A Joke

So I heard a joke today that I liked. Here it is:

There was a certain politician who had been in the Congress for many many years. One day his time came and he passed. He met St. Peter at the gate. St. Peter told him that he could choose to go upstairs or downstairs, whichever he wanted. The politician asked if he could check out the two places. He was granted his request. First he took a look downstairs. He found a lot of his friends and there was a beach and beautiful weather and parties going on with lots of food and drink. Then he went upstairs to check it out. It was a very peaceful beautiful place. He went back to St. Peter and said that it was extremely hard to choose, but he decided he liked the party scene and would like to go downstairs. So St. Peter put him on the elevator down. When the politician got off the elevator he found a hot firey furnace. He walked up to Satan and asked what was going on. Where was the party and the fun and all that he had thought he saw. Satan just shrugged and said. "We are doing just what you did on earth. Making lots of promises that we don't keep."