Jotd

[desertss]

While walking down the street one day a US 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

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

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 senator 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 senator reflects for a minute, then 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 senator. '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."*

[WODY'S GIRL]

Hahaha...so true