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A Politician Gets a Taste of Her Own Medicine When She Arrived in the Afterlife

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Each campaign period, politicians will present us with their “platforms” aka “lies and promises”. Sometimes we vote whoever fooled us the best. So if you are still undecided who to vote for during elections, read this short story and you just might learn the most valuable voting lesson we can all apply come election time.

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While walking down the street one day a politician was tragically hit by a car and died.

Her soul ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at her for a second, flicks through his book, and finds her name.

“So, you’re a politician…”

“Well, yes, is that a problem?”

“Oh no, no problem. But we’ve recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work!”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the politician.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one day in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really? But I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the politician.

“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”

And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and she nervously cover her eyes with her hand, knowing she’s in Hell. Cautiously, she listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds… Nothing.

Instead, she finds herself standing in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all her friends and other politicians who had worked with her.

Everyone is very happy and in an evening dress. They run to greet her, shake her hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They then dined on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.

Also present is Satan, who is surprisingly a very friendly guy having a good time dancing and telling jokes. And why nobody mentioned Satan was so handsome with a perfect body that promise everlasting pleasure to any ladies including her?

“Really? This is Hell? But… Where’s all the pain and suffering?” She asked him while obviously flirting.

Satan throws her a wink. “Oh, we’ve been a bit mis-represented over the years, it’s a long story.”

He whispers in her ear… And off they went to his penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the day like excited lovers on their honeymoon. After 6 hours of intense passion, she falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep…

She was having such a good time that before the politician realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens before the pearly gates where St. Peter is waiting for her, “Now it’s time to visit heaven…” So, 24 hours passed with the politician joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before she 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 politician reflects for a minute, then she 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 her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to hell… Now the doors of the elevator open and she’s in the middle of total darkness. The stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As she adjusts, she can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulfurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan standing next to her, wearing the same suit as before and grinning.

Satan comes over to her and puts his arm around her shoulders. “I don’t understand,” stammers the politician. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a really great time. What’s this?

Satan smiles at her and says,

“Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted.”

Moral Lesson: A politician's promise is always made to be broken…

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If we reflect on this short story, we can find this is very true. Our political aspirants will keep making promises that seem too good to be true. Some might even buy your votes and hand cash to people. We might see luxury for one day, for a short period while they try to win our votes, but the exchange will be a lifetime of suffering for us.

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