Tuesday, August 08, 2006
While walking down the street one day, a US Senator was hit by a truck and, tragically, died.
He arrived at the Pearly Gates and was met theree by St. Peter.
"Welcome to heaven," said 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," said the one-time 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," said the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and he went down, down, down to Hell. The doors opened and he found himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance was a clubhouse and standing in front of it were all his friends and colleagues.
Everyone was very happy and in evening dress. They ran to greet him, shook his hand, and reminisced about the good times they'd had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present was the devil, who really seemed to be a very friendly sort and who had a good time dancing and telling jokes. They were having such great fun that before the Senator realized it, it was time to go.
Everyone gave him a hearty farewell and waved while the elevator rose.
Up, up, up went the elevator until it stopped and the door reopened on Heaven, where St. Peter was again waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit Heaven," said St. Peter.
So, 24 hours passed with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They had a good time and, before he realized it, the 24 hours had gone by and St. Peter returned.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Senator reflected for a minute, then he answered: "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 escorted him to the elevator and he went down, down, down to Hell.
Now the doors of the elevator opened and he found himself 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 came over to him and put his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammered 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?"
The devil looked at him, smiled and said, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."
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