The old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation’s capital. He motioned for one of his aides.
“Yes father” said the aide.
“I would really like to see Ted Kennedy and Charles Schumer before I die”, whispered the priest.
“I’ll see what I can do, father” replied the aide.
The aide sent the request to the Senate and waited for a response. Soon the word arrived. Kennedy and Schumer would be delighted to visit the priest. As they went to the hospital, Schumer commented to Kennedy “I don’t know why the old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly help our images.” Kennedy couldn’t help but agree.
When they arrived at the priest’s room, the priest took Kennedy’s hand in his right hand and Schumer’s hand in his left. There was silence and a look of serenity on the old priest’s face.
Finally Senator Kennedy spoke “Father, of all the people you could have chosen, why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end?”
The old priest slowly replied “I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.”
“Amen” said Kennedy. “Amen” said Schumer.
The old priest continued…”He died between two thieves. I would like to do the same.”
(From an email from my much older sister)
It made me laugh. I posted it on my site and gave you credit. Thanks. Keeps me from having to think of something to write tonight.
:)
I’m sure you know the true etymology of the “politic” in politician….but I generally define it as:
poli—-many
tic—useless bloodsucker that spreads disease
Good One!
Thanks for the b’day wishes.
LMAO—you got dat one right!!
Thanx
Now for the rest of the story:
Dying Priest: Any last wishes when I get to Paradise?
Shumer: Save me from Bush and Alito, insure my re-election.
Kennedy: You bum, you guys crucified him! The priest will save me.
Shumer: You schmuck, we just removed all your stuff from public places? Retire to Chappaquiddick to your wine and crackers.
Kennedy: Why you thankless @%$#^&* K—! Go back to fixing tickets and selling insurance to lower east side bookies where you belong.
Nurse Feinstein: You tell him, Ted, hee-hee-hee, go ahead, read the last paragraph.
Led by the nurse, all three exit into Hell.
Cajun Orderly (taking the priests hand): You guys Cath’lic or sumtin’?
Priest: Son, I’m a dying priest, any last wishes when I get to Paradise
Cajun: Naw, Jimmie Beaudreau tole’ me the gumbo was a ripoff over there, I been eatin’ mostly at the Pearly Gates Kitchen, they got oysters $2.50 a dozen plus a free boudin ball with every three dozen.
PH