Minnesota's Excellent Ventura

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So, late on election night, the suits are up in their suites, brooding and trying to look confident, waiting for the Glocca Morra vote to roll in and save them, and Jesse is strutting tall turkey at his campaign headquarters at the racetrack, looking like everyone's nightmare of a brother-in-law, shaking his big fist, yelling, "We shocked the world!" and comparing himself to Muhammad Ali and the U.S. Olympic hockey team of 1980 that beat the Russians. All across Minnesota, the quiet, decent people who believe in Good Government and Working Together to Resolve Differences are leaning forward in disbelief at the thought that the next Governor of their state might be THIS GREAT BIG HONKING BULLET-HEADED SHOVEL-FACED MUTHA WHO TALKS IN A STEROID GROWL AND DOESN'T STOP. And then he won.

Well. We are a state of highly repressed Scandinavians, and sometimes we like to surprise ourselves. Minnesota is a $12 billion-a-year operation, and we have taken the janitor and made him the CEO, but hey. Now we have the inauguration to look forward to. He promised to be lowered by helicopter to the capitol dome and rappel down the side of the building, and that would sure be something to see. Meanwhile, everybody in Minnesota can do a pretty good Jesse imitation. A good way to start the winter.