Frank and Ernest by Thaves for May 29, 2016

No politicians ever make it there.

I’ll be a party-pooper and say, otherwise he’s made it sound pretty dull up there. Without any challenges, it could become pretty stagnant.

No need for vital statistics either………….

No travel section either, once you arrive you never leave…….

No comic pages either, not necessary, it’s always a laugh a minute……………….

@MaxStarmanJones: Good one! makes heaven almost worth working toward. . .

Not ready yet but in this election year, no political reports sound inviting.

Heaven is a theocracy – no need for politics. There is only one leader and He’s not stepping down anytime soon.

No politics ? It does sound Heavenly

Which is why I’d prefer to go there rather than the other place.

Or even need politics.

There was a Twilight Zone episode where a common hoodlum died, and he wakes up in a wonderful place where everything works exactly right. He goes to the Craps table, and rolls nothing but Sevens. He tries Billiards, and every Opening Shot sinks every ball. All the ladies are constantly fawning over him.Heaven!After a while, he gets bored, horribly, terribly bored, and asks if he can go to the Other Place. The Boss starts laughing and tells him, “This IS the Other Place!”

Two comics in a row (see Foxtrot) about fantasyland.And, of course, the obligatory religious prattling by someone pretending that ancient myths are cold sober fact, this time courtesy of Nab. I’m presuming that Matthew 25.31-46 is not in his big book of magic myths.

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.

At the pearly gates, St. Peter told Arthur, “Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, Your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven.”

Arthur thought about this for a minute and then said, “I want tohang out with God.”

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God. God recognized Arthur and commented, “Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?”

Arthur said, “Yep, that’s me.”

God said, “Well, what’s the big deal in inventing something that’s pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can’t run without a road?”

Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, “Excuse me, but aren’t you the inventor of woman?”

God said, “Yes.”

“Well,” said Arthur, “professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:

1. There’s too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions;2. It chatters constantly at high speeds;3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;5. And the maintenance costs are enormous!”

“Hmmmmm, you have some good points there,” replied God, “hold on.”

God went to His Celestial super computer, typed in some key words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

“Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,” God said toArthur, “but according to these statistics, more men are ridingmy invention than yours.”