A ‘Conservative’, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The ‘Conservative’ looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over there?”
The waitress nodded “yes,” so the ‘Conservative’ requested that she give Jesus a cup of hot chocolate, on him.
The next patron to come in was a ‘biden’ supporter, with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus, over there?”
The waitress nodded, so the ‘biden’ supporter asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “my treat.”
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a ‘Labor’ supporter on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, “Hey there honey! How’s about getting me a cold XXXX beer?” He too looked across the restaurant and asked, “Isn’t that God’s boy over there?”
The waitress nodded, so the ‘Labor’ supporter directed her to give Jesus a cold beer. “On my bill,” he said loudly.
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the ‘Conservative’, touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The ‘Conservative’ felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.
Jesus passed by the ‘Bob Katter’ supporter, touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The ‘Katter’ supporter felt his back straightening up and he raised his hands, praised the Lord, and did a series of back flips out the door.
Then, Jesus walked towards the ‘Labor’ supporter, just smiling. The ‘Labor’ supporter jumped up and yelled, “Don’t touch me …. I’m on a disability pension.”