A dictator lying on his death bed was asked by the priest whether he forgives his enemies, because, if he does, then he will be forgiven too and he'll go to heaven.
The dictator was silent for a moment, carefully considering this question. Then finally he took a deep rasping breath and, gathering the last of his strength, he answered with this one last sentence.
"I have no enemies. I've had them all shot."
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