This morning this scenario kept playing out in my head - probably due to some awfulness relating to DDIC (Draft-dodger-in-Chief) and immigration on NPR.
Scene: Many years after leaving the earthly bounds.
DDIC, lugging his baggage filled with gold, is ringing the doorbell at the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter is on the other side.
St.Peter:"Passport, visa and birth certificate please."
DDIC: Tweets "Just let me enter!"
St.Peter: "Oops, your mother was born in Scotland, sorry you will have to take the down elevator."
DDIC: Tweets "WHAT?, That's sad, so sad! Let me in!"
St.Peter: "Nope! On your way."
St Peter closes the Pearly Gates.
THE END
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