People are not good. Whether morally or functionally, we do bad things. Or we do things badly. Or both.

Like Hoseah, the uncle of one of our interns. He shows up at the office every few weeks saying that a dogman he once hit with his car in Mexico had caught up to him. "I thought he was dead!" He'd say, "If I knew he was alive, I wouldn't have run off, you know? But good luck explaining that to a pissed-off dogman!"

See, Hoseah is an interesting cat. But Hoseah is also an otherworldly weapons dealer who will sell a plasma cannon to a twelve-year-old for the right price. Hoseah does bad things. But Hoseah would also sell said plasma cannon to a twelve-year-old that is clearly a forty-five-year-old policeman in disguise. Hoseah also does things badly.

These things are designed by people like Hoseah. Bad people who do bad things badly.