The old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years,
he had faithfully served the people of the nation's capital
in Washington D.C. He motioned for his nurse to come
near.
    "Yes, Father?" said the nurse
    "I would really like to see President Bill and Senator
Hillary Clinton before I die," whispered the priest.
    "I'll see what I can do, Father" replied the nurse.
    The nurse sent the request to the Senate and
waited for a response. Soon the word arrived; the
Clintons would be delighted to visit the priest.
    As they went to the hospital, Hillary commented
to Bill, "I don't know why the old priest wants to see
us, but it certainly will help our images and might even
get me elected President. After all, I'm IN IT TO WIN IT."
    Bill agreed--it was a very good thing for her
campaign once they put out a press release about it.

When they arrived at the priest's room, the old
priest took Bill's hand in his right hand and Hitlery's
hand in his left. There was silence and a look of
serenity on the old priest's face.
    Finally Bill Clinton 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 Bill.
    "Amen," said Hitlery.
    The old priest continued..."He died between
two lying thieves. I would like to do the same."