"..."That's when it really hit me," Mr. Jacobs said. "These guys are out to kill my son. And they're making light of it."..."
If I could be at the execution of your piece of shit offspring, 'Mr.' Jacobs, you'd know what "making light of it" really looks and sounds like.
How did you raise your little savage, 'Mr.' Jacobs, that he could do what he did?
Shouldn't you be slumped in a corner, 'Mr.' Jacobs, nearly paralyzed with grief, self-hatred and overwhelming guilt?
Why are you embarrassing yourself like this 'Mr.' Jacobs?
Don't you have some rope? And a bucket? Isn't there a tree with a stout limb somewhere near where you lived?
See how good that sounds in the past tense, 'Mr.' Jacobs?