Becky ain’t the brightest girl. Maybe she’s your friend, co-worker, or that girlfriend you hooked up with to be your all-eyes, run-around, report-back man. Maybe… perhaps you’re Becky.

My problem with you is that you think the world is Looney Tunes on reset. Roadrunner gets run down, he gets back up, and it starts all over again. Life to you is as such. Death is never any real occurrence, for you never having experienced it, never having to acknowledge your complicity in the death of others.

When confronted with your own negative criminalities and hands-on fun, you started early soaking in the misery of others. It makes you uneasy, agitated, angry at the possibility of conviction.

As if the idea is so unreal, you will choose the path that will keep you from that place by continuing down the very same path that got you there.

What Becky Doesn’t Get

• You ask no questions.
• Your ability to think long term is shredded.
• Your belief — like every illiterate operator — that negatives for pay is possible if belief is backed by “legalities” and pretend agencies and such.
• Your Cyber Tech Science abilities isn’t something to hide — why wouldn’t you want to talk about it?