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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman who lives out
west, sent this one about Jesus and the Democrat...

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 himself 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, sitting
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 Democrat on crutches.

He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, "Hey there, honey!
How's about getting me a cold mug of Miller Light?"

He too looked across the restaurant and asked, "Isn't that God's boy, Jesus,
over there?”

The waitress nodded, so the Democrat directed her to give Jesus a cold beer.
"On my bill,” he said loudly.

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 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 Democrat, just smiling.

The Democrat jumped up and yelled, "Don't be touching me! I'm collecting disability!"
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