by “Democrat”
While walking down the street one day, a Member of Parliament is run over 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. “But we have a problem. We seldom see a high official around here so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem,” says the MP. “Just let me in.”
St Peter replies, “Well I’d like to but I have orders. What we have to do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend your eternity.”
“Really, I’ve made up my mind,” replies the MP. “I want to be in heaven.”
St Peter:- “I’m sorry Sir but we do have our rules.”
Down to Hell
And with that, St Peter escorts him to the elevator, pushes a button and the MP goes down to Hell. The doors open and the MP finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. Nearby is a trout stream with trout dimpling the surface as they feed. In the distance is the golf course clubhouse and his long-departed friends and other politicians who he worked with. Everyone is so happy. They run to greet him and chat over the good times on Earth when they got rich at the expense of the people.
They play golf and then dine on crayfish, caviar, and champagne, intermingled with dancing and laughter. Also present is the Devil who seems very friendly and a really nice chap.
The MP is having such a good time when he suddenly realises it’s time to go to visit Heaven as St Peter told him.
So 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and then St Peter returns.
Time to Vote
St Peter says, “Well you’ve spent your time in Hell and another in Heaven. Now make your choice – your vote your eternity.”
The MP reflects briefly then replies.
“Well I would never have said it before, I mean Heaven has been delightful but I think I’d be better off in Hell, playing golf, fishing for those rising trout and having champagne and cavair.”
So St Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down and down, down to Hell.
The doors of the elevator open and he steps out into barren land covered with waste and garbage and pollution.
What Happened?
There’s a stream but it’s running dirty brown with fumes rising from it. He sees all his old MP friends, dressed in rags, picking up trash, waste, and garbage, putting it in black bags as more trash appears from above.
The Devil walks in smirking and puts his arm around the MP’s shoulder.
“I don’t understand.” stammers the MP. “Yesterday I was here and there was a beautiful verdant green golf course, a crystal clear trout stream full of fish and a golf clubhouse and we dined on crayfish and caviar while enjoying champagne. We danced and had a great time. Now it’s a wasteland full of garbage, a polluted stream and my friends look miserable.”
The MP paused, confused and stammering asked the Devil “What happened?”
The Devil looks at him and sneers, “Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted!”
