Seeing how politics seems to be getting more ironic every day, especially in California, I had to share this joke that a friend had sent me. 
While walking down the street one day a female head of state is tragically hit by a truck and dies. Her 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 someone of your stature around these parts and we're not quite sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the lady.
"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 day in Heaven. Then you can choose where you would like to spend eternity."
"Really, I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven," says the head of state.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules. And, with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse, and standing in front of it are all of her past friends and others. Everybody is happy and in evening dress. They rush to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of others. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy, has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that, before she realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a big hug and waves as the elevator rises.
The door reopens in Heaven where St. Peter is
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"Now it's time to visit Heaven." So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.
In 24 hours St. Peter returns. "Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now...chose your eternity."
She reflects for a moment, then answers: "Well, I would never have said it, but Hell is so much more fun and I think I'd rather go there."
So St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down. At Hell, the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. All her friends are dressed in rags picking up the trash and putting it in bags. The Devil comes over to her.
"I don't understand," stammers the head of state. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and danced and had a great time."
The Devil looks at her, smiles, and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us
While walking down the street one day a female head of state is tragically hit by a truck and dies. Her 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 someone of your stature around these parts and we're not quite sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the lady.
"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 day in Heaven. Then you can choose where you would like to spend eternity."
"Really, I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven," says the head of state.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules. And, with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse, and standing in front of it are all of her past friends and others. Everybody is happy and in evening dress. They rush to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of others. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy, has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that, before she realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a big hug and waves as the elevator rises.
The door reopens in Heaven where St. Peter is
."Now it's time to visit Heaven." So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.
In 24 hours St. Peter returns. "Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now...chose your eternity."
She reflects for a moment, then answers: "Well, I would never have said it, but Hell is so much more fun and I think I'd rather go there."
So St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down. At Hell, the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. All her friends are dressed in rags picking up the trash and putting it in bags. The Devil comes over to her.
"I don't understand," stammers the head of state. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and danced and had a great time."
The Devil looks at her, smiles, and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us
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