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
were 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 club 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 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 head of state 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 the senator 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. 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 club, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank
champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now all there is 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
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
were 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 club 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 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 head of state 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 the senator 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. 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 club, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank
champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now all there is 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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