The homosexual community messed-up with me. My words were sarcastic and dark and biting. I meant them to be…cautionary. I meant to warn gay men away from being gay…but I wasn’t gay at all. And I didn’t understand it. I assumed all gay men were like me. And…I wasn’t even gay at all.
A few people have caught my tone. A few journalists. Mostly male. …Often moderate to conservative men. …A few Old Money types. …But often, people don’t quite understand. …Often cheerful, optimistic gay men…HORRIFICALLY misunderstand my words. Think I’m gushing over JFK and violently throwing heterosexual marriage in the gutter. …But…I’m not. …Not at all! And actually…I’m being sarcastic. Dark. Hateful even, possibly…in my own passive aggressive way. …Lacey and I are meant for each other. And where she’s…extremely reticent to ever be that…disdainful…she forces herself to try to be tough and stand up for herself. …And if you’re perceptive you know she’s not…being…herself. …She’s trying to be…brutally honest.
I was actually A LOT like Skippy Handelman from Family Ties. …Me, as who I actually was, was…the French-British American version of him. …Keep that in mind. …A very quirky, unusually intelligent French-British American Skippy Handelman…was molested at 13… by a priest…got confused, lost his dad…and then decided he was gay and that Jack Kennedy…was a safe life-guide. …I wasn’t bisexual. …I was actually straight. …You’d be better off thinking I was bisexual than gay, but I was actually straight.
Lacey’s an extraordinary beauty. …Petite for a huge man like me. …And…yet…she loves a guy with glasses. …Sure I look great without them according to her…but…she likes my…every quirk. …And…nobody can make her as happy as me. Make her feel as calm. As…safe. As…at peace. And…I was made to need a wife who is that way. A forever mate. God created sex in His original design before we fell.
…But even if God in His divine mercy and understanding allows us to interact. Last night I practically manifested visibly when we were alone together late at night. …But I’m dead. …So…I can’t say everything I want to say. …She hears me. But…it’s like talking over a phone. …Slightly at least. …Better than nothing!! But there’s so much I’d say to defend her…and explain her…that I can’t say. Not easily enough!
You liked me. …We connected. …You felt…admiration for me. …Skippy Handelman has fans. You “get” him. …But without a full knowledge of her own beauty…and without her father Tom’s love…for at least more of her childhood…and Margy’s approval of her…you can’t stand her.
Brahms “Hungarian Dance No. 11” plays.
“No! That’s not true!” you say?
No. It is true. You all barely appreciate her at all. …REALLY!
Listen…she’s a lot like Scotia
She’s…white…all Scottish people are…but…there’s something almost Arab about them? Dark. …And even if there’s not reincarnation Lacey has that…edge. To her personality. …Like a beautiful Egyptian woman. …I don’t know, I think Egyptians have an edge. That’s just my opinion. I think that culture is edgy. …Jews can be edgy in a somewhat similar way. …Italians. Greeks. …And even if there’s not reincarnation…Lacey has that…ability to stand back and observe…and…cut as sharp as a knife. Be passionate sincerely…and not silly nor fake. …That’s what you don’t ever seem to want to accept. …That that’s real. That’s REAL. She really is like that. …You’re not imagining things. …And yes…in that…beauty and…sharpness…she is…ditzy. …Sweet. Tender. Feminine. Sincerely vulnerable. …And without me around…or any man around who understands her…she’s…not entirely safe. Yes, I’m aware how that sounds. I don’t care! …If there’s an Illuminati it irks some people how men like Putin defend her. But…he does that because he understands her. He’s known women like her. Or is like that himself. …And…it’s not unfair. …I’m dead. She was…not raised with Tom. …She’s actually far less abrasive than you realize. …You’re just not used someone being so…genuinely tough. …Like Harold Loeb. …And you react like Hemingway. You can’t stand her.
“She’s so superior!” said Diego mockingly in 2016. …Doesn’t that remind you of Robert Cohn? SO JEWISH AND SUPERIOR.
Why do you hate that so damn much? Well…I have some theories. But I don’t really know for certain. …I personally don’t hate it. At all. I find it…alluring and…I understand how sweet and loving and heartbreakingly sacrificial she is to her core. In eternal worship of Christ.
Are You Serious by Andrew Bird plays.
So…why? Because…I think…you keep missing it. …Yes, there’s been a herd of narcissists attacking her. …But…that’s not necessarily all that happened. …I think you all genuinely don’t get…how little she truly understands about your perspective of her. …Yesterday I made her look at herself in the mirror when she was talking to her kids and not altering her face to look in the mirror. She prepares herself to see awful things every time and it alters her face. And that’s what she thinks you all see too. Because she’s not stupid…but ditzy and she’s never analyzed it. …And she was stunned by how beautiful her face actually is. She’s partially never photographed it well…because she’s always tried to capture the image she’s always seen in the mirror instead of what she actually looks like… She has no idea how to hold her face. We’re very different in that way. She barely understands the concept of posing…in a functional sense at all…for herself. She very much gets the concept. But…for her…it’s…like driving stick shift, we’ll say. …She’s understands how people do it. But…getting her body to do it is a different thing.
Lacey is fiercely…impossible…to conquer. Unless you’re Christ…don’t try. It’s safer to just jump off of a cliff. …Or…I guess…you can love her. But then…you are that too.
“Skin and Bones (Instrumental)” by David Kushner plays.
So…she’s not Africa. Not at all. …And…if you’re expecting her to die as the chariot swings low…bringing her to Heaven? STOP. …That’s not what happens. …People like her? …Well…have you seen what goes down in the Middle East? Yeah. …It ain’t…over. Okay? She does not…ever…ever…EVER…give in. …EVER. She reassesses and uses darkness against itself like a noose. Tightening the cord until demons choke and defect in ASTOUNDING fear of God. And all in an elegant, sexy, beautiful manner. It’s…gorgeous.
That’s who you’re fighting. Not…a lovely, strong Black woman who has…Heaven on the horizon. Africa can be conquered. Africa is…old. …But Africa tends to gracefully just die. In general that’s how Africa has been. Very…lush. Down-to-Earth. Heartbreaking. …Accepting. Dignified and Heaven minded. …God reveals Himself even in their suffering. A facet of Himself. …They fight. But…you can conquer them. It’s happened. It’s not…inglorious. But…very different.
Lacey’s not like that. …And she’s not inglorious either. But…she’s sharp. Like a razor blade. And death…is…obsessed with her. …As if the Earth is…desperately studying her…to try to find some hidden passageway back through time to find the Garden of Eden once again.
But she’s not a nihilist. She’s…a sword. A beloved…trustworthy…faithful…beautiful sword…as a type. …And…death is REAL.
You can’t conquer her. You can try to love her. But she doesn’t…end. She will hang on…forever. You better be SURE…you’re in the right place in your heart. Innocent. Well-intentioned. Loving. Pure. At least human. …Because if you’re being Jack Kennedy…so to speak…you’ll find yourself like a fool shot to pieces…slowly starved over time…of hope for your evil…choking to death on the overpowering light of Christ shined in your eyes, painfully blinding you. …Bobby Kennedy Junior is experiencing a bit of that right now. His family’s reputation has been permanently destroyed. His whole family. And he’s made himself a pariah. A joke. A…prisoner. Locked in a life sentence of total, unendingly eternal humiliation…in the fallen world. There’s no return. And he senses that. Even if it’s just a tiny bit.
He always chose evil…in regard to Lacey. And yet claimed the righteousness of Christ. Regardless. Regardless of whether or not there’s an Illuminati.
If it’s painful to him…maybe I was just going to let him die. Of heroin. Before this. His evil…and his…infamy as a short…loser…of epic proportions. The son of another small man. With a vain, slightly ugly, narcissistic mother. …Parents who saw public approval as their Heaven.
Lacey is a sword. As a type. And Bobby vainly denied it. And in so doing…he’s fallen on it…and is drawing his whole family with him. …There were Levites who died from the electrical manifestation of the power of God. We’re MORTAL. …We fell.
But there’s no more need to hate her…or fear her…than you fear the third rail. Or a sword behind glass at a museum. Or…death itself, in Christ. GOD HAS CONQUERED DEATH. …You just need to learn to give her the proper amount of respect. Nothing outlandish. And yes, being disrespectful to her even more…would end the whole world. It’s gone that far. …You needn’t worry…being properly respectful merely gives her back her violently stolen peace. …You lose nothing. That’s an illusion. In her case.
So…one last time: GIVE IT UP!
Tell us…what’s bothering you. I’m DEAD. I’ll HEAR YOU!!
The song ends.
Later the next night:
“Lacey…where did you grow-up?” asks Casi.
“West Bloomington.” says Lacey.
“Wow! Aren’t you posh!?” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “Are you mocking me? Assuming I’m bragging?” says Lacey.
“Yeah.” says Casi. She thinks. “I’ve noticed you never get this type of insult. EVER.”
They think.
“And I thought you were being passive aggressive. …Like a Southerner. …But now I’m realizing you actually really don’t get it.” says Casi.
“So it’s not a complete yes?” says Lacey.
“No. It’s a yes. …I’m just nervous to be honest.” says Casi.
“Why!?” says Lacey.
“Because if you’re not bragging I just totally fucked-up.” says Casi,
“I wasn’t. …I was just answering the question.” says Lacey.
“But the way you said it…indicated you put thought into it.” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “I did analyze it. But…I don’t think I’m bragging.”
“You say it like it means something.” says Casi.
“Because it did. And does. …What difference does that make” says Lacey.
“LACEY PEOPLE READ THAT!!” says Casi.
“I don’t realize they were paying that much attention to what I said. …Casi most of my life I’ve been ignored or neglected. …I genuinely had no idea people would analyze my tone that much.” says Lacey.
“Why do you say it that way?” says Casi, in fear.
Brahms “Hungarian Dance No. 11” plays.
“Because I’m talking to myself.” says Lacey. “I was an only child. …And I’m keeping myself company. It’s a subconscious habit. …And I’d never taken much conscious note of it until now.” says Lacey.
“So you’re telling yourself it’s posh?” says a British man.
“Yes. …I’m thinking you may or may not any any idea. And I barely care. …I say it that way I think mostly to talk to myself. …To keep from feeling lonely in the conversation.” says Lacey. “I think it’s coping mechanism I developed years ago.”
Casi nods. “And you’re bullied?”
“I was. …After age 10 I was mostly just…left alone. And that was a good thing. I was savagely bullied.” says Lacey.
“And you were being abused at home?” says Casi.
“Yes. …And there’s barely anything wrong with me. I’m an extremely strong person. Really. In Christ.” says Lacey.
“Except you talk to yourself.” says Casi. “When other people are talking to you.”
“You’re not supposed have noticed. …I genuinely doubted you’d notice.” says Lacey.
“So you’re telling yourself it’s posh?” says a Middle Easterner.
“Yes! …Because it is. Or was. …And…I think I’m reminiscing with myself.” says Lacey. “And categorizing it.”
“I have a similar habit!” says a nerdy librarian Boomer who recently died. “Most people noticed…but weren’t as upset by it. …Why does her categorization bother you so damn much??” she says to the perfume community. “Facts are facts. GROW-UP!”
“Because I took like an insult.” says Casi.
“Then confront her!” says the dead Boomer.
Casi thinks. Rubs her forehead.
“You should!!” says Lacey to Casi. “DO IT!”
“Fine.
YOU SUCK!” says Casi. She exhales sharply. “Umm…so you think I grew-up poor?” she says, whimpering.
Lacey laughs, unable to control herself. “Casi , you did.” says Lacey.
Casi stares at her.
“What!? You obviously did. …What the fuck do you want me to think!? It’s OBVIOUS. …You were a loud person.” says Lacey.
Casi thinks. “It’s hard for me!” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “Well my goodness! …Why do you think I’d throw that in your face!? What sort of asshole do you think I am!?” says Lacey.
Casi laughs. Looks hurried.
“My GOD! …Do you think the whole damn world revolves around you? I have my own inner life in my brain!” says Lacey. “My GOD!
…No! I don’t give a shit where you grew-up…unless I should! …Are you a fucking piece of trash from Hell!?”
JD Rockefeller laughs. Cackles is more like it.
Casi smiles. Sighs. Thinks. “You…don’t get it! …People care!!!”
“What people!?!” says Lacey.
“A LOT OF PEOPLE!!!” says Casi.
“WHERE!??” says Lacey.
“Are you serious!?” says Casi.
“My gosh! Where!??” says Lacey.
“The store! …Ahh…other people in the perfume community. …You seriously think nobody notices!?” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “See…I’ve heard that. …My parents were paranoid about it. …But they were both Old Money and messed-up. …And…my experiences with people have never been like that. …The people who my parents said were snobby were often nice to me. …Even in our own family. Maybe even nicer than other people. …So…I think my head is…all messed-up in my perspective now. …What are you talking about?” says Lacey.
Casi fumes. “I WISH WE KNEW WHETHER OR NOT REINCARNATION EXISTS!” yells Casi at God, in dire need of His intervention. “If it doesn’t…this won’t necessarily work. But…regardless…what would you have thought before?”
“Dammit!
DAMMIT!!!” yells Lacey.
“What!?” says Casi.
“I NEED TO KNOW!!!” Lacey yells at God.
“She’s right.” says Putin, who could be Alexei Romanov, from the grave.
“SO!?” yells Casi at Lacey.
“See…everyone yells at me.” says Lacey. “That it isn’t real. And I’m a heretic. Sending people to Hell. For even discussing it. …Or…they claim Lem was madly in love with Jack…in a way he COULD NEVER BE WITH ME. …And then I start to doubt lots of ideas I took seriously…if there’s a before.” says Lacey.
“NO!!!!” screams Suebelle from the future in horror. “WE DID THAT!??”
“Most living people did. Yes.” says God. “You told her that incessantly. For most of her life. Like you were INSANE. Like her believing that would save the whole damn world. And she was a TERRIBLE curse on humanity for ever remotely even coming close to thinking otherwise. And I take that VERY…SERIOUSLY.”
“How did we do!? If we never even knew her!?” says Suebelle.
“Me. The Illuminati. It’s JFK! Think about it!” says Satan, slightly annoyed.
“Did I say that!?” says Casi.
“ALMOST EVERYONE DID AND DOES!! CONSTANTLY!!” bellows God, in exasperation.
“That’s so possible.” says Mark Zuckerberg, “I’m being serious. …It’s like a forever chemical. He’s…a microplastic. …He’s EVERYWHERE. …And I think he really might have been obsessed…with Lem. …From a psychological perspective…with my Millennial know-how…I can…see it.”
Lacey thinks.
“By the way…I’m weird too. To people.” says Mark Zuckerberg to Lacey.
“Yeah. I wondered.” says Lacey, sadly.
He nods. “Yeah. We’re…not awkward. But…awkward.”
“Mark are you a Roman Emperor?” asks Jeff Bezos.
“Yes. Possibly. If there’s reincarnation.” says Mark Zuckerberg, shrugging.
Jeff Bezos laughs. “That’s actually really intriguing.”
“From a theoretical perspective.” says Lacey.
Jeff Bezos nods. Thinks.
“So…I can’t gather enough trust together to take my old beliefs seriously.” says Lacey to Casi.
Hilary Hahn winces.
“Why is that so upsetting?” Martin Scorsese asks her.
“Because…it’s so…vile.” says Hilary, sincerely. “She knew more…before. And through no fault of her own…she’s been brainwashed into believing a lie. …And I think of stupid movies like ‘What Dreams May Come’ and…I cringe at the way we’ve been unbelievably cruel to her. Should reincarnation exist. FOR NO DAMN GOOD REASON. AT ALL.” she says.
“Did she even mean to die!?” says Martin Scorsese.
“NO!!” says Hilary.
He thinks.
“What did you think?” says Casi.
“It’s painful to talk about.” says Lacey.
“Oh! Because it reminds you of Lem!?” says Casi.
“Yes.” says Lacey.
“Well…but if there’s reincarnation…I was there too. Just…think of telling me.” says Casi.
“Well…I might have changed my mind.
But…I used to think…most poor people didn’t deserve to be poor.” says Lacey.
“Violin Concerto in E Minor” by Mendelssohn as performed by Hilary Hahn plays. With the Oslo Philharmonic Orchestra, conducted by Hugh Wolff.
“What else?” says Casi.
“That…poor people suffered excruciating pain. …And deserved unfailing sympathy.” says Lacey.
“How would you have told me where you grew-up before?” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “I grew-up in West Bloomington.” says Lacey.
Casi thinks. Laughs.
Lacey thinks.
“Umm…you sound British.” says Casi. “But I’d have no way of telling what that means.”
“Well!!? What does one do!?” says Lacey. “If there’s reincarnation…that’s all I have to work with! That’s LITERALLY ALL I HAVE TO WORK WITH! …I CANNOT TRY ANY HARDER!!!” says Lacey, fuming.
“Why did you laugh at me?” says Casi.
“Because…it’s…not who you are.” says Lacey, laughing, “I’m sorry!!!”
“Lacey I don’t know that!” says Casi.
“REALLY!?!?” says Lacey.
Casi thinks.
“You know…damn. I wish I knew. …Because to be honest…if I’m Virginia…you’re right. …I do know that. …And it comforts me.” says Casi. “SHIT!!!”
“I don’t have that anymore. …And…I’m…at a loss.” says Lacey.
“Okay…but you were right!! Before!!” says Casi.
“Nope!! Can’t be! …Lem became gay! Because I’m A VAIN, WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!” says Lacey, to echo the voices in her head. “MEN SATISFY MEN! And WOMEN ARE WORMS! And JFK…IS AMAZING!!!”
“Is that almost literally what you hear?” says Casi.
“Yes.” says Lacey.
“Huh.
What else?” says Casi.
Lacey starts to talk but Casi blurts out, “I’m beginning to see why I came on to you if there’s reincarnation. …RAGE.” says Casi.
“I knew I was right.” says the dead nerdy Boomer woman to someone, and possibly God too.
“That…I’m going to Hell. For being…unforgivable. Not…able to submit to God.” says Lacey.
“What else??” says Casi.
“That I’m stupid and evil to think Lem could ever have truly loved me. Truly. …Because…he’s so far above me.” says Lacey.
“How?” says Casi.
“In every way! At his core.” says Lacey.
“How!?!?” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “By virtue of being a ‘fun person.’” says Lacey.
“Entertaining!??” says Casi.
“Yes. …Fun to be around. …I hear that I’m gross…and the worst sort of evil…for being…serious to the point of being…WORSE THAN SATAN HIMSELF.” says Lacey.
“That’s not…a thing.” says Casi.
“Well…that’s what I hear. Daily. And have heard…in my spirit…daily…MY WHOLE LIFE.” says Lacey.
“Why is being serious so EVIL!?” asks a British woman.
Lacey thinks. “Hmm…because it’s…mean?” says Lacey. “Like the…worst sort of evil!?”
“That’s…weird.” says Casi.
“Mm…but I’ve heard it. …For so long. …It’s like…wretched people like me…are cruel and strict and…pure evil. …And…silly people are not.” says Lacey.
“Silly like Lem?” says Germany.
“Yes. …Fun.” says Lacey.
“But is Lem being sincere?!?” says Germany.
“I’ve always wondered too. …But this voice…has always suggested that my wondering is connected to what’s wrong with me. …That…I just don’t get him. And that’s why I don’t AT ALL DESERVE HIM.” says Lacey.
“That’s all rubbish.” says Casi. “I guarantee you!!! RUBBISH!!!”
“So wait…is Lem being real!?!” asks a gay man.
“I never get around to figuring it out. …Because my thoughts are always completely shouted over. And I respond empathetically and shut-up and listen.” says Lacey.
Elton John cracks-up laughing.
“Maybe he’s not.” he says to Lacey.
“Hmm…but then I’m sure I’ve been told I’m not smart enough to be that right.” says Lacey.
“Let’s say he’s not serious. …Just for a second! …What is going on!?” says a French emperor.
Lacey thinks. “He got taken advantage of. …He misunderstood something. *she thinks* …And he…might hate Jack now. And there’s no going back. God Himself will have to restore that…because Lem doesn’t get that angry unless it’s damn near impossible to get along with a person. They’re….off the charts impossible and…very possibly extremely evil. Pure evil. …Not as a given…but…I’d not assume they weren’t. …And…he may have started…destroying himself. Out of anger. At himself. For being taken in. …I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds being himself unbearable at times. …Gross humiliation.” says Lacey.
Casi thinks. “That’s actually what happened.”
“Did he…harm himself too much?” says Lacey.
Casi winces. Eyes shut. Thinks. Breathes. Cries. Thinks. Breathes. …Cries. “No.” she says. “I’d tell you if it was otherwise. No.”
Lacey thinks.
“Lacey that’s RUBBISH!!” Casi repeats.
“What!?” says Lacey.
“What you’re being told by other people. Who are dead. And choosing to avoid their punishment.” says Casi.
Lacey thinks. “They’re using my father’s voice. Or something like that. To talk to me.” says Lacey.
“Sounds SO LIKELY!” says Casi.
They think.
“I’m sorry I was mean to you.” says Casi, crying, but trying not to.
“If you mean it, thank you.” says Lacey with wise caution.
“Of course.” says Casi. “No…really though. It’s RUBBISH!!!”
Lacey thinks.
“LACEY!!!! IT ISN’T REAL!!” says Casi.
Lacey thinks.
“Lacey.” says Casi, smiling. “It isn’t real.”
Lacey thinks.
“No. It’s absolute nonsense. …I think Kick was in denial. …She wants to be us, sweetheart. But she’s a Boston hood rat…genetically…with a billionaire daddy. …So was Jack. Evil hood rats. …Lem got taken-in. …But…they want…TO BE US.” says Casi. “If there’s reincarnation…Jack got an assignment to attack the British Empire…but he didn’t. …And nobody is saying that. But he failed. …He got sidetracked attacking…a woman he was…hurt by. Because he hadn’t realized how backward him and his mother were. Or how…gross or poor. …Or possibly ugly. …And he got unnecessarily hurt by reality. …And…I think he actually has…psychotic envy of Lem. …I think he envies you…but I think he’s focused on you…to avoid the painful truth about Lem. That Lem is…unconquerable. …I think he got sidetracked on you two as individuals for…sad…lowly reasons. …And decided to make Lem love him…until he could find someone even more impressive to get to love him…and then got stuck on you…because his conscience told him you were a problem. And then he realized Lem loved you in a way he couldn’t love anyone else…as a man…and he was hurt…but he also then had to realize again how…poor, ugly, backward and stupid he actually was in Japan. And…I think being weak and stupid and ignorant…he couldn’t psychologically handle it. …If there’s reincarnation. …He could be just obsessed with Lem. But…I doubt it.” says Casi to Lacey.
Lacey looks doubtful.
“Lacey…my love…if there’s reincarnation…do you think he can appreciate Lem like you do!?” says Casi.
“Is that possible?” says Lacey.
Casi thinks. “No!” says Casi. “His art…isn’t your art. You’re too different. …I see some similarities. …But no. That’s impossible. And you’re actually very different people.”
Lacey thinks.
“I…see it. I do. I get why you find him attractive. …But…I couldn’t tolerate his flaws. Or love them. The way you do.” says Casi. “See…you got attached to his flaws. Not…his evil. But…him. …That’s not common. At all.”
Lacey thinks.
“No. It’s not real.” says Casi. “And…Lem went to Harvard and Princeton…and his grandmother…gave him an inheritance. …The Kennedys didn’t have that. …If there’s reincarnation Kick was trying to be me. With her…British boyfriends in the upper class. …But…she messed it up.” says Casi.
“I’d have very little idea what you mean. …What do you mean?” asks Lacey.
Casi laughs. “Men…do not…all…cheat. …That’s a Kennedy 20th Century myth. …You and I both know that’s NONSENSE. …And you can’t go into a situation like the one she was in…with that Kennedy myth as your absolute truth. You’ll wind up dead. …And she did.” says Casi.
“HOW!?” says a British woman.
Strangers In The Night as performed by Frank Sinatra plays.
If there’s reincarnation Casi dances mindlessly for a dead French emperor. She thinks.
“Well…” says Casi, standing still and tilting her head in thought.
The song ends.
Musica Ricercata, II (Mesto, rigido e ceremoniale) by Dominic Harlan plays.
Casi bows if there’s reincarnation and an Illuminati. She bows before her dead French emperor. And carefully approaches him. Rests her head at his feet. He smiles, kisses her fingertips and she smiles, and stands behind him on a platform.
“I was his…muse. His…lover.” says Casi. “If there’s reincarnation. …He loved me. …But he could have had me killed at any moment. …I was constantly at his mercy. …And I knew that. …I knew that even though I came from an aristocratic family…I was at HIS mercy. ALWAYS.” she explains. “And often he granted me reprieve as part of rituals. If there’s an Illuminati. To exert power. Over me. And other people.
…He once killed a cat. Just to prove that he was serious.
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The Kennedys did not understand that. Not really. They still don’t.
And you see…how do such men get such power? Not through evil. Ha! You and I both know that’s not functional. Thinking otherwise is…psychotic. As popular as that is today.
…No. my dear. If there’s reincarnation through…honor. …You gain people’s respect. The respect of the masses. The respect of the elite. Respect.
And so…you always have to think. …And then think again. …And I doubt any Kennedy…has ever realized that.” says Casi.
The song ends.
Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing plays.
“You have to love. That much.” says Casi lip-synching.
The song plays.
“That’s Lem.” says Casi. “Watching you. And Michael. And…me…watching…him with his wife.” If there’s reincarnation.
The song restarts.
“JFK died because Lem got sick of babysitting an asshole. Who felt he was a saint.” says Casi. “Jack was that way too. So was Jackie.”
The song plays.
“The whole damn family is like that. So self-righteous. And Lem just got sick of it. …And so JFK Jr. drove drunk, essentially. …But you see…you can’t do that.
When you’re a mistress to a man like a French emperor you have to be…a dirty…shrewd…saint. You have to be…faithful. And sincere. You can’t fool around. You can’t cheat. In ANY way. …EVER. …Because he WATCHES YOU. …And if he doesn’t…you’re already out of the game. …It’s miserable, in a way. But it’s also…worth it. Because…he actually was somewhat faithful.
The song restarts.
He had other lovers. But…at the same time…not really. …I mean…it was all thought out. He didn’t just have loose, stupid sex. With random people. He…thought about it. And…so…I had a lot of control over him. …It was nothing like what we think today. …And you know that…AND SO DO I. …But we’re so beaten by the shit the Kennedys shoved down our throats in the media in the 20th Century we barely believe it anymore. So much sexual history has been lost due to those shithead closeted homosexuals. …Those NARCISSISTIC LIARS. So much confusion.
I. Allegro non troppo by Dmitry Shostakovich plays.
…If there’s reincarnation Alexei can barely stand it. …It’s like Hell!” says Casi crying.
1:04
“So…if there’s reincarnation…Napoleon III…cheated on you?” asks a reader. “But didn’t really cheat?”
“Yes.” says Casi. “Ask Virginia if there’s not reincarnation. What I’m saying might be true anyway.
…He cheated. But…with a purpose. …It wasn’t just…mindless narcissistic behavior. …He was…intentional about it.
So…for months he’d be only with me. …MONTHS. …And then…we’d fall apart. And his wife would catch his eye. And…I lose him. Temporarily. …But he made me promise to never give up on him. …And so I tried to. To never give up on him.” says Casi.
“Did you feel cheated on?” asks a reader.
“No. …I was the other woman. And if I’d been queen…I’d have…expected him to be selfish…on occasion. But…not really. Not…really. You know? …He did love his wife. Sort of. …He just loved me a lot more. …And…at the time…it was understood. I was…not his father’s second daughter *she laughs* I was…his second wife. …And he didn’t marry me. Fine! But…I had…his heart. Almost always. No question.” says Casi.
“Did he sleep with his wife!?” asks a woman in the Illuminati.
“Rarely. …It’s not at all like the Kennedys.
They had an actual cold marriage. They actually weren’t really together. …She couldn’t stand him at times. Sincerely couldn’t stand him. …And I adored him.” says Casi.
“So they had a broken marriage. …Why didn’t they just get divorced?” says a perfume collector.
“We had limitations. …Divorce at the time was very serious. …It still is. But less so. …Far less so. …So…I was Camilla. If Diana hadn’t cared. If Diana actually didn’t care.” says Casi.
“Ha! No. Wrong.
If there’s reincarnation, that is. …And maybe even if there isn’t to some degree!
Wikipedia is…mostly right. But it’s also filled with Kennedy propaganda and middle class propaganda mistakes in general.
Umm…he wasn’t ‘a womanizer’ as you’d think of men today. …He wasn’t Jack Kennedy. Okay? …It sounds like they’re describing Lem Billings and Jack with Count Felix Bacciochi. But if I was there…I know better. …He did have many lovers BY THE STANDARDS OF THOSE TIMES. …But…let’s count the women listed:
“TEN!? Eleven!? …THAT’S NOT THAT…MANY!!!” says Casi. “He had a wife who sexually refused him. …And he slept with TEN…JUST TEN…other women!?!” scoffs Casi. Laughing at America with love.
Black Out Days by Phantogram plays.
“The editors of Wikipedia suck Kennedy cock.” says Casi laughing at them, violently, if there’s reincarnation. “God help them.” she prays sincerely.
2:20
“Bloody.” says JD Rockefeller.
“I went too far.” apologizes Satan.
“Red.” says Princess Kate. “Speak in tongues.”
“I can’t!!” screams Red.
“THEN BOW!!!” yells Prince William.
“Paint.” says Lacey. “IN RED. It’s color theory. You’ll gain dominance.” she says to Jack, mocking evil.
He bleeds out of his ass.
“Use it to paint. You’re so talented. Right!?
Bobby…go find an Indian helper. You can learn from the indigenous peoples of North America. ‘Color! RED!’” says Lacey, mocking their performative agape love.
“Blood was used to paint with.” says Casi.
“I know. I thought Jack could keep getting fucked up the ass to get a full palette.” says Lacey. “He’s…SO DAMN GOOD!”
“By whom?” says Casi.
“An ancient lover of mine. If there’s reincarnation. Maybe an Egyptian. Using an iron rod. He can paint!” says Lacey.
“Brilliant!” says Queen Elizabeth II.
“For how long?” asks God.
“As long as he’s interested. Right? So what? …Never? …Mmm. No. That doesn’t work. He needs red paint. …To be a cool-kid ARTISTE!” says Lacey.
Smile by Télépopmusik plays as JFK gets “anal sex” with an iron rod and…feels pain. And bleeds. Enough to fill a palette.
“Oh my gosh!! …YOU GOT RED!!” says Lacey.
He cries.
“Yay!!!” she says mocking evil.
2:39
“You CAN PAINT!!” she says, mocking evil.
“It hurts!” says JFK.
“Yup. …But I know you hurt many people that much physically. As an adult. Right?” says Lacey to JFK.
The song ends.
“I did.” he admits.
“Yeah. You forced your penis inside a few men’s buttholes. Without lube?” says Lacey.
“Yes.” admits JFK.
“Was that funny to you?” says Lacey.
“Yes.” says JFK.
“Well! See! Life wasn’t fair…but…death is. So…” says Lacey.
“No!! DEATH IS STILL FALLEN!!” yells JFK from 1967.
“No. Jesus conquered death. …The Earth was turned over to Satan. …But ghosts inhabit beyond Earth.” says Lacey.
“Jack…you make no sense.” says Andy Warhol.
“Then I was evil.” says JFK.
“And now you can go paint a BRILLIANT picture. …Just like Lem said!!!” says Lacey.
“He was lying. He was flattering me.” says JFK, deadpan.
“Oh!! REALLY!??” says Casi. “No! You were dead! That’s IMPOSSIBLE.”
“No. He was flattering me. In a way. …Even in death.” says JFK, in pain.
“You said that was impossible just a while ago!!” says Casi.
He did.
“You FUCKERS!!!” yells JFK, crying.
“Jack…you lied!” says Casi.
Jack runs off. Or tries to.
A bit later.
“I ordered that. From death. If you so were inspired. And if God saw fit.” says Casi. “The iron rod.
Napoleon was…loose. But he had a terrible marriage. And…I don’t think it’s the same.”
“Did the count procure women?” asks a historian.
“Yes. …But it’s not the same! …He wasn’t spreading his legs for a different person every night to prove himself or injure them or get high narcissistically. He…was looking for love.” says Casi. “That’s why he’d get so distracted. …He took it very seriously. …JFK got distracted too…but he did not. He was just a slob. An evil man. …Napoleon III was…truly distracted.”
They think.
“Umm…let’s discuss these other women!
In all…there were about 40 of us. …TOTAL. …His whole life. …40. His whole life. …Jack had 300 by his 40’s. At least. Including men. …Napoleon had 40…HIS WHOLE LIFE.
40 is a lot. Granted. But…there is a difference between 300 and 40.
So…30 of those (always) adult people were just…too poor and inconsequential to note. …Not that he necessarily loved them less. Not necessarily. …Historians just overlook them or have no way of learning about them because they’re not people you’d ever hear about. Their names might not be recorded anywhere. …Maybe 20. Anyway…a number of those people who we don’t know about are just…not recorded due to lack of information given their social class.
Now! …What counts? Well…yes. He had 40 lovers. …But…he didn’t sleep with more than…20. His whole life.
Jack slept with all of them…or tried to.
Napoleon…did not. But…people counted kissing and such as…something quite serious back then. …I’m not sure how Wikipedia doesn’t note that.
Of those listed…he slept with 6. Some of those women weren’t nearly as serious as Wikipedia suggests.” says Casi.
“Who!?” says Harvard.
“Mary Louise Edwards. …They were…close. …But I actually don’t think they ever slept together. …She may have been bisexual.
And Marguerite Bellanger.” says Casi. “NO! She was not his favorite! …NO!
…She was infamous. …They made-out. He found her…entertaining. She made him laugh. …But she was extremely difficult. She had an obnoxious temperament. …And honestly…I’m livid if there’s reincarnation as Lacey is…about Wikipedia’s liberal, and that’s putting it kindly, use of opinion as fact. …She was NOT his favorite! That’s…popular mythology.
I was one of his favorites. If not his favorite. …I was very intelligent. …And pretty. And…we had a very intense love affair. …And he’s never gotten over me. If there’s reincarnation. …And I suppose he did love others! …But not all of them. …And actually…I could poke holes in others listed…but I don’t have the time.
Look…if there’s not reincarnation…I’m possibly speaking on Virginia’s behalf. For real. …She’d possibly say what I’m saying.
…He wasn’t…a womanizer. Not by the meaning of the word today.” says Casi.
“What word would you use to describe him?” asks Dr. Moritz.
“Rich…spoiled…unsettled…unhappy…restless…searching. …Desperate. …Lonely. …Difficult. Lovable but…quarrelsome.” says Casi.
“But he was loose.” says Dr. Moritz.
“Yes. …But not…like JFK! …Jack Kennedy slept with over 300 people. And it was probably all pretty…bad.
Charles Louis…was…a restless man. …He didn’t jump from one woman to another mindlessly. Each woman made sense to him at the time.
How does Wikipedia not notice that!?” says Casi. “He ‘put people up.’ He…took things seriously. …He wasn’t just running around…fucking everything for no sane reason.”
“Point taken!” says Dr. Moritz.
“I mean other than Red Fay…who Jack gave a job…and Lem who he gave a room to…in the White House…who did he ‘put up’?” says Casi. “And he had money. He could have. …He really could have.”
“Possibly almost no one.” admits NBC.
“YEAH! …YUP. …And…so…we know he slept with possibly hundreds of people…but he kept Lem as a slave..I mean people called Lem a slave. Literally. Derisively. …And Red Fay was what? …Too scary not to play nice with? …So Jack kissed Red’s ass. …But Red was an exception.
He literally fucked over hundreds of people. …So much so that random women used him as a man to tell their kids about as a birth father. That happened! …But where’s the Wikipedia article on that!? There isn’t one! …Why doesn’t Wikipedia talk about Red Fay’s book and how he slept with Jack?
…While Charles Louis…Louis..slept with…me. If there’s reincarnation. …His wife. …And 18 other consenting adults. 18. …His whole life! …But because Wikipedia is intellectually trashy…it calls him a womanizer. A known womanizer, even. With no historical context.
He wasn’t a real womanizer! He was the last monarch of France! …Think about it! Part of the reason he was so talked about was because the French were tired of his whole concept. They felt he was…spoiled. So they played up his ‘womanizing’ to make him seem weak and silly. …That’s hardly the same thing as JFK. We’ve slowly uncovered his ugly life like…traumatized children. Not at all the same!
And…I just can’t stand it!” says Casi.
“And just to be clear: I was not aroused by Jack. Or the dog. Or anyone. In this photo.
Jack posed us. For the camera. The dog was actually his idea. …I’m thinking about the dog here. Trying to keep it entertained.
I contorted my body to look gay. But…I wasn’t. …And…I’m actually kind of uncomfortable.
I’m not trying to secretly caress him, as it appears. To some. I’m…posing…and thinking about the dog.
By that age…I should have been a dad. Or close to it. I was ready. And…that’s the age I wish I’d had my first child. With Lacey.
…I’ve heard people harassing her about this photo for over a week! And…I just wanted to say what’s actually happening here. …It’s not what you want it to be. …Jack might be into me. But I’m…more than reticent. I’m…trying but I’m actually repulsed.” says Lem.
“Jack wanted the dog?” says a man.
“Yes! He wanted us to share a dog. …That was HIS idea. NOT MINE.” says Lem.
“Didn’t that seem intimate!?” says a gay man.
“No.
Where’s the intimacy!?
…He was out fucking dozens and dozens of random people. Dozens of other not random people. …I couldn’t trust him. At all.
…The dog felt like a noose. …Like…a way to exert control. …Because I cared about animals. I cared about living things. And he knew that. …And he used that to manipulate me. …Get me attached to the dog and then use the dog to scare me…make me come see him. …The dog was used like a child. To control me.” says Lem.
“So he essentially got pregnant…to control you.” says a reader.
Lem nods. “He was a bastard.” says Lem. “A manipulative, conniving jerk. …And again, I was straight.
Sorry. I was straight.” says Lem. “Goodnight.”
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