Obama, not feeling well and concerned about his mortality, goes to consult a well-known psychic about the date of his death.
Closing her eyes and silently reaching into the realm of the future she finds the answer: “You will die on a Jewish holiday.”
“Which one?'” Obama asks nervously.
“It doesn’t matter.” replied the psychic.
“Whenever you die, it’ll become a Jewish holiday.”
“Which one?'” Obama asks nervously.
“It doesn’t matter.” replied the psychic.
“Whenever you die, it’ll become a Jewish holiday.”
