While walking down the
street one day, Senator Obama 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, here's the situation. Because you are
a politician and make folks decide on things, so
it goes up here. Here's the deal. Spend 24 hours
in Heaven and 24 hours in Hell and then, because
you are a politician, you can decide in which
location to spend eternity.
And with that, St. Peter
escorts him to the elevator and he goes 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 democratic friends and politicians who had
worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and
in evening dress. They run to greet him, and
reminisce about the good times they had while
getting rich at the expense of the people. They
play a friendly game of bowling and Obama rolls a
300, then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the Devil
who really is a very friendly guy, shaking hands
and telling jokes. He promises Obama the good
life, hope, and change. They are having such a
good time that before Obama realizes it, it is
time to go.
The elevator goes up, up, up
and the door reopens in Heaven where St. Peter is
waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit
Heaven, Mr. Obama."
24 hours pass with the
Senator enjoying a group of contented Republicans
moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and
singing. They have a peaceful time and, before
long, St. Peter returns.
"Well senator, you've
spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now
you must 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 and all, but I think I would be better
off in Hell."
"Very well," and
St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes
down to Hell.
The elevator opens and he's
in the middle of a barren land covered with waste
and garbage. He sees all the democrats dressed in
rags, picking up the trash and putting it in
black bags as an endless stream of rubbish falls
from an unknown origin above.
The Devil comes over and
puts his arm around Obama.
"I don't
understand," stammers Obama. "Yesterday
I was here and there was a golf course and a
bowling alley, and we ate lobster and caviar,
drank champagne, bowled, I rolled a 300 game by
the way, danced and had a great time. Now there's
just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends
look miserable and it's soooo hot! What
happened?"
The Devil looks at him,
smiles and says, "Yesterday, I needed your
vote. Today, you made your choice. You should
know all about that."