THE STORY
While walking down the street one day, a Member of Parliament is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives at heaven and is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see an M.P. 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 M.P .
"I'm sorry, but we do 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 play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviare and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy, has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a great time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises... 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 M.P. 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 M.P 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.
The doors of the elevator open ... and he is 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, gives him a squeeze, whilst smiling his Machiavellian smile.... "I don't understand," stammers the M.P. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviare, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. Wha- whaa- whaaa- what happened?"
The devil looks at him, with a malignant gleam in his eye and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning.. .
...Today you voted."
hope it ok for here. bikerlen.
While walking down the street one day, a Member of Parliament is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives at heaven and is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see an M.P. 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 M.P .
"I'm sorry, but we do 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 play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviare and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy, has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a great time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises... 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 M.P. 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 M.P 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.
The doors of the elevator open ... and he is 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, gives him a squeeze, whilst smiling his Machiavellian smile.... "I don't understand," stammers the M.P. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviare, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. Wha- whaa- whaaa- what happened?"
The devil looks at him, with a malignant gleam in his eye and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning.. .
...Today you voted."
hope it ok for here. bikerlen.
