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When I get to Heaven…

… God will let me spend as much time in the bathroom as I want without asking me whether everything’s OK in there.

… I will finally have time to read War and Peace and (because this is Heaven) I will have perfect recall for all the Russian names and characters.

… God will say, “You want Russian literature, why not start with The Brothers Karamazov.  Just a thought.”  I will reply, thanks, but I need a really long book to read while I’m in the bathroom.  And God will just roll her eyes.

… I won’t need to learn how to use my wings because Heaven will have self-driving clouds.

… I will never have to go to a hospital emergency room for routine medical problems, because God established universal health care in Heaven several centuries ago.

… Plums will be available year-round and they will be the sweet, juicy Santa Rosa variety.  God will appoint me to throw all the hard and flavorless plums over the side of the cloud, so that supermarkets on Earth will have something to sell to the poor slobs down there.

… Fox News will be blacked out on Heaven TV, because you can’t spread lies in Heaven.

… I will never have to drink day-old coffee again.  Actually, I don’t drink day-old coffee right now, here on Earth.  So I guess that’s a tie.

… I wll be able to have sex with anyone I want, as long as it’s my wife.  (Another tie.)

… Christopher Hitchens will come up to me and ask, “What are you doing here?”

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Sen. Grassley: Judge Collins, welcome to this Committee hearing.  The Committee respects your experience and we wish to assure you that you will receive a fair hearing in this chamber — but we do have some concerns.

Me:  Of course you do, and thank you Senator Grassley.  But before we begin, I was just wondering… could we skip all this and go straight to Senator Franken’s questions?

Judge CollinsSen. Grassley:  That’s not the way it works here in the Senate Judiciary Committee, Judge Collins, but nice try.  Your statement suggests that you are an activist judge, wouldn’t you agree?  But hold on, before I give you a chance to answer my question, I need to recite a seven-minute speech to impress my constituents from Iowa and my contributors  from AARP.  My staff worked on it all night.

Me:  Of course, Senator.  I understand.  I will try to be respectable.

Sen. Grassley:  Thank you, Judge Collins.  Now…

[Sen. Grassley rambles for eleven minutes.  Eyelids flutter.  Sen. Franken taps his tablet to see if his Netflix subscription has expired.]

Sen. Grassley:  …and now that I have done my best to make Judge Collins feel small and unworthy and uncooperative, I yield to the Ranking Member.

Sen. Feinstein:  Thank you, Mr. Chairman.  Judge Collins, allow me to welcome you to this hearing and let me assure you that we will treat your nomination impartially.

Me:  Uh-oh.  I mean, thank you.

Sen. Feinstein: Judge Collins, are you now or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party of the United States?

Me:  No… um, well, I once went to a party at my brother-in-law’s place, and it was sort of like a commune, but, uh, that was almost forty —

Sen. Feinstein:  Judge Collins, thank you.  Let the record show that Judge Collins disavows Communism and I direct that the remaining twenty-three pages of my remarks be entered into the Committee record.

Sen. Grassley:  So ordered.  The Chair recognizes… oh, wait a minute, let me put on my bifocals… okay good.  The Chair now recognizes the Senator from Utah.

Sen. Hatch:  Say my name please, Mr. Chairman.

Sen. Grassley:  The Senator from Utah has five minutes.

Sen. Hatch:  My time doesn’t start until you say my name.  Say it.  Go on.

Sen. Grassley:  Oh, come on.  I know you’re the Senator from Utah.  We just had lunch together the other day, or last month maybe.  You made some sort of joke about Mormons.

Sen. Hatch:  Well, this is an outrage.  I ask the Parlementarian to rule the Chair’s remark about Mormons out of order, and I again ask that the Chair recognize me by my honorific and name, if he is in fact able to do so.

Hatch and Grassley (Getty)Sen. Grassley:  I will remind my Colleague and Friend, the Senator from Utah, that both of us are 83 years old.  Is there some kind of bee in the Senator’s bonnet today?

Sen. Hatch:  Say my name.  Look, I’ll even give you a clue.  It rhymes with Hatch.

Sen. Grassley:  Senator Match from Utah is recognized for five minutes.

Sen. Hatch:  Thank you, Chairman Assley.  Now, Judge Collins.  I have looked over your judicial record and I have found it to be quite sparse.  Quite sparse, in fact, if I may say so for dramatic effect.  So sparse that my staff could not discover one case you ever decided, let alone a case that you ever argued.  So, Judge Collins, please satisfy the jaded curiosity of this Committee — have you ever practiced in any jurisdiction in the United States?

Me:  Well… piano, but reluctantly.  I stopped practicing soon after I learned Für Elise.  That would have been in Pennsylvania.

Sen. Hatch:  So, that being the case, would you not admit that you would be the least qualified person to sit on the Supreme Court since, say, Mister Softee.  Isn’t that right?

Me:  I didn’t realize that Mister Softee — excuse me, I mean Justice Softee — had been a member of the Court until you mentioned it just now, Senator.  I will consult my notes after the hearing and I promise to give the Committee a definite answer.  Or, I will come back to the Committee and whistle the Mister Softee tune for you.

Sen. Grassley:  Your time is up, Senator from Utah.

Sen. Hatch:  Chairman Grassley, it hasn’t even been two minutes.

Sen. Grassley:  Seemed long enough to me, Senator.  Maybe my stopwatch would run a little more slowly if you had voted for my ethanol subsidy.  The Chairman recognizes Senator Franken from Minnesota for five minutes.

Me: Finally!

Sen. Grassley:  Excuse me, Judge Collins?

Me:  I said, fine with me, Chairman.

Sen. Grassley:  Good.  Senator Franken.  I caution you, this is a confirmation hearing for a Supreme Court Justice.  This is serious business, so no joking around.  Go ahead, Senator.

Sen. Franken:  Okay, Old Man.  [Franken pauses for effect, then nods toward Grassley.]  Heh heh, just kidding, Chuck.  I was going to say, “Thank you, Mr. Chairman.”  But then I thought, wouldn’t it be funnier to refer to the Chairman as “Old Man.”  Especially since “Old Man” would be the only true thing anyone has said in this room all day.  It was a joke, but it was still true.  Get it?  No?  OK, I’ll have to work on that one.  Anyway, Judge Collins, welcome to these proceedings.

Me:  Hello, Senator Franken.  Always enjoyed you.  Is it still the Al Franken Decade?

Sen. Franken:  Heh, heh.  Well, it’s more like the Donald Trump Debacle, but I’m the one who’s not supposed to make the jokes around here, Judge Collins.  Remember that.

Me:  Yes, Senator.

Sen. Franken:  So, my colleague Senator Match [Franken grins] from Utah has raised serious concerns about your background and your lack of experience.  I would like you to please tell the Committee, how did you become a judge?

Me:  Well, I have written a blog for six years now.  So I have made quite a few judgments — not only about politicians, but marketers, financial advisers, small-town newspapers, internet commenters, artists, the list goes on and on.  And I judge myself too.

Sen. Franken:  You mean you criticize yourself?  Is that possible?  No one here does that.  [Franken looks left and right with mock incredulity.]

Me:  I would say that I am faux-critical of myself when I am not faux-promoting myself.  There are times — just now in fact — that I seem to do both at the same time.

Sen. Franken:  Now, you said in your written testimony, you are a liberal and an atheist.  You do realize that no professed atheist has ever been appointed to the Supreme Court.  What makes you think an atheist, such as yourself, should have a seat on the Bench?  Wouldn’t you be afraid that your chair would catch fire, or that demons would fly out of your robe and up Justice Alito’s nose?

Me:  What I would worry about, if I had a seat on the Bench, would be Justice Ginsburg putting a whoopee cushion on it.

Sen. Franken:  Judge Collins, you are a remarkable man.  I almost said that you are as remarkable as I am, but that would not be true, because I had my own decade.  So, maybe you’re not all that remarkable.  Mr. Chairman, please strike my remarks on remarkable. Instead, I would like to use the balance of my time to share something that I just wrote as Judge Collins was talking.  It’s a little limerick.  Here goes:

There was a rich man from New York, who refused to eat any pork.  He wasn’t a Jew,  Muslim or Hindu, he just didn’t have the right fork.

Heh heh, how was that?

Me:  Was that a question for me?  Yes, that was very clever, Senator.  I assume that this limerick refers to President Trump?

Sen. Grassley:  The Chair thinks this so-called line of questioning has gone far enough.

Sen. Franken:  I have no further jokes, Mr. Chairman.  I mean, Old Man.  [Franken grins.]

Sen. Grassley [slams gavel]:  This committee is in recess until after lunch… how’s that? We already had lunch?  What was for lunch?  Hope it wasn’t corn.  I would hate to forget eating corn.

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