George Bush and the Pope

The Pope and George Bush are on the same stage in front of a huge crowd.
'The President' and His Holiness, however, have seen it all before, so to make it a little more interesting, the President says to the Pope,
'Did you know that with just one little wave of my hand I can make every Republican in the crowd go wild?'
Pope doubts it, so he shows him. Sure enough, the wave elicits rapture and cheering from every Republican in the crowd.
Gradually, the cheering subsides.
The Pope, not wanting to be outdone by such a level of arrogance, considers what he could do.
'That was impressive. But did you know that with just one little wave of MY hand I can make EVERY person in the crowd go crazy with joy? This joy will not be a momentary display like that of your subjects, but will go deep into their hearts, and they will forever speak of this day and rejoice.'
The President seriously doubts this, and says so.
'One little wave of your hand and all people will rejoice forever?
Show me.'

So the Pope slapped him.

Merci Alec

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