While walking down the street one day a Member of Parliament is hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives at the Gates of Heaven and is met by St. Peter.
'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter.
'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. Things being the way they are on earth,
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 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 where to spend eternity’.
'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.
'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 are
all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy, and they walk across to greet him, shake his hand, and
reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the voters.
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 & nice 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 MP 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 MP 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.
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 MP. '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 looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning.....today you voted’.
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