– the next opportunity is a few years away; and
– an economic slowdown is coming.
So something like this can happen to voters here.
A PAP MP is murdered by his FT mistress and her PRC lover in his China mansion so that she can claim on a 20-million life insurance policy. The MP’s soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter . “Before you settle in, you have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”
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. 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, then dine on lobster, sharks’ fin and champagne, and play high stakes poker.
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 realises 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,” St Peter says.
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 the 24 hours in heaven passes by and St Peter returns.
“Well, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now which will you choose for your eternity?” St Peter asks.
The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers, “Well, I never would have thought it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be happier and 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 golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and sharks’ fin, 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 … Today you voted.”
Wonder if PM will be telling this joke at the next National Day rally?
Update on 27 November at 8.45 am
Err I could be wrong