Tuesday, October 19, 2010

political joke

A Politician's Take On Heaven And Hell

While walking down the street one day an American senator
was hit by a car and died. 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 senator.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups.
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."

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. 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 played a friendly game of golf and then dine on
lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is
the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a
good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having
such a good time that before the senator 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 in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for

St. Peter says, "Now it's time to visit heaven." So, 24
hours passed 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. 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 shoulders. "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 smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning, today, you voted."

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