Voter beware!
While walking down the street
one day a "Member of Parliament" 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 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 detachable cap sleeves for wedding dress
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 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 & 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.