A reader: What if reincarnation is real? And Lacey…looks like Jackie? EXCEPT…she’s SCOTTISH?
Listen to Enya “Caribbean Blue”.
This reader: They’re both Celtic. …Except, with Lacey it’s almost…otherworldly. …Because…it’s her…haunting herself.
Eric: This is actually Enya. Thee Enya.
Lacey: I love her music. I always have.
Kyle: I look like Lacey.
Or did.
And that’s no coincidence.
She could have been my grandmother. …Except I would have looked more like Joe Kennedy Junior…l
And my step-grandfather would have been Lem.
My father was named after Lem.
…Lacey was pushed down her stairs, in 2021. Damaging her own neck, because of me.
My grandfather, Robert Francis Kennedy Senior was very close to Joe Kennedy Junior. And he loved Lem, almost like an older brother. …And, after Joe died…he tried to-
*she cries*
I can’t-
*she has to take a breather*
I am Bobby’s granddaughter. But…my grandpa Frank wants me to make this clear. Because he’s mad.
*she smiles*
…I’m slightly psychic. So was my father. So was my grandfather, Bobby.
He, my grandfather Bobby, intuited that my father should be named after Lem. …And…he tried to name his children after the right people. …Because…-
*Lacey laughs*
*I smile*
I…-
*she cries*
I could have been Lacey’s granddaughter. …And I accidentally named my daughter after Joe. The man who…would have been my grandfather. …And actually, he would have been the U.S. President. Twice.
Lacey would have been his first wife.
*she smiles*
*she cries*
I’d have loved my grandmother.
*she cries*
God (on behalf of Joe Junior): Joe knew all that. Because he’s been dead since 1944.
And…as she, Lacey, began to move on…with Lem…he got extremely angry. With Lacey.
Lacey had no idea that Kyle had had an injury. …And Louis Hill Junior kept trying to talk him down. Joe. …But, as Kyle struggled, he couldn’t handle his rage and he threw Lacey down the stairs, instead of holding himself accountable.
He was…capable of real love and real hate.
Kyle is still Bobby’s granddaughter. Nothing has changed. But…there’s something eerie about Lacey and Kyle. And…Kyle could look almost the same…if Joe had been her grandfather, and Lacey her grandma. She’d have…had…a slightly wider face. Her eyes would be brown, like Lacey. But they’d be shaped liked Joe’s. And…yet…she’d look remarkably similar.
…Joe was actually trying to kill Lacey. But she knew how to fall. And Lem, actually, caught her. I allowed him to somewhat manifest…and…soften her fall.
Lem’s father told Lacey to lay still. Directly after she fell.
And…they saved her life. And have helped her heal.
…Joe was mad. Because he’s knew how close Kyle could have been. To both of them. …And he was still angry about dying. Very, VERY angry.
*Later*
Listen to “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” by Wilco.
God: Joe wrote this. In someone’s subconscious. About Pat and Lacey.
If you need to imagine what Lacey looks like, imagine a woman who looks almost exactly like Scotia. Truly.
She is Scotia. If there’s reincarnation. And Tom Banks is Akhenaten.
The idea of her being a deity…came from…the Illuminati. She’s not a narcissist.
Casi: She actually has strong cheekbones?
God: Yes.
She looks almost identical to this:
She has a softer chin-line. And more delicate features. But the overall look, and her eyes in particular, are basically identical.
Please, stop playing with fire.
A man reading: Who is he singing to?
God: Pat. And Lacey.
A man reading: WHO did he let go of!?!
God: Lacey.
He let Pat back in.
Look up the history of this album. In relation to 9/11.
Listen to “Jesus, Etc.” by Wilco.
*later*
Listen to “Cry Me A River” by Justin Timberlake.
God: Joe frames it like she cheated.
*he laughs*
He did. …And she’s…dangerous, like Tom. So she just moved on. Cold as ice. And it made him…angry.
Pat Wilson knew she would be that way. She also knew how much Lem loved and loves her. And always will. …Pat…is…formidable.
When Joe slept with Pat Wilson…in 1944…he was abdicating his soul. But he didn’t care.
…They’re still in love.
Lem did not ask Pat for a favor. She did it all on her own. …She was a wild woman. Romantic. Reckless. …Sentimental.
Lindsay Graham: *laughs*
I wasn’t gay.
*he smiles*
I was mostly gay. …There’s actually a huge difference.
I did prefer men. …But I was in love with at least one woman.
Okay?
*he laughs*
Lem was heterosexual.
I know. Shocking.
…It took me by surprise, too.
And there are many other surprises.
*he laughs*
The irony…is there. The drama!? IS THERE. …But you can’t be in competition with her. Or Lem? …You have to think about the bigger picture.
A reader: What’s up with Elliott Roosevelt?
Lindsay: *laughs*
I’ll tell you in a bit.
*a moment later*
I’ll tell you more, but first…I have to say: Lacey and I got into a fight. Before I died. Over Lem.
I thought he was gay. Or close to it. From experience. *he laughs*
I actually found Lacey attractive, myself. Which is why we got into a fight. …I thought, “If she was around in the 1970’s!? …Hey!” *he laughs* “I could be straight too!”
I really did find women attractive, at times. …*he thinks*
Obviously…from experience…I assumed it was a choice.
Make sense?
*he thinks*
No. Lem was straight. …She got so angry at me. And…I guess she was right.
*he thinks*
Dammit.
*he thinks*
Elliott!? Ha! …Elliott is still sleeping with Fay Emerson. …He never got over her. …He never got over her.
…But…he could have married Lacey. For real. …Their fathers knew each other. It’s not at all a stretch. …And actually, he’d be sleeping with Lacey too- *he laughs* She’s turned him down. Lacey has. …I doubt he’s going to be- He’s a sweetheart. Actually. …He’s very loving, believe it or not. …He actually does care about her. …A lot.
Why am I so breathless!?
*he smiles*
I’m actually golfing. …I went to Heaven. I knew Jesus. …And…I’m very happy.
George Bush: Who are you golfing with, today?
Lindsay: Buddies.
You may know a few of them. But it’ll be hard to get her head to hear the right names. I’ll try.
One of them is named George.
No, not Lem, Lacey. *he laughs* Lem loves golf.
Although…George is George Bush.
*later*
Lem: It can all be explained. Every story you hear about how I was supposedly in love with Jack, and “…like…so gay.” *he laughs* …I was…a product of my own time. And the ignorance of my era.
People love the idea of me being homosexual…and in love with Jack. Endlessly in love with him. …But…it’s ABSURD. …He was a heartless man. …If you had to spend more than a few months with him, in any adult, consensual…normal relationship…you’d start to hate him. …Bullying in schools back then wasn’t the same as it is now. People weren’t as cruel. Kids used to make fun of actual bullies, at times. …He was known as the son of a crook. A rich, rude…Boston financier criminal. …Kids hated him. And because I felt I was…a reject…I didn’t mind being his friend.
Lindsay Graham: That’s all true.
A reader: So…they’re literally making shit up. About Jack and Lem?
Lem: Yes.
Some of it is passed-on lies. And misunderstandings. Not just new false information.
But yes. And actually, I died on Jack’s birthday. Which isn’t even close to be a compliment to him. It could mean I didn’t want to live through another birthday celebration without him. But…dying on someone’s BIRTHDAY? …It’s kinda weird. …Why not die on the day they died? That makes so much more sense. You know?
…It’s interesting to me that Kyle died this year on the same day as Cheryl. Did she die of natural causes? …And why was Saoirse buried next to Mary Richardson? She was, right? …They LIE. …A LOT.
…I hated Jack. …And I pretended otherwise. For safety reasons. Always. I didn’t want anyone to ever figure it out.
I HATED him.
A lot of what I said…was fawning. Not real love. And he never knew the difference.
Is love close to hate, in this case? No. Not at all.
Would I have hated him if I was attracted to men? Yes. …*I laugh* He was an awful person. We named his dick after a mean teacher. Because…he was such as jerk, himself. I thought he had some self-awareness. …He didn’t.
If Lacey had been there…we’d have either left. And shocked…almost no one. Because people really thought differently back then. Being homosexual back then…meant something different than it does today. Or, we’d have had an affair. But that’s not likely. …We’re not actually cheaters, despite what it may seem. We don’t enjoy that life. …I only tolerated it because I didn’t actually care.
I’m a very…intense person. So is Lacey. When I actually care…forget it. You don’t cross me. …I’m not a jerk. But…I don’t mess around with that…kind of thing.
Listen to “Cry Me a River“ by Justin Timberlake.
Lem: That’s Lacey. Not Joe.
Who’d be singing that.
I love the rain. And the ancient…hymn…at the start.
She loves…justice. Not revenge. Justice.
…Her husband right now…wasn’t protective of her feelings. At all. He didn’t even propose. …but he’s not necessarily a bad person. …He just doesn’t fall in love easily, at all. …And she’s the only woman he’s ever loved even a little. …They’re good partners. But she’d be dying…fast…if I hadn’t been allowed to step-in. …He knows. …And…if there’s reincarnation…he’s actually a buddy of mine. I knew he’d find her. Marry her. And…yet…never fall in love. Not…really.
He is Lord Thynne. He’s a very…handsome…debonair man. If there’s reincarnation. And actually, he’s quite debonair, regardless. *I laugh* …But, yeah…I was his friend. Like, actual friend. Before. He’s a saint. …And…I cared. …He’s a brilliant man. Excellent at many things. …And a real man’s man. He understood. Everything. In her life, if there’s reincarnation, he’s a bit heroic. …They’re close. And…-
I hate my life.
I hate…so many things…right now. SO many things.
The song ends and restarts.
A reader: You acted so gay.
Lem: Yes!
But it was an act.
A reader: Who actually are you!?
Lem: *smiles*
*laughs*
I’ll let Lacey describe me.
Lacey: He’s tall.
He’s cool. Like…ice. But he’s not a psychopath. …He’s just…a very intelligent, intense…deep…serious thinker.
He’s…loving. Loyal. …Strong.
What’s he like?
He reminds me of Dick Van Dyke…combined with…Aaron Eckhart. …And…the character…Skippy. From Family Ties. …He’s…like the color blue…as a person. …He’s-
*she thinks*
Listen to “What Goes Around…Comes Around” by Justin Timberlake.
Lem: What was it like? Planning his assassination? Does someone want that information?
A reader: Yes…
Lem: After what I had lived through…just being his friend? I wasn’t…scared.
His father the Ambassador to Great Britain. You know? …And my family had started a Black college. …I was exposed to great wealth and power. …And…just being his “best friend” meant exposure to…a lot. A lot of drama…
So, I didn’t…find being approached by the CIA, if I was, surprising. …I’d met with mob bosses to buy votes. During the 1960 election. Three times. …Because Jack was making me do things to him that…were…strictly confidential…he assumed I was safe.
It wasn’t shocking to me. It was par for the course.
Listen to “Cry Me a River” by Justin Timberlake.
A reader: So you didn’t feel…scared?
Lem: When?
A reader: When you had to actually…do it?
Lem: *thinks*
*sings along with the song*
1:44
*laughs*
I’m not Lacey. …She’s…very different than how you currently perceive her as being. …She’s…incredibly loving. …I can be. …But, if there’s reincarnation…I actually did used to cut off people’s heads. Regularly. I was Emperor Constantine. …Or I could have been, if there’s not.
I can shoot and kill. …If I feel truly justified. …I don’t need a million reasons.
I’m also more egotistical than her. …But I’m not a bad person, actually.
When she’s mad though? It’s bad.
…But…I was kind of over it. From the beginning. …I already wanted to literally rip off his head from his body. …I had such an instinct to literally tear off his head. …Just…rip it off. …The way he’d laugh at me. …He was so cruel. There were countless times when I wanted to murder him. He was such a smug bastard.
SO conceited.
SO in love with himself.
And my pain meant nothing to him. He loved making fun of me, especially in front of Jackie. Because he knew I wanted a wife, and yet I would never get one for myself, because I thought it was wrong.
Listen to “Mishima” by Philip Glass, Blood Oath. As performed by the Kronos Quartet.
Lem: At first…I was partially experimenting with homosexuality with Jack. I had had some experience, but I did more experimenting with him. And…I was gradually realizing I wasn’t…happy. …But…I was determined to make the best of it.
I tried sleeping with other men. …I tried.
…But by the early 1950’s…I was ready to die. Yes, by the early 1950’s…
And…it was around then, that I punched him in the face, and threw him to the ground. At a Kennedy party. …And it was a hard hit. Right in his face. …That’s been lied about.
I wanted to kill him. Because I couldn’t stand him anymore.
He posed me. For photos. The ones you see? Not the one of him and Rip. The others. He posed those. He posed the one of him and Rip too, of course… He had a fetish.
…And anyway…I was tired of it. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I don’t know how to explain it. But…a lot of my life isn’t what you’re reading it was, these days. It’s all a myth, at the moment.
…I mean…I could have had a wife and family of my own. But, I didn’t. Instead, I gave up my entire life up to being some married guy’s best friend. …And what would have made me a happier life? …Being a total loser kiss-ass? …Having one stupid little room of my own…in some other rich guy’s house…because I was such a pathetic kiss-ass? …Being an extra…in his life’s most important moments? …Or having my own life? …Having MY OWN LIFE!?! *I yell*
A gay man in 2026: But that’s not how you meant it, Lem!
Lem: YES IT IS!!! *he yells*
YES, IT FUCKING IS!!!
A gay man in 2026: I just don’t think so…
Lem: *laughs, in immense frustration*
No. It is.
Okay?
*he calms himself down*
…You have to remember, I said that…long ago. Not today. …Things were genuinely very different. …There weren’t even remotely as many openly gay men, back then. …It was still very taboo. …So that wasn’t the subtext. You can’t read it into what I’m saying, like it’s something someone said even twenty years ago. This was over 40 years ago.
…And I never came out. And I didn’t like talking about it. …Why do you assume SO DAMN MUCH!?? *he yells, in tired frustration*
A lesbian: So…you weren’t even bi!?
*she says with sincere sympathy*
Lem: *exasperated*
No!
A lesbian: I hear you, dude.
No. I really do!
I SWEAR. …Find the right rich, hot, blond lesbian? Like…actual lesbian? …With a hot sense of humor? …*she laughs* …And I actually see this same scenario. If he’d married her.
Except, no offense, but he’s not dead before his time. She’s…a huge bitch. But…no one even knows how much he scammed.
Lem: *thinks*
YEAH!
*he thinks*
To be honest…that almost scares Lacey and me. Because…that makes a lot of sense.
So…you’re being serious?
This lesbian: Yes.
We’d not necessarily even know the full extent of his bullshit, even today. Because, as woman, she’d have kept it truly quiet. …And…as a lesbian…she’d have had no real intention nor desire to leave the marriage. …We’d hear stories about her friends…but…I bet she’d have been careful.
They’d have had kids. She’d have seemed…normal. And he’d have been abusive. …But no one would have guessed it.
Lacey: Was Jack too dumb to marry a lesbian?
Grace Kelly: *cracks-up laughing*
Listen to “Cry Me a River” by Justin Timberlake.
God: Yes.
Lacey: It’s incredibly stupid to make some straight guy be your sex slave, just because he’s vulnerable. That’s a horrible long-term strategy.
The lesbian: I don’t think he knew.
Lacey: I think…a part of him knew.
Lem: That’s true.
He used to mock me. People read what he wrote me, about marrying a woman? Hooking-up with one? And assume he’s in denial about my homosexuality? NO. …He’s mocking me.
I used talk about women. With him.
Most American Liberals: *glare at Lacey*
Why are you writing this?
2:55
Lacey: I’m hearing what he’s saying.
Most American Liberals: *look confused*
Why have you never said that before!?!
God: SHE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO SAY THAT TO YOU!!!! *he screams*
4:15
Lacey: Why do you all always play dumb with me, now!?
Most American Liberals: *look mad*
*roll their eyes*
Putin: Listen to “Clocks” by Coldplay.
Most American Liberals: You know why…-
Lacey: No, I don’t.
Most American Liberals: *thinks*
How much of this song…is you?
Ben Franklin: All of it.
Most American Liberals: All of it!?
Ben Franklin: YES.
Most American Liberals: What IN HELL do you think you’re DOING!?!
Lacey: With what!?
Most American Liberals: …I’m so confused.
Lacey: *waits*
Most American Liberals: I don’t know-
Listen to “O What Joy” by Beethoven.
Lem: SPEAK UP!!!! *he yells, in total exasperation*
Most American Liberals: Do we understand either of you, at all?
One of Lacey’s neighbors: *adamantly shakes her head to indicate no*
2:53
God: *laughs, lovingly*
She’s right.
There have been horrific misunderstandings.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Lem, did you think homosexuality as we understand it was even a thing?
Micheal Rockefeller: *laughs*
Lem: …No.
Micheal: *cracks-up, laughing*
I’m sorry. You have no idea!!
NO IDEA.
Noeme: I dated her husband. I’m French-
He is exactly the same person as he was. If there’s reincarnation, he hasn’t changed at all. 
Do you guys understand anything about history in the Illuminati…at all?
The song ends.
Listen to “He Who Has Won a Fair Lady” by Ludwig Van Beethoven.
Micheal: Bobby named his son after me.
YES. He was psychic.
If there is an Illuminati, the whole reason why you’re talking to her, is because of me. I was married to her cousin, in a previous life, if there’s reincarnation.
That’s ME. If there’s reincarnation.
Someone in the supernatural told her who everyone was, which means that somebody in the supernatural had an exorbitant amount of time on their hands or they are Satan, and they were tricking her. Or that’s actually who I am. 
It is creepy, how similar I look.
I was going to marry her. I really was!
And we would’ve been rich, although not as rich as my father or certainly as rich as my grandfather. But we would’ve had a lot of money. And you would have had some vague idea…who she was.
Do you wanna know who inspired Stanley Kubrick? ME.
I certainly had a way to do that, if there’s an Illuminati, more easily than most people.
I was bisexual. I would have dated a man into the early 70s, briefly married a woman…and then divorced her…and then been single for about 10 years, before I married Lacey, in the early 2000s.
Somehow, she would have found her way to New York City, lived in the city and decided to be an art history major. And I would have met her at a party and swept her off her feet, because she’s basically my idea of perfection. 
I was in love with her cousin, if there’s reincarnation, but we had problems. And Lacey actually, in some ways, would’ve been a better match. But she was older and already married. 
If there’s reincarnation, I was all set in this life to marry her, and actually I was sent by her family with that as an expectation, because they were very angry by the 1930s, at Lem. They already knew what he was choosing to do with himself and they understood what an awful idea was…and how damaging it would be.
Her cousin felt very guilty about what they had done by erasing her from history and they were willing to sacrifice me, in a sense, if we fell in love, and it became something more permanently. They really did love her, if there’s reincarnation, and they still do. And I was definitely meant to take Lem seriously and definitely not take her from him, if that was what was best, but I was a threat….
God: We should clarify something. If there is an Illuminati, JFK sacrificed Michael at the beginning of his presidency, for very petty reasons involving Lem actually, and then, of course, he covered it up and made it seem like he cared.
Lacey: Why do you have Peggy Flanagan talking to me in the morning, when I’m driving home from dropping-off my daughter at school? *she asks the Illuminati*
Tim: YEAH!
Bobby: That would be my idea, Lacey.
Because, I know that you secretly hate her. And I think she should be aware that you’re antagonistic… even though you pretend to be otherwise.
Lacey: I’m actually far more non-partisan than you want me to be.
But you have me talking to her, and she actually hates me.
Micheal: *nods and laughs*
Lacey: You know it always amazes me how all these really big deal important things are being shared…and they just go right over everyone’s head.
What the fuck is wrong with you people!?! Are you fucking dumb?
Noeme: Yeah? I agree!
The Illuminati: Yes, probably. *they say, seriously, for the first time*
Lacey: Do you understand how awful that is, or not really?
Listen to “Moonlight Sonata” by Beethoven, as performed by Wilhelm Backhaus.
The Illuminati: No.
We refuse to believe it.
A reader: Why!?
Why can’t you just be humble!?
The Illuminati: *smirks*
*thinks*
We aren’t used to being so wrong. …Really.
I wonder if it scares us, too much?
Wilhelm Backhaus: If there’s an Illuminati, and if there’s reincarnation, you are talking, whether you know it or not, to an extraordinary person, when you talk to Lacey Banks Billings.
She is thee Scotia.
Every time I drive by a Scotiabank I laugh, if there’s reincarnation.
She may seem very ordinary, but if you understood the amount of information that actually does go through her head and how casual she is about it and how she keeps her sanity, you would be amazed. This woman dances to music that she’s never heard and somehow is perfectly in tune with the beat. And manages to use the music in a way that only the ancient Egyptians understood. A lot of people nowadays, find her abrasive and impossible…and I think that’s disgusting…and dishonest. 
She had never claimed to know more than other people. If you find her difficult to talk to you because she challenges you too much trying asking questions in a humble, sane way and if you can’t be honest with yourself, you’re intellectually out of your league when you’re talking to her. She’s not an idiot just because you have no fucking clue what she’s talking about or how she came to some of her conclusions. 
Why are they so slow? Ha! Because they have no clue.
…It became very taboo to be “old fashioned”. Remember? For decades you had to avoid being considered square. …It’s still a thing.
And so most of our best work was lost. In the West. To appease…fresh blood. And…new ideas.
That’s what happened.
Tucker Carlson: All true.
Wilhelm: *smiles*
We made far too many mistakes. And we’ve tried way too many “new ideas”. We have no idea what’s going on anymore. Really.
Tucker Carlson: So…do you think we even know how to read history anymore?
Wilhelm: No.
People, for the last 40 years…have been in such a rush. Always looking for the money shot. Every time.
It all became too competitive. Too…capitalistic. Not enough focus on truth.
History takes time. History takes patience. People don’t have that kind of restraint anymore.
Someday…when you’re dead…you’ll regret all of this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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