While walking down the street one day a senator is hit and killed by a truck .

St. Peter welcomes him at the entrance to heaven: “Before you settle in, there seem to be a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem; just let me in,” he replies.

“Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. You’ll have to 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,” says St. Peter, and escorts him to the elevator. He goes down, down, down to hell, where the doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a magnificent golf course. In the distance all his friends and fellow politicians are standing in front of the clubhouse.

Everyone runs up to greet him 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, a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having so much fun that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell at the elevator, which goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St Peter is waiting for him.

“Now it’s time to come inside.”

The senator joins a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing their harps and singing. They have a good time , but the 24 hours pass and St. Peter is back: “Well, now that you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven, what will it be?”

The politician answers: “Well, I would never have said it before – I mean heaven has been delightful – but I think I would enjoy hell more.”

So it’s back to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors 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 through the rubbish. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. “I don’t understand,” stammers the new arrival. “Yesterday when I was here there was a golf course and club, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and we had a great time. Now it’s just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody’s miserable. What happened?”

The devil says with a smile: “Yesterday we were campaigning……

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