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29 lines
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Son: "Dad, I have to do a special report for school. Can I
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ask you a question?"
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Father: "Sure son. What's the question?"
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Son: "What is Politics?"
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Father: "Well, let's take our home for an example. I am the
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wage earner, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mother
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is the administrator of money, so we'll call her
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Government. We take care of your need, so let's call
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you The People. We'll call the Maid The Working Class
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and your brother we can call The Future.
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Do you understand son?"
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Son: "I'm not really sure, dad. I'll have to think about it."
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That night awakened by his brother's crying, the boy went to see
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what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled
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his diaper, the boy went to his parents' room and found his
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mother sound asleep. He went to the maid's room, where, peeking
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through the keyhole, he saw his father and the maid, so the boy
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returned to his room and went back to sleep.
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The next morning he reported to his father.
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Son: "Dad, now I think I understand what politics is."
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Father: "Good son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?"
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Son: "Well Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working
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Class, Government is sound asleep, the People are being
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completely ignored and the Future is full of shit."
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