…. He was shocked to find out that God looks like Tinky Winky of the Teletubbies. In its rage God hit him hard over the head with his pocketbook and sent him to the fiery pits of hell, which was a Democratic National Convention in Boston that he can’t leave from. He is to spend eternity listening to speeches from all the Kennedy’s (we all know Ted has been dead for some time) and the Clinton’s. Rest In Peace, Jerry… You’re going to need it.