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Barking
up the tree
of sociopathy,
are we? Have we
asked about motive?
Granted, a 9-year-old
school boy gives himself
to learning the art of forgery,
tracks down daddy’s signature,
stakes out where daddy keeps the
carbon paper, secretly traces daddy’s
signature before committing the crime:
signs daddy’s name to his report card. Not
once or twice, but on every report card until
he graduates from high school. And there you
go again name-dropping budding sociopaths as
if the shoe fits. Yet conspicuously absent from our
forensic investigation heretofore: motive. As it turns
out he was not hiding bad grades from daddy. He had
straight-A’s on every single report card he forged daddy’s
signature on which was every report card since 4th grade. Why
would such a high achieving student dare to hide straight-A’s from
his dad? Could it be that he craved something straight-A’s could never
give him? Have you ever longed to be loved, not merely for what you have
achieved on your best day, but simply for who you are even on your worst day?
