While walking down the street one day a Philippine 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 is having a good
time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before
the senator 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 thedoor reopens in 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. (Note:
heaven will be much better than this but for the joke's sake, we'll go along with
this for now.) 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 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 St. Peterescorts 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 shoulders. "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 smiles at him and says,

"Yesterday we were campaigning ......

Today, you voted."