The voice within George Bush's head took up his pen. The Chosen One was
feeling the heat from those who questioned his actions and the Chosen One had
asked his spiritual guide to put in writing a statement of praise and
support. It was a strange request for the spiritual guide does not, under
normal circumstances, do letters. These were not normal circumstances,
however. Much was on the line. Victory was near and the spiritual
guide had no intention of allowing victory to be snatched by the jaws of
defeat. "It's seldom that I come so close," thought the
spiritual guide. "If writing a letter will help, so be it!"
And thus he began the letter of support:
I have chosen you to do My bidding on
Earth. The voice you hear inside your head is, indeed, Mine. I
assure you that your devotion to my cause has won you a special place in my
heart. I am already preparing space for you here with me when your time
Your efforts to rid the world of the false
God "Allah" is most impressive. All of us here in the Great
Beyond are routing for you. The path you trod may be bloody, but it is,
in the end, all for the better.
Yes, my son, the End Times are near and it
has been your task to ensure that the end is ushered in exactly as I have
designed. Within your life time, I will send another and He will be the
Second Coming. All will be judged and the righteous, such as yourself,
will be brought to my side for an eternity. I will bring you and all who
follow you into My bosom and together we will enjoy the sweet smell of
Satan put down his pen. "What is that smell?" he asked.
"It's Hitler," said Satan's servant.
"Stick a fork in his ass, turn him over, he's done!", Satan
hissed. "While you're at it, send this letter off to George."