Subject: More truth than poetry...
 
 SON: "Dad, I have to do a special report for school. Can I ask you a
 question?"
 
 DAD: "Sure son. What's the question?"
 
 SON: "What is politics?"
 
 DAD: "Well, let's take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so let's
 call me 'Capitalism'.  Your mother is the administrator of our money, so
 we'll call her 'Government'.  We take care of all your needs, so we'll call
 you 'the People'.  We'll call the maid 'the Working Class', and your brother
 we can call 'the Future'.  Do you understand, son?"
 
 SON: "I'm not really sure, Dad.  I'll have to think about it."  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 parent's 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's knocking went ignored by his father and the maid, so the boy
 returned to his room and went back to sleep.
 
 
 THE NEXT DAY:
 
 SON:  "Dad, Now I think I understand what politics is."
 
 DAD:  "Good, son!  Can you explain it to me in your own words?"
 
 SON:  "Well, Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, he
 Government is sound asleep, the People are being totally ignored, and the
 Future is full of shit".
 
 From: Ray

Wil Stark, wstark04 (at) pobox _dot_com

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