TODAY IS
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 06, 2019
Trump’s 989th Day In Office

This Sunday in America…

… at the Church of The Compassionate Conservative, Beloved Whistleblower Publisher, the Right-Wing Reverend Charles Foster Kane was asking his Political Parishioners to ask for God’s help to find Courage for all those FREE-Loaders who can’t help themselves for continuing to vote  for any of those remaining  Deceitful and Deceptive 2020 D-RATS still trying to out-pander each other.

But first Kane told this little story about “Jesus and the D-RAT”:

            A Republican in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over there?” The waitress nodded “yes,” so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee, on him.

The next patron to come in was a Libertarian with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus over there?” The waitress nodded, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “My treat.”

The third patron to come into the restaurant was a D-RAT on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, “Hey there, honey! How’s about gettin’ me a cold glass of Miller Light?” He, too, looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that God’s boy over there?” The waitress once more nodded, so the D-RAT directed her to give Jesus a cold glass of beer. “On my bill,” he said.

As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican, touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.

Jesus also passed by the Libertarian, touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, praised the Lord and did a series of back flips out the door.

Then Jesus walked towards the D-RAT. The D-RAT jumped up and yelled, “Don’t touch me… I’m collecting disability.”