While walking out of Hillary Clinton's office one day an elected
Democrat is tragically hit by an ACLU truck full of crèches, crosses,
and Ten Commandment monuments, and dies.
The Democrat's 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 an elected official around these
parts, let alone a Democrat, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Democrat.
"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," St Peter says.
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven," says the
Democrat.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules," St Peter says.
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 beautiful
green golf course with a big sign saying, "Welcome to Hell."
In the distance is a luxurious club house and standing in front of it
are all his Democrat friends and politicians who had worked with
him. Everyone is very happy and elegantly garbed in fancy evening
dress.
The Democrats run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the
good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people
when Bill Clinton was president.
They play a friendly game of golf and then amble over to the club
house dining room to dine on lobster and caviar washed down with
champagne.
Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy and is
wearing a Hillary for President button. He is a wonderful host and
joins in the dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that, before the Democrat
realizes it, it is time to go.
All the other Democrats give him a big hug and wave while the
elevator doors open. "Come back soon," they all laughed.
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," he says.
So the Democrat joins a group of contented souls moving from
cloud to cloud, playing the harp, and singing.
They are having a good time but, for a Democrat, it was very boring
and the Democrat felt really threatened when the group started
praying. "This is too much like being in a sectarian church," the
Democrat grumbled. 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 where to spend eternity."
The Democrat reflects for a minute, then answers trying to be
politically correct: "Well, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but
after thinking it over, I think I would be better off in Hell."
So St. Peter smiles and escorts him to the elevator and he goes
down, down, Down to Hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and the Democrat is in the
middle of a barren wasteland covered with garbage and discarded
Elect Hillary Clinton for President signs. He sees all his friends,
dressed in rags, picking up the trash, putting it in black bags,
moaning and groaning.
The devil comes over, glares at him, lays his arm on his neck, and
hands him a stack of garbage bags.
"I don't understand," stammers the Democrat. "Yesterday I was
here and there was a golf course and club house and we ate lobster
and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is is a
garbage dump and my Democrat friends look so miserable."
The Devil looks at him, laughs his evil laugh, and says, "Yesterday
we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!"