Something To Think About

While walking down the street, a Politician is hit by a
truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven, and he 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 such a high
official around these parts, you see, and so we're not sure
what to do with you."

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

" Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from 'on high.' What
we do is have you spend a day in hell, and a day in heaven.
Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

" Okay, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says
the Politician.

" I'm sorry but we have our rules."

And, with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and
he goes 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'd worked with him.

Everyone is happy and in evening dress.

They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about
the good times they'd had, while getting rich at expense of
the people. They play a great game of golf and then dine on
lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil,
who's really a very friendly guy, who has a good time
dancing and telling jokes. They're all having such a good
time that, before he realizes, it is time for him to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the
elevator closes. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door
reopens on heaven, where St. Peter is waiting for him.

" Now it's time for you 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, before he
realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by, and St. Peter
returns.

" Well, you've spent a day in hell and a day in heaven. Now
choose for eternity."

The Politician reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well,
I never would have said it before, I mean heaven has been
delightful, but I think I'd 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 finds he's in the middle of a barren land covered with
waste and debris. He sees all of his friends, dressed in
rags, picking up the trash, and putting it in bags. The
Devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his
shoulder.

" I don't understand," stammers the Politician . "Yesterday
there was a golf course and a club, we ate lobster and
caviar, drank champagne, danced, and had a great time. Now
there's nothing but 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....