While walking down a street one day, a U.S. senator was hit by a bus and died. His soul arrived at the gates of heaven, where he was met by St. Peter.
“Welcome to heaven,” St. Peter said. “Before we let you settle in, it seems there’s a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem,” the man said. “Just let me in.”
“Well, I’d like to,” said St. Peter, “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’ll be allowed to choose where to spend eternity.”
“Seriously? Then, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven.”
“I’m sorry, but I have my orders,” St. Peter replied.
And with that, St. Peter escorted him to an elevator and the senator went down — down, down and father down — to hell. The doors opened and he found himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance, he saw a fancy clubhouse. Standing in front of it were all his old friends and other politicians who had worked with him in days gone by.
Everyone seemed very happy.
They were all dressed nicely and having a great time. They ran to greet him, shake his hand and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the taxpayers. They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present was the devil, who seemed like a very friendly guy, a sophisticated being who had a good time dancing and telling jokes. They were having such a good time that he didn’t even notice that it was time for him to visit heaven.

Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?
Our contradictory beliefs lead to irrational views, foolish decisions
Spending all of life in politics leaves many out of touch with real people
Double standards seem like the only standards most politicians know
Why are so many of us afraid of the love and happiness we want?
Words of appreciation can have power to connect us and heal us
I don’t really hate you, honest; I’m just afraid you may hurt me
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns