A little boy goes to see his dad and says, "Dad, I have to do a special report for school. Can I ask you a question?"
His father replies, "Sure, son. What's the question?"
The little boy says, "What is politics?"
"Well son, let's take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so let's call me 'David Cameron.' Your mother is the administrator of money, so we'll call her 'George Osborne' We take care of your needs, so we'll call you 'The People.' We'll call the maid 'The Working Class,' and your baby brother we can 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 that the baby had seriously soiled his nappy, 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.
"Dad, now I think I understand what politics is."
"Good, son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?"
"Well, dad, while David Cameron is screwing the Working Class, George Osborne is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of poop.
