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“As if?!”

“But I like to think at least things can’t get any worse.” Florence + The Machine

People love to vilify certain types of people. And who’s “pure evil” depends on who you ask.

The Jews are a popular group to hate. So are Blacks. …Whites in general are starting to gain some traction now too. But…rich white people are already familiar with being hated. So are really poor white people. And that my dears is why I like to “dismantle” the bourgeois. That’s my group of choice to despise. That’s my brand. Although I don’t hate. Truly. I just despise. And there’s a difference.

Bourgeois boils down to meaning any person who chooses to try to place socio-economic status and “power” over good in importance. Good as defined by C. S. Lewis. Look it up. It’s not on Wikipedia. It’s in his actual books…

“Bill Gates is pure evil!” some say. But is he?! And was Jack Kennedy really objectively good at art?

…Really? I doubt it. Sir Winston Churchill was brilliant and painted too. And I wouldn’t call his work technically “good” so much as profoundly emotive. There’s a difference. I’m not a great painter either, truly incidentally? But I too love to paint. It’s nice to put things in order…in a harsh world.

…I mean, he could be. But from my perspective he seems…overwhelmed by his place in the world. Prone to missteps. Prone to errors from lack of experience being in the upper-class. Because I highly suspect as privileged as his childhood was that he was raised mainly in the upper-middle class. Because the social classes aren’t arranged just by money. …At least, that’s what I suspect. *smile* But what do I know? *Peaches rolls her eyes and scoffs like an enraged alt-mean girl and the cool-kids cheer* Right?

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But to other people Bill Gates is…like the Devil! *pearl clutch*

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I was on Tik Tok and ran into a photo of Michael. (Not JFK’s nephew) And because it’s all fiction I imagined a ghost asking me…”What do you think of him?”

“It doesn’t hurt me. Do you want to feel how it feels?” Is something I’d never say. Because I don’t like lying to lovers. It’s just negatively distancing…

Warring tribes were seemingly a popular theme in the 1960’s. And after Lacey wrote a recent blog post she went and found synchronization with Jack’s words. On Mad Men. And also irony in one of my favorite (classic) songs by Eminem.

“You like Eminem!?” a gay male “friend” of mine asked in an accusatory tone in college. He must have believed I was lying. He liked to label me “a total soccer mom.” But we were never lovers. He dropped hints that he wanted to experiment with me but…but…I wasn’t as perfect as the Penelope Cruz lookalike he used to belittle me or ugly enough to be that liked by our mutual female “friends” so nothing happened. And I suspected he was a kind of a jerk at heart anyway…and I was waiting for marriage. …And he’d deny all of it now either way. Because that’s likely not “his” narrative currently. He’s always been…just gay. Because bisexuality is just a stop on the way to gayville. Right? Gaytown? Which one is it, bourgeoisie? You would know. And people love to hate me for getting these things wrong.

Not all people. Not all people hate me because I’m not just this or just that. I’m a human created by God.

I wonder. Would Jack have sent me to Asmat hoping I’d be eaten alive or kept hostage? In 1961? For Bobby’s birthday? Because they all shared Lem but didn’t like to do it honestly like the aboriginals? They all got “a slice” once and a while? *wink* Yummy!!! Jesus respectfully decline’s Eunice’s offer to share a hot piece.

*”Shake it, byotches!”*

Be careful Peaches. When the Asmat die…they don’t cease to exist. And that was their ultimate truth. And they believed it was also fact. They believed they could see spirits and talk to them too… Sort of like in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, right?

And they would have loved your whitish skin Peaches…with…syrup? No? Toasted? Boiled. Why boiled? Why not baked, grilled or fried? …Actually, marinating it might have been “lovely” too? Right? Does Julia Child get a say? She does (you responded yes?). Oh goody. …I hope you listen to her suggestions when you contact her?

Read the Smithsonian article I found yesterday night, Peaches. Read. Right? Because the narrative assumption is that you don’t. You don’t read. You’re basically almost illiterate outside of most (middle-class) pop-culture references according to the narrative sweetie. Dumb as a doorknob in reality but lovable *Aww!* to the bourgeois among us who also need your assumed Liberal vote, byotch. They need it real bad, Peaches!

Don’t worry, Liberals! I’m sure gay-Jack-pack Lem (symbolically) will come through. “Sex!” Votes! You name it. He makes it work out. …And look at his face and his sexy arms too… His ability to pick the right matching swim shorts and the right curtains and the right wives (fit other men)! “Damn. He good! Mmm!” Now shake your asses for the great leader!!! “Now!”

Happy hunting patriots. *wink*

More about Lacey.

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Michael keeps pursuing Lacey. Very cleverly. (Not Jack Kennedy’s nephew.) He’s capable of manipulating her and that’s exceedingly rare. And as long as he’s not being evil about it (“Which is key.” adds Elisa.)…she actually respects it. Because to manipulate her as a man means you have to be being genuinely more honorable than she is. …At least in some way. And it also means you have to care more about her than she cares about herself. Or cares about you.

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But what about Lem?

Lem is…gay? *confused face* That’s what “almighty” Wikipedia officially insists (albeit with a coy, compassionate wink) based on unknown, unnamed sources and the controlling official narrative. The quotation by Red Fay very likely about him being bisexual just means Lem’s dick was cast in gold by the Kennedy’s to be placed in someone’s office near a photo capturing the rest of his sexy body. Right? It’s a family heirloom. Their…”blue-blooded slave.” *wink* Another surprise human sex trophy Jack brought home for mommy and/or daddy to be proud of? And anyway…it usually is right. Wikipedia that is. Correct? …I wonder if Wikipedia acknowledges bisexuality accurately though? Or race? Or a lot of things not part of the currently “official collective thought?”

I mean, Jack insists from the grave that Lem was gay? And why wouldn’t he, byotches! Right, right? Now that he can get done on the reg.? *sexy gay man giggies* …Actually, Carlos agrees (if it was true). He does. *genuine laugh from Lacey*

Or no? …Jack insists that homosexuality disappears once you die?

He does.

Because God doesn’t permit it, according to Jack. “It’s abhorrent to Him.” And while not all homosexuals are going to Hell…they cease to exist once they pass over? Or God has to let them slowly figure out how lowly and pathetic and gross it is?

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That’s Jack Kennedy I’m talking about. JFK. He’s the one claiming that last paragraph! *pearl clutch*

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And today Lem got turned into a little girl. Temporarily. He told Lacey, “You’re not the boss of me!” And then Lacey explained to her to hold the railing when she walks down the stairs. …Then she escaped back into Lem.

“I couldn’t really be that. I mean, not fully.” he protests. “It was-“ he whimpers and cries.

And a woman named Margaret Willett laughs. Was it her idea to temporarily turn Lem into a little girl? “He needed perspective.” she offers.

Why? …Because Lacey is tired of wondering who’s telling the truth about Lem’s orientation. It’s beyond exasperating. And if he’s been telling her the truth…and he’s not a demon…he’s being punished for letting people think he was something so very dangerously different than what he really was. It might not have been an intentional lie…but it was a dangerous mistake, nonetheless. Dangerous first to himself. Because unless it’s evil…there’s no reason to deny one’s self. Publicly and privately. And being heterosexual isn’t a sin, Lem. Pedophilia is always wrong, for example. No exceptions. Regardless. But…what does God say about what you let people believe you were?

“He’s being punished for advocating for homosexuality to become the norm.” Lacey cups her ear. Is that what Jack’s saying now? No? “He’s said something similar before.” says Elisa. She shrugs.

You know Jack…in some rare cultures homosexuality was permitted in the 1960’s. Just think. If you’d been raised there with Lem you wouldn’t have known it was a sin. What could the Catholic Church have done to you? Think about how happy you could have been! *gasp* Paradise! …No running water. No drugs. But…your skin would have been permanently tan. *wink* …And you…well…you’d have known yourself so very well.

Lots to ponder today. Right?! Lots of…mysteries!

Be careful Peaches. It’s almost your season! Your season? Yes. Why yes. …Just think about it. My season is over, Peaches and Buttercups. Sorry. …And Elisa would just supernaturally make me feel and taste water-logged to the tongue anyway.

*silly white girl wink*

*Handclap for the heroic chosen few! The true elect in the big tent. The Democrats!! Woo! Woo! Aww, you guys. You’re so…amazing! You fight for the truth! Always! For what’s…right!”*

*And love waves circle around the world for all the ugly boys and girls born into the worldwide “American middle-class.” And Elisa smiles. Because. Just…because.*

*cough for Tik Tok*