Probably not my best letter ever,

but I’m tired of this.

When was the internet invented? When was the last time you had to actually think  about connecting to the internet (when you weren’t in a hotel)?

We do it every fuck. *. ing. day.

Hi Brandon—

My husband, John Bickle and I communicated and met with you several years ago when you did a townhall in Eupora. At that time (just before election time?), you likened the lack of dedicated (read adsl or whatever the right term is) to the lack of electricity in the crappy olden days.

You pledged to get the ball rolling— to turn the internet lights on.

What’s become of that pledge?

The year is 2017.

We are still paying through the nose to Verizon for the privilege of having FIOS internet. Over $200 per month to Verizon and it’s not for phone service. It’s for internet, which does not work reliably at reliably good up/download speeds.

We are in Webster County. My husband is a Full Professor at State and Head of the Department of Philosophy and Religion. We entertain and host guests here on our farm who hail from across the United States, Australian, Canada, and Europe. It was rural cute, seven years ago, to tell them to watch their data consumption while they stayed and fished and enjoyed Mississippi. Seven years ago– when we first moved here.

It’s not cute anymore. It’s embarrassing.

What is the game plan to cajole internet service providers to get us internet out here?

As an aside, something hit our truck (small deer? coyote?) The fellow at the body shop in Wathall was flummoxed because he couldn’t connect to the internet to get prices on the parts to fill out the form to send to the insurance agent… .

You want to make Mississippi Great angai an attractive place to live (which it is)? You want to keep some of the smart younin’s here? Get us the freaking internet.

[I’m a libertarian so I don’t think getting the internet is *really* the job of gov’t. But I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t think I have any pull with the AT&T/DIRECTV folks. But I do vote.]

Sincerely,

Marica Bernstein