A GOP politician – pick your favorite – died and ended up standing in front of the pearly gates.
Saint Peter looked at him, flicked through his book and found his name.
"So, you were a GOP politician,” said Saint Peter.
“Well, yes, is that a problem?" The man asked.
“Oh no, no problem, answered Saint Peter. “But we've recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell.”
After that however, you're free to choose where you want to spend eternity,” Saint Peter replied.
"Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell??" Demanded the politician.
"Them's the rules,” answered Saint Peter,clicked his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy disappeared.
He awoke curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he was in Hell. He listened for screams, sniffed the air for brimstone…Just the smell of…is that fabric softener? And cut grass.
"Open your eyes!" said a voice. "C'mon, wakey wakey, we've only got 24 hours!" Nervously, the politician uncovered his eyes, looked around and saw he was in a hotel room. A nice one too – a penthouse suite with a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini.
"Who are you?” politician demanded.
Well, I'm Satan!" said the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. "Welcome to Hell!" "
“Wait, this is Hell? But... Where's all the pain and suffering?" the guy asked.
Satan threw him a wink.
“Oh, we've been a bit mis-represented over the years, it's a long story. Anyway, this is your room. The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there are extra towels next to the hot tub and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this!
“It's a beautiful day, and if you'd care to look outside..." Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked down and saw a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.
"It's one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there are another 6 just a few minutes’ drive out past the beach and harbor,” said Satan, answering his unasked question.
They headed down in the lift and walked out into the lobby, where everyone waved and welcomed the man as Satan signed autographs and talked shop with the staff.
A the man walked out, he saw the group on the golf course was made up of of his old friends, people he'd admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he admired but who died long before his career started.
Out of the middle of the group group came his wife, with a smile and the body she had when she was 25. She threw her arms around him and planted a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheered and his worst political enemy showed up as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy
He spent the day on the golf course, having the time of his life, laughing at jokes and carrying on important discussions,while holding his wife next to him.
Later they returned to the hotel for dinner and had an enormous meal, perfectly cooked, which descended into a food-fight when someone threw a bread roll at the next table (where Ghandi was having a game of truth-or-dare with Marilyn Monroe).
Not long after he and his wife returned to their suite and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After 3 hours of intense passion he fell asleep, wrapped in the 100% Egyptian cotton sheets.
He was awakened by Saint Peter.
"So, that was Hell. Wasn't what you were expecting, I bet?"
“No sir!" said the man.
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“So then," said Saint Peter, “make your choice. It's Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on.”
“Well...I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I'd prefer Hell,” said the politician.
"Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!" said Saint Peter, and clicked his fingers again.
Here's a story from canvassing today in Western North Carolina that is worth reading:
I went to a house somewhat off the beaten path. A woman around 40-years-old answered the door. I introduced myself, told her I lived about 25 minutes away, and told her I was out volunteering on behalf of Kamala Harris for president.
She told me that Kamala had her vote, but she's not sure about her husband, who is a lifelong Republican.
I asked if anything I might say to her husband could change his mind. She said she wasn't sure, probably not, and that he "comes from a family of hardcore Trumpers."
Right as I was saying "you never know," her husband comes outside.
He's the same age as her (and me).
Big old unkept beard. Tattoos up and down. Wearing a "protect the 2A" shirt that had some sort of big ass gun on it, and old baggy blue jeans.
He said, "What's all this about?"
I introduced myself to him. I told him I heard from his wife that he may be supporting Donald Trump and that's totally okay, but I'm curious why.
He told me he wasn't really sure, it's what his family has always done.
He asked me why I'm supporting Kamala Harris.
I told him about my views on taxation, abortion, and health care, and then also just the importance of having someone who wants to unite America and who is not a character-depraved asshole, which I think Donald Trump is.
He asked me why I think that of Trump. I told him about the racist remarks from the MSG rally, the pussy grabbing stuff, January 06, the signed bibles, and so on.
He looked me in the eye and said "You know what, you're right. I can't vote for that guy. He's a fucking piece of shit."
(This is verbatim, his words not mine.)
I thanked him for giving me the time of day. I wasn't going to press him any further.
As I was walking away, he said, "Hey."
I turned around and he put out his hand. As we shook hands, he looked me in the eye and said "I am going to vote for Kamala Harris."
His wife was almost tears. He seemed to be too. Truly. Like this big fucking weight was off this man's chest.
Needless to say, it was the highlight of my week.
It shows that people are decent. Yes, many people are low-information. But many are decent. And many people want what is best for America.
It's also a reason to keep knocking doors. There are more people like him out there 🇺🇸
Wow. This new Kamala Harris ad narrated by Viola Davis is one of the most powerful things I’ve watched. It tells the story, experience, & vision of Kamala Harris & why she is ready for this. It’s a masterpiece & it sent chills down my body. Watch & share.
@NiallHarbison I love love love this!! Thank you Niall and all of the people who helped and loved Billy. What a dream come true and a wonderful happy beginning 🩷🩷🩷