En ce jour d’arrivée d’ un « messie noir » qui nous l’espérons va rendre notre monde meilleur, j’ai ressorti une veille blague sur son prédécesseur.
George Bush has a heart attack and dies.
Obviously, he goes to hell where the Devil is waiting for him.
I’m not sure what to do,’ says the Devil.
You’re on my list but I have no room for you. But you definitely have to stay here, so I’m going to have to let some-one else go. I’ve got three folks here who weren’t quite as bad as you. I’ll let one of them
go, so you can take their place. I’ll even let you decide who leaves.’
George thought that sounded pretty good considering the circumstances, so he agreed.
The Devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of hot water. He kept diving in and climbing out, 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 stay in hot water all day.’
The Devil led him to the next room. In it was Tony Blair with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing the hammer, 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 a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she
George Bush looked at this in disbelief for awhile and finally said,
Yeah, I can handle this.
The Devil smiled and said, ‘Ok, Monica, you’re free to go!’