Dad: Sure son, what's the question?
Son: What is politics?
Dad: Well son, let's take our home for example.
I am the wage earner, so
let's call me the management. Your mother is
the administrator of the
money, so let's call her the government. We take
care of you and your
needs, so let's call you the people. We'll call
the maid the working
class and your baby brother the future. Understand?
Son: I'm not really sure dad, I'll have to think about it.
That night, the boy is awakened by his baby brother's
crying, so he went
to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby
had a heavily soiled
nappy, the boy went to his parent's room and
found his mother fast
asleep. He than went to the maid's
room, where, peeking through the keyhole, he
saw his father in bed with
the maid. The boy's knocking went totally unheard.
The boy went back to
his room and went to sleep.
The next morning...
Son: Dad, I think I understand politics.
Dad: That's great son, explain it to me in your own words.
Son: While the management is screwing the working
class, the government
is fast asleep, the people are being completely
ignored and the future is
full of shit.