Today you voted...
This hub is inspired by an email I received, which was funny, and led me to want to share it with others, so I copied it into the hub and added some pictures.... and got it ranked as duplicate, which is was of course as it appears all over the web.
So (to protect my ranking) I have rewritten the story, but kept the pictures!
One day, a famous politician was walking down the street, which was a rare occurrence for him as normally he travelled everywhere with his bodyguards and in a chauffeur driven limousine.
Anyhow, this day, he's loose in London, wearing a disguise as he's off to an 'assignation', and like may Americans (Yes, he is American, or at least we think he may be!) he has no remembrance that traffic drives on the wrong side of the road in the UK, so he gets hit, Splatter! by a red London bus, and the next thing he knows, he's standing before a large set of golden gates where a chap he can identify as St Peter greets him...
"Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'But before I can allow you in, there's a small problem to fix, you see we rarely see politicians around here, and frankly, we are not sure what to do with you?"
"I can see your dilema" says our deceased politico, "and it's a good question, but may I suggest that you check me in and we can sort it out later?"
"Well there's the problem" Peter replies, "you see I have instructions from 'On High' that as you may be here by mistake, you need to spend one day in Hell, then one day in Heaven, then you can decide where you are best suited."
"Look, there really is NO problem, I'm here, obviously I should be here, why not just sign me in and let me get on with whatever you guys do here.... do you have a government, I'm good with governments" says our politico.
"Sorry" St Peter states, "we have rules, and rules must be kept...."
In an instance, our politico is dropped straight down into Hell, and in the twinkle of an eye he is standing on a gold fairway watching some of his old friends play a leisurly round of golf...
"So far so good, he thinks, I like golf"
Joining their party he ends up in the clubhouse, where the finest bourbon is served by nubile wiatresses who all seem to give him special attention.
After a hearty dinner he spends some time with lawyers and lobbiests at a swanky casino, where he wins big on the tables and takes advantage of all the 'hospitality' that is offered.
Relaxing in the sauna and anticipating a Thai massage when he's done, he meets the Devil himself (who likes hot saunas) and starts a conversation with him.
"Why do you get such bad press", he asks "Oh that's just God", Satan replies, "He can't get over the fact that most people like me more than Him... so He's always bad mouthing what we do here, when in reality we manage a good show and look after our people exactly as they deserve, I mean, look at yourself, haven't we offered you everything you like?
Our politico is profuse in his praise of the environment, and thanks Satan for his hospitality, but then he finds himself whisked again, upwards this time, and is standing before St Peter again.
"Ah good, you're back," says Pete, "Now you get to spend a day with us in Heaven" and he lets our politico in by a side gate, properly equipped with a special day pass.
Heaven looks kinda quaint by comparison to Hell, and our political notes that although the pavement is encrusted with diamonds set in gold slabs, and everyone looks content, the main activity seems to be worshipping God, and those doing it have smug little smiles, which he hates right off.
His day seems to drag by and there is no luxury foods on offer, nor decent booze and all of the women look so virginal he realises his chances of getting any 'action' here are limited.
Not a moment too soon, his day is over, and he stands before St Peter once again.
"So what have you decided?" asks Pete....
Trying to be diplomatic, our politico replies "Well Heaven looks to be a fine place, and everyone looks so happy, but I must admit that Hell looked to be more fun, so with the greatest respect, I choose to spend eternity in Hell"
St Peter looks devastated, and a few angels lurking in the corner actually start to cry, but a decision is a decision, so St Peter clicks his fingers and our politico finds himself back down below in the time it would take a suicide bomber to annihilate himself.
But things look very different....
For a start it looks like someone's just let off a bomb in a garbage dump, and the landscape is torn apart with foul smelling rubbish which smoulders and burns with intensity, and secondly all of his former golfing buddies are now dressed in rags and pushing smouldering garbage from one place to another, with their bare hands.
Satan approaches our politico "Welcome to Hell", he announces as two demons grab his arms and start to strip him of his clothing....
"But I don't understand" our politico states, "Yesterday everything looked wonderful, and I had such a good time, what happened?"
Satan looks particularly joyous.... "Oh yesterday we were campaigning" he utters with a smirk... "But today you voted"..
OK, this was a joke I saw, and it was not political, i.e. President Obama did not feature in it, but as I collected the images, he just seemed to pop into my thinking, and I saw that there was a clearer message in theis joke, for each day we vote for or against eternity in hell...
One day your vote will count.