Thursday, October 23, 2008

Politics

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A little boy goes to his Dad and asks, "What is politics?"



Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way:

I'm the head of the family, so call me the Prime Minister.

Your Mother is the administrator of the money, so call her the Government.

We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People.

The Nanny, we'll consider the Working Class.

And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future.

Now think about that and see if it makes any sense."



So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.

Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.

He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.

So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his Mother sound asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the Nanny's room.

Finding her door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his Father in bed with the Nanny.

He gives up and goes back to bed.



The next morning the little boy says to his father,

"Dad, I think I understand the concepts of politics now."

The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."

The little boy replies,



"The Prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored, and the Future is in deep shit."









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