George W. Bush, Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso have all died. Due
to a
glitch in the mundane/celestial time-space continuum, all three arrive
at the Pearly Gates more or less simultaneously, even though their
deaths have taken place decades apart.
The first to present himself to Saint Peter is Einstein. Saint Peter
questions him. "You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the
lengths certain people will go to, to sneak into Heaven under false
pretenses. Can you prove who you really are?"
Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, "Could I have a blackboard
and some chalk?"
Saint Peter complies with a snap of his fingers. The blackboard and
chalk instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane
mathematics and symbols his special theory of relativity.
Saint Peter is suitably impressed. "You really *are* Einstein! Welcome
to heaven!"
The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again Saint Peter asks for his
credentials. Picasso doesn't hesitate. "Mind if I use that blackboard
and chalk?"
Saint Peter says, "Go ahead."
Picasso erases Einstein's scribbles and proceeds to sketch out a truly
stunning mural. Bulls, satyrs, nude women: he captures their essences
with but a few strokes of the chalk.
Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are the great artist you claim to be!
Come on in!"
The last to arrive is George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head.
"Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you
prove yours?"
George W. looks bewildered, "Who are Einstein and Picasso?"
Saint Peter sighs, "Come on in, George."
to a
glitch in the mundane/celestial time-space continuum, all three arrive
at the Pearly Gates more or less simultaneously, even though their
deaths have taken place decades apart.
The first to present himself to Saint Peter is Einstein. Saint Peter
questions him. "You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the
lengths certain people will go to, to sneak into Heaven under false
pretenses. Can you prove who you really are?"
Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, "Could I have a blackboard
and some chalk?"
Saint Peter complies with a snap of his fingers. The blackboard and
chalk instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane
mathematics and symbols his special theory of relativity.
Saint Peter is suitably impressed. "You really *are* Einstein! Welcome
to heaven!"
The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again Saint Peter asks for his
credentials. Picasso doesn't hesitate. "Mind if I use that blackboard
and chalk?"
Saint Peter says, "Go ahead."
Picasso erases Einstein's scribbles and proceeds to sketch out a truly
stunning mural. Bulls, satyrs, nude women: he captures their essences
with but a few strokes of the chalk.
Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are the great artist you claim to be!
Come on in!"
The last to arrive is George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head.
"Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you
prove yours?"
George W. looks bewildered, "Who are Einstein and Picasso?"
Saint Peter sighs, "Come on in, George."