Thursday, December 07, 2006

A non partisan political fable

I received this from a friend, not long after election day

>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,
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
>"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 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, a really 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, the senator 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, 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. 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, 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
>The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were

>Today you voted.


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