Well this is a joke, but........what the hell, the B B Que (rs) at Jack, may like it.
Well, W just kick the bucket and has it is expected he goes to hell, where else for a pol.
The Devil meets him and tell him come with me, because you were an important man in your way,
I shall gave you a choice.
So he opens the door to a room, Saddam is there, chained to the wall beeing tortured.
The Devil asks W, if he would care to take his place.
Because, he is giving W the option, to take someone's place.
W doesn't want to be in Saddam's place.
They open another door, there is Castro working in a quarry, breaking up stone with a sledgehammer under a 120 degrees sun.
W said, not for me.
After a few doors, the come to a room, look like the Elysian Fields, very well furnished,
Cesar's Palace in spade.
Clinton is there, a glass of a Romané Conti in his hand, smoking a cigar. Monica is there on her
knees doing what she knows best.
W looks at all this and said perhaps I would love to trade places here.
The Devil had a smile (rictus) and said ok, Monica, you may go now.
