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A Million & One Things To Do by Time Machine plays.

A metaphor: A group of black slaves who managed to kill their (then legal) owners before the Civil War act like the morality police who rightfully or wrongfully produced, directed, etc. the documentary film, “The Smartest Guys In The Room.” And as such they sit, surrounded by the dead, bloody bodies of their white plantation owners. They stand.

They act chill.

The Hop by Citizen Radio plays.

…

“This is my genius!!! She’s my brain!!!” yells Wobbly. “This is my humor!!! She!!! Doesn’t exist!!!” he interrupts a real human he’s never met who he may have psychically stolen from over her life using the Illuminati.

…

The former slaves take deep breaths. They look puzzled.

“Huh.” says one of them.

“So…like…” says one of the black female slaves. “Like…”. She shrugs.

“I mean…I’m just gonna let it go.” says her black former slave boyfriend.

“Why?” she asks.

“Because I’m unsure. What just happened.” he says.

“Yeah…like…we make money off slavery.” she responds to him. “I’ll have to hire someone to work for us.” says the woman.

“Huh. Yeah. It’ll work out.” responds the black man.

“So…should we like…bury the bodies or like…what?” asks another former slave.

They sit and stand in confusion for a while. Then they meander downstairs and mindlessly chill, staring at the wall for no reason.

“So…like…I’m thinking dinner and then bed?” asks the black woman.

“Sure!” says the black man.

After cooking a leisurely dinner they go to bed. They go bed surrounded by white plantation owners.

…

“We’ve always been this dumb! They were dumb! That’s why the Civil War wasn’t about slavery. Slavery of black peoples was Godly. You just don’t understand. We kidnap all black people and hide them in caves. And then they re-emerge to be used in top secret plantations on Cape Cod! I’m Satan!!!” yells Wobbly seriously.

…

Yachts (A Man Called Adam mix) by Coco, Steel & Lovebomb plays.

The black slaves are then, as Wobbly anticipated, recaptured. They live in another plantation nearby. The next morning.

…

One has to wonder why…why did they do that to themselves? Did they lie? Who’s lying?

…

A black adult witch who has attacked child sex slaves and Lacey but is beloved by the They hates this post. She may be stupid enough to actually think her black skin makes her liberated from Hell when she dies regardless of how vile her psychopathic sins are. She’s that gullible, evil and vain? She hates this post because she likes to pretend that slavery and Lacey actually didn’t and don’t exist. She wants the owners to be changed in the post because she’s claims it’s an inaccurate word. But…unfortunately…it’s not. Slavery did legally exist.

“What about the US Constitution?” asks Lacey.

“That’s a joke!” yells a Liberal intellectual at Lacey with a feeling of moral victory.

“The US Constitution is a joke?” Lacey asks him.

“No! What you’re saying is ignorant and arrogant!” yells the Liberal.

“What about the 3/5th Compromise!?” asks Lacey.

This rich, Liberal intellectual goes silent. “No, it’s…”

“There was a lot of contention over that. You can’t assume it was a legal thing.” says a Liberal historian.

“You can’t be this stupid.” says Lacey.

“But what even was the 3 compromise?” asks an adult famous actress who is Liberal with sincere woke rage at Lacey.

“It was the legalization of slavery to a certain extent nation-wide.” says Lacey. “Look, I’m sorry. But you’re legally conflating the differences between Northern and Southern laws with nationwide laws. Possibly Federal vs. State laws as well.” says Lacey. “Slavery wasn’t legally perceived the same way in the north and south, but…as long as the north tolerated slavery in the south under the auspices of the US Constitution…they passively allowed it to be legal to own a black human in the south.” says Lacey. “The north and south were both America.”

“I can’t stand that!! I feel victimized by my molesters!” she harasses Lacey by saying. Unfortunately this black witch may be demon possessed. It’s doubtful this black witch was ever molested. She’s likely just a deranged psychopath.

“Are you creeped out?!?!” the They ask Lacey desperately.

“No. You could scare a molested child. But I’m 39.” says Lacey.

“We get scared of her too!” say the demon controlled They of the American Illuminati.

“Based on our Satanic beliefs if black slavery becomes a thing again, it’s not this black witch’s fault or our fault. We’ll chant that mantra until it’s true!! It’s Lacey’s fault in our-in our mental tool box. Because that’s-it sounds believable to the fools who watch us.” says Mr. Blue.

“Do you actually think black slavery could be a thing again?” asks Lacey. “Or did she start helping me try to rescue the child sex slaves and you’re getting back at her? You’re all evil and psychopathic.”

“Nobody reads this! And if they do they’ll think I’m a hero! Or I don’t-“ says Mr. Blue.

“I’m tired of this. Okay? Slavery did exist. Sorry to burst your bubbles?” says Lacey. “Things have gotten bizarrely evil. And I’m disturbed, rightfully. And I’ll pray. You should all too.”

—

As Wobbly grins overwhelmed by a sense of enormous entitlement, confidence and pride we get to hear more about Hell. Why Hell?

“Because I’m not one of those damn fuckers at Enron.” she says.

“Why do you think they’re not in Hell?” asks Lacey.

He laughs and tries to flirt with her. Murdering her hasn’t been successful thus far.

And who is Wobbly?

“He’s my best friend!” jokes Paul Turton.

“Are you sure we won’t be best friends in Hell, Wobbly?” asks Ken Lay.

“Kenny & Wobbly forever!!” yells a cheerleader.

The two little boys in the 1940’s skip holding hands as they pass down the lane.

Carmen Suite For Orchestra No. 1 by Georges Bizet plays.

Later.

“I had nothing to do with child sex slavery.” says James J. Hill to defend his honor.

“Ha! I bet. I bet you did!” says Chris to James J. Hill. “If you’re anything important you do it.”

“No! He didn’t!!!!” James J. Hill says about himself in a rage.

“I’m sick of being Wobbly’s friend.” says Ken Lay.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“He’s annoying.” Kenny says.

“How?” asks Louis.

Kenny looks sad. “It’s just that he’s kinda…slow.”

Louis and Lacey look shocked. Lacey wonders what Kenny means by that.

“What do you mean?” she asks Kenny.

Kenny looks disturbed. He tries to be brave. He looks stoic. He takes a deep breath. “I think he’s some kind of retard.”

Lacey listens. “I see. So…he’s not following your train of thought when you try to play together?” asks Lacey.

“He keeps telling me I’m Satan.” says Kenny. “And then he laughs and says he’ll see me in Hell.” He smiles. “But that’s where it loses its meaning because he ceases to believe I could be Satan in Hell.”

“Hmm. Does he think you’re taking Satan’s place until you get to Hell?” asks Lacey.

“See that’s the problem. He doesn’t believe in Satan or Hell he says. But then when I try to kind of humor all that he starts saying, ‘You’re only Satan when I say you’re Satan!’” explains Kenny. He laughs. “I know I’m not Satan. There is Hell. And he doesn’t get to tell me who I am in reality.”

“He’d debate you on the reality of a real Satan and Hell if he’s an atheist or doesn’t believe in those things for whatever so-called rational reason. And out of respect for his free-will we might have to let that go. You can’t force someone to be a Christian. But no, it’s impossible for him to have that much real power over you. That’s…Hellish of him to believe that.” says Lacey. “He might not be mentally challenged. He might just be insane.”

Kenny looks aghast. “I think he’s just retarded!”

“He might struggle with a learning disability we don’t know about? But regardless, he likely isn’t mentally safe to play with.” says Lacey. “Some kids are mentally unwell and it’s not necessarily clearly a problem. And some kids are just not able to function around other kids without trying to kill them in some way.” She thinks. “He sounds like he might be trying to kill you.”

Later.

“Wobbly is tough!!! Not unfit! He’s tough!” says Joe Sr.. “I know he’s a little rough around the edges. Sure he might look different. Sure you might wonder if he’s got a real soul at all… But he’s just a kid who has had it tough with his parents and all. And…by golly…he’s…a wild…tough kid.”

“That’s disgusting.” says Lacey.

“I wish he’d never born possibly too. Other than for his kids. …Possibly.”

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“Created by then off to Heaven?” asks Lacey.

“Except Wobbly’s kids are great. True.” says J. P..

Silence.

“God…why is this all my problem to sort out?! asks Lacey.

“Go to Hell! You lying ugly, poor person!!” yells the Loudest Hater at Lacey without irony.

“Hey, Lacey!!! You’re poor!!!” Joeschmoshow says, drooling.

“Yeah!!! You’re not one of us!!” say bourgeois, ugly men on Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard to Lacey. “We’d whoop your Indian, Catholic, pedophilic, Mexican ass! You shit Puerto Rican!” They snort cocaine and shake.

“Are you abusing kids?” Lacey asks them calmly.

“Not really, you stupid bitch!” they belch without irony.

“I sure hope not.” says Lacey.

“Nope. She’d have married me. But not any of you, intriguingly.” says Pete who died in 9/11 to all of the men currently on Cape Cod and on Martha’s Vineyard.

“Then we’ll have to kidnap you and kill you like your Viking ancestors!” they say seriously.

Joeschmoshow laughs. “Cool kid! I’m soo cool!” he says about himself without irony.

Lacey looks at Louis and wonders. Can she count on Minnesota to be safe?

Ken Lay laughs. Lacey laughs. Harold Loeb loos embarrassed by the men on Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard who have functioning brains but choose evil accidentally or by default or in some other sad way.

“Your five million estate in North Dakota isn’t my 20 million estate and my last name in high society!” says a woman on Cape Cod to Lacey.

“Hahaha!” laughs Wobbly in Lacey’s face.

“I might disagree with you. And you seem rather stupid, to be honest.” Lacey says to the woman with her supposed $20 million estate and so-called American-important last name.

“What’s your last name worth in society in Europe compared to her last name?” asks a woman. “Or more to the point in Norway?”

“I’ll shove Norway up my fucking pre-heated hot vagina you gross whorish toad! I don’t follow your rules! I make the rules!! I’m the boss! I might be an ass-ugly, vampiric, pedophilic piece of shit for brains and soul human but…I’ll shove Norway up my vagina!! All of it!! I’ll use Satan!! And I’ll show you!!!” she says without irony and humor. She licks her lips to seem sexy and sophisticated. “You’re a white yeast whore!!!” she yells at Lacey. “White trash!!” She seethes, looking like a demon. “I’m not afraid of it.” She thinks. “When I go to Hell I’ll show you!! You’ll worship me!!” She calms herself. “And I’ll molest you!!!” She fumes. “Because…I know that’s what you hate! Being molested. And I’ll do it!! Because I’m stronger than you!!”

“Amen!” yells her black friend who without irony looks forward to pulverizing Lacey in Hell (in her imagination.)

“Your love for yourselves, should it exist…rests in God’s hands. Not Satan’s. And I worship God and not evil. Repent.” says Lacey. “Hell is Hell. Don’t be so foolish. Don’t. Worship God.”

“Crap! She’s in love with me!” Wobbly insists about Lacey who then grimaces politely in repulsion instead of letting him go to Hell.

Silence.

“Repent.” says Lacey. “Worship the God of the Bible.”