In the course of time, Barrak Obama dies and his soul is sent onwards into the void.
So his soul arrives in Heaven and she is met by Saint Peter at the
Pearly Gates.
'Welcome to Heaven,' says Saint Peter, 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Democrat around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just let me in; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer,'says
the Senator that was.
'I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from God Himself. He
says that since the implementation of His new HEAVEN CHOICES policy, you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity.'
'But I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,' replies
the one time Senator.
'I'm sorry . But we have our rules,' Peter interjects. And, with that,
St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down...all the way to Hell.
The doors open and he finds herself in the middle of a lush golf
course. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a
perfect 75 degrees Fahrenheit . In the distance is a beautiful club-house.
Standing in front of it are Al Sharpton, Jessie Jackson, Jeremiah Wright and thousands of the Democrat Party luminaries who had helped him out over the years, With the exception of the few pro-life Democrats and those who supported the National Rifle Association the whole of the Democrat Party leaders of his time were there.
Everyone laughing, happy, and casually but expensively dressed.
They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of 'suckers and peasants.'
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.
The Devil himself comes up to Obama with a frosty drink, 'Have a
tequila and relax, Friend'
'Uh, I can't drink anymore, I took a pledge,' says Obama, dejectedly.
'This is Hell, Mate. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry and it just gets better from there!'
Obama takes the drink and finds herself liking the Devil, who he
thinks is a really very friendly bloke who tells funny jokes like
himself and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like the ones the
Democrat Party pulled with the Education, Immigration, Tough on Crime AND TAXATION promises.
They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's
time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Obama steps on the elevator and heads upward.
When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and Saint Peter is waiting for him. 'Now it's time to visit Heaven,' the old man says, opening the gate.
So for 24 hours Obama is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good- natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money-and-power and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or bad-news joke among them. No fancy country clubs here and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor.
He doesn't see anybody she knows and she isn't even treated like
someone special!
'Whoa,' he says uncomfortably to herself. Pastor Wright never prepared me for this!'
The day done, Saint Peter returns and says, 'Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for
Eternity.'
With the 'Deal or No Deal' theme playing softly in the background,
Obama reflects for a minute . Then answers: 'Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all --but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends.'
So Saint Peter escorts Obama to the elevator and he goes down, down,down, all the way to Hell.
The doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren
scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial wasteland,
looking a bit like the eroded, rabbit and fox affected Arab
desert, but worse and more desolate.
He is horrified to see all of her friends, dressed in rags and chained
together, picking up the roadside rubbish and putting it into black
plastic bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands
black with grime.
The Devil comes over to Obama and puts an arm around his shoulder.' I don't understand,' stammers a shocked Obama, 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a club-house and we ate lobster and caviar and drank tequila. We lazed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!'
The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, 'Yesterday we were
Campaigning;
Now we have your vote it is back to business as usual
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