Special Report
Son: Dad, I have to do a special
report for
school.
Can I ask you a question?
Father: Sure son, what's the
question?
Son: What is politics?
Father: Well, 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 we'll cal
her government. We take care of your needs, so let's call you the
people.
We'll call the maid the working class and your baby brother we will
call the
future. Do you understand?
Son: I'm not really sure, dad. I'll
have
to think about it.
That
night, awakened by his baby brother's crying, the
boy went
to see what was wrong. Discovering the baby had seriously soiled
his diaper, the boy went to his parents' room and found his mother
sound
asleep. He then went to the maid's room where, peeking through the key hole, he saw his father in bed with
the maid. The boy's knocking
went totally unheard by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to
his room and went back to bed.
The next
morning:
Son: Dad, now I think I understand
politics.
Father: That's great son, explain it
to me in your own words.
Son: Well, dad while management is
screwing
the working class the government is sound asleep. The people are being
completely ignored and the future is full
of shit.
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