My friend and former colleague Foo sent me this little joke which I thought was politically correct with a moral to boot:
While walking down the street one day a Malaysian Minister is hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high Malaysian official around this place, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Yang Berhormat.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders. 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 have made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the man.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules," says St. Peter.
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 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 game of golf and then stuffed themselves on lobsters, caviar and the most expensive food there is.
Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing, drinking champagne and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell 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 YB 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."
The YB reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think ai yam better off in hell."
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 land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The Devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the YB. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning just like you did during an election ...... Today you voted."
SO, VOTE WISELY IN THE COMING ELECTION!
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