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.
Th e 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.'
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.
Th e 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.'
