Scott McClellan, the poor pathetic little no body who having tasted the limelight, couldn't bear to disappear into anonymity and having no skills or
talent, chose to destroy those who gave him his moment in the sun for a few pieces of silver.
I hope this little rat dies homeless and penniless in some blind alley on a cold December night.
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