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.