While
walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a
truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met
by St. Peter at the entrance.
'Welcome to heaven,' says
St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem.
We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so
we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just
let me in,' says the man.
'Well, I'd like to, but I
have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have
you spend one
day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose
where to
spend eternity.'
'Really, I've made up my mind. I want
to be in heaven,' says the senator.
'I'm sorry, but we
have our rules.'
And with that, St. Peter escorts him
to the
elevator and he goes down, down,
down to hell. The doors open
and he finds himself in the middle of a green
golf course. In
the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are
all
his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him,
Shake
his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had
while getting Rich at
the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and
champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a
very friendly guy who has a good
time dancing and telling
jokes. They are having such a good time that before
he realizes
it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty
farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The
elevator goes up, up, up and the door
reopens on heaven where St. Peter
is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit heaven.'
So, 24 hours pass
with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving
from
cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a
good
time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St.
Peter returns.
'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell
and another in heaven. Now choose
your eternity.'
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would
Never
have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful,
but I think I would
be better off in hell.'
So
St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to
hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in
the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.
He
sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting
it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I
don't
understand,' stammers the senator. 'Yesterday I was here
and there was a
golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster
and caviar, drank champagne,
and danced and had a great time.
Now there's just a
wasteland full of garbage and my friends look
miserable. What happened?'
The devil looks at him,
smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning.
Today you
voted.'
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