| Saturday, October 02, 2004
| WHAT IS POLITICS?
|(sent by a friend from Clarendon Hills)
A little boy goes to his dad and asks,
"What is Politics, Dad?"
"Well son,let me try to explain it this way:
I am the head of the family, so call me The President.
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 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 his Dad has said to him.
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 parent's room and find his mother sound asleep.
Not wanting to wake her up, he goes to the Nanny's room. Finding the door is locked, he peeks into 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 concept of Politics now!"
The father says to his son,
"Great son! Tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."
The little boy replies,
"The President is screwing The Working Class, while The Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and The Future is in deep shit!"
|posted by infraternam meam @ 1:53 AM