Sacrifice Gone Wrong 2

Will the entire world economy fail because Mrs. Blue insists Lem is and was a faggot and Mr. Blue insists he was raised in Tennessee in a Fundamentalist Baptist Church?

“A faggot?!” gasps a Millennial?!

“No. That’s her detected closeted homophobia I’m referring to.” Lacey says of Mrs. Blue.


“He doesn’t literally claim to have been born and raised in a Fundamentalist Baptist Church. He just uses that persona illegally.” explains Lacey.

“Oh no! They’re total frauds. I can see why Lacey doesn’t take them seriously.” a woman who hates Lacey but collects perfume says. “And I can see why she absolves herself of the sin she and Michael commit.”

*elite people who believe in New Age reincarnation chuckle at Michael and Lacey*

“What exactly is the sin she and Michael commit?!” asks an English intellectual who agrees that the supposed MIT, US Government and Quaker Oats feeding radioactive oatmeal to mentally challenged kids thing was really just run of the mill pedophilia.

Speaking of the Quaker Oats debacle…those Boomers and brain dead elites sold out their souls the same way Lem did. In the post 1930’s US. They sexually sold out their souls.

“To the Devil.” says Lacey sadly as it sounds so corny and anticlimactic. “They sexually sold out their souls to the Devil. It looked like innocence perhaps. But it wasn’t. And now they and God…if they as individuals didn’t go to Hell…have to sort it all out.”

“But the American middle-class escaped?” asks the British woman. She almost sounds genuinely intrigued.

“To some degree. Yes. To some degree. And perhaps that’s why the dying true elite controlled by American pedophilic New Money or pure evil wanted to brutally molest those innocent, vulnerable children by feeding them radioactive oatmeal en masse. It’s the same psychopathic delusion and rage of a pedophile manifested covertly to mask it’s true intent.” says Lacey. “It looks innocent to the public to feed them oatmeal. Crazy, evil and dangerous? But…it’s the urge to take advantage of the children’s innocence that matters. And don’t twist my brilliance and superiority around and call me a pedophile just for figuring out what human worms you may be.” says Lacey. “If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. If I’m right…then that’s all it was. Ordinary, vile bullshit. …This testing was done post Holocaust you know… It’s not like evil didn’t exist before.”

“It’s okay. Michael and Lacey are gone now.” says one of the leaders who did such things…to the worldwide American middle-class.

“Is Putin challenging the American worldwide supremacy or is he a hoax?” asks an American Millennial calmly.

“Hey Jack…why do you think we want an old Gaelic worldwide economy?” asks a Paul in the Illuminati.

Lacey laughs.

Jack shrugs.

Paul sighs. He decides to calmly consider it. Why not?

“Did those mentally challenged kids threaten the egos of Hell’s Sex Police?” asks a perfume hater of Lacey.

“I’d bet yes.” says Lacey.

“You really are over Mr. Blue?” asks a rapper, aghast of Lacey.

“Are you brainwashed or brain dead?” Lacey asks him.

The leaders of the organization are telling Michael and Lacey jokes. Perhaps they fed lots of people radioactive oatmeal. Perhaps? And if so…did they secretly love the children? …Lacey knows that’s impossible in any real way. But…the rapper insists otherwise. Do you get the joke?

“We taught Lem to hate women. Use them viciously. Ruin their own souls and then…fervently expect genuine love.” explains J. P. of his entire family.

“Why did you do to that to us?!” the Oatmeal Gang asks J. P. Kennedy.

He looks stunned. Is he playing dumb or being a fool?

“Were my kids almost all retarded?” Joe Sr. asks Lacey.

“Answer the question!!!” Lacey says to him.

“I’m not accountable to the Oatmeal Gang!” says Joe Sr..

“Then other than God…who are you accountable to?” asks the Oatmeal Gang. “You got us off better than anyone else.”

Some idiot in the Illuminati tries to make the Oatmeal Gang legitimately sexy. It’s stupid and doesn’t work. Of course.

“See…I agree! I hate the thought of Michael and Lacey thinking they’re the Rockefeller’s still too. He was probably a…demon. And she was…an ugly clown with a good mask.” says the Loudest Perfume Hater grinning as if she needs to please men with her face by smiling more. She genuinely believes she’s beautiful like Lacey and her husband drives a golf cart. And she’s secretly rich and powerful. Secretly she suspects Michael and Lacey are supernatural imposters…from Great Britain. But she’d never let herself process that.

“Why don’t you have more empathy for The Loudest Perfume Hater?” Mrs. Blue asks Lacey.

“Why did the Democrats make Joe Sr. symbolically God?” asks a Liberal Intellectual.

“Good question!” says Lacey.

“Hey Joe…do you have a real adult sexuality or do you just pretend to be normal?” the Oatmeal Gang asks of him.

“Did you guys see my $30,000.00 diamond ring?” asks The Loudest Perfume Hater seriously. She thinks the perfume community will believe her and they do. She also believes Lacey will believe her?!?! …Then she says, “It was purchased at Tiffany’s not Kay Jewelers for $400.00 on sale.”

The perfume community believes her just a tiny bit because…they know very little about jewelry. They also lie about Lacey and always did. She scared them…and instead of just letting it be what it is…they made it an international crisis. Literally.

“Am I dead because of all of you?” asks a Carlos of the Perfume Community.

“Am I dead because of all of you? And a cheap ring made of gold and plastic?” asks a heroin addict in the Perfume Community who’s dead.

“No!! We supported you guys! You were like us. You were victims of her evil. She’s so ugly. Isn’t she?!” the Perfume Community says.

“She is!!!” says The Loudest Perfume Hater clapping her hands gleefully.

“So…the nation of Poland on behalf of stupidly narcissistic and fraudulent members of the elite in the Perfume Community? Decided to let Putin take Ukraine as a joke?” asks Lacey. “The joke being about how poor Lacey is and ugly and pretentious and fraudulent in every way?”

“That’s not you! That’s your imagination! You’re insane! I’m rich!!!” The Loudest Perfume Hater yells at Lacey. Then she pulls out a photo of her mildly pretty body and face in her 20’s and the Mercedes fished out of a flooded garage with a damaged interior she owned because her mother hated the car and decided to pawn it off on her instead of driving it herself. “I’m an obsessive stalker. Not an empath. I use my imagination to figure out who people are.” says the Loudest Perfume Hater. “Oh and yes…you know who I am. I’m a somewhat ugly, slightly dumb whore. I spread my legs for literally anyone. …And…I’m bisexual and lie about it to both genders to manipulate people. I’m a fairly ugly con artist. And a thief. And I’m obviously obsessed with you being anything but cis, straight and normal. Because how do I make love to you if you’re not into women? I can’t. And I secretly always thought both women and men like you would love me. And they don’t. Ever.” She thinks. “I’m Lem Billing’s opposite?”

“Why did you con the Perfume Community into believing I’m a fraud? And I know most of them are identity thieves of the Upper-Class…including you. And for me that’s personal. You all assaulted me and continue to daily. I could tolerate their laughable faux Old Money routine…or in some cases I even believed it might be true…but…why did you have to tell them I was anything but genuinely straight? I’m obviously straight. Believe it or not. And…the fact that they bought your hideous lie is profoundly hurtful and abhorrent.” says Lacey. “I’m not attracted to women. At all. I’m only attracted at all to men. And when I say men it should be obvious it means adult males.”

“But see…why do you go into such detail and act so upset if you’re telling the truth?! Why are you so anxious?! I mean…it’s almost like I’m a retarded ape compared to you on literally every human level and it’s questionable if God should have ever let you talk to me. …Because I’m possibly better off dead. Yup. Yup. Yup.” then The Loudest Perfume Hater goes off to sulk long enough to feel okay.


“Yeah…I’m anxious because the world is in crisis because of you. And I’m wondering what tools God gave me to desk with this crisis.” says Lacey.

“But then when did the payoff ever come from Philip in his con game?!” Lacey asks Queen.

“Never!!!!” yells a muffled Joe Jr..

“Not even in the afterlife yet?!” asks Lacey, terrified.

Serenade No. 4 For Orchestra In D Major (“Colloredo”) by Mozart as performed by the Franz Liszt Chamber Orchestra plays.

“See…the drug isn’t real. It’s just Mozart. And it’s just her being better than you you ugly bitch!” says the real Amon to Casi.

“Her being me, Lacey.” says Lacey.

“Her husband is white. Far whiter than you!” says Amon to Casi about Lacey’s legal husband.

“Say!!! Smart guys…do you think Purgatory could be real?! And you are just too evil or dumb to comprehend it?!” the Oatmeal Gang asks the conservative Charismatic Christians.


“Casi…Lacey’s not an 8. You wish you could be an 8. No…that’s reality. Casi you’re a…5. A solid 5. No higher. Not even in your lies. And everyone secretly sees through you at least a little but they use you to play dumb. And that’s where it gets interesting doesn’t it? …Because Queen Elizabeth had an otherworldly beautiful bust. She was…earth shatteringly beautiful in her chest. Casi your oversized bosom you photograph for Instagram is nothing more than a fetish. And men really are too stupid to see the difference unless it’s pointed out to them. You’re a pervert, Casi.” says the Oatmeal Gang.

“And your $400 ring is my idea of a common indulgence. It’s a trash ring to me objectively speaking. Because…that’s what it is. You have to think objectively.” says Lacey to the Loudest Perfume Hater.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to care, you angry little ugly brat from some poor farm family.” says Monika to Lacey with genuine, fervent self-righteousness. “Stop lying about how beautiful you are by posting your fake photos. I’m hideous looking in real life but I can take doctored photos that fool people too. Just be honest. I’m sure you’re a street urchin. I’m a Godly feminist warrior of love like Mona di Orio. I knew her. We were best friends. …Say…did you see my villa in Poland? It’s like La Pausa. I drive a Mercedes, Lacey. And my father was a housewife and my mother was a brilliant scientist who worked for Adolf Hitler. I’m a Christian warrior!! And you…you aren’t supposed to know all of this. I thought…we…were friends. I’m crying!!!!” She looks devastated and pretends to fall apart under the weight of Lacey’s horrid personal rejection of her.


“So…you think I’m a total fraud?” she asks Lacey patronizingly. “Well…you wait!!! I’ll show you!!! I’ll show you!!! I’ll show you!!!” She seethes. “Oh my God! Umm…see you’re poor!!!” she yells at Lacey. “I’m rich! And…I’m -“

“My family are superior to your family! I drive ten Mercedes and wear cheap jeans with pockets to be frugal. Because I’m poor!! …Umm…be a Muslim!!” yells a former Cabin-Crew-Expert from Malaysia. “I like to shove large objects in my pockets. Especially perfume. I walk around with large bottles in my pockets frequently.”

“Oh!!!! You have a driver and a Bentley like the Russians in the Perfume Community?!” asks Lacey of the Cabin Crew Expert. “And you have several personal assistants too?! Which is why…like a clever self described elites Muslim you shove huge bottles of perfume in your tiny jean pockets?” Lacey thinks. “Because you don’t carry a handbag?”

“And what about you, Purple Hair Perfume Expert? You…want to show us another cheap, gaudy espresso cup and make us stare at your ugly face?” asks Lacey. “You’re just an obsessive person who loves their own voice and face to a silly, narcissistic but endearing degree. Not a perfume expert.” Lacey smiles sadly at her.

And that’s when Mr. Craft decides to join Thirsten-wannabe at the Good Eirt. They sit, drunk coffee and decide how to kill Lacey. Drunk coffee.

“Putin hates her!! No!!” Thirsten-wannabe says to Mr. Craft reassuringly.

A Bobby Jr. tries to turn Lacey’s actual children into mentally challenged individuals using the sex she’s had with Lem Billing’s…using a witch. But Lacey resists.

“No, they’ve murdered judges and lots of threatening people in their sleep using witchcraft for decades.” says Lacey about the Illuminati.

Back at The Good Eirt.

“Why don’t you and I team up-“ starts Mr. Craft to Thirsten-wannabe.

“I’m all ears!” Thirsten-wannabe says. He’s being serious.

“No! She’s not mentally challenged.” Lacey says to a group of haters including A Ethel and A Bobby Jr. who have decided based on their sexual desires to rape Lem that Lacey is a homophobe and therefore deserving of violence.

“I love that my son is obsessed with cycling me. See he knows I’m pretty. His dad did not!” says an Ethel. “He’s going to kill Lacey’s kids to keep me alive. We’re in love.”


“I’m sexy!!!” yells an Ethel.

“No. I’m not so-called in love with Joe Sr. or anyone going or potentially to or in Hell, including Thirsten-wannabe.” says Lacey.

The Illuminati ceases killing Lacey due to the power of God. If she recalls correctly a Ethel and a Bobby have tried to kill her before because they’re violently threatened by her to the point of feeling like they could literally die from it.

“A kike decides that the Kennedy curse is just Lacey?” asks Harvey Weinstein in irritation.

“Why are you attacking us!? We just wanna go to Hell for eternity and bring everything and everyone with us. Or…we want to try to be so dumb that God takes pity on our minds and lobotomizes our souls when we die.” says the Illuminati.

“She’s anti-semetic!!” yells The Loudest Perfume Hater. “You guys are my best friends!!! I love you!!!!” she says catching on real quick to how the whole currently evil and retarded Illuminati-thingy works.

“Can I shoot Bobby Jr. in the head? Sincerely.” Tommy Banks asks the Illuminati.

“No. We are scared.” says the tough guys who are adults in the Illuminati. It’s not that they’re children. It’s that they’re cowards and posers who don’t know how to righteously kill people.

“So Casi, The Loudest Perfume Hater, you’re not really being accepted in the Illuminati. By everyone.” says a witch.

The Illuminati under the guidance of a Kate Shaw-Hayes believes they can fool Lacey into molesting her kids with pseudo-intellectual babbling. But because Lacey’s not a pedophile or an idiot it doesn’t work.

“But I thought I was being cool and hip and modern by hating my semi bourgeois, upper class family?” says an Old Money type.

“I can’t be wrong to try to want to kill her!” says a public radio station. “I hate how she mocks my voice. And the demons I send to destroy her family aren’t doing my biding. I try to fuck the demons. And aren’t demons essentially like children? Isn’t that the newest elite understanding!??”

Lacey laughs. “Actually…thinking demons are like children is an old concept at this point. It’s been around since the 1990’s. At least.”

“So we’re in love?!” Thirsten-wannabe asks Mr. Craft.

Mr. Craft looks at him like he’s being taken advantage of by this man.

“Can I shoot an Ethel in the head?” Tommy Banks asks the Illuminati.

“Yes. If necessary.” says Lacey.

“I’m mentally incapable of handling what happened seven years ago. It’s my fault and my husband’s fault. But they won’t let me admit that!! Because it makes them all look trashy.” says Mrs. Blue.

“And also…it’s mostly you and your husband’s fault.” says Lacey to Mr. and Mrs. Blue. But…if the Illuminati exists they’re hoping someone will read this blog and literally kill both of you. Because then they don’t have to. So…if you’re reading this blog don’t kill Mr. and Mrs. Blue. Just pray that if they should die or become paralyzed or in a coma due to a brain aneurysm from God Himself that they would. Because I wash my hands of it in the most Godly way possible.

Sacrifice Gone Wrong?

Premise: In the Illuminati they desperately try to be pedophilic atheists.

Why desperately? Because some of them actually aren’t pedophiles. But devoid of a backbone they cower under each other’s bullying. And the most narcissistic and violent and cunning voices in the room are the pedophiles.

So…when they found out Lacey’s family had oil it scared them. It scared them because they get scared very easily these days. Because being a pedophile makes you weak and useless in reality and the smartest pedophiles know that. They’re also most often incapable of existing in such a way as to work their way out of their derangement coupled with too much money and power and (obviously self-defeating) narcissism.

They might be better off dead. Literally.

They’re mostly all posers nowadays.

“Swim Until You Can’t See Land” by Frightened Rabbit plays. Lacey’s seen them live in concert before the suicide. They were genuinely good. Literally. I don’t lie…often if ever.

“But wait!” you might say. “Wasn’t Mr. Blue the one who found Lacey Rockefeller and got angry she thought she was better than him?”

“Who is the real Mr. Blue?” asks a reader.

“A man who wore a bright blue suit on MSNBC in 2015.” says Lacey. “He’s about 6 ft. tall.”

“See…the public really is supposed to be able to trust the press.” says Michael. “They’re not supposed to be pseudo-psychic bullies in a secret society crumbling because of their own lack of wealth they hide in stupid ways.”

“The Queen saved their asses her whole damn life. Didn’t she?” asks a perfume hater.

“Yes. She helped them think.” says Lacey. “Epstein helped too, believe it or not. Actually a great many people who have died in the last five or six years were their lifeline to existence.” She thinks. “Most Boomers are idiots on a certain level, unfortunately. Including Epstein. And it’s mostly the Greatest Generation and the Silent Generation who saved them from complete narcissistic self-implosion.”

“The Millennials probably are more helpful than they’re allowed to be.” says a Millennial.

“Why don’t the adults just have sex with each other and save their organization?” asks a perfume hater.

“Possibly because they feel above it.” says Lacey. “Like, they got some idea into their heads that they had to look the other way because having normal heterosexual sex was inappropriate. And the pedophiles bullied them into submission.”

“That’s why if she wasn’t a sacrifice I couldn’t…” starts Mr. Blue. But he can’t finish the sentence.

The truth is…if Lacey Rockefeller wasn’t an intentional sacrifice…Mr. Blue just couldn’t comprehend that she wasn’t his metaphorical chew toy. And his wife has massive delusions that she’s Beth Gallagher and Lacey is Alex Forrest. Which is funny considering he had regular affairs with actual co-workers of every gender and his wife either looked the other way or didn’t want to believe it. …Lacey’s never met him in person. He’s just stalked her and so have his mistresses, sadistically since 2015. …He just inculcated her into the real Illuminati against her will to get back at her for flirting with him.

“Why is it so offensive that she flirted with you?” asks Michael of Mr. Blue. “I mean you called her face a dog face.”

“I don’t have to answer her imaginary Michael? Do I?” Mr. Blue asks his handlers. He scoffs. His wife who believes her ugly chin, giant ears, tiny mouth, snowman cheeks broad forehead. And hideous nose are objectively hot as heck…scoffs. She’s thoroughly convinced she’s a true old-money, posh, elegant heroine who was targeted by Lacey. She sees herself as the puritanical, English aristocrat. The true old-money lady. She’s a (unobservant) Jew. New money. And not very (genuinely) bright. She talks fast. She flashes her side breasts because she was enabled to by her bourgeois family and her vain stupidity. …She’s pushy. She’s obnoxious.

“Her neck is ugly too. And she has man hands.” says Lem. “She’s very mannish although she’s actually a cis woman.”

“Is that why Mr. Blue liked her? Because she’s a very manly woman? …So it’s like…she has all the societal clout of a cis woman but…she’s vain and doesn’t realize she looks like a man?” asks Lacey.

“That’s extremely likely.” says Michael.

The Nazis crack-up laughing.

…The Nazis crack-up laughing.

“Let’s be nice. She’s an unobservant Jew.” says Lacey.

“They aren’t even Jews.” a dead Neo-Nazi says about Mrs. Blue’s family.

“This is an explosion blog!” yells a brain controlled member of the public being directed to find a way to attack Lacey.

Because if Lacey isn’t an intentional sacrifice she’s annoying to the Illuminati outside of those aligned with the dead Queen because she’s not a gullible, dim bourgeois female idiot. The they in the Illuminati refuse to understand that she’s not in love with Mr. Blue. Mrs. Blue can’t stand that he found Lacey attractive?

“See…she’s not lying, Kate. She’s not.” says Michael calmly to Kate. “You’re an ugly, shrewish, frigid whore.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re hurt I wasn’t in love with Lacey in any real way outside of my sadistic narcissistic obsession.” says Mr. Blue to Michael.

“No. I don’t so.” says Michael to Mr. Blue, condescendingly.

“So…why don’t…you two care?!” Mr. Douglas asks Lacey and Michael. He covers his mouth, laughing.

“We do care about monogamy.” says Lacey to Mr. Douglas. “It’s just that we genuinely are looking for love.”

“Yeah.” says Lem, slowly. He’s getting confused similarly to Lacey.

“See…it’s not that we don’t care about monogamy or fidelity or marriage it’s that we’re above your bourgeois, arbitrary nonsense.” says Lacey to Mr. Douglas.

“So…what? I wasn’t supposed to be hurt?” asks Mrs. Blue.

“No, it’s that we’re a bit similar to the actual, original hippies.” says Lacey to Mrs. Blue.

“Kate, why don’t you get it? She didn’t want to hurt you.” says Lem.

Kate Spade giggles.

“The thing is…Harold Loeb vouches for Judaism.” Lacey says to the Nazis.

“Well…I’m sorry I had a brief, foolish fling I took to heart and got devastated by. On my birthday in 2016 I wept because I realized how little Mr. Blue cared about me at all. On my birthday. Very drunk. And then I picked myself up and slowly got over him. And by 2017 I was almost entirely over him. And now I’d like to brutally torture you both for ever talking to me. Not out of jealousy but because I can’t stand that you were both born.” says Lacey to Mr. and Mrs. Blue.

“You genuinely find them that annoying?” asks Mr. Douglas flippantly and perverse presumptuously of Lacey. He’s going to stand-up for Mr. and Mrs. Blue on some grounds of a self-perceived moral authority.

“Why don’t you find me annoying?” asks Donald Trump of Lacey.

“Because you have actual authority.” says Lacey.

“So when I speak to you with authority it doesn’t bother you because I’m not a bully to your face at least and…I actually have authentic, non-delusional, non-narcissistically perceived authority.” says Donald Trump.

“True.” says Lacey.

“Why do you let her speak to you that way?” asks a bourgeois reporter of Donald Trump.

“You think she’s disrespectful?!” he blasts the woman with saying.

Lacey sighs, exasperated.

“Why does it bother you that I can’t let go of the daily fantasy I live in that I’m the victim of Lacey and that she’s the Bunny Boiler?!” scoffs Mrs. Blue under the influence of Illuminati witches.

“Because it’s so perversely delusional. You are both sexual predators. You’re wretched people. And I’m stalked by both of you.” says Lacey.

“We don’t stalk you.” says Mr. Blue. He gets huffy.

“Umm…no…you both are homicidal, obsessive, psychopathic terrorists in my life. I never pay attention to you until you try to contact me through the Illuminati or contact or hurt my kids.” says Lacey. “I don’t talk to or about your kids. I’ve prayed for them. I’ve never bothered or approached either of you since about…2016.” She thinks. “Actually, you both scare me.”


“How often do they try to contact you?” asks a hater.

“Weekly. Sometimes daily.” says Lacey. “Or they get a Kid Who Cares to do it for them.” She thinks. “The Queen protected me from them, but she’s dead now.”

“I bet Donald Trump tries to protect you? And possibly Putin, the Chinese…North Korea…and possibly a few other groups.” says a hater to Lacey.

“Aren’t you scared?!” haters in the Illuminati says to Lacey daily. “They’ll think you’re crazy!!!”

Lacey is annoyed. Sooo annoyed.

She does get scared to be honest…but…as a Christian she’s accountable to God. God is her fortress.

“I’m not an idiot!!!” Mr. Blue yells at Mrs. Blue.

“So…let me get this right…you found her attractive…you couldn’t stand her upper-class manners and attitude and then what…you decided to react narcissistically at every turn afterward?” a witch asks Mr. Blue.

“She fell in love with me.” he says in an exhausted, potentially imposed-upon voice.

“Did she though? Or did you just fool her into thinking she was in love with you long enough to hurt her?” asks the witch of Mr. Blue.

“You ask her?” Mr. Blue says, stumbling. He thinks, “See part of the problem is that I keep telling everyone in the Illuminati that she’s a pedophile and they’ve believed me to feel superior, but in reality I’m a pedophile and so are they, mostly. Like, we’re demon infested, degenerate perverts.”

“Could you be bringing about the end of the world?” asks the witch of Mr. Blue.

“I doubt it.” he says. He shrugs.

“So she’s not a pedophile at all?” asks the witch.

“No.” he says, casually. Sincerely? She isn’t one either way.

“So…she’s a victim of molestation who is recovered and…you chose that as a device to attack her…sadistically attack her with?” she laughs at him. “And you’re a real, evil elite pedophile, sex ring, monster we hear about on Tik Tok?” she giggles.

He looks scares. Stares at her.

“Why not just say yes?” asks the witch of Mr. Blue.

“I don’t have to without a lawyer present.” he says, stupidly. “See…she just has the impression I’m a pedophile because I work within a community that condones pedophilia to some degree, at least.”

“That’s not true. I bet you molest your own kids in some very covert way. A lot of you all do. And you are all dumb enough to think that that’s fine and not pedophilic. Because it makes you all scared to consider the reality of it.” says the witch.

“Does your wife protect your kids from you or not?” Lacey asks Mr. Blue about Mrs. Blue.

“No.” says Taylor Swift. “No, she doesn’t protect her kids from her husband.” She’s referring to how Mrs. Blue doesn’t protect her kids from Mr. Blue.

“I guessed as much.” says Lacey. Lacey is disgusted by them.

Mr. Blue plots to kill Lacey. He troubleshoots (yet again) how to kill her with his handlers.

“You’ve never agreed to or slept with any of these people? Or have you Lacey?” asks a witch of Lacey.

“No. That’s not true. She’s been running the country for years. Secretly. As much as they let her. …It’s more like she cleans up their messes… Putin might have killed the world, literally if she was truly game. …But…no…she never makes Faustian deals. Ever.” says Michael.

A witch in England cracks-up laughing. She’s likely laughing because Michael is right…but Michael is…umm…dead.

“Oh, no…the kind among you have helped me talk to ghosts. Seemingly.” says Lacey happily.

“She can’t be pretty enough or smart enough to talk to ghosts!!!” a perfume hater violently yells about Lacey.

“That’s…hopefully not a real opinion. You’re butt ugly. I can see you in my head.” Lacey says.

“Am I?” she threatens Lacey by asking.

“Yes. Are you brain dead? I’m gorgeous but I’m better looking in person. You’re ugly. Ugly. Like…genuinely ugly.” says Lacey.

“Am I?” asks the woman stubbornly.

“Are you brain dead? Serious question.” says Lacey.

Joe Kennedy Jr. freaks out realizing he’s genuinely been cursing Lacey in Purgatory by sleeping around considering he stole her soul.

“I’m ugly. Not brain dead.” says the perfume hater. Her friends try to get off her ego by laughing at Lacey for made-up reasons.

“She’s over me?!?!?!?! FOREVER?!?!?” Joe Kennedy Jr. screams in terror.

“I was in love with the version of Mr. Blue he put in my head via his role in the Illuminati in the public eye.” says Lacey. “I can’t stand who he really is. I loathe the actual person.”

“Do you promise you loathe us?” Mrs. Blue says about Mr. Blue and herself.

“I don’t think I can’t go so far as to say I completely loathe you and Mr. Blue 100%. But it’s at at least an 80%. Objectively. I find you two to be repulsive people. But I imagine God still wants you two saved, so to speak.” says Lacey. “He wishes for no humans to go to Hell. Hopefully you aren’t going to literal eternal Hell.”

“So you don’t think you were ever in love with me?” Mr. Blue asks Lacey.

“I was in love with a tiny part of your soul. But that’s all. And I respect parts of your wife’s soul. But no, if I’d known who you really are I wouldn’t have found you attractive at all, so to speak.” says Lacey. “I can’t imagine that hurting you in any real seek way to read that though. Right?! Do you have real feelings like other humans?” She thinks. “Or a brain that functions well enough beyond your lies to process the concept of human emotion?”

Mr. Blue decides to ignore Lacey.

“You don’t seem to understand. She’s never necessarily wanted to have any sexual or romantic interaction with you almost at all. And your obsession with making it otherwise has brainwashed a lot of other people.” says Jeffrey Epstein to Mr. Blue. “She being Lacey.”

“She’s not entirely over me. But she’s moving on.” Joe Jr. says objectively about Lacey’s romantic and sexual feelings for him.

“Isn’t that nice?” Lacey mindlessly says joyfully to Mr. Blue. “See, it seems heartless but it’s so convenient for you to walk away. Because I genuinely want to have nothing to do with you outside of the parameters of Heaven, should we both go there. And no, that’s not a sexual interaction for us at all. I would find that more likely to be close to my Hell.”

“You’re not being honest!” 99% of all living men insist of Lacey. Women are far less sure that that’s true. But many cower under the fear and decide she must just be a lesbian.

“Are you all demons?” asks Lacey almost sincerely.

“I doubt it.” says Pat Wilson to Lacey.

“Then how do you explain their obstinate idiocy?!?!” asks Lacey breathless at their repulsive, overwhelming response.


“Are men’s sexual-romantic minds owned by the Kennedy’s and therefore Lem had to be gay and I still have to be weak, vulnerable and disgusting?!” asks Lacey.

“We’re stronger than you!!!” a perfume hater yells at Lacey on cue.

“How did they buy you all?” Lacey asks them.

The Illuminati feels threatened.

“See that’s the thing. I keep thinking we need to humor her.” says Mrs. Blue to the Illuminati like she’s crisis managing a crazy, slutty, asinine, poor bunny boiler.

“You are soo in love with with fantasy. Aren’t you?” Lacey asks her, sincerely but bitingly.

“It’s not a fantasy!!!” shrieks a group of mildly unattractive but pampered, cool-girl Millennial women who undoubtedly are real sluts.

“They’re slurs!!! You make slurs!!!” yells a woman at Lacey from the grave.

“Then why are you so angry?!” Mrs. Blue asks Lacey, with profound idiocy.

No!!! I make no bones about it. I cut through your perversely controlling attempts to make me dumb.” says Lacey to the woman in the grave.

“I’m angry because a. You’re delusional. b. You’re incapable of forgiving me for catching your husband’s eye regardless of how little genuinely even happened. c. You’re perversely stupid but highly publicly respected for your leadership and intellect. d. You are a stalker but you have narcissistic fantasies you seem to genuinely have a bizarre almost religious faith in of me being that instead. e. Your husband is objectively smug, ugly and disgusting and yet you enable him to think otherwise.” says Lacey to Mrs. Blue. “And most importantly you’ve violently terrorized my entire family and many other people as well. You and the people you’ve been sexually involved with your husband are like a small gang of serial killers via the Illuminati. …But you don’t have to be accountable to them because you are mildly important to the Illuminati and you’re officially a member. You guys are either really dumb or really evil. And honestly…you’re far worse than the Manson Family because you and Mr. Blue, and about five of his concubines have been spiritually responsible for the pandemic, the war in Ukraine, and who knows what else. …You…may…be…responsible for the pandemic. Think about it. You stalk me…and I’ve told you soo many times that I’m sorry and I’m over your husband. That I’m not even sure it was real. And yet you cling to your vain innocence?” asks Lacey. “Or is it possible that just because you were legally married, I had such real deep emotions that weren’t narcissistic…and I got angry when you started attacking me and you and your murderous gang can’t stand that I stand-up for myself…that you think I’m the Bunny Boiler. …Because you’re an intellectual fool and dolt. You think that if you’re married and a woman who threatens your sense of supremacy in the family gets angry…that that makes her a bunny boiler. Because that’s how weak and paltry your ugly literary analysis skills are.”

“How is she wrong?!?!” Glenn Close, losing her mind defends Mrs. Blue. “I can’t stand people like you!!!” she yells at Lacey.

“Who am I?” Lacey asks Glenn Close confused.


“Who am I?” Lacey asks Glenn Close who may have inspired Mrs. Blue to think of the idea of a Bunny Boiler in the first place. Feminists love to attack Lacey.

“Lacey can sense Glenn Close trying to use witchcraft and Joe Jr. to not look like a freakish idiot.” narrates Michael.

“Oh dear God…we’re Boomers.” says Glenn Close.

“Nice try.” says Lacey to Glenn Close. “Answer my question you silly, violent, peasant revolt artist.”

“Oh dear God, she’s serious!” says another Boomer actress who’s mildly ugly but made fitness movies that were supposedly sexual in the 1980’s. She’s being incredibly condescending to Lacey for reasons of social class in the actresses mind. She believes her actor parents and associations with the Kennedy family make her a true elite as well as the mostly shit films she made.

“Who am I?” Lacey asks Glenn Close again.

“I mean you’re just…” starts Glenn Close.

“I’m just what?” Lacey asks her.

“You’re nice!” she says to Lacey.

Lacey rolls her eyes. “That’s a tired insult. I’ve heard that insult from people like you most of my life. You’re so condescending!”

“You can destroy us all. Can’t you!?!” Glenn Close yells at Lacey is faux fear.

“Why do you Boomers hate me so much?” Lacey asks Glenn Close.

“I just can’t let go of it.” says Mrs. Blue.

“Oh no! You can destroy us all!” Glenn Close says to Lacey.

“Let go of what?” Lacey asks Mrs. Blue.

“You seduced my husband!” she says to Lacey.

“You seduced my boyfriend!” says one of his gang.

She tries to think back to what happened.

“I mean I tried to show him a bit of attention. But that’s almost all I did. And at heart it was flirting. But…that’s all I did.” says Lacey.

“It’s all about social class. They’re just insulted you aren’t more intimidated by them socially. Because that’s what they get their life from. From feeling superior to others not in the Illuminati. And they’re too brainwashed to realize they’re peasants compared to you in most ways.” says a perfume hater.

“True. I think it is also what we’ve been saying in this posthough. It’s both.” says Lacey.

“You just think we’re all such liars!” says Glenn Close to Lacey.

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“Getting back to that seduction-“ starts a witch.

Michael interrupts, “I’m tired of Lacey being treated like a criminal. What’s her crime?!”

“I didn’t realize I was being so…insensitive.” says Lacey to Mr. and Mrs. Blue.

“That’s a reference to me.” says Harold Loeb, smiling.

“You think we’re uptight?” Mrs. Blue asks Lacey.

“Not necessarily uptight, but…rigid. And hateful. And reactionary. And…paranoid. And obsessive and contradictory.” says Lacey. “You’re the Bunny Boilers. Not in superficialities. But in…heart, and deed, and mindset. Possibly.”

“Are you Rebecca or Mrs. de Winter.” asks a hater.

“I’m Rebecca if Rebecca wasn’t evil.” says Lacey.

“I’m Rebecca‘s lover. If she was genuinely innocent and sweethearted.” says Lem as if

“And I’m her husband. And she’d never cheat on me. …With anyone. Which is why I would have to be so careful not to cheat on her.” says Michael.

“Why does it seem like you guys really are the crazy one though?” asks a reader of the blog to the Illuminati.

“Why are you guys torturing her? Is it a peasant revolt? Did the peasants take over the Illuminati? Because if so…we’ll destroy you.” says Joan Fontaine to the Illuminati.

“Why?” Glenn Close stupidly asks Joan Fontaine to try to get in with her.

“I don’t think you get it. You really are all mostly just bizarre peasants at this point.” says Lacey. “See…J. P. really is that smart.” says Lacey. She sighs. She sighs. “See…he gave you all power. And purpose. And then all you had to do was be nice and leave me alone.”


“Why couldn’t you just leave me alone? I was dying inside. Possibly dying. But I was a mother. And I’d have clung to life just like I’m doing now. Other than my daughter…my life would have far better been left untouched.” Lacey thinks. “Your batch is pure narcissism…and there’s nothing in relation you can get high on. And I thought he loved me…but when I found out he didn’t a turned on a switch and pulled out my sword. To kill you by chopping off your heads if necessary because you declared war on my soul.” says Lacey.


“You’ll be back. Right? Because it’s the way you are. Right?” asks Lacey. “I mean dang! You all are so sassy and classy and badassy.”

“We’re trying to imitate you.” says Mrs. Blue trying by to be annoying?

“You weren’t stunned by Mr. Blue’s hot sex life? His drug use?” asks a witch of Lacey.

Lacey cracks-up laughing. She and Jack do a parody of the sort of worm who would have tried to sleep with their fathers.

To parody the women: They stand in an airport waiting. They pull out air traffic control lights and Lacey grabs a tambourine. She makes a sign out of cardboard and permanent marker to offer sex services. They shake their asses. Jump around. Start sending off fireworks. Do jumping jacks. Joe Jr. and Kick join them. It’s hilarious.

Then another Joe seemingly starts crying. It confuses Jack slightly but Lacey more.

“You knew?!” Joe whispers to Jack. As in, he can’t believe Jack knew his father was such a “sexual-philanthropist.”

“Some ‘sexual-philanthropists‘ are far more evil and creepy than others, clarify.” says Lacey.

“So…to keep the egalitarian, semi meritocracy we-“ starts Mr. Blue.

“Had.” says Michael.

“All you had to do was leave me alone or just not be a weirdo.” says Lacey to Mr. Blue and the Illuminati.

“You’re the polar opposite of a Bunny Boiler.” says a Millennial woman.

“What am I?” asks Lacey.

“You’re impossible to steal from.” says a witch.

“True! As much as I don’t know if I share anything in common with Glenn Close’s character at all anymore…I do refuse to be stolen from.” says Lacey.

“Lem!! Stop protecting yourself if you want to be with her!!” a man yells.

“I’m not that dumb. I know I have to protect both of us.” he says.

“I let myself look ugly because I’m prettier that way. Socially speaking.” says Mrs. Blue discussing why she’s never had plastic surgery on her face.

“I doubt you knew. But if that’s true, that’s silly. It’s still unattractive. Don’t you care?” asks Lacey.

“Honestly, if I got plastic surgery he’d stop loving me.” she responds. He being Mr. Blue.

“That’s perverse.” says Lacey.

Michael kissed Lacey’s neck. He sang in her ear first. Then he kissed her neck from behind. Like he wanted to eat her. She loves him very much. But she also loves Harold…Lem…and Louis.

So then she recalls Lem. Just in the nick of time, she thinks.

Lem’s hurt but then he’s schooled yet again on her real pain. Not the bullshit people want her pain to be for reasons of social class insecurity on their parts. But instead, her real pain.

“I can’t stand that Lem is straight. He controls her.” says a Paul in the Illuminati.

“I can’t stand that she cares about her readers.” says someone else in the Illuminati.

“And I’m confused.” says Lacey. “Goodnight.”