H/T to Wild River!
An old
priest lay dying in a hospital. He had served the people of the
nation’s capital for many years. He motioned for the nurse to
come near.
“Yes, Father?” said the nurse.
“I would really like to see Hilldabeast and Barry O'Drama before
I die,” whispered the priest.
“I will see what I can do” said the nurse.
The nurse sent the request to Washington and waited for a
response. Soon an answer came back; Both Hilldabeast and Barry
O'Drama would be delighted to visit the priest.
As they were driven to the hospital, Hilldabeast commented to
Barry O'Drama, “I don’t know why this old priest wants to see
us, but it certainly will help our images and may even help my
election prospects.” Barry O'Drama agreed it was a good thing.
When they arrived at the priest’s room, the priest took
Hilldabeast’s hand in his right hand and Barry O'Drama’s hand in
his left hand. There was silence and a look of serenity on the
old priest’s face.
Finally Barry O'Drama spoke, “Father, of all people you could
have chosen, why did you chose us to be with you at this time
when your end is so near?”
The old priest slowly replied “I have always tried to pattern my
life and behavior after our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.”
“Amen,” said Hilldabeast.
“Amen,” said Barry O'Drama.
The old priest continued, “Jesus Christ, our Savior, died
between two lying, thieving bastards and I would be happy to do
the same!”
Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
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