WHAT GOES AROUND, DOES INDEED COME AROUND...

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 Saint Peter at the entrance.   "Welcome to heaven,"  says Peter warmly.  "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem.  You see, we seldom see a high official around here, so we're not altogether sure what to do with you." "No problem," the senator responds.  "Just let me in." "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 you would like to spend eternity." "Really, I've  made up my mind," says the senator.  "I want to be in heaven." "I'm  sorry," Peter speaks softly, shaking his head, "but we have our rules." With  that, Saint Peter escorts the senator to the elevator which he rides down to hell.  The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush green golf course.  In the distance, there is a clubhouse and standing in front of it, all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very having a wonderful time.  They're dressed in fine evening apparel as they greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce for  hours about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and dine on lobster, caviar, and expensive champagne. Now the devil is also present.  He is actually 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, taking him back to where Saint Peter is waiting....  "Welcome back.  Now it's time to visit heaven." So, for another twenty-four hours the senator joins 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 time has gone and Peter returns for the senator's decision. "Well, then,"  Saitn Peter starts. "You've spent a day in hell and a day in heaven.  Now which do you choose for eternity?" The senator reflects for a minute before he 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, Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes back down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open, he finds himself in the middle of a waste land so vast he can see no end to it.  It's covered with foul debris and garbage.  All his friends are covered in lesions and dressed in rags.  They spend their time picking up the trash and debris,  putting it in black bags as more trash falls continuously from above. The cheerful devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," the senator stammers. "Yesterday, when I was here, there was a golf course and clubhouse; we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced.  It was great!  Now, all I can see is a foul smelling wasteland, full of garbage.  My friends look miserable.  What happened?" The devil looks at him with a smug grin and says,  "Yesterday we were campaigning.  Today, you voted."