Mac Jesus has no spirit left to crush because it died somewhere out there in the cold wild forests of the Canadian antarctic, probably during one of the many long and depraved blizzard seasons. I heard they had to eat one of his coworkers to survive once, and nearly didn't make it. Luckily he had several, several thick inches of fat reserves packed onto his frame and Canadians have the natural ability to absorb water from snow which sustained him long enough for the rescue sled teams to arrive, several weeks later.