Nonpartisan at its best

[fredjacksonsan]

> > 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 senator.

> "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 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?"

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> > The devil looks at him, smiles and says.......

> > "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted."




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