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 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 senator.
 
"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 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."