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While crossing the street one day a US President is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met at the entrance by St. Peter.
'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We have never had an American 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 President
'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 shaking his hand, and reminiscing 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 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 to
heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit heaven.'
24 hours pass with the president 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 president 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.
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 president. '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'.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met at the entrance by St. Peter.
'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We have never had an American 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 President
'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 shaking his hand, and reminiscing 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 guywho 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 to
heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit heaven.'
24 hours pass with the president 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 president 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.
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 president. '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'.
