>>This is Life:
>>Son:  Dad, I have to do a special report for school.  Can I ask you a question?>
>>Father:  Sure son.  What's the question?
>> 
>>Son:  What is politics?
>>Father:  Well, let's take our home for an example.  I am the wage earner,
>>         so let's call me Capitalism.  Your mother is the administrator of money,
>>         so we'll call her the Government.  We take care of your needs, so let's 
>>         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 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 parents' 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 unheeded by his
>>father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to
>>sleep.  The next morning, he reported to his father.
>>
>>Son:  Dad, now I think I understand what politics is.
>>Father:  Good, son, can you explain it to me in your own words?
>>Son:  Well, Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class,
>>Government is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored, 
>>and the future is full of shi+.
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(There.  Now you net censors can kiss my a$$!)