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Someday, a long time from now, President Clinton finishes his time on earth and approaches the Pearly Gates of Heaven. "And whe might you be?" inquires St. Peter.
"It's me, Bill Clinton, formerly the President of the United States and Leader of the Free World."
"Oh.... Mr President! What may I do for you?"
ask St Peter.
"I'd like to come in," replies Clinton.
"Sure," says the Saint. "But first you have to confess your sins. What bad things have you done in your life?"
Clinton bites his lip and answeres, "Well, I tried marijuana, but you can't call it dope-smoking because I didn't inhale. There were
extramarital relationships, but you can't call it adultery because I didn't have full sexual relations. And I made some statements that were misleading (though legally accurate), but you can't call it bearing false witness because, as far as I know, it didn't meet the legal standard of perjury."
With that, St. Peter consults the Book of Life briefly, and declares, "OK, here's the deal. We'll send you somewhere hot, but we won't call it 'HELL'. You'll be there indefinitely, but we won't call it 'eternity'. And when you enter, you don't have to abandon all hope, just don't hold your breath waiting for it to freeze over."
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