Aww, everyone look at Jack Schlossberg dancing in Walmart! So fricken cute!
(July 8th, 2024 – Evening)
I used to…be amused by Jack Kennedy’s antics they are very similar…in a way…to his grandson Jack’s. …In my latter years I hated him…even if I was still…capable of doing my part to maintain the Kennedy Myth. …I was resigned to a great many dark things while I was alive.
Jack Schlossberg isn’t Little Edie. He’s a Kennedy. And his grandfather was very theatrical and silly too. And he too was a “writer.” Not a writer like me. Or LACEY. …But he wrote shit. …He wrote shit with help. …From ghostwriters. But Caroline, Jack’s mother, has annoyed professional public servants with her ignorance and entitlement over the years…and JFK Jr. didn’t pass his Bar Exam the first time he took it. …Be suspicious of the Kennedy Myth. …The Kennedys court the media and control the media.
…Regardless, Lacey is tired of it. And I don’t blame her.
Tired of what? The lies. And having things stolen from her. Not by people lore elite than her…but by people insecure and obsessed enough with her to delude themselves into thinking she cares.
She cares about her kids. She cares about God. She cares about the future for all kids. And…she cares about truth and justice. For real. Not for show.
Nobody ever seems to get it though. Or do they? …She ultimately is gone.
I really was straight. I really did fool myself into thinking I was happy at times. And I really did act gay. I’m that genuinely unusual and…complicated. And no…most gay men aren’t like me. They resent us, Lacey and me, because of people assuming all gay men are like me. They’re not. No, not all gay men are just sexual abuse victims who were…truly eccentric enough to fake being gay…and get lured into and then trapped in a huge, narcissistic, extremely powerful American family like the Kennedys. …I wasn’t obsessed with Jack. I was confused and…very manipulated.
No. I faked being gay. …Listen…no real homosexual sounds like me. They really don’t. They might sound somewhat straight. But…I genuinely looked, sounded and was straight…when I was being myself. …It was all fake. Try to understand that. Lacey isn’t an idiot. And I’m really writing this through her. And someday when you’re dead too…you’ll have to be accountable for all your evil…regardless of what you think otherwise. Be prepared.
…I been prepared to welcome my family home. But God has His timing. …And so…Lacey’s stuck with people who make her feel…cold. Cold towards lots of people who she’d normally be kinder to. Not the truly vulnerable. But…hateful people who don’t want to be treated like a normal person but rather as someone superior. You know? …Condescending people. Overly confident narcissists. People like that.
And when did that coldness start? With her legal husband. …You’d be surprised by the number of women who coerced him into sleeping with them when Lacey was just first dating him regularly. …They possibly were pursuing him more because of her. And…while she sympathized with their feelings for him…she was outraged by their violent attitude. It felt very emotionally violent to her…and it did to me too. …These were women who’d he’d known for years, by the way. …And you know…it made some sense…but at the same time…they were in their late 20’s. And he had no interest in marrying any of them and had openly expressed that to at least most of them more than once. They were clinging to him very selfishly. …Nothing serious was ever going to happen with any them. And if it had…he’d have secretly despised them or been…very bored by them. …I think…she couldn’t understand why they were so…violent.
Jack…would never have been able to hold on to Lacey. …And if she’d met me…we’d have been together within a week. And no…he’d never have anticipated that. …He possibly has a delusional mindset when it comes to me…and Lacey. He truly doesn’t understand how impossible it is for me to love him at all…and how impossible it is for me to stop loving her. Forever. …I never said I was in love with him. And if I implied that it was in a state of confusion and defeat. I led a miserable life. A miserable life that was very lonely…and I said otherwise as a tongue-in-cheek statement, which actually should be a Hell of a lot more obvious. …How the Hell…could Jack Kennedy…have been the best friend anyone could ever ask for? …That’s obviously hyperbole. …And why do I keep saying the word and over and over again? At the end of that statement? And why am so…acerbic? …I’m being passive aggressive. I’m being very passive aggressive.
…Anyway…Jack may not understand that I’m Lacey’s…twin flame. …We’re dead…and even if we’d been married…and in love…and he’d been open ever…about his feelings for me…and…and I’d been gay and it was even allowed in Heaven…we’d be dead and free from that agreement. …The only way there would ever be any other connection would be if we’d had some mutual open understanding. …Something real and meaningful. …We had no such relationship. He always insisted he was straight. And I’m sorry…but I was heterosexual. And it doesn’t change even if Lacey doesn’t believe me entirely.
The thing is…she feels…violated. Deeply violated. …Like someone mugged her soul. And her experience on Instagram with Chanel No. 22 and haters and narcissists…worsened that. And the way women…used to cling to Mark…even after they were married…and he wasn’t even in contact with these women… And the way people have violently rejected her dignity and her rights… It’s too much. And…the tragedy is that in almost every case…it’s always someone of a lower class than her. …And she tries to disregard that…but it’s such a trend that it’s very hard for her to ignore it. …It feels like suspension of belief to her to ignore it. …And she’s getting cold and…that scares her.
We don’t hate people. I was a gentle man…but I was also…cutthroat when I needed to be. Lacey is dangerous…not cutthroat but genuinely dangerous…when you push her too far with real boundary violations. …I might seem cold at times…when you look at me objectively…but she’s…ready to literally end the world when she dies.
(Morning – July 9th, 2024)
This morning Lacey is being inundated with the information that I’m rejecting her. She should stop trying to cuddle up with me…because I hate when she does that, she’s being told. But that’s not true. …On my birthday I was so sickened by her pain that I made it harder for us to be at all separated for eternity with God’s help.
(Later in the morning)
…Truth is…I need Lacey to seek me out right now. I’m so silenced by the demonic that I can barley he through to her. …She could hear me best years ago. But our union had upset evil and so it’s tried to tear us apart. …The thing is…it won’t work. Because I have God’s perspective when He chooses to share it with me and He has protected me many times…or…if that’s too hard to believe…don’t worry. I’m actually Louis…or Michael or a Harold Loeb… Except…be careful…because I’m not. I’m Lem. For real.
Why am I being silenced? Because lots of people hate when Lacey shares truth. They respond very badly to it. …And yet if there’s an Illuminati…and she accidentally found it…she’s manifested things by accident by being inculcated into it without her consent. …And…when she’s shared truth it has impacted things for the better. …But she’s real truth not pretty real truth like Bobby Kennedy Junior, my supposed teenage ex-lover-son according to the sickos who analyzed me in the US media. …She’s my actual lover. Jack Kennedy was an awful accident. Bobby Junior never happened at all. …So…she’s upsetting to some.
But…it’s upsetting because it’s truth. It’s not about anything really upsetting. Not unless you’re a materialistic narcissist. Or a gay man who’s narcissistically attached to the idea I was attracted to men. Or a gay man who’s scared of things deviating from the popular narrative. …No. You can’t walk into a bookstore in a college town and pick up a book and hear God’s absolute truth guaranteed. Sometimes what you read is completely correct and sometimes it’s not. …David Pitts ignored a lot things and stayed with the popular narrative that I was gay…for lots of reasons. Monetary reasons. Personal reasons of psychological attachment. But…his attachment to the idea and credentials and famous book don’t prove I was attracted to men. …And if you’re logical about what I say and how I sound and how prescient I am…you’d have to wonder if I’m supernatural. And I am. I’m a ghost.
Why is God allowing this? Well…she’s profoundly lonely. I’m madly in love with her. I’ve wanted to be with her since I was alive and a teenager. And I’m livid about the life I led and so is and was my family. I’ve been mad since I died. I died because I was mad. …And possibly the supernatural has gone MUCH too far to personally attack her to the point of deep perversion. …She can’t fathom Satan’s obsession with her and worries for him. For real. …Because she knows God loves other humans too. Actually…Satan grieves her. Why did he have to fall? It’s truly sad to her. God might actually understand her perspective and it’s part of how Satan tries to torture Him.
Portrait of Jennie from 1948 is not necessarily about the occult.
So…as there’s sex in Heaven…and it’s redeemed…and…we are able to go there through Christ’s sacrifice to atone for our sins…terrifying or minuscule…you might wonder if I’m her husband. As in, nobody else can have her. …In truth…that’s the rub. Alright? If I’m not a demon…God wouldn’t and won’t help her to be separated from me now. So…she’s sort of single…but only to the mortal eye. Or she’s in a dead marriage…with no one on the side. But…I’m not on the side no, and yet we are together. And there may be some dead and living people who cognitively struggle to comprehend that due to their deep inability to like the idea. …”How could he have been that confused!?!” they say, clutching their figurative pearls. “Men don’t pretend to be gay!!!” they say, holding their pearls tighter. But why not!? Why is that impossible? “Because you were sort of famous and famous people never make huge mistakes in public like that!” they say, flabbergasted. But they do. Anne Heche did to some degree. Others have too. It’s actually kind of common to get really confused…and act weirdly different than who you actually are in the public eye. Usually people are under duress. Drugs. Alcoholism. Mental illness. …I wasn’t mentally-ill, but I was both confused and living with a huge amount of psychological distress. I’d been molested. My father died. We lost our family fortune. My home life was very sad at times. …I was not okay when Jack Kennedy met me.
“Oh, it’s completely safe to talk to this person on Instagram. She’s never going to figure out that we’re real and that we’re actually talking to her. She’s just some moron who pretends to be upper-class.” the lower class by birth media members thought of Lacey, if there’s an Illuminati, in 2016.
“You bitch!” Joe Biden said to Lacey as he won the US Presidency in 2020, if there’s an Illuminati.
No. It’s a terrible idea to assume things of Lacey. It’s a bad idea to assume things of me too. But…with her…it’s probably more dangerous if you have ill-intent. Her father is very protective. Both her Heavenly Father and her father. And her father is deeply traumatized at this point in her life. And she’s…loving. Nasty people who lie are easier to deal with.
My question and her question is why the US media, should there be an Illuminati were so ignorant. Why did they make the same mistakes uneducated people do when it comes to understanding the Midwest. Why did they not understand her family’s background? Why…are they so very unaware when it comes to issues of social class? Why…did they delude themselves into thinking she was someone she isn’t? It’s very disorienting to her. She’d never have expected them to be so backward…and lowly…and cruel…and evil.
“I agree.
My family has been stable enough for generations. But we’re from Tennessee. RURAL TENNESSEE. …It makes sense we’d be ignorant possibly. And I’m very narcissistic. …What’s their excuse?” says Casi.
“I saw her perfume collection. It was…worth hundreds I thought. At first. I didn’t think perfume would have a big resale value. And I assumed she’d bought most of it for cheap. …So…I estimated her perfume collection to be worth hundreds of Dollars. And I was way off. And I realized that as time went on.
And…we read her posts about her Great Granduncle but we based it on Great Britain and we assumed it meant little in regard to social class. And we took cues from movies like Fargo about her family. …We didn’t think real wealth could exist except in very rare families in the entire Midwest. For real.
We thought…she was fat. And then we had fun talking about it with each other and coming up with lots of conspiracies. Like that she was a trans woman, even thought that made no sense at all. Medically or physically. Not even pushing it, it was just fun to be mean and think of ways to hurt her.
Lots of us…have very little experience with Old Money or the Midwest or Scotland or people like her in any regard. …We’re New Age. New Money. And we worked damn hard and are uppity, pretentious and proud of it.
…My kids will probably hate me. I’m a terrible person in reality. …But…I took my last name and made it mean something. And they’re either going to have to hide it…or they’ll find joy in using to protect themselves and advance themselves. And that…makes me happy. That’s what I live for.” says a somewhat famous journalist.
“But what about her lifestyle? There were some red flags!” says Casi.
Solomon by Hans Zimmer plays.
“Yeah. Okay.
But…we’re spoiled. And she inconvenienced us. Okay?
Look…it was easier to lie to ourselves and deny the reality of what we saw than not. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And it was also an emotional response.
So…we felt triggered by her. But she didn’t mean to trigger us. And…we don’t and didn’t want to admit we were triggered.
But also…we were from the lower classes. I was. Most of my closest friends have roots in the lower classes. We’re New Money. And no, some New Money is…deep. But in my experience we tend to cut corners. For the sake of our careers and the bottom line. …We don’t take time to really analyze things the way they used to in the past…and we don’t worry if it’s not entirely accurate or clear. Because that’s not the point to us anymore. The point has been to get as much money as possible as quickly as possible and maintain power for the right people. …It sounds mundane, and trite and…fake to say that, but on this blog…if there’s an Illuminati, I will. I’ll admit we’re corrupt.” says the journalist.
“Okay. But wasn’t it obvious she wasn’t fake?” says a man.
Eros by Nicholas Britell plays.
“Yes. …But look…if Lem was straight he looks straight and he did smile way too much and way too sincerely at Jack Kennedy’s wedding to make sense as a homosexual, okay!? …Like…that is weird. But even David Pitts completely ignores that. Or chooses to. And it’s reality. And no…it…makes…no…sense. It makes no sense unless he was straight. I’ve analyzed it. And it’s actually one of the reasons I feel brave enough to say this.
Actually…I wonder if he was involved in the assassination of JFK. …But…*I shrug* that’s not something I will ever be discussing openly. I can almost guarantee it.
I mean he had to have been pissed-off at him right? …No, not jealousy. Hatred for deeper reasons. Or…less romantic ones, we’ll say.
…Anyway…we can talk about that more later.
The point is…I lie to myself. Daily. Always. Often.
*Eyes Shut – Nocturne in C Minor by Nicholas Britell plays.*
I learned early on to lie to myself to get ahead. To absorb everything and adjust to everything and abandon anything that held me back. No matter what. Because…I came from nothing important and I wanted to be important. …Not really. …You know? …So…you give up things. And one of the things I gave up was that sense of reality ordinary people have. Because…when you’re New Money skyrocketing your way to the top…being inculcated into the Illusion, the Great Illusion…the Illuminati…you have to be tough. Right? Strong. …And not be afraid or bothered by stuff.
So…I lie.
And some people are less vulnerable. Anderson Cooper…would never have made the same mistake MSNBC did. He’s not the best person ever…but he’s not going to make that mistake. …And he might be a better person than me. Whatever. …I don’t have that psychological luxury. I have no escape. My career and our family is all we have, really. Maybe my wife and I have something more…but mostly we live off of each other. There’s no safety net.
So…I took a shortcut. And I didn’t think it’d matter.
Look…how did the country find itself where it is? Because we did something horrible. …And our weaknesses are being exposed now the world. …The Fourth Estate is…filled with peasants. Hardworking, determined and intelligent peasants. And some ideologues. …And Anderson Cooper. Ha! No…but…lots of us are from poor backgrounds or from New Money or the middle class. We aren’t…apt to think we can psychological afford things. So…when we’re told to worship Baal we do. And hide whatever bothers us. Like good little servants. Right? …I’m the scullery maid. It just looks like I’m a big deal, in a way. …At least now. Because…I’m on television. And…I’m not Old Money private wealth. I don’t have that freedom or luxury. …And when I’m told to worship Joe Biden I do that too.
When I’m told in hushed tones to…make him win…I do my part. I do my best. …After all if I don’t what will happen to me? Right? …I can’t risk it.
And maybe in the past…when people were more honorable and Old Money had more obvious power…the US Press was free. But now…we rarely are allowed that.
And Russia knows it. And people like Lacey’s father have suspected it for years. But they’re fussy old Republicans. Right? Weirdos. So…why listen to them? But…our social order was ruined in the 20th Century. Or was it? See…we’re such a new country. I would argue that we should…wait and see. Or…maybe…we were doomed from the start.
But…I can’t be honest. Not on television. Not really. Because I’d love to tell you when I’m on television what’s really going on at times and I just can’t. …And yeah, I’ve sold-out. I’ve sold-out. …But it was for the American Dream. …Lots of my friends have sold out for the American Dream.
*Night by Ludovico Einaudi plays.*
What do you want from me?
If you had the chance to win…the way I did…what would you really do? …Something tells me you’d do what I did too. And maybe that’s what’s wrong with us in this country. We’re not Lacey. We don’t have an unending love for honor like an aristocrat prepared to literally ride on a horse and kill somebody in battle with a sword. And I guarantee you she would. With proper training. …It’s what she wants to do.
No…we’re not Daisy and Tom’s daughter. It’s not in us to suicidally cut off someone else’s head in exaltation like Joan of Arc. We’re not holding ourselves back. …We’re hopeful to be the ones watching. Writing about her. And people like her. …Her son was sparred from Vietnam and I say that now to make her day brighter. I mean…what’s the best case scenario there? That he escaped to Canada. That’s sad too.
I think part of the reason we loved the Kennedys is because they seemed so brave. They seemed like us…but also…profound and noble. …And maybe…they weren’t.
Maybe there’s no magical shortcut. Maybe you have to work your way up slowly. Generation by generation. And it’s not through mere higher education or wealth or fame that you acquire real nobility. Not the sort of nobility that makes a country great or work.
…I like to think I’m becoming a better person. But it took time. And in a society like ours time feels way too expensive.
Let’s hope for the best.
Future Markets by Jonny Greenwood plays.
This fall…*I laugh* I’m DOOMED. Either way I’m in trouble. Regardless who wins.
And if you think this is going away in 4 more years you’re naive. …It’s not.
Truthfully…if there’s an Illuminati…I’m one of the most important people in world history. *I laugh* Not that anyone will ever know that either. By letting things…become what they did…and being so foolish…and bourgeois…I altered world history. I tugged on Scotia’s cape. Should she have existed at all. I…may have destroyed the Kennedy Myth…forever. I altered so damn much. By just…poking around and being myself. It’s astounding. But…that was the American Dream, right Nicholas Sparks? Right Steven Spielberg? Right…Stanley Kubrick?
Stanley Kubrick is dead. And yet…maybe…I just talked to him. And 500 years ago…you’d not have been surprised to hear that.” says the journalist.
Keen to Cross the Pond 