HEY . . .Claudia is yelling that these are "Blog-larious":

While walking down the street one day a senator 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 now former senator.

"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 senator.

"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
the club 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, hug him, 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 and caviar. 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 good time that, before he realizes it, it is time
to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St.
Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit Heaven." So 24 hours pass with the senator 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."

He reflects for a minute, then the senator answers: "Well, I would never
have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
better off in Hell."

So Saint Peter escorts him, to the elevator and he goes down, down, down
to Hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he is 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. The Devil comes
over to him and lays his arm on his neck.

"I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and
there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced
and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my
friends look miserable.

The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning.
Today you voted for us!"

Claudia D. Dikinis
http://starcats.com
Political & Personal Astrology for a New Millennium

The lunatics are now in charge of the asylum.