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,” 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 some 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 Ronald Reagan 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 Richard
Nixon 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, “Yea, I
can handle this.”

The devil smiled and said “OK, Monica, you're free to
go.”