What Is Politics?

"Dad, what is politics?"

"Politics? Well, consider our home. I am the wage earner, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we'll call her Government. We take care of you and your needs, so we'll call you the People. We'll call the maid the Working Class, and your baby brother the Future. Do you understand so far?"

"I'm not really sure, dad. I'll have to think about it."

Late that night the boy's sleep was disturbed by the crying of his baby brother. He got up and found that the baby had soiled its nappy. He went to his parents' room and found his mother fast asleep, and then discovered that his father was bonking the maid so vigorously that they didn't hear his knocks on the door. He returned to his bed and went to sleep.

Next morning he reported to his father, "Dad, I now think I understand what politics is."

"Good my boy. Explain it to me in your own words."

"Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class and the Government is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of shit."

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