A politician dies and ends up at the Pearly Gates. Saint Peter looks at him and finds his name in his book.
“So, you’re a politician.”
“Well, yes. Is there a problem?”
“Oh no, there is no problem. But we have a policy for people in your profession. You have to spend a day each in heaven and hell and then you will be free to choose where you want to spend the rest of eternity.”
“Why can’t I choose now? Why do I have to spend a day in hell?”
“Well, that is the policy.”
First, the politician spends a day in heaven. He sees angels singing and people playing harps. He finds heaven very boring for him. Next he spends a day in hell. Upon arriving there, he expects to see barren waste lands with rivers of lava and people being boiled alive. But instead sees lush greenery and a large five star hotel in front of him. At the hotel entrance, he sees Satan wearing a tuxedo and sipping on a martini.
“This isn’t what I expected hell to be.”
“Oh hell has been completely misrepresented. We have a luxury five star hotel with seven course meals prepared by the best chefs and we have all the sporting facilities you could imagine with a very large pool. All this is for free.”
So the politician spends the entire day playing golf and eating his meals by the pool side. At the end of the day he sleeps in the most luxurious bed he could imagine in a very large suite. The next morning he wakes up. He is back at the Pearly Gates where Saint Peter is waiting for him.
“So what will it be?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I prefer hell.”
So, the politician is transported back to hell where he sees a barren wasteland illuminated only by the glows of river of lava and hears the screams of people being tortured. The air is full of the stench of sulphur. Once again he sees Satan in his tux.
“What happened to the hotel, the golf course, the pool and all the greenery I saw yesterday?”
“Well, yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted.”
The ‘Parable’ of the Politician
A politician dies and ends up at the Pearly Gates. Saint Peter looks at him and finds his name in his book.
“So, you’re a politician.”
“Well, yes. Is there a problem?”
“Oh no, there is no problem. But we have a policy for people in your profession. You have to spend a day each in heaven and hell and then you will be free to choose where you want to spend the rest of eternity.”
“Why can’t I choose now? Why do I have to spend a day in hell?”
“Well, that is the policy.”
First, the politician spends a day in heaven. He sees angels singing and people playing harps. He finds heaven very boring for him. Next he spends a day in hell. Upon arriving there, he expects to see barren waste lands with rivers of lava and people being boiled alive. But instead sees lush greenery and a large five star hotel in front of him. At the hotel entrance, he sees Satan wearing a tuxedo and sipping on a martini.
“This isn’t what I expected hell to be.”
“Oh hell has been completely misrepresented. We have a luxury five star hotel with seven course meals prepared by the best chefs and we have all the sporting facilities you could imagine with a very large pool. All this is for free.”
So the politician spends the entire day playing golf and eating his meals by the pool side. At the end of the day he sleeps in the most luxurious bed he could imagine in a very large suite. The next morning he wakes up. He is back at the Pearly Gates where Saint Peter is waiting for him.
“So what will it be?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I prefer hell.”
So, the politician is transported back to hell where he sees a barren wasteland illuminated only by the glows of river of lava and hears the screams of people being tortured. The air is full of the stench of sulphur. Once again he sees Satan in his tux.
“What happened to the hotel, the golf course, the pool and all the greenery I saw yesterday?”
“Well, yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted.”