What do I do when someone sends me a thing like this? Why would someone make a thing like this? What kind of a god would allow this?

James, who sent me the photo, had this to say: "He's reaching out for you! He _loves_ you!" There is no poison more foul than the "love" of a clown. Ask the children who were loved by John Wayne Gacy. What, they're dead? Pity.