Women are often such fools. So are men.
“Men don’t love oral sex.” says Biggie. “Nah.”
“Why do they say that they do? Why do their Uncle Tom whores lie for them?” asks Lacey.
“To cover-up for egotistical lesbians who like to pretend that they’re innately better at sex with women compared to men.” says Michael Rockefeller, postulating.
“Teeth and tongues aren’t really that pleasurable. Stop lying.” says Lacey.
Silence.
“Why don’t you get it? Modern heterosexual sex is often just sodomy.“ says Lacey.
Silence.
“How is it sodomy?” asks Lem of Lacey.
“Because there’s no love. It’s humiliation of women.” says Lacey. “And they pretend it’s so-called hot to keep up the lie.”
“That’s true. How did you notice that?” Michael asks Lacey.
“No, she’s right. Oral isn’t that great.” says a Bill Cosby.
“Is that why you drugged women in part?” Lacey asks a Bill Cosby.
“Possibly.” he says.
“No, that’s interesting. I mean, don’t buy that too quick and sell yourself out. Obviously.” says Lacey to a Bill Cosby.
Silence.
“How did I figure out this seemingly objective and accurate information?” asks Lacey of Michael. “See that’s the problem.” She thinks. “Y’all niggers be bullshitting me.” She tries to let them go, but they demand she humiliate herself. “Y’all know I’m after love. True romantic love. But y’all have ruined it with your class-war mentality.” She thinks. “Americans ruined sex.”
Silence.
“There are many criminals, Eminem.” says Lacey.
Criminal by Eminem plays.
“What’s the war?” asks Eminem.
“That’s stupid. Don’t play dumb with me.” says Lacey to Eminem.
He laughs.
“It’s money.” says Eminem.
“Yes. Of course it is. That’s already been indicated.” says Lacey to Eminem. “It’s about money.”
“No. American values are centered around violent sex wars between adults.” says Michael Rockefeller. “America has ruined romantic love.”
Honey Bun by Larry Donn plays.
“So where’s romantic love in 2023 in America?” asks Lacey of Michael.
“Pedophilia is derangement.” says a Nicole Kidman. “That’s all it is. It’s evil, gross and stupid. It’s deranged.”
“True.” says Lacey.
“It’s a way to be a psychopath, and for some of us it’s easier to fool ourselves than others that it’s real romantic love or sex.” says a billionaire pedophile in the Illuminati.
“I do love Lacey.” says Michael.
“I did too.” says Elliott Roosevelt.
“And I’ve loved them too.” says Lacey. “But it’s hellish being with more than one man when you really are healthy and moral and in love.”
“Why?” asks a child sex slave in the Illuminati of Lacey.
Speaking as a sexual anthropologist, “It’s just the way God made it.” The They in the Illuminati freak out and decide to attack her yet again by suggesting she’s a pedophile for saying what she just did somehow to the child the They hold hostage. She says yet again that she’s not a pedophile because she’s not.
A Mercy of Peace a Russian Orthodox Chant plays.
When that song ends Miserere Mei Deus (Psalm 51) by Gregorio Allegri.
“The thing is…pedophilia is one of the most evil forms of derangement possible.” says Lacey. “But whether they could have prevent its spread or not the heterosexuals did nothing much. In the Boomer’s generation at least.” Lacey thinks. “Actually it might be the most evil form of derangement possible.”
Miserere Mei Deus (Psalm 51) plays on.
“You are all violent whores today thanks to the heterogeneous spread of American culture when we either accidentally or perversely took over the world in the 20th Century.” says Lacey. She thinks. “And of course you all have that perverse view of romantic love depending on how much you assimilated to American culture.”
Miserere Mei Deus (Psalm 51) plays on.
“So essentially if you’re in Malaysia but you assimilated to American Culture you might be very bourgeois-American or just bourgeois in your sexual values.” says Michael Rockefeller.
“Just as American in your sexual values as any native citizen to the US.” says Lacey.
Silence.
“The thing is…it’s vile.” says Lacey.
“You’re vile!!!” yells Jevin Spacey at that dang American-Sex crowd. “You think I’m vile. I am. But…so are you guys.” He thinks. “What do you think American Beauty is about?”
“True. But pedophilia is still worse.” says Lacey to Jevin Spacey.
“How do you know that?!” asks desperate whores in the American-Sex crowd. “You must have tried it!”
“Oh wow. You are pathetic. Get an intellectual grip.” responds Lacey. “First, I’m a healthy non-pedophilic, cis, heterosexual woman. Secondly, I am a romantic. Thirdly, I’m not fully assimilated into American culture at all. Fourthly, I was molested.” She thinks they might still be confused. “I’ve never tried pedophilia. That’s a deranged accusation. Think about it.” She thinks. “I’m not a pedophile.”
“You are one!!! You have to be!!!” says a Chris to Lacey. He’s a Chris in the Illuminati, falling apart. The man who said this is named Chris and he’s in the Illuminati.
“But you’re so childish in your view of everything.” says a American-Sex member accusingly at Lacey.
“No. I’m brilliant.” she says. “And you’re a literal fucking idiot compared to me. I’m not childish. I just am humanly capable and elite enough to enjoy actual real romantic love in the US. And as a functional adult who isn’t pedophilic I don’t make the same mistakes you make. I’m a better human than you.”
They vomit.
Say It Right by Nelly Furtado plays. A witch in the Illuminati sings it jokingly to the Kennedy men.
“They gonna liberate you, byotch!” says Lacey to the witch jokingly.
“See…as an actual individual. I rule over you.” says Mr. Blue to Lacey in 2016.
“Oh…you’re an intellectual?” she asks.
“No!! I’m human and you’re a sheeple.” he says coldly but in a self-perceived attempted kindness in response to Lacey in 2016.
And in 2023 come to find out that it’s…ahh…well…he’s a fake intellectual? He’s a fake overlord. He’s propped up by the massive corruption at the core of America. His entire being is owned. Other than his will to choose between Heaven and Hell hopefully. …But he’s far too vain, ignorant, objectively poor, and genuinely stupid to grasp that concept. He’s a slave who’s been fooled into believing he’s free. And the people who prop him up are either corrupt too or intellectually worth shit.
“You’re saying sci-fi bullshit lines to me in 2016 and expecting me to buy them.” says Lacey to Mr. Blue. “And my family is elite. They’re dying off, and oil is quite scarce but questionable…but…in the real world we owned you. We still do, you craphole.”
Silence.
“Quit shitting me. Where are the aliens you con artist assholes!?” says Lacey. A ghost and a invisible alien flirt with her in her own house in a damn forest to stay out of the way of fools who’ve been trippin for decades.
“We hooked you up, Michael.” the Illuminati says to Lacey and Michael Rockefeller.
“Mike…we taking away property rights, ruining your reputation, ruining your career, ruining your ass, ruining your land, destroying property rights, destroying the electoral college, destroying Congress, destroying gun rights, and destroying the economy in the US!” say the They in the Illuminati. But these They are Republicans. They wear cowboy boots and shake their asses in tight cowboy clothes. They go to strip clubs to get “sexy time” and be zippy-dippers. They shake their asses to get money, bitch. And when it comes to their brains..they gotta rely on God. …So in 2023 they offer Jesus their genitalia.
“You’re too elite to offer Jesus your penis?” Jack asks Mr. Blue.
You Can Do It by Ice Cube sing Negro slaves to the They.
“It’s too simple. You just don’t. You were wrong about the attack. You either should have dropped me quick or if this was a secret attempt at a sacrifice on the part of the Illuminati then it was dumb to begin with. Bushes aren’t Nesheims. Billions on ground owned privately isn’t a joke you fool.” says Lacey. “Being Tommy Banks isn’t a joke either.” She thinks. “Would you rather I be Tommy Bank’s daughter or not? I’m honestly not sure if I am or not. But I’ll know someday. And so that’s good… What would you prefer?” Lacey asks Mr. Blue.
“Why didn’t you just play Hello by Ice Cube and act like a rebellious Irishman?” asks a rapper of Mr. Blue about what happened in 2016. “See…you ain’t her. Fine. But you are Irish? You are what? What are you?”
“You all played it like I was nothing.” says Lacey to the Illuminati. “And you’ve played it that way my whole life.” She thinks. “And bitches I’ve listened to your story about me…and it’s…not holding water.”
“We can’t be obsessed with making you a nobody?” asks Mr. Blue trying to patronize her?
“So…the thing is…if Mr. Blue believes it…then the whole Illuminati has to agree with him for it to manifest. So since he’s in…they all have to back him up. Or what? Shit happens. Theoretically. Like…pandemics.” says Lacey. “They use their faith in the supernatural to make a difference in the world. For good or evil.” She gets angry. “But the reason we’ve had pandemics is because they didn’t back up us.” says Louis. “I’m me. You aren’t me. None of you are. You can’t be another human being.”
Le Sacre du Printemps plays and the narcissistic American-Sex crowd, the They and others wait to find out what will happen next.
“You can’t make me feel sorry for you.” Lacey says to the Illuminati. “I have empathy for a lot of people and but I can’t save you from you wholeheartedly choosing to reject God.”
…
Later.
As the violent peasants attack the honorable dead and imprisoned aristocrats, Igor Stravinsky’s Le sacre du printemps (The Rite of Spring) plays.
The Illuminati has psychically contacted a little girl being molested by an ugly pedophilic woman who’s one of those “boss babe” types. The vile piece-of-shit so-called feminist is a billionaire or a millionaire or something. And the little girl is either adopted or “found,” so to speak. As the Illuminati-hostage Lacey guards the little girl’s soul…the They go about their day doing things they want. Because two innocent women separated by evil, one a genuine mother type and the other a little girl…are not in the wrong. Not in a moral universe.
Lacey shouldn’t be violently harassed by these peasants who are holding her daughter hostage and molesting her.
“You’re all spiritually, morally, mentally, emotionally, intellectually, physically bankrupt.” says Lacey to the Illuminati. “You want to be hotshot aristocrat?” *she cackles*
“The Kardashians need to get wise.“ says Tommy Banks. “I can move around freely.”
Le sacre du printemps is a fascinating song.
And still, given their rotting souls headed possibly to Hell along with their potentially fake Pope…they strive to destroy Lacey. Because Mr. Blue is Irish. Because the Kennedy’s are Irish.
“I don’t hate the Irish.” says Lacey.
“I knew making her talk to that little girl would finally break her!!!” says a woman in the Illuminati named Erin. “Yes, I was so upset that she found the actual Illuminati by accident that I decided to inculcate her into it to drive her insane and torture and kill her. Me and my friends know that. We’re-“ She shrugs.
“What? You’re elite or you’re held hostage by George Soros who is hateful to Lacey’s family because they make him feel insecure and he’s a very dangerously petty man?” asks Lem.
“Are the Rothschilds threatened by you as well?” asks Harold Loeb of Lacey.
Literal guns with literal bullets go off.
“Where are they?” asks a reader.
“You’re not that well off?” says a whining The Loudest Perfume Hater.
“Lem, if you can see your daughter just go kill her in her sleep if you can.” suggests a George Soros.
“You know, he may be able to.” says Lacey.
“I might too.” says Louis.
“If that’s what’s best for her. I don’t want to steal her life from her.” says Lacey with concern. “But no, what a mess.”
“We’re provoking that little girl’s mother to molest her.” says a group of violent psychopaths in the Illuminati.
“I’m Erin!!” says an Erin.
“Am I broken yet?” asks Lacey of Erin, sarcastically, mockingly in fact.
“We control soo much more than you comprehend.” Louis explains to the vicious billionaire peasants.
Later.
“I can’t think that smart.” says Erin, whining.
“Do you want me to use the Illuminati to blow my family up literally?” Lacey asks Erin.
“Are my teeth and other features that ugly compared to Lacey’s? Seriously.” says Erin, faking something.
“You look like a peasant Irish whore. Not a cute French ingenue.” says Louis to Erin.
“He’s coming on to you.” says Wobbly seriously trying to advise Erin about Louis’ so-called true intentions.
“What’s it mean to break Lacey!?!” yells Michael Kennedy at the Illuminati.
“That’s not my brother!” says Wobbly with authority.
“To get her to do whatever we want.” says the CIA.
“Bullshit!!!” yells Michael L. Kennedy at Erin.
“Is this the year I finally overdose on heroin?” an Erin in the Illuminati asks Lacey.
“Possibly?” says Lacey, wondering. “The years of the threes are deadly apparently?”
“You’re ugly as heck!” the child sex slave prostitutes yell at Lacey on Erin’s behalf.
“I put them in charge. I needed help. I didn’t want to kill myself. And so I decided to fight back.” Erin sounds like she’d like to bring a lawsuit against the Illuminati and the Rockefeller’s.
“Erin’s contacts encourage the child sex slaves to kill Lacey?” asks a dead author. “They get rewards for trying to kill Lacey.”
“Except I don’t think Lacey was ever threatening your life.” says Michael L. Kennedy to Erin.
“How did I piss off Michael Kennedy?” Erin asks, stupidly.
“Erin. It’s clear.” says a hateful actor in the They.
“Answer his first question, Erin.” the CIA instructs her.
“Erin, what is breaking Lacey?” asks an English witch.
“I copy her. But I can’t uncopy her.” she says.
The witches try to literally move Lacey out of her body in a desperate attempt to help Erin rid Lacey of the fake-righteous-elite-persona she believes Lacey has.
“I wasn’t coming on to you!” Louis says to Erin.
“Erin, what happens if Lacey isn’t faking her aristocratic demeanor and it’s just her actual soul?” asks a Guerlain.
“Which Guerlain? Mitsouko?” Lacey asks a Guerlain. “Which insecure kike in your bullshit family was interested in sacrificing me to feel less insecure? I’m sorry I challenged your intellectual idiocy with Instagram and made you realize that I own your sorry asses?” says Lacey, curiously to Guerlain. “Is that what happened. You dared to be brazen heathens and sacrifice me instead of small profit margin?”
“Answer her you fools!!!” Michael Rockefeller rips into Guerlain, yelling.
“No!!!!” yells a Guerlain at Michael to deny his accusations.
“Erin, you always refuse to explain.” says Michael Kennedy like it’s an annoyance.
“I attacked Lacey with the Illuminati because I felt like I’d joined the most elite secret sorority imaginable…for petty reasons. I was jealous of her innate superiority. And I thought Mr. Blue might love her in a way I couldn’t access in him. But as a genetic Irishwoman you’re reading this blog. So you’re welcome.” says Erin. “We do tend to violently liberate things.”
“Your words? It sounds like Lacey’s words?” asks Harold Loeb.
“It is her words. But I’m not that smart or I refuse to be!!” says Erin.
“She still has to help you speak, Erin.” says Louis.
“Yeah.” Erin says.b
“You’re not Lacey Banks.” Harold Loeb says to Erin, Mr. Blue, and Mrs. Blue.
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