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D GabbardPauline Hanson at the Pearly Gates
September 7th 2007 15:13
St. Peter's standing at the Pearly Gates, screening admissions, and someone comes up to him.
"Excuse me, can I come in ? I'm Ludwig van Beethoven."
"I'm going to have to ask you for proof of that. We get all sorts of people pretending to be someone else just so they can get in. Why, just last week we had three people pretending to be Mother Teresa."
"Very well." And Beethoven sits down and writes a new symphony on the spot, inspired by the vision of Heaven just beyond the gate. Then he conducts some of the other souls waiting around. St. Peter is convinced; the gates swing open, the angelic choir
sings, and in he goes.
A while later, St. Peter's standing at the gates, and another guy comes up. "I'm William Shakespeare. May I come in ?"
And again, St. Peter has to ask for proof. So Shakespeare sits down and writes a dozen sonnets about the glories of Heaven, and one or two flattering St. Peter. The gates swing open, the angelic choir sings, and in he goes.
A bit later during the day, someone else shows up. "Let me in. I'm Pauline Hanson."
"Do you have any ID ?"
"I don't need ID. I'm Pauline Hanson, and I'm allowed in."
"Look, Shakespeare and Beethoven had to prove who they were, so do you."
"Who ?"
The gates swing open, the angelic choir sings, and in she goes.
"Excuse me, can I come in ? I'm Ludwig van Beethoven."
"I'm going to have to ask you for proof of that. We get all sorts of people pretending to be someone else just so they can get in. Why, just last week we had three people pretending to be Mother Teresa."
"Very well." And Beethoven sits down and writes a new symphony on the spot, inspired by the vision of Heaven just beyond the gate. Then he conducts some of the other souls waiting around. St. Peter is convinced; the gates swing open, the angelic choir
A while later, St. Peter's standing at the gates, and another guy comes up. "I'm William Shakespeare. May I come in ?"
And again, St. Peter has to ask for proof. So Shakespeare sits down and writes a dozen sonnets about the glories of Heaven, and one or two flattering St. Peter. The gates swing open, the angelic choir sings, and in he goes.
"Do you have any ID ?"
"I don't need ID. I'm Pauline Hanson, and I'm allowed in."
"Look, Shakespeare and Beethoven had to prove who they were, so do you."
The gates swing open, the angelic choir sings, and in she goes.
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