One day in the future, Barack Obama 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 of 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
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to
the first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and
surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced
with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
“No,” Obama 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 door of the next room.
In it was Al Gore with a sledge- hammer and a room full of rocks. All he
did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
“No, this is no good; 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
The devil opened a third door.
Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over
his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him
was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, “Yeah man, I
can handle this.”
The devil smiled and said………..
“OK, Monica, you’re free to go.”