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 A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'
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, q+ Z' s( _: RDad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: 1 }: V: s" P2 V2 D8 W/ f
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I am the head of the family, so call me The Prime Minister. 0 o" I" D+ n0 V) ~" e$ y. O
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Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. ) ]: y* u( {) i. _+ ?/ T
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We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.
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; J' @, H' K+ g7 c The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
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And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. % L A a: k* p* V7 y) h- J" d- T& d
0 c- O/ m7 {# wNow think about that and see if it makes sense.' ( }0 B2 G) b" n8 C# c
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So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
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5 {6 ]" }! h- `/ gLater that night,! he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. ; [/ @/ S9 \, G# C, P
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He finds that the baby has severely soiled his nappy.
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So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.
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% B( `, B2 v ?6 ONot wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and see s his father in bed with the nanny. * x: g2 v$ }+ c$ [
He gives up and goes back to bed. & ~8 C% a: F$ G7 C
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The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now. '
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; ~; J5 C1 o# a& RThe father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'
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The little boy replies, 'The prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit. |
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