While walking down the street one day a US senator 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 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 man.

'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,'  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 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 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 on 
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  shoulder.  '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 looks at him, smiles and says, 

'Yesterday    we were 
campaigning........... Today    you  
voted.'