>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 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 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. 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.
>
>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 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.
>
>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. We ate lobster and caviar, drank
>champagne, 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 ...
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>"Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."
