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While walking down the street one day a corrupt Senator was hit by
an automobile and tragically died.

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,
you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. 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
Senator.

"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 while getting rich
at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and
then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is
the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time
dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that
before the Senator 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 in heaven where
St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven..."

So, 24 hours passed with the Senator 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 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...

Now 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 shoulders.

"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 happened?"

The devil smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning, Today,
you voted."

Vote wisely in November 2014.