George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes to hell where the devil is waiting for him.
I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You're on my list but I have no room for you, but you definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got 3 people 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."
George thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed.
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 don't think I could do that all day long."
The devil led him to the next room. In it was Tony Blair with a sledgehammer 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, George saw Bill Clinton lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head and his legs staked in spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said....
"MONICA, you're free to go!"
Galileo
Great Mind
Einstein
Genius Mind
Newton
Extraordinary
Mind
Bush
Never Mind
President Bush was visiting a primary school.
One of the classes was in the middle of a discussion related to words and
their meanings. The teacher asked the president if he would like to lead the
discussion on the word "tragedy." So the illustrious leader asked the class
for an example of a "tragedy."
One little boy stood up and offered, "If my best friend, who lives on a
farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs him over and kills him,
that would be a tragedy."
"No," said Bush, "that would be an accident."
A little girl raised her hand: "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove
over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy."
"I'm afraid not." explained the president. "That's what we would call a
great loss."
The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Bush searched the room.
"Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of tragedy?"
Finally at the back of the room a small boy raised his hand.
In a quiet voice he said: "If Air Force One carrying Mr. Bush was struck by
a "friendly fire" missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a
tragedy."
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Bush. "That's right. And can you tell me why that
would be a tragedy?"
"Well," says the boy, "it has to be a tragedy, because it certainly wouldn't
be a great loss and it probably wouldn't be an accident either."