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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from way out
west, sent this one about miracles...

Three guys walk into a restaurant ....

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 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!"

Then he too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Isn't that God's boy
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 began to
praise the Lord.

Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him and said, "For your kindness,
you are healed."

The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, he raised his hands and he, too,
began to praise the Lord.

Then, Jesus walked, with a huge smile on his face, towards the Democrat.

The Democrat jumped up and yelled, "Don't touch me... I'm on disability."

For those who understand, no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.
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