Choose Wisely

While walking down the street one day, a presidential 

candidate was struck by a car and killed. His soul arrives
in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “It seems there is a 

problem. We seldom see a high officials around these
parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the politician.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. 

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 politician.
“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 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 

politician 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 in 

heaven where St. Peter is waiting , “Now it’s time to visit
heaven…”
The politician 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, the 24 hours 

have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. 

Now choose your eternity.”
The politician reflects for a minute, then answers: 

“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 to the
ground.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm 

around the politician’s shoulders.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the politician. 

“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 smiles at him and says, 

“Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted.”
 

The moral of this story is: Vote wisely on Election Day!

Thanks Hal