Daddy, i don't know what politics is.

Daddy, i don't know what politics is...
Son: “Daddy, I have to write a special report for
school, but I don’t know what Politics is.”
Father: “Well, let’s take our home as an example.
I am the bread-winner, so let’s call me
Capitalism. Your Mum is the administrator of
money, so we’ll call her Government. We take
care of your need, 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 Shit.”