Barack Obama was walking down the street one day and was tragically hit by a truck and died. His soul arrived in heaven and was met by Saint Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see Presidents around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says Barack.
"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 Obama.
"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 has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a great time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell hug and waves goodbye while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St.
Peter is waiting again for Barack.
"Now it's time to visit heaven."
So, 24 hours pass with the President joining a group of contented souls
moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.
They have a wonderful time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter again returns.
"Well, then, you 've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now its time to choose your eternity."
Barack Obama 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 with all my friends."
So St. Peter escorts 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 hot wasteland covered with garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in filthy rags, some being tormented by demons, others picking up stinking rubbish which continually falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and snaringly welcomes Obama back.
Obama stammers out "I don't understand,". "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, and drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends are tormented and look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looked at him wryly and smiles saying, “Ah Barack, you remember how it works, Yesterday we were only campaigning.
But today you voted for us.”