Politics

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 am the head of the
> family, so call me The Prime Minister..
>
> Your mother is the
> administrator of the money, so we call her the Government
>
>
> We are here to take care
> of your needs, so we will call you the People.
>
> The nanny, we will
> consider her the Working Class.
>
> And your baby brother,
> we will call him the Future.
>
> Now think about that and
> see if it makes 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 nappy.
>
> So the little boy goes
> to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.
>
>
> Not wanting to wake her,
> he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the 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 say's to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept 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 s**t.'