| me (Mark D. change) | 
11/26/16
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While
walking down the street one day a corrupt Senator was tragically hit by
a car and died. 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 the higher ups, so 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 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 are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him, in evening dress. And, smiling broadly. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of others. They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before the Senator 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 when the door reopens St. Peter says, “Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So the Senator joins 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, St. Peter returns. “Well, then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now it’s time to choose your eternity.” The Senator reflects for a minute and 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. And when the doors of the elevator open he finds himself in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage, and all his friends are dressed in rags, putting the trash in black bags as more falls from above. “I don’t understand,” stammers the Senator to the Devil. “Yesterday there was a golf course and a clubhouse, we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time; and now it’s just this stinking wasteland and all my colleagues are miserable. What happened?”
The Devil smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning – today, you voted.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the Senator. “Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups, so 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 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 are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him, in evening dress. And, smiling broadly. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of others. They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before the Senator 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 when the door reopens St. Peter says, “Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So the Senator joins 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, St. Peter returns. “Well, then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now it’s time to choose your eternity.” The Senator reflects for a minute and 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. And when the doors of the elevator open he finds himself in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage, and all his friends are dressed in rags, putting the trash in black bags as more falls from above. “I don’t understand,” stammers the Senator to the Devil. “Yesterday there was a golf course and a clubhouse, we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time; and now it’s just this stinking wasteland and all my colleagues are miserable. What happened?”
The Devil smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning – today, you voted.”
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