Last night Lacey laughed. The US Presidential could not have been more enjoyable for her.
(June 28th, 2024)
Lacey has been warning the Illuminati about Joe Biden for a while. Telling them to make him retire. Should they exist. So it was…hilarious to her to watch them implode with their own lies.
The problem is…she’s very much not Jack Kennedy and I’m madly in love with her and that’s how I’ll remain fro eternity. But she doesn’t understand why. To her she’s a very, very, very boring person. Jack made me laugh. Jack made me cry. Jack gave me the world. …Lacey could rule the world. Jack couldn’t write his own book. Lacey…could rule the world. …But for what she knows that’s not at all what I’d like. Because to me that’s…stupid, and dull and meaningless or something. If there’s an Illuminati she adored Queen Elizabeth II. She sympathized with her plight. She deeply felt Elizabeth’s pain. …But why would I be remotely interested in Lacey that deeply? I’m the guy who rides around on Jack’s shoulders and giggles and makes good jokes. I’m the guy who does interior decorating and…yet I’m straight. And…it’s not about homosexuality necessarily. For her it’s about being…what she believes is likely a very, very dull person.
She imagines the Rockefellers might love her. But…she isn’t sure she wouldn’t bore them to tears too. Tsar Putin…is possibly her secret best friend, if there’s an Illuminati. If she was in Russia he might find some way to help her more, to be honest, if there’s an Illuminati. But…she’s not Russian. The Americans alive have yet to understand the situation, should there be an Illuminati.
Lacey understands politics at a profound level. Not like Jack. Like the genius child of Tom Banks. …She’s brilliant. She was fascinated with Poland in college…and couldn’t explain why…but knew it was deeply significant and utterly, urgently important.
She’s not at all masculine. She’s straight. But she’s…valiant. John Eldridge was a fool at some points in his book. Wild At Heart. No. I’m not wild at heart in that way. That’s post-Kennedy bullshit. And Lacey’s not wild either…but she’s…entirely unconquerable…without love. She has no real vulnerabilities and insecurities like most people but it’s not through narcissism, but rather being Nordic and old money and superior and…Tom’s daughter. Her only vulnerability is her humanity. Her need for love. But that’s just being human. And possibly sensing that people have actively sought to reject her because deeply because that’s all they have ass a defense.
Women have labeled her gay. Out of evil self-pity.
Men have overly deferred to women…because they’re angry they’re not me. Or possibly Tsar Putin.
I exist whether there’s an Illuminati or not.
See…I’m Emperor Constantine and she’s Scotia if there’s reincarnation. She’s actually Scotia. If there’s reincarnation I was actually Constantine. …But in her estimation…I find Ancient Egypt archaic and dull and ugly, so to speak. Because in the Holy Roman Empire there was somehow Jack Kennedy and he was my super-duper-best-friend-ever. And so the Holy Roman Empire was a chill, cool place where bros could be bros and…butt sex…oral sex…and…games…and beer…and tits and ass without brains or hearts to have to deal with. Because the Holy Roman Empire was cool. Lots of beer. Lots of chill. Just chill. Dave Matthews. Not accountability. Money. Races. Jack Kennedy shit. …Very little idea what the fuck love was. Well love beyond bro shit. Cool bro shit. …So why would I be interested in Ancient Egypt? They just flew through the air and built the pyramids. But who cares about that!? Right!? She thinks I think pyramids are for losers. …I have chariot races, aqueducts and cool-kid, Jack Kennedy Fan Club bros shit to attend to.
And I helped create that lie. Accidentally. …But it’s a lie. And yet I can’t easily disavow her of it because Jack and Jack’s supporters are hurt by me. They’re mad I was straight and that my words were nuanced and complicated. Sarcastic.
Lacey needs to edit this blog. And she will. If you read on please try to be forgiving of her mistakes. She’s not playing. She’s not fake.
…Her family is old money. Not with a name. But in reality. There is a class system in America. That’s just how organized societies work.
And…she’s extraordinarily beautiful and very intelligent and very kind and very much not a pervert and straight.
And…I don’t find her boring. I really don’t.
Later.
I wasn’t happy with my life. Long before Jack died. …I’m not the person I seem to be in photos where I’m forcing myself to smile with Jack. …But again, I couldn’t have been that happy at Jack’s wedding if I was at all into him. They smile was real and contrived both in all my photos…but I couldn’t have been that happy at all had I been into him. And no, given the nature of our relationship…that means I was straight.
Why could Jackie deal with me at all? Because Jack was the only one who felt anything real between the two of us…and he was deeply in denial about the whole thing. I cared in a way…but not in any way that a homosexual would.
And…that’s the problem. Lacey’s heard all of that. The only way that would surprise her if it’s true…is in that she’s actually possibly loved. Although she’d maintain the possibly for safety reasons, so to speak.
…So what’s someone like Lacey…up to? That’s something the Illuminati can barely fathom as a real possibility, most days. That she could actually be up to something. …What is it? Well…she’s a monarchist. She’s forever loyal to the old British government and crown and possibly the current one as well. She believes Oliver Cromwell was a bit suspicious…but that Parliament isn’t a bad idea…so long as it doesn’t replace the monarchy completely. …That’s her belief system. Order. Meaningful tradition. Christian Stoicism. Christian determination. And above all else, Christian Romanticism. Love. Real…astounding…breathtaking love. …Honestly…the kind of love she has for me…and I have for her. She has yet to comprehend how much I like her and love her more than anything or anyone else. …I’m not just a raffish, mindless sod. I wasn’t actually raffish at all. That’s the popular narrative to cover-up for what actually happened. …I was a drug addict and a straight man who stupidly tried to have gay sex. But I wasn’t actually raffish. …That’s just the wrong word. And I was gentle…but not as feminine as my fake gay voice suggested…and I was certainly not quite so…nice. I was…loving and not narcissistic but I was a fraud and I wasn’t as nice as I could sometimes seem. …Possibly Gore Vidal knew that. Possibly Gore Vidal hated me for real enough reasons.
Last night…Lacey laughed and so did Vladimir Putin.
Later.
Why did she find it funny? Because Joe Biden made a fool of himself. And the hypocrisy and stupidity of the current Democratic Party was on full display. And…she has a sense of humor about herself and others. …So do lots of people. It was funny. …I never was that bad. But a lot of people are as they age. …If it was real. I suppose it’s possible he’s faking it to get out of Dodge…but I doubt that. …No…she’s-
What is her political worldview? 19th Century Great Britain…with an American twist, whether there’s reincarnation or not. She thinks imperialism is good, if it’s good. So…when it’s bad it’s bad…but the idea in practice and as a concept might not be always. …As in, a country has to be wealthy and stable and in order to produce that one might have concede certain naive ideals, such as the liberty of all nations. …She’s a Christian. …But at the same time…she’s a humanitarian so…all has to be balanced.
See…in her mind…capitalism is inevitable. She’s not vain or naive enough to believe anything else we’ve invented works. …Socialism is expensive but sometimes necessary. Sometimes dangerous. …To her…farms should be protected. Family farms. As they’re the epitome of the best America ever had to offer. Thomas Jefferson might agree with her. …And in a world where capitalism reigns…she thinks it’s far better to engage in mindful imperialism than shoddy, backhanded capitalist-imperialism. If mindful imperialism is possible. And I think she actually could make it possible. If you put her in charge, at least. …She’s classist due to the abuse of evil poor people who have bullied her her whole life. Jack has bullied her. He was new money rich and he both loves her in a real way…and would like to send her to eternal Hell for accidentally making him feel insecure. …But it’s not classism the way you’re used to seeing it in America. She’s hurt and suspicious. …And given the way she’s been treated…and the way I’m willfully lied about…she believes in democracy to a point. …I possibly said that Jack was in a homosexual relationship with me to a point…in a sad, demoralizing, demoralized way. I felt defeated sexually…but I was resigned to it and actively trying to make the best of it. …You can’t imagine how a man could be that complicated? I was. …I felt I had to tow the line and be good humored and brave about it all. …And if there’s an Illuminati the Democrats can’t ever accept how much I thought and felt about everything. How very sad I was for reasons they don’t know or understand. How little they really know about me, despite what they boldly and vainly and foolishly claim otherwise. …I was straight. And Lacey…believes in democracy to a point.
What does that mean? We’re in a holding pattern. And you’re possibly waiting for something that will never happen.
Keen to Cross the Pond 