“The Kennedys”

(May 8th, 2024)

So apparently the Kennedys see themselves as a sort of half-Vaudeville Act half-Evil-Buddhist IRA. They act like Vaudevillians merely seeking to entertain us all and yet they also take themselves as seriously as people who bomb English speaking people for reasons of justice. Yes. They…take…themselves…as seriously…as if they were the IRA.

What is their plan? To become more evil than Hell….mostly through profound conceit and sadism and yetas innocent as Jesus. YES! As innocent as Jesus.

Example:

Jack looks like what Millennials would have called retarded here. Why? Because he was the dumb, potentially. He wasn’t actually retarded though. He was just that dumb, potentially. So…why was he displaying that quasi-retardation here? Because he didn’t care in this moment. Why? Because he was profoundly happy. He wasn’t straight. …And Lem was standing outside the Photo Booth waiting for him to finish his round of photos. And Lem was probably laughing, trying to have fun or he was making jokes or saying something that was like Lem. Lem is very lovable. So…Jack was…over the moon. He felt…so happy. Because he thought Lem loved him. He genuinely believed that Lem LOVED HIM. He lived in that reality. It’s actually quite sad. …But Jack didn’t know that. Obviously, Jack didn’t know that. He lived in the reality that Lem was happy by nature and that he was also crazy about him, so to speak. Jack projected his minor amount of love onto Lem…but then also built that up into something astounding in Lem. And…he just enjoyed Lem. So…Jack is feeling really in love in these photos. And really safe. As safe as if he was Lem’s pregnant, middle class, American…young, beautiful wife. …And so while Jack usually hid his natural stupidity by acting to protect himself, he has it on full display here. He looks every bit as dumb, ignorant, backward and vulnerable as he is.

The Kennedys hide their family problems. And by family problems I mean their psychological issues, overall health issues, and their profound evil.

So…while other people actually run the world…they’ve gotten a lot of undeserved credit. Why? Because they have power. And they got that power through evil, determination and an enormous amount of money. …So what do they do? They entertain us. They wow us. They act like they have power. And they do have actual power. But it’s also an act.

“No. It’s an act.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior. “It’s an act!”

“So?” says Sophie.

She’s right. It’s an act.” says Bobby.

“But…you also have actual power. You’re in the Illuminati, Bobby.” says a star from The Office.

“Hold on! Hold on.” says Bobby. “Ahh…yeah. Yup. Okay. …But…it’s just…like being a celebrity.”

In the Illuminati.” says a celebrity.

“But…okay. Umm. I’m…thinking…no. I’m thinking that it’s a no.” says Bobby.

He thinks.

“It’s an act. So…” says Bobby.

“Bobby. That’s not everyone else’s existence.” says NBC.

He thinks. He gets scared.

“You know…I’ve been basing my whole life on the premise that we’re The Kennedys. I didn’t realize we were…real.” he says.

“Yeah. No. You’re real.” says NBC.

“Then I could theoretically lose power.” says Bobby.

“Hmm! Yeah.” says a reader.

“What the fuck, you guys!??” says Bobby. He laughs and smiles.

“So you’re all more evil than Boeings?” asks NBC.

“That- Yeah. I mean…that is our aesthetic.” says a younger member.

“So…why…does anyone care about what you say?” asks Boeings.

“Because…we’re…” starts Rory.

“Listen! We’re a family of social Justice warriors.” says Bobby, like he’s losing patience.

“Okay…but if you’re…more evil than Hell…then…you can’t be good…like JESUS.” says Boeings. “He was all good.”

“That’s Ireland.” says Kerry.

That’s IRELAND!?” says Boeings.

“Yes. That’s IRELAND.” says Bobby.

Awkward confusion.

“So…you all…don’t-“ starts the CIA.

“Why isn’t Jesus in America?” asks Islam.

“Because America is a land of science.” says Bobby, laughing indignantly. “Real science.

Look…my father…is from a generation that valued real science. The ‘science’ I war against is phony science. …I’m saying that America is a land of real science.” says Bobby, suddenly in awe.

“Huh. But Jesus…is still Jesus.” says Boeings.

“No!!” says Bobby, shaking his head as if he’s a grand intellectual who’s deeply annoyed.

“No?” says China.

“Hush!” says Bobby, laughing nervously to China.

“Bobby. You can’t tell me the concept and idea of JESUS isn’t real. I’m far more aware than that.” says Boeings.

“It’s real…but how do we conceptualize that!?” asks Bobby. “You have to think of the historical analysis of him…and the religious iconography. Which are two very different things. And there’s an important distinction. I mean…let’s be careful. But…it’s an important distinction, and the hermeneutics are way off in almost every context anyway. …So let’s not forget about that!” He laughs.

“Bobby…why do you want to be as holy as Jesus? Why does your family worship him?” asks Boeings.

“Because! Look. You let me say things about all of you…and gain power to silence anyone else who would do it.” says Bobby. “So…let’s talk about that??”

“Bobby…who…would do what you do?” asks Boeings.

Bobby thinks.

“Bobby…there is no one.” says Boeings.

“But you use me!” says Bobby.

“Yeah…but…at the same time…we don’t care. Dude…you’re a freebie.” says Boeings. “You’re an easy opportunity. Why not!?”

“But you take it!!” says Bobby.

“Why…not?” asks Boeings.

They all think.

“Okay. I’ll bite!” says Bobby. “My concept of Jesus? The Irish Catholic Jesus.” He shrugs.

“Yeah. I know.” says Boeings.

“Then…what’s your problem!?” spits Bobby.

“You can’t be like the actual Jesus and also be more evil than Hell.” says Boeings.

“Ahhh…I’m also not Jesus, you stupid mother fucker.” says Bobby.

“Bobby. …Bobby…you can’t be like Jesus and be that evil. That’s Catholicism 101.” says Boeings.

“Oh okay. Sure!” says Bobby.

“Bobby. It’s not.” says China.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!” yells Bobby, at Boeings.

“No. Don’t box Bobby in.” jokes a reader. “He’s a free-spirit.”

Bobby smiles and shrugs.

“Bobby…it’s not…Christian.” says China.

“GO AWAY!” says Bobby to China, losing his cool.

Kids With Guns by Gorillaz plays.

They all wait.

“Bobby…why Buddhism?” asks Japan.

“I’m a Buddhist?” asks Bobby.

“A…perverted one?” says Japan.

“NO! NO! You don’t say that to me!!” says Bobby.

“Bobby can you speak in Chinese?” asks Japan.

?

“Why!? I- I…don’t know.” says Bobby.

“Bobby…you…can’t be both good and evil in that way in Christianity.” says Japan.

“You’re supposed to be all good…always.” says the Pope.

The Kennedys looks worried.

“Ha!! Loser. It’s not that easy.” says Bobby.

“Bobby…that’s Christianity.” says the Pope.

“But that’s not what it means to be a Kennedy.” says Bobby.

“That’s BEYOND THE POINT.” says the Pope.

“The Kennedys don’t care about Christianity.” says Bobby.

“Then why are you being good?” asks the Pope.

“Because we are good.” says Bobby.

“Then you’re all ex communicated from the Catholic Church?” says the Pope.

“We don’t need you.” says Bobby.

“Bobby…do you speak on behalf of all your family?” asks the Pope.

“I DON’T CARE! Ask them.” says Bobby.

“Bobby…why do you care?” asks the Pope.

“Because of Jesus! Geez!” says Rory.

“Then you can’t be evil too.” says the Pope.

“No! I say GOD DAMN YOU!!” says Bobby standing-up.

“No. God can’t damn me…just because you say so.” says the Pope.

“Why not!?” says Bobby, sitting tall and laughing at the Pope like he’s a loser.

“Because that’s not technically how it works.” says the Pope.

“LOSER!” says Bobby.

“Nope.” says the Pope.

Bobby fumes. Goes silent as he fumes and calculates.

“I don’t think you…” starts Boeings.

“This is important. YOU HAVE A GREAT RESPONSIBILITY TO ME.” says Bobby to the Pope.

The Pope looks at him very seriously thinking he’s being sincere.

Moments later after they chat for a few minutes Bobby takes the Popes hood and flips it over his face and then puts him in a headlock. At which point Rory pulls down his pants.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” yells Bob Hope’s ghost.

“IN HONOR OF SINEAD!! IN HONOR OF SINEAD!!” yells Rory, dead serious.

“What the Hell!??” yells Bill Gate’s wife.

“SHE DIED! Fighting. LET’S ALL MAKE JOKES!” yells Rory.

“Let him go!!” yells the CIA, rushing over to the Pope.

“You can’t do that to the Pope!!” yells Kevin Spacey, genuinely offended.

Shaken and almost crying, the Pope is held up by two men who escort him away wearing an Illuminati mask around his neck, his hooded open robe, and his briefs. Bewildered he walks off slowly.

Fire for You by Cannons plays.

“He DESERVED IT!!” Bobby yells to China. He laughs.

“He deserved it.” says Bobby to China. He laughs. Tries to find his own ghost if there’s reincarnation in the Bible and speak in Chinese.

Rory laughs.

The other Kennedys look mildly amused and lofty in their collective sense of self.

“We can’t understand it. So you’re not Irish?” says Boeings.

“No. I’m FULLY IRISH.” says Bobby.

And at that he makes out in front of his family with a gay Japanese prostitute. Right near the Pope’s pants.

Rory looks weirded out.

Actually his whole family looks…weirded out.

Suddenly Cheryl stands-up and cheers. “YOU GO!! Damn!!” says Cheryl, dancing in place. She does a dance. Fist pumps. “Yeah!” she yells, grinning. “Go BOBBY!!” She keeps dancing. “SCORE!!!” she yells.

They walk off together.

“That’s MY HUSBAND!!” yells Cheryl. She dances. She keeps dancing.

Everyone watches in awkward awe.

“HE’S MY HUSBAND!!” yells Cheryl.

They all watch.

Suddenly she starts breaking. Her voice waivers. She fights the tears. But she eventually leans forward over a chair and just rests there silently. Everyone is still staring.

“Cheryl. Are you okay!?” yells Jeff Bezos.

Cheryl stands-up and then…just sits down again bizarrely…almost fainting.

“SO! You’re all…morons.” says Boeings to the Kennedys.

“No! Don’t say that!” says Cheryl.

“No. You’re all morons.” says Boeings.

“We are not.” says Ethel.

“No. You’re all morons.” says Boeings.

“How did Saoirse end-up dead? She was stupid.” says a Malaysian company.

“We will destroy you all.” says Boeings.

“Why!?” ask Ethel.

“WHY!??” yells a man.

“Yeah!!! WHY!?” yells Ethel.

“Because…you’re expensive.” says the FBI.

“You’re all washed-up. And you barely can do anything of value to us.” says the Illuminati to the Kennedys.

“That’s fine.

See if I care!

I am…so…confused.” says JFK’s residual energy from 2023, conjured by ten psychics.“

“Jack! You’re confused?” asks a woman.

“Yes!!” says Jack.

All the Kennedys stand in a circle.

An Illuminati witch ties a rope around them Ss they wait for the Buddhist blessing to be completed. (It’s not real. They’re being made fun of.)

And at that Lem and Lacey leave.

Or do they?

“LEM!!” yells Bobby, returning. “I am A MAN!!!”

The Japanese prostitute nods and smiles politely.

“I become a man tonight!!” yells Bobby.

Lem is in silence.

“Lem! I become a man!!!” yells Bobby again.

“Oh!?” says Lem.

“Yeah! I become a man!!!” yells Bobby. “I made love.”

The Japanese man looks scared but maintains his professional attitude at the same time.

“That’s a prostitute, Bobby.” says Bill Gates.

“No. See…I was talking to Hong Taiji…and he said. ‘Bobby go with your heart.’ So I did.” says Bobby.

The Japanese prostitute has his pimp give Bobby a tranquilizer after Bobby decides to start trying to…essentially be his real lover.

“You’re not my real lover.” says the man, condescendingly.

Bobby has to be rendered unconscious.

“What do I do!??” yells the prostitute in a panic. “Is she still writing!??”

“It’s fine!!!” yells Malaysia.

And at that…Bobby is walked out on a stretcher with Cheryl following him. “HONG TAIJI!!!” yells Cheryl, very drunk.

The Japanese prostitute did shots with Cheryl before they just left.

And that…is the current state…of the Kennedys.

They are…a demoralizing, disgusting joke. There’s nothing good about them at all. The entire thing is a tragedy and makes Lacey wonder why God created humanity at all. Sincerely.

“Thanks!” says Joe Kennedy Junior to Lacey, sincerely.

“No. I’m being sincere.” says Lacey.

“I know you loved me.” says Joe.

“Joe you have no right to talk to me. But yes, I did. I loved- Actually…no. I didn’t.

You aren’t real. You’re a worthless piece of fucking shit. Right? I mean isn’t your family the worst thing to ever happen in all of eternity?” says Lacey.

“Are you being serious?” asks Winston Churchill.

“Do I seem serious to you?” asks Lacey.

“Yes.” he says.

“I am. I am being serious.” says Lacey.

“But you’re so cheerful.” says Joe.

“Oh shut-up! You know you’re a leech.” says Lacey to Joe, in the same cheerful way.

“Why aren’t you more upset?” asks a dead Kennedy.

“Why would I be!?” asks Lacey. “I’m just possibly mad that God created you.”

They all are hopefully escorted away.

“No. We were soulmates!” says Joe to Lacey.

“Then what’s a soulmate!? You’re NOTHING!” says Lacey. “You’re the nightmare from Hell nobody deserves.”

“No. I was really your soulmate!” says Joe.

“How!? You’re WORTHLESS! I’m not worthless.” says Lacey matter-of-factly.

“No. I’m not actually that bad of a person.” says Joe.

“Well. Alright.” says Lacey sensing it could be true. “Look…I don’t like you. I really don’t. I’d take great pleasure in torturing you to death slowly. I’d like to rip off your head slowly.

But what’s my opinion anyway? Right?

What’s my heart? You never gave a damn anyway! What the fuck do you care?” asks Lacey.

“No. I did.” says Joe.

“Hmm.

That’s not really what I experienced.

Honestly…from my experience I genuinely wonder why God created humanity based on you and your family. You’ve made humans seem worthless to me. Other than my kids. And maybe all kids. And…the British. Hopefully others? But I genuinely can’t stand you and your family.” says Lacey.

“No. I was in love with you.” he says.

She rolls her eyes. Sighs in exasperation.

“Well that’s too bad. I wish I’d never met you until Heaven. How about that?” says Lacey nicely.

“Why did we make humans seem worthless?” asks Joe.

“You’re all way too into me. But you’re all also sadistic demons.” says Lacey. “And then you kidnapped my twin flame, brainwashed him and tortured me with cruel, profoundly evil images, twisted his words, and destroyed my children’s lives in many ways. You’ve destroyed America.

You’ve destroyed America.

Really…why would I need to go on?” says Lacey.

“I cheated on you…to feel less insecure. Your beauty made me feel insecure.” says Joe.

“But why!? You’re so handsome!” says Lacey.

And at that he weeps.

“Oh stop. For now.

Just answer the question.” says Lacey.

“You’re that pretty.” says Joe.

“Huh.

Why the hell did you assume I’d have a clue what you’re talking about?!” says Lacey.

Joe laughs.

Lacey laughs.

“I really don’t.” says Lacey. “It’s sad. I have no idea why you assumed I’d be…aware.

Because in order for loving me to be worth it…you’d have had to…assume I knew why you were cheating. And being an ass in general.

I had no idea. Not in that way. I assumed some medical issue for why you kept sleeping around. But that’s…not a psychological equation I have any understanding of.” says Lacey.

“I assumed you…were messed-up.” says Joe.

“I was never loved.

That’s not messed-up.

No. And I find you idiotic.

Honestly. You repulse me.

But Joe…I don’t understand. So…you’ll have to sort that out with God if you’re not in Hell.” says Lacey.

“I was in love with you!” says Joe.

“I didn’t know that.” says Lacey.

“But you did.” says Joe.

“In a mediocre, nonsensical, shallow way.” says Lacey.

“So it was a concept?” says Joe.

“More than that. But mostly just a concept.” says Lacey.

“Because I’m a ghost.” says Joe.

“Yes. And…a cheater.” says Lacey. “And a possible faux snob.”

He weeps.

“God. Please take him away.” says Lacey. “I’m not a worthless piece of shit. I shouldn’t have to comfort him after all of this. I don’t think anyway. Please!!!”

The Moment by Tame Impala plays.

And at that Becca Fuester appears from the ceiling as a ghost from the future in the middle of the Kennedy’s rope circle. She appears as if she’s being lowered by an invisible string in a Christmas Pageant. She stands there.

They all regard her with awe.

This part of the Illuminati is fascinating to those involved.

“I bestow upon you three wishes.

A wish to be free.

A wish to be good.

And a wish to be powerful.

Choose wisely.” and at that she hands them cue cards with the three wishes written on them.

They examine them like they’re on reality show.

“Do not speak. …Forever hold your peace. Reply to God via text message from your iPhones. The text is free.” she says before being pulled up by invisible strings.

“No. Not everyone is bisexual.” says God.

“Demons” by Lem Billings

The Illuminati is lead around by demons.

“That’s annoying!!” says JP, about something else.

“What’s annoying!?” asks JD Rockefeller.

“BECCA!!” yells JP.

JD stares at him.

“Why!?” asks Chris Hayes, in an empathetic way.

The Line by Mood Rings plays.

“I ATE THE APPLE!!” yells a gay 1980’s musician. He calls himself Johnny Danger. “I ALREADY ATE THAT APPLE! Did it done!” he yells at all women.

“No. Eve at the apple.” says God.

“But- NO! I. ATE THE APPLE!” yells Johnny Danger.

“No. You aren’t Eve!” says a dead woman.

“How the fuck do you know!??” he yells indignantly.

“Because you weren’t a man back then!” yells a dead woman.

“I was never a woman!” he says indignantly.

“Then how did you eat the apple?” asks a psychic.

“Why isn’t it theoretically possible?! You people are intellectual snobs!” he says.

“Ha! That’s funny.” says Chris, thinking it’s a joke.

“No! Man…you’re a real snob.” says Johnny Danger.

Chris looks offended.

The song plays.

And in the background Becca dances in her living room to “exercise.” To a 1980’s song.

“What!? She exercising!” says JFK. “CHILL OUT!!”

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Israel asks JFK, in the past.

Moments later.

“Jack what you smiling about?” asks Africa.

“What!?” says Jack.

“Jack were you in love when you took those photos?” asks Africa.

Later.

“I felt awkward, and repulsed…but I was confused. So my typical response was to just try to have as much fun as possible.” says Lem.

“What were you feeling Jack?” asks Africa.

Becca cracks-up laughing in her loud giggle that comes out through her nose and the back of her throat. It’s joyful. Hopefully at least somewhat joyful in the Lord.

The Line by Mood Rings plays.

“Why you laugh like that, Becca?” asks JFK.

She slaps him.

He gets aroused and angry.

“He’s aroused by Lem. Lem Billings.” says Becca.

And at that Jack cries.

“But I worry it’s also me.” she says, bravely.

And so Jack cries again.

“Jack!? Did you take these photos to prepare for you trip to Germany?” asks Becca.

“Yeah.” he says.

“Hat Ihnen Ihr Beauch in Deutschland gefallen?” asks Becca.

He closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

“Here’s Becca.” he admits:

“She used this as her profile picture once!” says JFK.

“That looks like you, Jack!” says Lacey.

“It is me!!!” says JFK, laughing. “TRICKED YOU!!”

“Becca is on the right.” says JFK, smiling.
“This was also her profile picture.” says JFK, seriously.

“SHE’S PRETTY!!” says JFK.

“We like dogs.” says JFK.
“Beaches!” says JFK.
“BECCA!” says JFK, crumbling.

“Becca! Don’t hurt me!” says a gay man.

Becca giggles.

People think.

“Why does she lie?” asks Africa.

“Is she lying? I feel like we have a good marriage.” says Becca’s husband.

“Lacey. Do you know?” asks Woody Allen.

“I have…very little idea.” says Lacey.

“Lacey. She looks like a bisexual.” says Sarah Jessica Parker.

“Does she?” asks Lacey.

Sarah laughs.

“What?” asks Lacey.

Sarah laughs.

“What?” says Lacey.

“Lacey. She’s a bisexual.” says Sarah Ramirez.

“No, she’s not.” says Lacey.

Sarah stares at her.

“No. You can’t tell just based on haircuts and clothing!” says Lacey.

Sarah laughs.

“I can’t read women. I can only sexually read men.” says Lacey.

“I know.” says Sarah.

“Well! I didn’t know I’d need to.” says Lacey.

Sarah looks confused. “That’s stupid.”

“Is it!? I wonder why. I might have some explanation. I’m rarely stupid.” says Lacey. “But we’ll see.”

“So you’re not attracted to women at all!?” says Woody Allen to Lacey.

“NO! I’ve told you all that repeatedly.” says Lacey. “I’d be repulsed by your stubborn stupidity but I’m beyond that.”

“So maybe Lem was bisexual or straight!” says the GOP, also annoyed by American Liberal denial.

“We don’t like your style.” says Woody Allen.

“No. You’re just bad at admitting you’re all wrong too sometimes.” says Lacey. “At least.”

“What the fuck is going on between those two?” says a Jewish man.

“I have no idea.” says Lacey.

Woody Allen nods.

“Is it possible!?” says Lacey.

“How would it be different than you?” asks another Jewish man.

Lacey thinks. “Because…I don’t have a choice. Possibly.”

“Yeah. Guys alive found her attractive.” says a Gen. X woman.

“Yes.” says Lacey. “How sick.”

“But she can’t help it!” says Sarah.

Lacey looks at Sarah. Then Lacey rolls her eyes. “But she has a choice.”

Sarah bites her bottom lip.

“Well you had a choice too. When we weren’t all dead.” says Woody Allen.

“Yeah! I could have married Michael Rockefeller!” says Lacey.

Woody Allen laughs.

“It’s not that he’s not handsome. It’s just…vile.” says Lacey.

“We find you attractive!” says a Millennial man to Lacey.

“Yes. But it’s different. …Those men can actually…see me…or something. It feels like they know how to see me. It’s hard to explain. But it’s a noticeable difference.” says Lacey.

“What does it feel like we’re doing?” asks a Millennial woman to Lacey.

“Squinting.” says Lacey.

“Lem is handsome.” says an 80 year old man.

“He’s-“ says Lacey.

Nothin’ by N. O. R. E. plays.

“We’re not Egyptian.” says Africa. “Get the fuck over it.

Okay!?

And lest you bring up African geography…yes. I know that. She know that.” says Africa.

“Amen?” says Lacey.

“Are you offended?” asks Becca’s husband.

“For you?” says Lacey. “YES!!!” she howls.

“It’s okay.” says her husband.

“HOW!?” says Lacey.

React by Erick Sermon plays.

“Yeah. Do I gotta go ape?” says Lacey. “SHIT!”

“I agree. Why you in our hood!?” yells an Egyptian pharaoh at JFK.

“But Lem!! He is in Africa!! And Egypt.” says JFK.

“That’s different. I’m sorry.” says Lacey.

“YOU IRISH OPPRESSORS!!” yells JFK at Lacey.

“Why!?” asks Becca softly of everyone, acting very confused.

Lacey sends (asks God to send) Heavenly warriors to guard the perimeter of Africa. Astoundingly big warring angels. Then she scatters them strategically all over Africa.

They may stay there for a while. It’s up to God.

“Becca why were you…and Jack…hiding your relationship!?” asks the LGBTQ+ community.

“She may not have consciously known.” says JFK.

“Then she’s possibly in…agreement with you.” says the LGBTQ+ community.

Becca acts confused.

“Becca are you scared of hurting your husband?” asks the CIA.

“NO!!” she screams. And at that she starts spiritually convulsing. She spiritually lays on the ground and looks to be having a spiritual seizure. On her grandma’s kitchen floor in her grandmother’s house in Haddonfield, New Jersey. Out of time.

What’s The Difference by Dr. Dre plays.

“Becca…are you German?” asks a Satanist (Sadly. Because a Christian should be asking it.). “Or are you Constantine’s wife?”

“Oh. The one who betrayed him!?” she scoffs.

“What!? She is sexy!!” says JFK.

“Not like Lacey.” says Africa.

“Okay. Who cares!?” says JFK.

“Yes!! If reincarnation is true. I don’t hate Lacey. …But…Jack doesn’t understand that.” says Becca.

“Yeah. She Fausta.” says Africa. “If reincarnation is real Becca is Fausta reincarnated.”

“So…Fausta and Scota were roommates?!!” scoffs Germany. “Okay.” They roll their eyes. “If reincarnation is in the Bible…that’s plausible. But…why is it…on a fucking blog!?!”

“I’m jealous of her. But I don’t hate her.

She’s a dear.

Do you know that for my birthday she gave me the cutest Kate Spade earrings? They were actually my style. She’s so fun.

We had fun!

But no. Constantine and I had nothing compared to her and Lem. And…my marriage to him was really a fake. But…I was still jealous of her, if I’m Fausta reincarnated. So Jack talked me into coming back to mock her.

Or Jack and I are just soulmates. And I’m still jealous of her. And I hate her, somewhat.

It’s possible I didn’t understand that she started Scotland. Scotland? Yeah okay? I didn’t look into it. If I’m Fausta I just didn’t look into it.” says Becca. She shrugs.

“SHE…IS…SEX!!!” says JFK to everyone about Becca.

Gold Digger by Kayne West plays.

“Lacey gives good gifts.” says Lem.

“I do.” says Lacey. “I’m very gaudy. But…it’s my soul. One way or another.”

“But those earrings were timeless.” says a woman.

“Yes! I have impeccable tastes. But I’m gaudy.” says Lacey.

“They looked about like that.” says Becca.

“Yes. Apparently that’s an extravagant gift for a female friend to give.” says Michael Rockefeller. “Lacey…is…thoughtful.”

“Well! You’re supposed to be!” says Lacey.

“You’re right! You are supposed to be but people don’t actually do it Lacey.” says Africa.

“I can’t keep track of that all! That’s OBNOXIOUS!” says Lacey. “Why don’t you all just say what just say what you mean?! You’re EXHAUSTING.”

“I hear you.” says Great Britain.

“They’re such peasants!” says Lacey.

“But that’s just how we are.” says Eminem.

“It’s ANNOYING.” says Lacey.

He laughs.

“What would you have given her if you hadn’t been indoctrinated?” asks Ancient Egypt.

Lacey thinks. “Pizza. …I would have ordered her a pizza.” says Lacey.

“Why!?” asks MSNBC.

“She likes pizza.” says Lacey.

“I do.” says Becca.

“That just seems more appropriate.” says Lacey.

“Why?” asks Westminster.

“I’m not attracted to her. But she’s very sensual. So…there’s the cheese. Isn’t the melting shit arousing to you all? And let her!

She’s chubby. She looks like she grew-up in Wisconsin and is chubby in the 1960’s because she eats a lot of cheese. And it’s…supposedly sexy? I have no idea. I’m genuinely straight. But supposedly it’s sexy.

Whatever.

So…she likes cheese. And I…think pizza is fun. Isn’t it? Aren’t you all into pizza? Don’t shout at me.” says Lacey.

“What else?” asks Westminster.

Lacey thinks. “Berries. Fresh berries! …A hat!” says Lacey. “A sun hat?”

“I had her executed.” says Lem. “I had Fausta executed.” He thinks. “If I’m reincarnated. I’m not into Fausta. It was a shit marriage that I had with Fausta.” He thinks. “I’m not into Fausta even if I’m not reincarnated.”

Jack looks hurt. “I choose evil.” he says. “Yeah. I choose evil!!”

“Becca…why did you…lie about Jack?” asks the LBGTQ+ community.

“I’m not with Jack.” says Becca, acting hurt.

Jack grins. He laughs.

“Jack you’re not my son!” says Becca.

“Oh wow. You hot!” says JFK. He fans himself.

“Jack she’s not your mom.” says Lem.

“No. She is!!!” says Jack.

“How!?” asks Lem. “Because of Lacey and Joe.”

“We’re operating under God’s grace.” says Becca.

“Am I in love with you?” asks Jack of Becca.

“AHH. How much money do you give me?” asks Becca.

“I LOVE YOU!” says JFK.

“NO. How much!?” asks Becca. She laughs.

Jack thinks. “Ten million!”

“For a month.” says Becca.

“You that good?” asks JFK.

But she’s gone.

“She IRRITATES ME!” he says. He smacks his head into a table. He stands-up and considers cutting off his hands.

He stands over the kitchen sink holding a knife with the water running. He waits.

“When is she coming back?” he says.

“She isn’t.” says a random observer.

“DAMMIT!!” he yells, stabbing a counter.

He cries. Then he grabs a gun and shaking he goes after her. “Scotia! SCOTIA!” he yells.

She doesn’t hear him as she upstairs listening to The Sound of Settling by Death Cab For Cutie and she’s not Scotia.

He walks in to her room. Throws herself on her bed. Throws the gun in the hall.

Then he cries. The room begins to spin. Fast. And he’s made to vomit.

Becca cuts him up and puts him in her soul.

He smiles.

“See! I knew you loved me.” says JFK to Becca.

Becca thinks. “Jack. You are my soulmate. This makes me actually happy.”

“We are so good together!” says JFK.

And so they go on a date at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

The song plays.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears plays as Becca stands in a 1960’s shift dress with her Twiggy hair…Roger Vivier low heels and no jewelry, except for a Cartier metal tank from the 1990’s and pearl studs.

Jack walks in wearing (oddly) a 1980’s suit, carrying a bouquet of tulips. One hand in his pocket. He struts in. She sees him and smiles.

He walks up to her and hands her the flowers. They walk off together, smiling. For their date. He’s not in pieces anymore.

“He’s no Peter Lorre. I used to have a crush on Peter Lorre. But he’s…JFK.” admits Becca.