A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What are Politics? ' - Dad says, <br />'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: <br /> <br /> <br />#1. I'm the head of the family, so call me The President. <br />#2. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the <br />Government. <br />#3. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. <br />#4. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. <br />#5. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. <br /> <br /> <br />'Now, think about that and see if it makes sense.' - So, the little <br />boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. <br /> <br /> <br />Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to <br />check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. <br />So, the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound <br />asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding <br />the door locked, he looks in the peephole and finds his father in bed <br />with the Nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. <br /> <br /> <br />The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I <br />understand the concept of politics now.' - The father says, 'Good, <br />son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.' <br /> <br /> <br />The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class, <br />while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit. <br /> <br />11/9/06<br /><br />Dave Tanguay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dad-what-are-politics/
