Boo-fucking-hoo. Do you know, George, who gets to see their wives die? People who don't commit a shitload of fucking crimes, that's who. When you are elected to office by the citizens of the state, and then you wait until those citizens aren't looking and stick your dick in their ass....guess what fuck-o? You don't get to be at your wife's bedside as she expires. You get to be in an orange jump suit sitting at a metal table in a cafeteria with lots of neon lighting as a guard walks up to you and tells you that your wife died, and then you get to finish your "Grade D But Still Edible" salisbury steak and mashed peas. So do us all a favor and tell your fat dork son to quit displaying his bullshit moral indignation for the cameras and cry yourself to sleep on your shitty mattress. If you wanted to be amongst loved ones in times of family crisis, then maybe you shouldn't have treated the State of Illinois as your personal bank account. No one gives one fuck about you anymore. There is only one guy in Illinois allowed to lie, cheat and steal with his cronies to line his own coffers, and that man's name is Richard M. Daley. So if your name isn't Richard M. Daley, go eat a bag of dicks.
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