After a night of drinking, and a day of ingesting meth, Gust created the Molotov cocktail and decided he would settle the score.
Sounds like he should move to Maine, the Little Meth Lab on the Prairie, aka ND, is small potatoes for Mr. Gust.
Oh man. Somali communities in the Midwest–brings back memories. When I lived in Kansas, the local meat-packing plant brought in a Somali community to work there, and the town was NOT happy. There were actually rumors floating around–with no basis in fact–that Somali men were grabbing women off the streets and raping them in their vans. It was ugly.
And in fact, the plant was not paying these folks a living wage, so the Somalis got public assistance. In other words, these were jobs that the local population didn’t want, but that didn’t stop them from bitching about the furriners taking their jobs and then raping their women.
He seems nice.
Can’t cure stupid.
What rational person ever thought “Hey, doing meth is a positive life choice.”
What a cop-out; blame the alcohol and drugs but not the (white) nature/character of the person.