A lot of people have called me a monster. Pointed at me and laughed or, worse, sheltered their children from me. Told them I was “evil” for stealing milkshakes from McDonaldland. But no one has ever bothered to seek the truth, to learn who the real monster is. I have a family, it’s true. But all of their lives constantly hang in the balance under the unimaginably evil mind of Ronald McDonald. In November 1971, McDonald and his cult – a group of people with crudely painted clown faces and outfits covered in raw meat – stormed into my home…