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Politics
The following conversation recently took place between an eight-year-old and his father:

-Son: "Dad, I have to do a special dreport for school. Can I ask you a question?"

-Father: "Sure, Son. What's the question?"

-Son: "What is politics?"

-Father: " Well, let's take a look at home. For example, I am the wage earner, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mother is the administratior of the money, so let's call her the Government. We take care of you and your needs, so let's call you the People. Since the maid is paid with money that I earn, we'll call her the Working Class. Your baby brother we can call the Future. Now, do you understand, Son?"

-Son: "I'm not really sure, Dad. I'll have to think it over." Later that night, awakened by his baby brother's crying, the son went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parent's room, and found his mother sound asleep. He then went to the maid's room. Where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boss knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid, and so the boy went back to his room and then fell asleep. The next morning, he said to his father, "Dad, now I think I fully understand what politics is."

-Father: "Good, son: can you tell us in your own words?"

-Son: "Well, Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, Government is sound asleep, the People are being totally ignored, and the Future is full of shit."

 

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