Last Tuesday, October 14th, 2008, Canada had their Federal elections.
Gilbert and I had quite a few discussions and for once, we were divided on who we were voting for.... What to do?!?!? The media kept giving us the results of their stupid polls, which in MY opinion, should never be said or published... I figured if some people are un-decided and might rely too much on these polls and wouldn't want to "lose" their vote.
Anyhow, and in the meantime, I've received these wonderful Maxine cartoons... which sort of reflect my thoughts on politicians and elections....
Once again, I thought I'd share. *grin*
At one point, Gilbert and I almost didn't bother to go voting - I mean, if the polls ALREADY told us who would win AND we weren't even voting on the same side of the fence....
why bother, eh?!??!?!?
Well, we DID go vote and brought along my youngest son, James. He had turned 18 yrs old, last November and was legally allowed to vote. We figured it would be a good example on how important it is TO vote and exercise your right.... even though, deep down inside, we figured it wouldn't make a difference.
Well, we watched the voting results, later that evening and it was pretty well what those darn people, with those darn polls, had predicted....
Well, at least we did our duty and exercised our "right"....
BTW, they did an "unofficial" poll, here in my area, a few weeks before OUR Canadian elections.
The question was:
"Which do you find more fascinating - the Canadian or the American elections?"
Guess which one won?
Yep! The American one!!!!
And here's a joke, for all of you.... LOL
While walking down the street one day a "
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 man.
'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 MP.
'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 & nice 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 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 MP 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 " is tragically hit by a truck and dies.St. Peter returns.
'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'
The MP 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.'
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 MP. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a 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.
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning.. ..
Today you voted.'