Politics...

22 November, 2002 || 2:37 pm

Found this at this diary:

A son asked his dad for help with a school report and his father quickly consented. So the son asks "What is politics?"

The dad thought for a second. "Well, let's take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so let's call me 'George Bush.' Your mother handles the money, so we'll call her 'Alan Greenspan.' We take care of your needs, so we'll call you 'the People.' We'll call the maid 'the Working Class,' and your baby brother we can call 'the Future.' Do you understand, son?"

The son said "I don't understand." So the father told him to go think about it for a while.

That night, awakened by his baby brother's crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents' room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid's room where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy returned to his room and went back to sleep.

The next morning, he told his Dad, "I think I understand what politics is."

"Good! Can you explain it to me in your own words?"

"Well, while George Bush is screwing the Working Class, Alan Greenspan is sound asleep, so the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of crap."

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