A Non-Partisan Joke

While walking down the street one day a US Senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in Heaven, met by St. Peter at the gate.
“Welcome,” says St. Peter. “Before settling in, there’s a problem. We seldom see a high official around here and we’re not sure what to do. “No problem, just let me in,” says the Senator. “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, and choose where to spend eternity.”
“I’ve made up my mind. I’ll take heaven,” says the Senator. “I’m sorry, we have our rules.” St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open… he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. Standing in front of the clubhouse are all his friends and politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and smiling. 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, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, a very friendly guy having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They’re having such a good time that before he realizes it, it’s time to go. His friends give him a hearty farewell and wave while the elevator rises … up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting.
“It’s time to visit heaven.” … 24 hours pass with some contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing harps and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours passed and St. Peter returns. “Well, you’ve spent a day in hell and one in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The Senator thinks a minute, and says: “I would never have said it before … Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be happier in hell.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator … he goes down, down, down to hell. The elevator door open and he’s in a barren land covered with waste and garbage. His friends, dressed in rags, are picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over and puts his arm around his shoulder. “I don’t understand,” stammers the Senator. “Yesterday there was a golf course and clubhouse here … we ate lobster, caviar; drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”


The devil smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning … Today you voted.”