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A Political Joke
11/7/2004

A powerful senator dies after a prolonged illness.
His soul arrives in
Heaven where he is met by St. Peter. "Welcome to
Heaven," says St. Peter."
We seldom see a high official around these parts, so
we're not sure what to
do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the guy.

"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
ternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in
Heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry but rules are 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 attire. They run to greet him,
hug him 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 and
caviar.

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, is time to go. Everyone gives him a
big hug and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up,, up and the door reopens in
Heaven where St.
Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit
Heaven.", he says.

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."

He reflects for a minute, then the senator answers,
"Well, I would never
have said it, 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 is 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 lays his arm on his
neck.

"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 and danced and had
a great time. Now all there is, is a wasteland full
of garbage and my
friends look miserable."

The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday
we were campaigning.
Today you voted for us!"

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