“Yup. We Did It.” by George Bush (edt. by Lem)

We killed John F. Kennedy.

Yes. We. The CIA. And I was a part of it.

If there’s an Illuminati we used

(Later)

We used witchcraft. The Dick Van Dyke Show. That’s not a coincidence. The use of Monroe. The use of Lem. …We knew Lem was straight. And being abused. And…we found it abhorrent. We knew they killed Marilyn. …And we felt Jack had essentially single-handedly caused the Cuban Missile Crisis. …The Desi Arnaz…family…not including the kids…knew. So did several other people in Hollywood. Fidel Castro requested it so we obliged.

Later.

“You’re…right. We have a problem.” George says to Lem.

“What’s the problem?” asks Alanis.

“You.

Why can’t you just tell her?” asks George Bush.

“Tell her what!?” yells Casi (from the perfume community).

“THAT SHE IS A BIG DEAL!!” yells George Bush.

“Lady!! LADY ROSSLYN!!” yells a Black woman.

“If that’s what I am…” says Lacey. “Yes?”

“Okay. Girl…they are in awe of that shit. Okay!? To them it’s…where it’s at.” says the Black woman.

Lacey thinks.

“It’s impressive…but I don’t get it.” says Lacey.

“I know.

So to you..it’s just…hierarchy shit…and some actual honor. And glamour. But…that’s all?” she says.

“Yes. Honor. But without the honor it’s not anything. Like…who cares?” says Lacey.

“So…country houses and shi. Horses. Slaves.” says a Black man.

“Yes. …Except no slaves.” says Lacey.

“So…if there’s reincarnation why you think…Lem…be…tripping?” he says.

“What!?” says Lacey.

“I don’t think he’s…lying.” he says. “And you have to be hearing from God.”

“Why?” says Lacey.

“Because…you have to be. He can’t be ignoring you or powerless to talk to you. And if things are that dark…He knows that too.” he says.

Later.

“I think you’re supposed to be impressed by yourself.” says Frank McCourt to Lacey.

She smiles.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Joe. But I think it’s better.” says Frank McCourt.

She takes a deep breath.

Later.

“I did make love to her.” says Alexei, should there be reincarnation.

“I know! But she’s mine.” says Constantine.

Frank McCourt laughs. “We’re feeling impressed now!?”

“Slightly.” says Lacey.

They laugh together.

“I do love Lem.” she says.

He nods.

“So…if there’s reincarnation…Africa is…at stake. With Lacey. In case you didn’t know. And possibly even if there’s not.

Russia is trying for Africa.” says Frank McCourt.

Later.

“Can they win?” someone asks Lacey.

She thinks.

“It will be…Armageddon. Or damn near close. And…I highly suspect…Putin will bomb Germany. And China will attack Taiwan. And…North Korea will attack South Korea. …It’s arguably the DUMBEST thing…you could possibly do.” she says. “And no one will support it. …There will be no U.S.. European citizens will revolt. …This isn’t Vietnam. It’s…the beginning of anarchy.”

“I don’t care. If I can get through…and find some way to pay people…my company will keep going.” says Jeff Bezos.

“GOOD.” says Lacey.

He nods.

“I can’t surrender. I know I’m on God’s side.” says Tsar Putin.

“He does.” says China. “Why don’t we just admit it. This is about Lacey’s vagina.”

Awkward silence.

“She’s the Holy Grail. Scotia. Or Scotia’s look-alike.” says China. “And here’s your problem: You are WEAK and petty.

Russia possesses the Holy Grail.

As an ally of Russia…we do in a sense as well.

You may be able to have her back…but you will have to use Lem. …And if you can’t allow that…you’ll be destroyed.”

Later.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!” yells a U.S. intelligence agent at Joe Kennedy Junior. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!”

The sound of raindrops.

“You couldn’t just wait until she died!?! Like…40 years. That’s all! COME ON! Why…do that!? To everyone!?” he says.

Kate Shaw Hayes nods. Silently.

“We are not these people!” says Tucker Carlson to Lacey.

She thinks.

“COME ON!” he says. “You are the wife of…a 19th Century billionaire. Close to billions. Or…at least…Tom’s daughter. You’re not…like them. …And neither am I.”

She thinks.

“Lacey is the what this woman is talking about. But this woman doesn’t know it. It’s just Lacey. But she’s so hidden…no one knows.” says the Illuminati. “And we like it that way. And so does she. It’s very old money. Very 1800’s aristocratic. …Very Lady Rosslyn. …And…everyone agrees on that at least. Nobody ruin that!”

“I do feel like I could be Lady Rosslyn. Very much! I was friends with Queen Elizabeth. I still love her! She’s…possibly my best friend.

But Scott is dear to me as well.

I don’t quite understand what the hoopla is about.” says Lacey.

“Yes. Well…it’s this.” says Tucker Carlson standing in her doorway, should there be reincarnation. “It’s this!”

“Work?” says Lacey, confused.

“Yeah. No. No…” says a Mexican-American woman.

Later.

“I mean…this could be nonsense! …Somehow.” says Lacey.

“It’s not…completely.” says a demon.

“Alright. Whatever.” says Lacey.

“Lacey! What if…we exist!??” yells Tucker Carlson.

She sighs.

“I just can’t stand it. It’s SO European aristocracy. She did nothing to deserve it.” says Jeffrey Sachs.

Silence.

“SO WHAT!??” yells China. “GROW-UP!!”

Tucker Carlson nods in agreement with China.

“So Lacey you slept with Tucker Carlson.” says a reader.

“In a way. Years ago. Yes.” says Tucker Carlson.

“And she’s refused to sleep with Mr. Sachs?” says a reader.

“YES. EXACTLY!” says Africa. “Losers!”

“I’m so confused. Lacey…how are you manifesting this all?” asks a woman.

“Wrong question, in a way. It’s very complicated!” says Lem.

“And she’s refused to sleep with Bobby too!?” says a woman.

King Charles III nods.

“So…who in that group other than Don Junior…has any claim to her?” asks a woman.

“NO ONE.” says China. “Putin and Lem. That’s it.”

A woman laughs.

“What about Michael?” says a woman.

“A Rockefeller?” says China. “Jeff Bezos counts that.”

Bill Gates laughs. “It’s true. …I count that too. And Harold and Louis. …But other than us…no one cares. For whatever reason.”

“WHY!?” says a woman.

“Because…they claim she’s attached to Lem. And Putin. But not Micheal.” says Bill.

“Is that true?” she says.

“No. Not at all.

And yet yes.

But…no.” says Jeff Bezos. “Michael is dangerous. Fine! Whatever.”

“He just loves Pat. And was always very selfish about it. He just was.” says God about Joe.

“Can she fix this!?” says a reader.

“YES.” says Lem. “But no in her current state of mind. She’s too confused. If someone loved her and took her seriously and let her live…and see herself more clearly…then yes. And Tucker was trying that. But…no one goes far enough.”

“So you were straight!?” says a woman.

Lem nods. “I sure was!”

George Bush laughs with Lacey.

“Why are they laughing?” asks a woman.

“Because he’s being kind to her. He feels bad for her. …She has no idea what’s going on. Not really.” says a woman.

“Lacey…Lem was gay!” says a Democrat.

“I don’t think he was.” says Lacey.

“No! You’re right.” says the Democrat sarcastically.

Zelensky rolls his eyes.

“Why me?” he says.

“Lacey…Lem was gay!” says an actress who tries to choke Lacey as she says it.

Bill Gates laughs.

Lacey struggles to breath but also finds it amusing.

“So…what do you really think?” says Bill Gates to Lacey.

“He was probably straight.” says Lacey.

“Oh no. You can’t think that!” says a demon.

“We’ll be fine.” says Jeff Bezos. “If people revolt…we’ll be fine.”

“Yes. We will be.” says another billionaire.

“There’s not going to be martial law. Just rich people. And middle class people. And….poor people. …Laws? Mm…yes? But…we will really have the power. The government will be ours. Essentially. And…you’re one of us. Enough.” they say to Lacey, shrugging. “We can worry about the poor together. Greed…can be…kind. See! That’s a terrible sentence. We can do anything. …I’m not worried. It’s a joke.”

“Interesting perspective.” says the Vatican.

The Pope laughs.

Later.

“Are you going to blow us up?” asks Lacey.

“Not likely.” says the Pope.

“It’s too much hassle.” says the CIA. “You’re not…alone. In their eyes…you’re escorted by a man. Be it Lem. Or…Michael. So…they can recognize them and do.”

“Then you have to work with them!” says a man.

“Yes. They should.

But they don’t enough.

I think we do. But they don’t.” says Jeff Bezos.