While vacationing on his ranch one August day, George "Dubya" Bush gets
thrown from his Segway, lands on a rattlesnake, gets bit and
unfortunately dies because the emergency room at the nearest hospital is
too
understaffed to treat him in time. So his soul arrives in heaven and he
is met by
St.Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems
there is a problem: We seldom see a Republican around these parts, so
we're
not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer." says Dubya.
"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," Dubya
protests.
"I'm sorry, but we have our orders." And with that, St. Peter escorts
him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way 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 perfect72
degrees.
In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse. Standing in front of it his
dad...and thousands of other Republicans who had 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 expense of the "suckers and peasants." 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, saying, "Have a
Margarita and relax, Dubya!"
"Uh, I can't drink no more, 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 a really 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 reopens, he is in
Heaven again
and St. Peter is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate.
So for 24 hours Bush is made to hang 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, so 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!"
The day 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 for 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 landscape 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 |
