WarSclerotic

Obama is in a traffic accident killed. His soul arrives at the gate of Heaven and hosted by Peter. “Welcome to heaven,” says Peter. “There is a small problem. I can not just leave you. We rarely put the highest person at the gate of Heaven, you see, so we do not know right away what to do with you. “

“No problem, just let me in,” says the politician. “Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. We will do this: you take one day in hell and one day in heaven. Then you can choose where you want to spend eternity. “

“Really, I do. I want to go to heaven,” says the politician. “I’m sorry, but we have here as our rules,” says Peter. So the politician is escorted by Peter to the elevator and go down, down and further down to hell. The doors open and suddenly he stands in the middle of a beautiful green golf course. At a distance stands the clubhouse before all his old friends and other politicians with whom he worked.

They are all very happy and dressed in evening dress. They run up to him, shake his hand and talk about the good times they had when they were getting richer at the expense of the citizens. They play a nice game of golf and have dinner with lobster, caviar and champagne. The devil himself is also present, which truly is a friendly guy and are entertained with dancing and telling jokes.

They had a good time together and before he has blinked an eye, it’s time to leave. Everybody says affectionate goodbye to him and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up, and when he stops, Peter is waiting for him, too. “Now it’s time to visit heaven.”

In heaven it is very cozy. He spends his time with the accompany of joyful souls of dancing cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. Everybody has a good time, but before he know it , there are 24 hours passed and Peter comes to him. “Well, you have a day in hell and spent a day in heaven. Make your choice for eternity. “

The politician said,  wait a moment, then he answered: “Well, Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven was great, but I think I’m better off in hell.”  Peter escorts him to the elevator and he whizzes down, down, and down. The doors of the elevator open and he stands in a barren landscape covered with dirt and debris. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and put in black bags, while waste keeps falling down.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arms around him. “” I do not understand, “stammers obama. “Yesterday I was here and then there was a golf course and clubhouse. We ate lobster and caviar, and we drank champagne. We had it all here. Now there is only an arid landscape full of garbage and my friends look awful. What happened?”

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were on campaign. . . Today you have chosen. “

h/t Ron

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