(Adult audience meant for the following)
“I stopped going to public church years ago. And I’ve been praying, worshiping God and hoping to return for decades. I’ve raised my kids to be Christians. And I’ll likely re-emerge in a Catholic or Episcopalian church if I ever do re-emerge. But we’ll see.” says Lacey.
“So many ex-evangelicals, new agnostics or atheists are intellectually bourgeois or poor, arrogant, dishonest zealots with tons of intellectual conceit. And ironically they are the reason I left years ago.”
“Well, that’s good. Then once we leave you can have your church back!” one self-righteously says.
“No! No! No! Stop always missing the point.” says Lacey.
“Do you find me abhorrent intellectually?” asks the professor.
“Yes! It’s vile.” says Lacey.
“You guys fly around and rearrange your entire life on the few faulty intellectual premises you learned in some Boomer church?” asks Lacey. “You think your pain and the annoying Christians you met destroy Christianity?” She shakes her head no. “You’re all intellectually dishonest but you’re too ignorant, or blinded into narcissistic thinking you either possess or were taught to have to get it. Or what? You’re poor? You’re the reason mass was in Latin until the 1960’s?”
“You think we are leaving the church now because we’re socially peasants compared to you, but you left decades ago for elite reasons?” asks a flummoxed ex-evangelical.
“Yes. The Boomers started the trend in their youth.” says Lacey. “Then some rediscovered their faith in non-denominational churches.” She thinks. “Now their children are coping with their intellectual mistakes made in the 1970’s or 80’s or so and leaving. But I left earlier as did some others who are generally from a higher socio-economic bracket.”
“Like Taylor Swift.” says a Millennial.
“Okay.” says another ex-evangelical, annoyed.
“But you never left?” asks an ex-evangelical.
“I never left Christianity.” says Lacey.
“There’s no real difference between Catholicism and evangelicalism!” she says condescendingly.
“That’s…not true.” says Lacey.
A Charismatic cracks-up laughing.
“You know there are born-again, charismatic Catholics.” says Lacey. “I’ve known them since childhood.”
“But then what’s the point of being a charismatic, born-again Christian?” he asks.
The ex-evangelical smiles. Rethinks her concept of Catholicism. Wonders if she should buy Catholicism this year and stop being such a chump.
“So you think we’re grappling with our faith as consumers instead of humans capable of prayer?” asks a ghost on their behalf. “Prayer to God.”
“Yes!” says Lacey. “There is no shortcut to truth.”
“Has being able to see ghosts move things around the room…challenged your inner elite atheistic voice?” asks the woman who was considering buying Catholicism. She smiles.
“Yes!” says Lacey. “And the fact that the dark forces who try to throw me and my children down on the ground on occasion respond to the name of Jesus.” says Lacey. “I’ve been fighting off demonic forces sent against me and my family for years by relying on what I learned in Charismatic Christianity.”
“And by relying on the God of the Bible too who you worship?” asks the ex-evangelical.
“Yes!” says Lacey.
“Okay, but the nuts left in the church can’t read something like what you just wrote without making you into a witch.” says an ex-evangelical to Lacey. She laughs.
Lacey looks saddened.
“I’m sorry.” says Lacey to the woman.
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I don’t get it.” She turns to Lacey and stares at her. “Like them.” She thinks. “But I do get it. The fight for wealth in the US…has ruined our church.” She thinks. “And…you don’t think it’s even that hopeful. That we have that much power in the lower classes. You think the church still exists. But it’s for the rare who are in fights with each other over oil using demons, so to speak.” She laughs. “Or the peasants who still don’t get it.” She looks contrite. “Or those who see the beauty of unchanged, traditional Latin mass.” She sits up, “Or the peasants being tempted into actual witchcraft.”
“Peasants being tempted into actual witchcraft?” asks the professor.
“Yes! Making Jesus a sexual being fit their access feels very close to forming a coven to me.” says Lacey.
“You think our charismatic churches are being transformed into covens?” asks the charismatic Christian hater.
“Yes! There’s always been that element since I was a little girl, but my parents are possibly elite and were at the forefront of it. …And I wonder based on what I’ve observed if it’s taking more.” says Lacey.
“You think it’s impossible that there’s a sexual connection between the church and Christ?” asks a Charismatic Christian hater.
“Yes!” says Lacey. “That’s a real metaphor.”
“Boy! I’ve been at odds with you elites my whole life!” says the professor.
“That’s idiotic! You went to Kings College. You can hardly honestly claim that.” says Lacey.
“I went there and am a renegade now because if it!” he says.
“That’s absurd. You rely on that credential to claim authority.” says Lacey. “You’re like an ungrateful, immature teenager.”
“Oh no! She’d think that! But what she doesn’t know is that all the cool kids agree with him!” says a cool Boomer who went there too. Matter-of-fact this permanent teenager runs the damn place. “See…you don’t get it!”
“I don’t get the new music you kids like and the way you wear your hair long?” asks Lacey.
“Yes!” he says.
“Yeah, you guys are tough dudes. But it’s like…you get it.” she says. “I’ve never understood what it is beyond some narcissistic bullshit but do explain.”
“It is the wind in your hair on a motorcycle in the summer. It is a book that makes you smile. It is the way the snow falls in the winter on the sidewalk. It is a lover’s embrace. It is the vibe of friends hanging out finding joy in each other’s company. It is love.” says a Boomer.
“But generations before you existed as humans and experienced that normal stuff too and didn’t reject all of Christianity other than the supposedly cool shit that gets you high.” says Lacey.
“Why does Charismatic Christianity get you high?” asks a Christian hater.
“Because you’re either experiencing something Godly but non-sexual from the Holy Trinity or you’re experiencing witchcraft.” says Lacey. “If it feels at all sexual it’s a ghost or a demon.” says Lacey.
“So we vandalized Christianity?” asks a Boomer. “Just to feel something.”
“Close. There’s nothing uplifting about deconstructionism to me. It’s old. It’s outdated intellectually. But people still cling to it to feel more elite.” says Lacey. “And maybe normal people don’t cling to it and post on Tik Tok. Maybe it’s just social climbers who post to Tik Tok with their horses, bourgeois bullshit pseudo intellectualism and fake glow-ups. ‘Try deconstructing your faith! You’ll look and feel great! Try it today!’”
And all the girls who try to look like Caroline Calloway did in 2019 in 2022 online with insipid Bimbo lips and strangely long nails with that look…agree. “Try it today!” They shake their iced coffee and chew their gum loudly. Waiting. Trying to manifest the supposedly cool shit they barely enjoy.
“Whatever! I’m high society. I…don’t care!” says one of them.
“I bet those women just make you low-key jelly.” says the Christian hater. “I wanna tap their asses not yours you hoe!”
“I don’t!” says the professor.
“Whose ass do you want to tap?” asks Lacey.
“I’m confused. How does one tap an ass?” asks Jack Kennedy.
“I don’t think they’re thinking of anal sex.” says Lacey.
“What are they talking about then?!” he wonders.
“It’s nonsense.” says Lacey. “But I don’t think they grasp that.”
“It’s a saying!” says the professor.
“But what does it mean?” asks JFK.
“It means vaginal sex.” the professor admits.
“But a vagina isn’t an ass.” says Lacey.
“Have you guys ever thought to deconstruct deconstructionism?” asks Michael of the deconstructionists. “What about you?” he asks of the Christians.
“We did!” says a dead pastor who taught at an Assemblies God Church.
“But that was 20 years ago.” says Lacey. “And they don’t realize they’re recycling things oftentimes?”
An atheist laughs. “Okay. If it’s…weirdly scientific…I can concede that there’s a great many things we don’t know about life. There could be some…innocent matrix? Or…no…just an afterlife. And we have yet to scientifically understand it.” He smiles. “But…I think your real irritation is that we think there’s nothing that came before us like us. Ever.”
“I’d suspect that that’s mostly true.” says Lacey.
“It’s where this all leads us that scares her.” says Michael.
“So you feel we’re being used by the Satanic elite to destroy our own faith?” asks a Christian Charismatic.
“And should that be the case, I get her concern!” says the atheist shrugging. “There’s been enough social upheaval. We don’t need more needless drama.” He thinks. “Just to do what? Feel special? It is…weird.” Pause. “Why can’t we focus on something other than drama?! Like…fixing the problems?”
“The Boomers tried that but it was slow going. And the Christian conservatives felt hurt by their exclusion from the elites.” says Lacey. “So the Christian conservatives decided to charge the citadel politically instead.”
Being a bit of a narcissist he falls apart here.
The professor laughs.
Nodding her head like she’s aiming to start a brouhaha, “Well, we’re wondering if you were part of the group of Christian Conservatives who…charged the…citadel?” she winders. She throws up a fake gang sign. She being a jealous woman who secretly wants her ass tapped by the attractive Christian hater.
“I do not!” she says.
“He has a swarm of needy, clingy, toxic young women who fought you off while he sat and played innocent?” asks the professor. “Probably using psychologically complex methods. And I have those females too.”
The atheist nods and smiles. Laughs. Rolls his eyes.
“Does this make sense to you?” asks an elite at Kings College of the atheist.
The atheist nods yes.
“How so?” asks the elite at Kings College.
“She’s…fertile?” the atheist asks Lacey.
“I was. Extremely.” says Lacey.
He laughs and nods. “It’s so…ordinary.” He smiles. He thinks. “She’s a slim, petite woman who’s also very fertile. She’s like a sexual delicacy.” He shrugs. “I’m sorry what do you want me to say?! I’m an atheist.” He laughs.
“And then what?” asks Lacey.
“You got poached by ghosts.” he says. “Should they exist. Because they possibly reasoned that if you could produce genetically good enough children with a man of their choosing that they could have you ahead of time, so to speak. Since most men today are confused.”
“Confused by what?” asks Lacey.
“Okay! So here’s where it gets interesting.” he says. “The professor likely fell in love with a hot girl in England who preferred atheists. And you remind him of her. But you’re seemingly available now.” He looks sad. “And the Christian hater likely had a similar experience. Possibly not with an elite dish, pardon the misogynist literary device, but with some…free-spirited woman who loved sex for what it is as much as you do. Maybe she wasn’t as aware or moral as you, though.”
The professor sighs, rolls his eyes and walks off overwhelmed.
“And…so…they have swarms of women who want any chance they have have to find a fertile woman again to be destroyed. Because those women need their virility to reproduce. Even if they’re aging. It’s their human instinct. And they work in a team. Because they subconsciously know they need to to procreate or secure a viable man.” he says. “Those women tolerate each other out of blindness and a sense of responsibility to their genes.”
“A sense of responsibility to their genes?” asks Lacey.
“Yes. They feel the need to promote their ancestors.” he says. “To not let their flame be extinguished.”
“And this is why we love God. Because there’s not much hope outside of Him.” says the Kings College elite.
“But that’s the problem. They made God an elite. He defies our fallen human conventions in regard to class.” the atheist says. “If He exists, He’s enormous. But also perfectly meek.”
“Do you think there’s anything to be said for why my haters attack the validity of my genes constantly?” asks Lacey.
“Yes!” he smiles.
He laughs, “I think you’ve had a public relations hit job performed on you since childhood by less fertile men and women. To convince men and you that you’re not the most fertile choice.” he says.
“Those swarming women are fighting for the continuation of their genes. As are narcissistic and/or unaware gay men who want a possibly straight man like Lem, should he be a ghost, who can pull fertile women. They need his link to fertility to not feel unable to keep their genes alive.” he says. “Jack may not have actually been as good at attracting fertile women as Lem. Or been as fertile himself. …If they could convince themselves that Bobby Sr. was gay they’d feel more confident then too. It’s possibly why they narcissistically cling to the hope that all men are secretly attracted to men.” He thinks. “It’s impossible, but I think a lot of our human instincts aren’t rationally expressed in some people because they’re instincts not reason.”
“But the instincts give us a lot to learn from!” says Lacey. “If we can analyze them honestly.”
“Do you think of yourself as smart?” he asks Lacey.
“No. Not really.” she says. “I know I am, but I don’t think of myself that way.”
“Because you might not need to work.” he says. “And not just because you’re fertile and should be kept so according to some atheists. Or should have been. And you thankfully were. …But…because you’re possibly elite.” he says. “And it’s that last category that scares them the most. Because it speaks to their possible extinction.” He ponders, “Like their efforts won’t pay off. And the shore is miles away.”
“But why don’t they just tell me that?” she asks.
“Honestly, I don’t think they consciously know.” he says.
“And that’s the hope of an atheist. To figure it out beautifully.” she says.
“Lacey, how attractive is that man?” asks a perfume hater.
“And this is by no means an excuse to be heartless!” says the man. “The contrary.” He thinks. “Nor is it an excuse to be evil in any other way. Like pedophilia.”
“Pedophilia is an internal audit on the elite.” says Lacey. “It can’t be the end of the world if God exists. If goodness exists. No, it’s a knife to cut liars into pieces. The scum at the top. But it’s a fallen world and pray for the children who got cut up in the process. And whoever is at fault I’m coming for you…”
“Don’t take advantage of us!” they weakly try to sound human.
“Oh, I’m going to cut your penis off with a knife slowly…and then make you choke in a pool of your own blood while your victims laugh.” says Lacey. “And then I’ll let maggots eat your rotting corpse while you’re trapped inside your body because you can’t die anymore. And if that doesn’t help I’ll let God try. Or I’ll have to think of better ways to make your brains work.” She thinks. “You’re slum. You are the soul of the slum.”
“You could gouge out their eyes.” says an agnostic.
“Oh! Let’s be careful. Some smartass narcissistic wannabe hotshot will think these are good things to do to me and my family.” says Lacey.
“Putin could just blow us up?” asks a Millennial.
“Yes! But I’ve argued against it thus far.” says Lacey. “He has his own mind though. And a legacy to consider.”
“Does that mean he will blow us up?” asks a perfume hater.
“That’s entirely up to him. Isn’t it? He has his own mind.” says Lacey. “He might not. He might. We can’t control him. It’s his choice. But thankfully he seems to have a good mind.”
“I have a feeling he won’t?” says the professor.
“Do you want him to kill us and prove otherwise? Michael and I could go on a date more easily. And I’m sure angels could babysit my kids.” says Lacey.
The atheist laughs. He nods in understanding.
“Of course, that’s only if I’m with Michael. I might be with Louis or Lem.” says Lacey.
“But pedophiles are all molestation victims! And that atheist is hot!” says a persistent hater who is a sexual deviant in narcissistic denial.
“The atheist is hot actually. He’s my type. But…that’s just the way it is. And I’m with dead men if Purgatory exists. And no, being molested doesn’t make you a pedophile. It just is horrific.” says Lacey.
The atheist nods. Shrugs.
“Honestly, if Putin should just blow us all up…I’m not going to hate him. But I’m going to be irrationally annoyed in the afterlife.” says a woman. She smiles.
“Is this entirely because we raped kids in the 60’s and then killed them with drug addiction afterward?” asks a celebrity.
“Oh! They weren’t killed by drug addiction. They were killed by your bad parenting and slum brain.” says Lacey.
“Then do I deserve maggots?” he asks her.
“It depends.” says Louis.
“It cannot be denied that it felt good to molest those kids!” says a malignant narcissist pedophile.
“Do you think I’m not aware that to someone deranged like you it feels good? I’m not. But you know vomiting feels good too at times. So does killing yourself. So does walking. …You’re too stupid to realize you don’t have a point. You’re a Buffon.” says Lacey.
“Yeah! I gotta a point!” says a wannabe hotshot elite snorting like a wannabe pig in the afterlife.
“But you’re not in my brain!” the buffoon says. “You don’t know!”
“Why did it feel good?” asks Lacey.
“Because it’s sexual pleasure to my body. And I like hurting innocent people. But children are the most innocent and trusting.” he says. “It’s also fun to lie to myself hardcore and believe I’m making them actually enjoy it in a normal way.”
“That’s possibly accurate.” says Lacey. “So you also lie in believing other humans aren’t just made with the ability to experience sexual pleasure in normal actually more pleasurable ways.”
“It’s not more pleasing!” he says.
“Oh no! It is! You’re experiencing someone else or you’re experiencing another demonic lie or it’s nothing at all.” says Joe Jr..
“True! Seemingly. You’re an absolute buffoon sexually.” says Lacey. “You’re one of the most truly retarded and evil type of humans to exist sexually, actually.” She thinks. “But your actual massive addiction to lying fascinates me. How creative although evil, of course.”
“Maggots? Really. I get your concept of restorative justice.” says an elite to Lacey. “And of course kids being kids developmentally must be, have to be left alone sexually, and so pedophilia really is profoundly stupid on that basis alone. But…I bet God can do better? Better in regard to the maggots.”
“I just like lying!” says the sexual buffoon.
“Hmm. That’s profound!” says a woman to him.
“No! It’s not. But I do! I just like lying.” he says.
“I’ll let God handle it of course, but perhaps my maggots will be part of it.” says Lacey.
“Do you like lying enough to be eaten alive by maggots until you disappear?” the woman asks the sexual buffoon.
He struggles. “No. I’m just that stupid.” He wants to break his addiction.
“Is this why the poor were considered evil and why they thought the peasants molested people?” asks a perfume hater.
“I’d bet yes.” says Lacey. “F. Scott Fitzgerald alludes to that historical possibility in Tender Is The Night.”
“No, I bet he might.” says the atheist.
A bourgeois hater looks profoundly perplexed.
“But that’s not the story!” says a bourgeois elite. “It’s proof she’s lying!”
“Lying about what?” asks another bourgeois woman.
“What line is it in the novel that you’re thinking of?” asks the professor.
“See this is why I wonder if she’s just a prostitute!” says the Christian hater.
“Yeah!!!” says a woman in his swarm.
“No. I’m not.” says Lacey.
“But you have the smarts to get them hot!” the Christian hater says. “There’s no way they love you. And it’s equal. You’re a poor peasant trying to hack it like us!”
“It’s the line where possibly Dick Diver calls someone a peasant? The man who molested his daughter from Chicago.” says Lacey.
“And you hope men like me actually love their daughters as daughters.” he says. “But you worried I was a malignant fraud instead.”
“Yes, but not because of that book solely if at all, I don’t think.” says Lacey.
“That’s a line in the book!? I’ll burn up all the books! I don’t want you to be right and smart and stuff!” says the bourgeois woman. “Wait! You thought the professor was a pedophile?!” she grins, drooling.
“Don’t bother burning up all the books. Then it will be a mess intellectually those who genuinely care can’t afford to fix right now.” says a man.
“I’ve said some weird things over the years.”says theprofessor.
“Yes! I hope it was an accident.” says Lacey. “But regardless, I couldn’t read you anymore. I couldn’t get a good sense of who you are. And I decided to play it safe.”
“That’s because Satan is your interpreter. He’s the one explaining other people to you. If you knew us you’d meet us you’d be free!” says the Christian hater dancing to their so-called worship music with lights and smoke in the background.
“You know what’s sad?” says a man from Flint, Michigan who could sit down and talk with Lacey over dinner and not be weird. “He has crooked teeth.”
“But fixing teeth is rich people stuff!” says Lacey sarcastically.
“In 2022?” he says.
“There’s Invisalign.” says Lacey. “But it’s not good enough.”
“Do you think there should be free dental care?!” scoffs a Gen Xer.
The professor rolls his eyes.
“Well…if we don’t let them ruin our lives in that way they’ll stop caring about us at all…and then they’ll just start killing us or they’ll just brainwash us into being perverted, suicidal buffoons. We have to let them almost kill us. They can’t think hard enough to fix it. Everyone’s a retarded accident anyway. Jesus just loves us because he’s a moron like my mom.” says the Gen X woman.
“Okay. So. That’s not quite true in regard to what we can or could have done to advance quality of life. But…the rest is the way they have chosen to frame it. Jesus isn’t a moron though.” says Lacey. Taylor Swift starts playing. “There are a great many things to unpack here. But pedophilia is wrong, unequivocal shit, absolutely ugly and deplorable. And you may be punished with maggots after death. So don’t molest kids or advocate for it.”
“We really are this dumb!” weeps a Boomer about his generation.
“So…what are you going to do about it?” asks Lacey.
“Just keep being dumb! What else?!” says a demon with a wink. It’s the end of the television show. And the darkness emerges. But the new technology and a dying generation will fix it. Right? Because it’s smart to be stupid?