THIS IS A NONPARTISAN JOKE THAT CAN BE ENJOYED BY All PARTIES!
NOT ONLY THAT-- IT IS POLITICALLY CORRECT!!
While walking down the street one day a "Member of Parliament" was
tragically hit by a truck and died.
His soul arrived in heaven and was met by St. Peter at the entrance.
'Welcome to heaven,' said 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,' said 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,' said the MP.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'
And with that, St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and he was sent down,
down, down to hell. The doors opened and he found himself in the middle of a
green golf course. In the distance was a clubhouse, standing in front of
it were all his deceased friends, many of whom were politicians who had
worked with him.
Everyone was very happy and in evening dress. They ran to greet him, shaking
his hand, and reminiscing 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 & nice guy
who enjoyed dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that
before he realized it, it was time to go.
The M.P. received a hearty farewell and waved while the elevator began to
move upwards...
The elevator went up, up, up and the door reopened in heaven where St. Peter
was 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 their harps and singing. They had a good time
and, before he realized it, the 24 hours had gone by and St. Peter returned.
'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose
your eternity.'
The MP 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 went down, down, down to
hell.
The doors of the elevator opened and he's in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.
He saw all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it
in black bags as more trash fell from above.
The devil came over to him and put an arm around his shoulders. 'I don't
understand,' stammered the M.P. '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 looked at him, smiled and said, 'Yesterday we were campaigning...
Today you voted.'