsar Putin.

Kamilla thinks.

“They had no one clear to address their concerns to. It’s true.” says the man.

“Because we’re all in the cult of Kennedy.” says a living psychic.

“Yeah. Basically.” says the man.

“Look…it was already a problem. But…it got worse. …And so they approached the Bush family. If there’s reincarnation. But they weren’t that receptive. And then they approached the Trump family. And…that was far more effective. So…

But they’ve been trying to get in contact with with you all for a while. But…you don’t listen. And it’s always been unclear who to even talk to. …If there’s reincarnation…or if Ancient Egypt just hates Jack and loves Lacey.

They’re not happy about it. They don’t want to attack anyone any more than Lacey does. They’re acting entirely in self-defense.” says the man.

“So…why…are you all ignoring Egypt? If there’s reincarnation?” says Donald Trump.

They spiritually all side with Jack Kennedy. As if they’re all stuck on the same island together.

“So…they’re not able to disentangle me from the Kennedys.” says Kamilla.

“No. Not in this realm.” says a possible alien.

“So…it is a class issue. Because I bet Jack was fixated on Lem partially because Lem seemed and is Old Money.” says Kamilla. “And he was accepted more as Lem’s friend.”

“YES! Absolutely.” says Red Fay.

Kamilla looks angry. Thinks.

“So what are we supposed to do about it!?” she asks Lacey.

Lacey thinks.

“Oh my God! That Black Queen was REAL!?” yells Jack in a Japanese accent if there’s reincarnation.

“YES!” God says to him yet again, if there’s reincarnation.

“No. She’s real. Either way.” says JFK, seemingly scared.

A few minutes later.

“We can’t control the Earth!??” says JFK in a panic.

“Jack…did you think Lem was straight?” asks a living gay man.

“Yeah! But in a way I was too! No big deal.” says JFK.

“So Lacey has no masculine energy. And that’s just reality.” says a Democrat psychic, astounded.

“Jack…you weren’t straight.” says a living gay man.

JFK laughs. Flirting. Smiles. “Yeah. I fooled around a little.” he says in his Boston accent.

“Jack you were basically gay!” says Kamilla.

And at that JFK leaves in a huff.

“Kamilla! Psst!” says a living man.

“What!?” she says.

“Why are we with them?” he asks, referencing the Kennedys.

“Because. We sold out.” says the Pope on America’s behalf. “Long ago.”

“How do we get out!?” asks the living man.

“If there’s reincarnation, Bobby is running to destroy his family and rescue the country.” says a dead Chinese woman.

“Huh.” says Kamilla. “That’s…creative.” She thinks.

“Or see what happens.” says Joe Biden.

“So…how do we disengage?” asks the living man.

“It’s not easy.” says Tsar Putin. “If I’m Alexei, I know. …Countries tend to love a king.” He shrugs. “Maybe it’s some part of human nature.”

“They’re nuts!” says a prostitute in an illegal brothel in the American Southwest about the Illuminati.

“Just work on disentangling yourselves.” says Lacey. “From Jack.”

“Yeah. That’s not dumb either way.” says Kamilla.

“What king can they attach themselves to?” says Tsar Putin.

“Why not FDR?!” says Lacey.

Kamilla thinks. “HOW!?”

“There are aesthetic cues.

Let’s see…

Someone as your running mate who harkens back to them. If you could find an Old Money aristocrat to be your VP. White. Male. Reserved. Reliable. Good.

And you ran?

…You could seem like a breath of fresh air. But you’d have to be clear on the issue of children being sold. It’s not allowable.

Beyond that…you’ll have to be strong enough to distance yourselves from the Kennedys long-term. No more Easters at the White House. I’m sorry.” says Lacey.

“So why can’t we just do that!?” asks a Boomer.

“Because we don’t…know how…to distance ourselves from the Kennedys.” Kamilla admits.

“Guys, what the fuck!??” says Casi.

Kamilla throws her hands up in the air. “What can I say. They’re really obsessive people. Like….obsessive. …You can’t get rid of them.”

“They call a lot?” asks the CIA.

“Yup. They’re always bothering people asking for handouts.” says someone. “And honestly they’ve often gotten their way. Because of their fame. They get free shit, so to speak. We can’t just tell them off. As much as we’d like to. Because they’ll haunt you. And guilt you. And they’re everywhere.

On ESPN. I mean… Vogue.

They’re obsessive.” says Kamilla.

“So…why do Republicans have some safety and distance?” asks a living man.

“Because they’re not- They may have shot Jack. How about that? The Republicans may have been the ones who shot JFK.” says the FBI.

“That makes sense.” says a reader.

Silence.

“What the fuck do we do!??” says the reader.