While walking down the street one day, a senator 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 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," says the senator.

   "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 club and standing in front of it are all
his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
   Everyone is very happy and in formal dress. They run to greet him, 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 and caviar.
   Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly 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 big hug 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 head of state 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 the place where you want to spend eternity."

    He reflects for a minute and then answers: "Well, I would never have
    said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
    better off in Hell."

   So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator, and he goes down, down,
   down to Hell.

Now, the doors of the elevator open, and he is 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. And
   it's hot, hot, hot. Sweltering hot. Hot and miserable.

   The Devil comes over to him and lays his arm around his shoulder.

   "I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here, and
   there was a golf course and club, and we ate lobster and caviar and
danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of
   garbage, and my friends look miserable."

   The Devil looks at the senator, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were
    campaigning . . . . . today you voted for us."

Submitted by Mike Walsh

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