Posted on 10/14/2021 7:40:20 PM PDT by PghBaldy
A UTI does.
Sepsis is another matter.
We can hope...
R.I.H. William Jefferson Criminal.
My wife of 46 years contracted sepsis.
One does not need to be promiscuous to
suffer the horrors of sepsis. It’s a
potentially deadly infection that kills
an average of 250,000 per year in the
US. Not all of those had the mindset
of a pervert.
Venereal disease. The commie rapist must be riddled with STDs.
There’s a reason our culture celebrates “deathbed conversions.”
THE RULE is simple. “Whosoever believeth in me shall have eternal life.”
Not 100% certain that WILL be at our heavenly Father’s table vs. Hell, but that’s not for me to decide.
A man dies and finds himself being welcomed to hell by an indescribable (in human terms) demon.
The demon tells him he has a choice in how he wants to spend eternity there.
He’s shown a room where people are being flayed alive, roasted over a lake of burning sulfur, and other indignities heaped upon them (endless reruns of The View play on an infinite high-definition screen where cracks in the pancake on Joyless Bewhore’s face are visible).
He asks the demon if there’s another choice.
He’s shown another room where people are stood on their heads in filth of the kind from a Southeast asian or mexican city’s sewer being poked in the feet and buttocks with pitchforks, burned, etc.
That all you got, he asks?
The demon shows him what he says will be his last choice.
An endless room of people sitting around a smoldering lake of fire and sewage sipping coffee, conversing casually, smoking cigarettes, laughing, relaxing, as pleasant an environment as one could expect relative to the other two rooms.
After a moment’s thought he says fine, I’ll take this and poof, the demon is gone.
He goes to a side table to pour a cup of coffee and begins to gain his bearings, recognizing news, sports, political and media stars of his years on earth and takes a seat near a group of people he once knew in real life.
Only moments later a small army of demons storm through side doors shouting “okay everybody, coffee break’s over. Everyone on their heads!”
When has slick ever followed the guy rules?
Shillary has known what he is since the very early days of their partnership.
Sounds like Bill’s got the clap. No surprise there. He’d screw a gator if someone duct taped its mouth shut.
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