While walking down the street one day, George "Dubya" Bush is shot by a
disgruntled NRA member. His soul arrives in heaven and he is met by St. Peter at
the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man Himself: He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."
"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in Heaven."
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to an
elevator and he goes down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in
the middle of a lush golf course; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the
temperature a perfect 72 degrees. In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse.
Standing in front of it, his dad... and thousands of others who helped him out
over the years: Karl Rove, Dick Cheney, Jerry Falwell,... The whole of the
"Right" was there! ....everyone laughing...happy.... casually but expensively
dressed. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they
had getting rich at the expense of others. They play a friendly game of golf and
then dine on lobster and caviar.
The Devil himself comes up to Bush with a frosty drink, "Have a Margarita and relax, Dubya!"
"Uh, I can't drink, I took a pledge," says Junior, dejectedly.
"This is Hell, son: you can drink and eat all you want and not worry, and it just gets better from there!"
Dubya takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is really a very
friendly guy who tells funny jokes and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like a Yale Skull and Bones brother with real horns. They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Bush steps on the elevator and heads upward. When the elevator door opens, he is in Heaven again and St. Peter is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit Heaven" he says. So for 24 hours Bush hangs out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money, and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or frat boy joke among them; no fancy country clubs and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor, he doesn't see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated like someone special! Worst of all, to Dubya, Jesus turns out to be some kind of Jewish hippie with his endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive. "Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Pat Robertson never prepared me for this!"
When the day is done, St. Peter returns and says, "Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for eternity."
With the 'Jeopardy' theme playing softly in the background, Dubya reflects or a minute, then answers: "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this-- I mean, Heaven has been
delightful and all -- but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."
So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the
way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren
scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial waste kind of like
Houston. He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained
together, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. They are groaning
and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.
The Devil comes over to Dubya and puts an arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers a shocked Dubya, "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and caviar... drank booze. We screwed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"
The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and purrs ... "Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us."
Thursday, May 27, 2004
*snort coffee through nose*
Thanks to Roman for sending me this. :D