An Oldie But A Goodie

[Guest palexxxx]

Dont know if this has been put up before but here it is anyway.

 

While on his morning walk, Prime Minister Kevin Rudd falls over, has a heart attack and dies ,

 

because the accident and emergency dept at his nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in

 

time.

 

So his soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. 'Welcome to

 

Heaven,' says Saint Peter, 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a

 

Socialist around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you.'

 

'No problem, just let me in; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer,' says the PM.

 

'I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from God. He says that since the implementation of his

 

new HEAVEN CHOICES policy, you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you

 

must choose where you'll live for eternity.'

 

'But I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,' replies Rudd

 

'I'm sorry .. But we have our rules,' Peter interjects. And, with that, St. Peter escorts him to a lift

 

and he goes down, down, down ...all the way to Hell.

 

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course.

 

The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a perfect 22C degrees. In the distance is

 

a beautiful club-house. Standing in front of it is Gough Whitlam and thousands of other Socialist

 

luminaries who had helped him out over the years --- Bob Hawke, Paul Keating, etc. The whole of

 

the Labour Party leaders were there ..

 

Everyone laughing, happy, and casually but expensively dressed.

 

They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at

 

the expense of 'suckers and peasants.'

 

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. The Devil himself comes up

 

to Rudd with a frosty drink, 'Have a tequila and relax, Kev!'

 

'Uh, I can't drink anymore; I took a pledge,' says Rudd, dejectedly.

 

'This is Hell, son. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry and it just gets better from

 

there!'

 

Rudd takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly bloke

 

who tells funny jokes like himself and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like the ones the Labour

 

Party pulled with their master strokes on Education, Immigration, Petrol prices, Tough on Crime

 

promises.

 

They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a

 

big hug and waves as Rudd steps on the lift and heads upward.

 

When the lift door reopens, he is in Heaven again and Saint Peter is waiting for him. 'Now it's time

 

to visit Heaven,' the old man says, opening the gate.

 

So for 24 hours Rudd is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy

 

each other's company, talk about things other than money and treat each other decently. Not a

 

nasty prank or short-XXXX joke among them. No fancy country clubs here and, while the food

 

tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor. He doesn't see anybody he

 

knows and he isn't even treated like someone special!

 

'Whoa,' he says uncomfortably to himself. 'Gough Whitlam never prepared me for this!'

 

The day done, Saint Peter returns and says, 'Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven.

 

Now choose where you want to live for Eternity.'

 

With the 'Deal or No Deal' theme playing softly in the background, Rudd reflects for a minute ...

 

Then answers: 'Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been

 

delightful and all -- but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends.'

 

So Saint Peter escorts him to the lift and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.

 

The doors of the lift open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage

 

and toxic industrial wasteland, looking a bit like the eroded, rabbit and fox affected Australian

 

outback, but worse and more desolate.

 

He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the

 

roadside rubbish and putting it into black plastic bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain,

 

faces and hands black with grime.

 

The Devil comes over to Rudd and puts an arm around his shoulder.' I don't understand,'

 

stammers a shocked Rudd, 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a club-house

 

and we ate lobster and caviar and drank tequila. We lazed around and had a great time.. Now

 

there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!'

 

The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, 'Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted

 

for us!

 

 

[K-man]

Oh so true! ... and it doesn't seem to matter which side of politics we choose, each is as bad as the other.

 

 

[planedriver]

Many a true word spoken in jest!