oI've read about those McClure dollops of excrement. Raising all that money for a now homeless ex marine who went out of his way to buy them gas with his last money, then using it to gamble and get fucked up and loaded. I could really cheerfully kill these bastards myself. Rape them with a baseball bat wrapped in razor wire and slice them a new intestinal lining pice by white phosphorus-soaked rusty piece, and using old, lead-saturated car battery acid for lube.
Fucking thieving little kikes need to be promptly mounted on wooden spikes up the arse, stuck there on stakes over nests of flesh eating army ants and left to scream as they are skinned alive slowly and in piecemeal fashion by the jaws of the ant swarm taking them apart.