As many of you know I do not like nor respect Gov. Mark Dayton. It is not my opinion but he is the embodiment of everything I loathe about politicians, right or left. He never worked a real job in his life, inherited money from a real man who did all the work, and as an elitist puts his own personal boredom and political ambitions ahead of the people he wished to govern.
However, while delivering the State of the State address he collapsed and hit his head.
It's times like these one must abandon politics and view Mark Dayton as a fellow human being and search ones soul for one's true opinion of the man. Ergo, I give my most earnest wishes that the alcohol and prescription drugs caught up with this vermonous parasite and that when he hit is head, he does not die, but suffers a traumatic brain injury that leaves him severely impaired for the rest of what will hopefully be a miserable life.
Yes, I hate that piece of shit that much, and no, I am not being facetious in the slightest in my wishes. I am laughing at that pampered, (genuinely) privileged fuck and wish him ALL that he received unfairly in his life to manifest itself in am equalizing punishment and comeuppance today. Of course, it's likely he just got a bump on his hallow head, but one can pray for this genuinely worthless human being.
UPDATE - Governor Dayton is perfectly fine. Damnit. I guess he'll celebrate his health with his limousine liberal trust fund Crocus Hill crowd with $100 shots of scotch at W.A. Frost.