Gog and Magog fight?
And turns out Gog are the Eastern Europeans?
And turns out Magog is…the Irish?
And what are they fighting?
Golden Light by STRFKR plays.
It’s a different nothingness…to be a ghost…than scientists can currently comprehend.
Cheer up! Right?! No. Not if you’re in Hell…or going there when you die.
And why do I, Lacey, wonder if the Irish are Magog and the Slavs are Gog? Because…it would fit with the solid, intellectually relevant theology of those who believe in “The End Times” in Bible studies. Putin was predicted in those Christian circles to have been the one to start the beginning of the war between Gog and Magog. It’s…possibly poetry…and possibly Illuminati symbolism if there is an “End Times” in reality.
And…you might be asking…what is this possible war between Gog and Magog over? *uproarious laughter* Oh…wow…
Some might think it’s about the virility of Slavic men versus the Irish men. That’s one interpretation.
“That would fit with the predicted AntiChrist. But we’ll see!” says a Boomer.
Others seem to think it’s an aesthetic issue.
“So if there is an AntiChrist…is he Scottish or Dutch? Or Kenyan?” asks the Boomer.
“Possibly. We don’t know. Remember?” Lacey says, too slowly perhaps.
Golden Light by STRFKR plays.
“I love my people. God understands.” says Lacey. “It’s human to love your family in a non-perverse way. It’s beautiful. It’s Godly. Remember?”
But what Lacey thinks the war is over…is…who is the most white. Who is the most…white.
China isn’t impressed? Or are they? Who…are they?
Because it seems the Asians don’t care. And that may be perfectly appropriate and moral. Or it might be a trick. But…Lacey isn’t God so she doesn’t know. They do. Collectively, individually.
“Say! Maybe the AntiChrist is Japanese!” says a Chinese man half jokingly.
“Oh! I’m not saying he isn’t the Antichrist and therefore evil…but…that’d be really cool.” says Lacey.
“The Japanese are that cool!” says Louis Hill Jr.. Who
“Yeah! They are!!” says Lacey.
“So…do all the Japanese go to Hell?!” asks a Charismatic Christian.
“No!! That’s why the Japanese are so cool!” says Louis Hill Jr. trying to explain.
“God’s not nothing.” says Lacey with a happy smile. “He’s God.”
“I’m Dutch on my mother’s side…and my father is real old money American-Irish.” says Louis Hill Jr.. “We’d have said we were Scottish too, possibly to not just be Irish.”
“But I’m American!!!” yells James J. Hill.
“We stayed out of Irish politics. And our mother was truly above it all.” says Jerome Hill.
“And I killed myself!!” yells Saoirse Hill.
“Lem was gay!!!!” yell the gay-men-of-today.
“What if he isn’t anymore?!?” asks a Catholic woman.
“Then we’d be evil or crazy.” says a gay man of the gay-men-of-today.
“Yup. So…you lose either way. Or is that an admission of your insanity? Or are you bisexual and Irish?!” asks the Catholic woman.
“I don’t want to die!” yells a gay man.
“Then why are you trying to get us all killed?” asks a living Catholic woman of the gay-men-of-today.
“No! Lacey isn’t Satan!” says Satan.
“Lem was straight.” says a gay-men-of-today.
“You mean gay?!” asks Lacey.
“Yeah, it’s about ego?” says a gay-men-of-today.
“No, you could be pure evil and crazy.” says Lem.
Later.
Eunice Kennedy Shriver sits behind the wheel of her Jeep. She stares at the metal caterpillar digging up the Earth. It’s a construction site. It’s dry. Too dry. Dirt flies up and into the air.
The sound of the metal implements backing up can be heard.
The sound of the air conditioning in her car can also be heard.
A train wizzes by in the distance. That can also be heard.
Eunice stares at the soil.
She HATES Lacey.
“We all wanted Lem to fall in love with us. And he probably was straight. He probably was just our victim.” says Eunice, barking at Lacey.
“Gee…you think?!” says Lacey.
“What’s your secret?! …Why are you so phony!!?” she says to Lacey.
“Eunice…when you stop shitting out of your mouth I’ll take you seriously.” says Lacey, calmly. “You cause this mess…and then you blame me. That’s retarded.”
“Why am I here?!?” she asks.
“You thought…you were on a date.” says Lacey. “With Lem Billings. And…turns out…when you gave him a peanut butter sandwich at age 27…and spread your legs out…and felt your sad vagina getting aroused…and he itched his forehead and twitched…you were only making a spectacular ass of yourself when you…masturbated later…thinking you were in a secret sex alliance with him….you, in fact, weren’t. You were…under the impression…through a series of smoke signals and…designs…that…this!!! This!!! This…was where you’d meet your…sex partner.”
They reflect.
“Oil is out of style!!!” yells Bobby Kennedy Jr. seriously. “Why do these…idiots…think we still care?!??”
Locket by Crumb plays.
“He’s going to be here!!” says Eunice sincerely.
“No. He’s not!!” says Lacey before leaving.
“We still own Merchandise Mart!” says Kick. Because she really might not know. Where is she?! She’s at a golf course in Wisconsin waiting for Lem.
“Where is…Lem?!?” says JFK with Brett in Brett’s new Land Rover. They got married last night. They’re waiting for him…to do…a threesome.
“Lem…might not show-up.” says Brett sweetly.
“Why did Scott let that Hispanic woman taunt Lacey?!” asks Jack, fuming.
Brett takes off his sunglasses. He’s extremely chic.
“Jack…he might not have been like us.” says Brett.
And at that…Jack cries.
“They don’t know!!! They don’t know that I would have left…EVERYTHING for you!!!” says JFK to Brett. “EVERYONE!!!!”
A bird chirps overhead.
“Jack why are we here? Sweetness…let’s go for a walk?!” says Brett.
“But…I know…whether or not it’s allowed in Heaven, Brett. …It’s possible, for all you know, that we might have to take separate paths and be happier in Heaven with women. Even you!!” says JFK.
“Even me?!?” laughs Brett. “Why?! Because I seem more gay than you?!”
“Aren’t you?” says Jack laughing and looking into Brett’s beautiful greenish blue eyes.
“Mmm…yes.” says Brett coyly. “But…I don’t know…I like women…a little bit.” he says apologetically.
Jack looks sad. Thoughtful. “Yeah. More than me?!?”
Later.
“OK what are we having tonight..but I got to try to get gas all right hopefully when you get-“says Brett. “Oh!! It’s open!? Otherwise-I am-“ says Brett.
“We can’t grill! I can’t grill!” says JFK.
“No, sweetums…that’s stupid! I can grill! It’s not that hard!” says Brett.
“No, Brett! Then I’ll love you!” says JFK seriously.
“Oh my gosh!!! Stop pulling my leg!!” says Brett, sadly.
“Are you gonna make my barbecue real smooth and-“ says JFK before Lacey cuts him off on this blog. If it’s happening in reality…that’s between them and God.
More later.
So…turns out lots of Kennedys are waiting for Lem today.
Golden Light by STRFKR plays.
Lacey washes all the smut of climate change off of her oily hands. She genuinely tried. To try more isn’t something she has to do for any reason unless God says otherwise.
“My kids might still dabble in coal.” says Louis Hill Jr..
Lacey looks sad.
“Yes! And…I’m not saying anything more other than to say that…people still need coal and oil to survive.” says Louis.
“They do!! And…nobody seems aware of that and a great many other tings.” says Lacey.
“The oil companies know. I think?” says Louis.
“They’re not legally aware though?” says Lacey.
“No.” says Louis.
“Should I just shut-up about it or not?!” asks Lacey.
“I know!” says Louis.
He thinks.
And thinks.
He laughs.
Lacey laughs.
“Happy Fourth of July…bitches!” says Lacey jokingly.
Louis’s second wife laughs.
“A spirit of slowness and doubt?! Is that what Mr. Blue sends to attack me?!” says Lacey.
“Yes!” says Louis. “And antagonism, pedophilia, obsession, disrespect, childishness…crassness…rudeness…aggression…murder…rape…and sickness.” says Louis.
“I’m none of those things other than sick.” says Lacey.
Mr. Blue laughs. “You’re such a peasant!” he says to Lacey.
“True! He tries other demons. But you are extremely resistant. …He’s able to attack your femininity…and your goodness…and your life.” says Louis.
“Do the oil companies understand that global warming is real?!” asks Lacey. “Bobby isn’t an environmentalist. Is he?!”
“He might not be!” says Louis.
“And do the oil companies understand that I love life…and want them to make money or…has the Illuminati turned into a Satanic death cult?” asks Lacey.
“It’s turned into an idiotic faux-intellectual, Satanic death cult.” says Louis as they try to suffocate her for the 300th time.
“You understand that physical sensation, don’t you?!” asks Lacey.
Louis laughs. “Extremely well.” He thinks. “Your lungs…are also specifically under siege. I fell down the stairs too.”
“I’m beyond enraged.” says Lacey.
“You aren’t supposed to be experiencing this. God didn’t ordain it.” says Louis. “And since they’re bitter-con-artist-peasants and brainwashed, bullied old money running the Illuminati…they think it’s funny.” He thinks. “They truly are that dumb. …I’m sorry!”
“They will regret it so much if I die.” says Lacey. “It’s like yelling in a dream. It’s a horrific nightmare.”
“You know…they’re not cognitively capable of comprehending the concepts. They’re genuinely too dumb, and stubbornly so.” says Louis.
“So what do I do?!?” asks Lacey.
More later.
Lacey apparently hasn’t been hallucinating people’s stupidity. Lacey had to repeat herself when speaking to a old college roommate who didn’t seem to understand that her family is poor compared to Lacey’s. …They were possibly friends…but she…politely bullied Lacey in her own way and apparently still doesn’t get it.
“My family has oil too!! And they’ll be more! Just wait! We’re going to put on a big show!” said her old college roommate.
But…it’s the same oil. And what her old college roommate doesn’t understand is that Lacey’s family owns over 40 oil wells. They really do control VAST bastions of oil. Just…in…their family.
“Lacey wow! That area is definitely a high oil producer. We have oil in my mom’s home area and more to come, though I won’t make any assumptions until we get a check. It has been a wonderful blessing, however small the amount.” says her college roommate.
“That area?!? That area?!” says Lacey. “Could you be more passive aggressive?! You think you’re being so mature and nice! You’re being a self-aggrandizing, delusional bitch. ….Seemingly. I mean…I’m sorry. But…that area is almost entirely just my family. We’re all interconnected. And I’m a huge, vulnerable…link.”
“Why can’t you say that to her more directly?!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr..
“Because she psychologically can’t handle it.” says Lacey. “She also had a tendency to insult me in other ways. Most women have been like that to me my whole life.” Lacey thinks. “Most currently living women!”
“I remember in college we would ask each other if an outfit looked “mommyish” or “oldladyish”. Now I have no compunction about looking mommyish, and I am even less concerned about looking “old ladyish,” if I happen to like the outfit!” says her old roommate when Lacey posts the following photo to Facebook.
Lacey’s response was, “I don’t recall having those conversations but I do recall you telling me that I should wear thongs because you could see my underwear when I bent over. 🤣 …😂 Honestly…it wasn’t bad fashion advice. Thank you! 🙏🏻 That being said, Brooks Brothers and Lilly Pulitzer! It’s my preppy style. And I am almost 40, and it’s fun not to care how ladylike I look. If I could have worn pearls, suits and heels everyday I would have but that hasn’t been cool for decades… I’m sure you understand! 😊”
“You know, that was a stupid thing to do to make a bunch of asinine, petty, deranged comments Lacey when she was trying to start a conversation with her cousins over trillions of dollars of oil that belongs to just them. It’s a matter of national security and if there is an Illuminati, they really are talking to Lacey not you and if you keep talking to Lacey, they’re going to zero in on you and your entire fucking family you dumb bitch. These people really do run the world…and honestly Lacey is not intimidated by them. I don’t think her family really is either, but I don’t think you understand who you’re talking to when you talk to Lacey I don’t think most people do.” says Louis Hill Jr..
“Do you know I think these people think they’re being smart by downplaying how much oil my family has and I think they’re also trying to make themselves seem far grander than they really are and I’m sick of both. I really am entirely sick of it which is why I’m washing my hands of it not legally, but otherwise.“ says Lacey.
“What does that mean to you? I’m gonna sound like an idiot because I have a feeling I know.” says Louis.
“ it means that, unless if they want to and the US government completely, they have to get the fuck out of my fucking face.” says Lacey.
“You’re being a bit theatrical but I think you’re getting your actual message across that you’re choosing to make. I don’t disagree with you. They’re repulsively moronic.“ says Lem.
“Why are these people obsessed with trying to somehow humiliate me and control me and turn me into a child?! People have been like that in my entire life…and I’m not really necessarily insane at all. And I’m starting to wonder if they’re too stupid to understand that they’re not intimidating me they’re never going to be my equal and that’s just how harsh life is and I really don’t care.” says Lacey. “If I was loved and had been and I was them I wouldn’t give two shits about me. I’m really not that scary of a person and if I am scary why?!”
“Oh, because you still exist and it’s just really unnerving!” says a Millennial.
“If she been born in 1938 and married me would you be just as scared of her or not? If not would it be because she intimidating to you for reasons that you cognitively could easily label?!” asks Michael Rockefeller.
“And then she thinks, ‘Are they trying to kill me because they have to realize that I am infinitely above all of their meaningless impossible bullshit that really rests on dehumanizing me in a way that’s not possible!’ As in, truly scientifically spiritually, metaphysically impossible you can’t dehumanize her it’s impossible. It’s impossible. No, really, it’s impossible.” says Lem Billings.
“So if I had married her, how would you think about her? How would you perceive her personality and her presence then?! Would you find it a scary or would you just be like that’s just Lacey Rockefeller?“ asks Michael.
“Because to Lacey the thought of running world isn’t scary at all almost at all…she really could’ve been in front of the cameras doing the interview with CNN daily and be totally unflappable and if she was giving speeches she would’ve been as relaxed as can be…no drugs…because to Lacey the entire thing is a joke.” says Lem.
“What do you mean by the entire thing is a joke?!” says a Millennial woman.
“She is a very deep person, in a very real way. She’s not a Kennedy…and she really never has been loved…but she’s not diminished by it because not unlike other people in previous generations who hated psychologists…she’s not necessarily as screwed up as she’s supposed to be.” says Lem.
“So Lacey hates psychologists?!” says Millennial.
“You want her to hate psychologists! But that’s not what I said, and the really weird thing is psychologists don’t study people like you they just say it’s narcissism. They say narcissism is in everyone and they’ve made narcissism something everyone has and that may not actually be scientifically true.” says Lem. “The thing is Lacey‘s family really owns, as in they own the land, that contains billions if not trillions probably just billions of Dollars worth of oil. As in it just belongs to them and it’s it’s their oil and so considering that it’s literally billions of Dollars worth of oil that they own that the US needs. …She’s terrifying now that the illuminati has found her. Before it was just like she had an inheritance and she was maybe gonna be worth 5 or 6 million net in her 50s or 60s. And because of the private nature of her family, it wasn’t really a big deal. Nobody cared. People just assumed they were poor Norwegian farmers to a certain degree people who were local really local did not. Course that’s not really what was even happening before the oil, but that was the image that they had, and in a certain sense, they cultivated it out of humility and pride and shrewdness. But now that the Illuminati has found Lacey whoever or whatever they may be…and since they made it a class issue in how they attacked her; threatening her life almost daily for seven years… she’s-her power is terrifying. I mean I’m dead and I’m literally Lem Billings, the actual Lem Billings, and I’m dead and I’m in a relationship with her. How is that happening? How is God allowing that?! Maybe Brett exists but regardless, that’s not typical.” says Lem. “ are you could kidnap her or her kids and probably make them very miserable. If that was even possible I might not allow it. God probably might not allow it. But on a certain level given their psychology, and given who she is, it would be far worse for you. Trust me. … you might not know it for the next 50 years and then when you die and you regret ever existing if you ever tried something like that, don’t say that I didn’t warn you. You people maybe like dogs and not even humans and actually if there is no illuminati, we may have an atomic war if you ever kidnap her kids or her as in we literally may end up ending the world just because we can. And if that doesn’t happen, remember I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost explaining this to you. Do you get that concept in your head; try. Forget all the wives tales and the superstitions and the bullshit that you hear on TikTok. If I’m a ghost, I’m warning you I am far less vulnerable than you. God has to restrain us once we die not the other way around. And trust me, unless if God chooses to restrain her if you hurt her kids, or even a cat that she loves, you may regret existing.”
“OK but like you’re fooling us right like the Bockin we could sell this in a blog publicly so why would you do that that’s stupid because before I think you’re crazy or they try to steal your oil-I can have you… Wait, unless it’s Illuminated access and then I just don’t get it.” says a man reading her blog. “I mean I hear that you want me it’s OK I’m being told that.”
“Yeah, there are possibly lots of demons and ghosts that have been torturing Lacey‘s family for decades now out of jealousy.” says Eunice still waiting at the digging site.
“So I’m just like wondering does Lem want me to wear golf clothes or does he want me to like just be naked when we played golf?!” says Kick.
“I think that this is all very silly because Lacey is in love with me and you know I mean there’s lots of Pat Wilsons in my life and it’s just like-it’s gonna blow over.” says Joe Kennedy Jr.. He may be the only one not secretly waiting for Lem.
“I’m not gay, I am not bisexual, but I’m not saying that I’m not intrigued.” says Joe Kennedy Sr.. He’s not waiting for Lem…but he’s…spent a lot of time in his office with his door open.
“I wasn’t in love with Lem.” says Ted. “I mean I guess you could say he was really hot especially when he had a shirt off…but I’m straight.” I’m not waiting. I just have my phone ready.
“I’m not-I’m not talking about it.” says Bobby Kennedy Sr.. He sits by a restaurant.
“I mean, somehow I think we all got the impression that he really was in love with us as individuals in this like monogamous way.” says Jean Kennedy Smith.
“Was he in love with any of you at all?“ asks a historian.
They all think.
“Yeah!” says Eunice.
“Who?!” asks the historian.
Eunice looks nervous.
“Who?!” asks another historian.
“Me!” says Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy.
“No, mom!!! No.” says Pat Kennedy.
“You??” says Rose.
“Well why not?!?” asks Pat.
Rose looks upset. Eunice looks nervous.
Then they all fall silent.
Then they all look terrified.
“Why…can’t we get him?! Why not??” asks Eunice.
“Eunice, if he’s straight…and even was…who does he go to?!?“ says Rose.
“Me!!” yells Kick.
“I think it’s your father!” says Rose, struggling.
“Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s me!” says Ted.
They all think.
“But…he’s straight. So.” says Ted.
“So how about…Jack!” says Eunice. Then she cries.
“Jack isn’t admitted to that right now.” says Kick.
“Then it’s me!!” yells Eunice.
“I didn’t love any of you in that way.” says Lem to the Kennedys.
And at that Eunice is in trouble as her car has dirt poured on it. She panics, begins backing up and then parks momentarily. They pour it on her again. She freezes.
And…in a state of panic she gets out of her car…and then dirt gets poured on her head. She relents, gets in her car, moves and slowly drives off.
“Goodnight! Lacey and I are going to bed.” says Lem.
“What did they do to cameras?!” asks Laceyz
“We hid you.” says Michael. “The idea is that women with certain facial traits like you and Zelda…would photograph incredibly poorly. We wanted nobody to know who you were. To up our competitive edge to an extreme.” says Michael.
“What?!” asks Lem.
“It’s the mirrors. It’s the exact measurements and angles. It’s all lied about.” says Michael.
“But then what is she supposed to do?!” asks Lem.
He clears his throat. “Die young. It’s a sexual exploitation conspiracy. You put out like a sex slave or you die.”
“But then I look hideous compared to reality.” says Lacey.
“It ruined nature photography. People work around it but when certain details are too complex for the camera to process…it simplifies it. So depth is hard to photograph. Too many details about a face and the beauty is lost. A simple beautiful face isn’t as breathtaking but it’s easier to photograph. But…too much minute detail comprising a face…and the camera starts desperately taking shortcuts. So…that’s why someone like Lacey is harder to photograph than a cleaner, less beautiful but simpler face.” says Michael.
“You guys made life less scary than it is using trick photography!!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr..
“So that’s why ghosts can’t be easily photographed?” asks a photographer.
“Yes! Or tested for. Because it’s the same principle. Our brains often struggle to process too much at once too.” says Michael.
He stares at Lem.
“Goodnight!” says Lem, grabbing Lacey.
“There are no perfectly honest cameras.” says Michael. “God sorts it out.”
“Goodnight!” says Lem.
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