Son: "Dad, I have to do a special report for my Political Science course. Can I ask you a question?"
Dad: "Sure son, what's the question?
Son: "What is politics?" My professor says that it has something to do with a pillow."
Dad: "Well, I am not sure what your instructor means, but let's take our home as an example. I am the wage earner, so let's call me Management. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we'll call her Government. We take care of you and your needs, so let's call you The People. We'll call the maid The Working Class and your baby brother we'll call The Future. Do you understand?
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 the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the son 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 totally unheard by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep.
The next morning:
Son: "Dad, now I think I understand politics."
Dad: "That's great son, explain it to me in your own words."
Son: "Well, Dad, it is like this...
While Management is screwing The Working Class, the Government is sound asleep. The People are being completely ignored, and The Future is full of crap."