“Eternity is a very long time, especially towards the end.”
Woody Allen
When George, the powerful propagandist of “Western liberalism,” lay on his deathbed, his entire family had gathered around him. Now, as the end drew near, he looked around with his last bit of strength and asked: “Tamiko, my beloved wife, are you here?” “Yes, my dear, I am here.” “Alexander, my beloved son, are you here?” “Yes, my beloved father, I am here.” “Gregory, my son, are you here?” “Yes, my father, I am here.” “Andrea, my daughter, are you here?” “Yes, Father, I am here.” “Robert and Jonathan, my sons, are you here?” “Yes, Father, we are here.” Then George sat up one last time and asked in a weak voice: “And who is in the office taking care of the business?”
Alexander bent down to his father and asked, “Father, now, at the end of your life, tell us in your great wisdom: What is the answer?” George then gathered all his strength one last time and whispered breathlessly, “What is the question?”
Having thus breathed his last, George arrived in Hell. The Devil himself greeted his distinguished visitor in a charmingly friendly manner: “Welcome, Mr. Soros! Welcome to Hell! You may wish for anything you like here.” George couldn’t believe his ears. This was supposed to be Hell? So he asked the Devil incredulously, “Is this really Hell? I can wish for whatever I want?” “Yes, Mr. Soros,” replied the Devil, “we’re not as bad as our reputation suggests. You may wish for anything you like here.”
George thought for a moment. “I wish for a credit card with no spending limit.” “With pleasure, Mr. Soros,” said the Devil, and pressed a credit card into George’s hand. “I’d also like a two-story villa,” George said. “Upstairs, I’d like four bedrooms with balconies and four bathrooms. Downstairs, I’d like a large living room, a spacious kitchen, a terrace, and a large garage for several cars.” “Whatever you wish,” said the Devil, and suddenly, a magnificent villa stood before them.
From then on, George enjoyed his life in Hell to the fullest. But at some point, he realized he was getting bored. He considered what he was missing: a large swimming pool. He went to the Devil and said, “I’d like to make another wish.” “Yes, of course, Mr. Soros,” replied the Devil, “wish for whatever you like.” “I’d like a pool,” said George. The Devil snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a large swimming pool appeared next to the terrace.
From then on, George made it a habit to swim for an hour each morning and evening. He enjoyed his life until one day, once again, he became dissatisfied. He went back to the Devil. “Devil,” he said, “I’d like a few vehicles so I can get around and not have to stay here all the time.” The next moment, there were five brand-new cars in the garage.
From then on, George drove one of his cars through the countryside every day. When this wasn’t enough for him after a while, he went back to the Devil and wished for an airplane. He received that as well immediately and flew wherever he wanted.
After a few more years had passed, George got bored again. He went back to the Devil to complain: “It’s maddening,” he said, “you grant me every wish, but after a few years at the latest, I get bored.” “Well, that’s how it is here,” smiled the Devil, “it’s hell after all.” “I’m fed up with this hell,” George confessed, “I don’t want to live here anymore.” “You could kill yourself, Mr. Soros,” suggested the Devil, “but you’ll just end up back here. So there’s no point.” “What can I do?” George asked desperately. “There’s nothing you can do, Mr. Soros,” said the Devil triumphantly, “there’s no going back from here.”
George began to cry, for the first time in his life. “Please, dear Devil, help me get away from here!” “I’m not dear,” laughed the Devil maliciously, “and even asking won’t do any good here. There’s no asking or gratitude here. That only exists in Heaven.” “Please, may I go to Heaven for a moment?” sobbed George, “Please, just for a moment. Please!”
At that same instant, the Devil vanished, the Heavens opened, George left everything behind—all his money and possessions—and was taken up to Paradise. There he forgot all earthly things, cared neither for much money nor great possessions, and finally beheld God. And so he lives there and beholds Him to this day.
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“No one can serve two masters…”
(Matthew 6:24-34)
Interest-based debt money is a derivative of the Jewish concept of God.
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Dedicated to my Father in Heaven
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