From Ask Yahoo!
Unless you (miserably) flunked Civics 101, you know the vice president takes over in the event the president dies. But what happens if the veep isn’t around? Don’t worry — the U.S. government is well prepared.
Rather than simply recite the list of succession, let’s imagine a highly unlikely, though technically possible, scenario. Say the V.P. (1) is abducted by aliens. Hey, no problem, because the Speaker of the House (2) can run the country. Too bad he spontaneously combusts when he hears the news. That means the President Pro Tempore of the Senate (3) will do the job.
Sadly, this guy is mauled by an escaped bobcat. Enter the Secretary of State (4). Uh oh, explosion at the fireworks factory! Here comes the Secretary of the Treasury (5). He’s crushed by a pile of money. The Secretary of Defense (6) takes over. He chokes on a celebratory Milky Way bar. Bouncing back won’t be easy, but we think the Attorney General (7) can unite the nation.
But then, on a field trip to the local amusement park, there’s a merry-go-round accident. The attorney general and the secretaries of Interior (8), Agriculture (9), Commerce (10), Labor (11), Health and Human Services (12), Housing and Urban Development (13), Transportation (14), Energy (15), Education (16), Veteran Affairs (17), and Homeland Security (18), are all wiped out. The nation plunges into chaos until Ryan Seacrest declares himself dictator for life, at which point everything quickly returns to normal. The end.
Okay enought of that. It made me laugh early this morning, ranking even an audibale “ha” at 4:15 in the morning. Yeah, I woke up at like 3:55 this morning. Just randomly. I think I was thirsty. I drank water in two seperate dreams, no wait, three times. Now I am up looking forward to going to mexico.
The seventh and eighth are the event for work, so pray that things go smoothly and God moves.
The seventh through the 15th is mexico. Pray that things gor smoothly and God moves. As Andrew said, we WILL flunk with out Jesus. So pray, spend time weeping and crying in the quiet of the night for Him to move.
So ends my ‘early-even-for-my-east-coast-friends’ post. And my last one till I come home victorious.