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The Police Want to Talk to John McAfee About a Murder, Pronto

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mcafee The Police Want to Talk to John McAfee About a Murder, Pronto

Mr. McAfee.

The long, strange trip that is John McAfee’s life has taken yet another unfortunate turn. Gizmodo reports that the colorful founder of the namesake antivirus company is now wanted for questioning in connection with a murder in Belize. Anyone who’s ever seen an episode of any legal drama knows that doesn’t bode well.

Suddenly, we’re a lot less nostalgic for the Valley’s countercultural days of yore.

Here’s what we know so far: On Saturday, American expat Gregory Faull was killed.  Belize’s Gang Suppression Unit have trained their sights on Mr. McAfee–who reportedly brags on the regular about his criminal connections. What’s more, just last week, Mr. Faull complained of Mr. McAfee’s gunfire and “roguish behavior.”

If that’s not sordid enough, Gizmodo has uncovered evidence that Mr. McAfee might have been experimenting with bath salts and other heavy-duty drugs.

The news comes on the heels of a lengthy piece that serves as a pretty good introduction to the bizarro, isolated life Mr. McAfee was living. It reads like a pulp novel you’d buy from a drugstore in some God-forsaken North Dakota town. For example:

 “Everyone who has tried to rob me, kill me, works for me now,” he declared. This was not just good hacker logic, he explained, but a kind of public service. “None of these people are responsible, because they can’t work. At some point, you’ve got to stop living for yourself. We as Americans have ripped off the world. We get to throw food away. It’s insane.”

It’s easy to imagine how the people of Belize might have looked askance at that line of reasoning. Perhaps he should have been a little more sensitive, because God knows he could probably use a few local friends right now. This isn’t even Mr. McAfee’s first brush with the Gang Suppression Unit, who raided his compound back in May.

Hey, America: If running off to South America didn’t solve everything for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, it’s damn sure not going to work for you.

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