One day in the future, George Bush has a heart attack and
dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my
list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay
here, so I'll tell you what I'm going
to do. I've got a couple folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let
one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU
decide who leaves." Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the
devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of
water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and
over. Such was his fate in hell. "No," George said. "I don't
think so I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do
that all day long." The devil led him to the next room. In it was
Newt Gingrich with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was
swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this
problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was
break rocks all day," commented George. The devil opened a third
door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with
his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a
spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she
does best. Bush took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can
handle this." The devil smiled and said.........
