A Non-Partisan joke that can be enjoyed by all parties .. and it is “politically correct”

While walking down the street one  day a Member  of Parliament 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 man.

‘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 MP.

‘I’m sorry, but we have our  rules.’

And with  that, St. Peter  escorts him to the  elevator and he went down, down, down  to hell. The doors open and he found 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 dressed 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 played a  friendly game of golf and then dined on  lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who  really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and  telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it’s time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and wave whilst the  elevator rises….

The elevator rises and the door opens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

‘Now it’s time to visit heaven.’

So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining 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 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  MP 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. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down  down to hell.

When the doors open 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  shoulder. ‘ I don’t understand,’  stammers the  MP.

‘Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and  my friends look miserable.    What happened? ‘

The devil  looks at him, smiles and says, ‘ Yesterday we were campaigning..

Today you voted.