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. Pet er 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 whi le 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 tel ling 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 reo pens 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 .¢
