A Politician dies!

While walking down the street one day a  senior politician 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 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 politician.

"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 evening dress.

They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while
getting rich at 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 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 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 your eternity."

The politician reflects for a minute, then the politician 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. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.

"I don't understand," stammers the politician. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf
course and club, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great
time. Now all there is 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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