Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Vote Wisely November 2....

While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and 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 pass 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 on November 2, 2010

5 comments:

  1. FABULOUS! So perfect for our current situation. Was just in a meeting about "Voter-Owned Elections" which went into effect five years ago here in Portland, OR. Now have to be voted into existence again--one of the many, many initiatives on our very long Oregon ballot. But this one only happens in Portland.

    Yes, it's different in the West.

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  2. Let's hope it passes again. Maybe Oregon will inspire the whole country--every other state--to follow this. Interesting (from what I read online just now) that BUSINESS was against this. Shades of the US Chamber of Commerce?

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  3. Hmmm. I heard this one last time around. Was it from you?

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  4. Anonymous4:55 PM

    First time I heard this one - I liked it. Bring out more! The D.N.

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  5. Duchess: It wasn't from me...that's the first time I've heard it. Thanks for stopping by! How's the boat?

    DN: I get LOTS of jokes, most of them unprintable in a family blog....:) especially with MY family :):) you're such a straitlaced bunch. xoxo

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