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| August 16th, 2004 | |||
Just Politics
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 were
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 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 senator reflects for a minute, then the senator
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 senator. "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 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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