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Politicians go to Heaven (or Hell)
This joke is currently spreading by e-mail. Having arrived in the inbox of
JamaicaElections.com, we decided to share it with you.
While crossing the street one day a Member of Parliament 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 have never had a Jamaican 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 MP.
“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,” replies the MP.
“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 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 guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realises it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises to Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
“Now it’s time to visit Heaven.”
So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving
from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time
and, before he realises 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 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 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 shoulder.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the MP. “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 looks at him and smiles.
“Yesterday we were campaigning … today you voted.”
This joke is currently spreading by e-mail. Having arrived in the inbox of
JamaicaElections.com, we decided to share it with you.
While crossing the street one day a Member of Parliament 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 have never had a Jamaican 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 MP.
“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,” replies the MP.
“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 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 guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realises it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises to Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
“Now it’s time to visit Heaven.”
So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving
from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time
and, before he realises 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 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 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 shoulder.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the MP. “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 looks at him and smiles.
“Yesterday we were campaigning … today you voted.”