A Year Nine pupil is struggling with some general understanding of government, and political economy. At the breakfast table, this lad's toff of a dad tells him he's very disappointed in his son's lack of progress. He proceeds to tell his son, it's quite simple, and that he's going to create an analogy for him. I go off to work everyday, and I'm the Capitalist. When I receive my pay, I turn it over to your mum who is the government here; she decides what is spent, what is given away, and however much I'm allowed to keep. The son asks "is it really as simple as all that?" No, the toff replied, well, we have other people, who we'd rather not be confused by, like the underclass... our maid here for this analogy would be the underclass, and mum decides how much we give her. Well, there's a few other things, such as your baby brother, well he is the future.
Now the lad is really confused, and does poorly on another exam. The poor thing sleeps quite fitfully, and he's awakened to hear strange sounds coming from down the hall. He gets up, pads down to his parents' room, and looks in to find his mum sleeping, but his dad missing.
He notices the sounds growing louder further down the hall, and the door to the maid's room is ajar... He peers in to see his dad fucking the maid. He rubs his eyes, and pads off back to bed. On his say back to his room, he hears his baby brother screaming at the top of his lungs... he stops in his brother's room, finds his nappy full of shit, and proceeds to give him a change.
Next morning, dad asks his son whether or not the economy is a bit more clear to him. The son said, "yeah dad, it actually came to me all of a sudden in the middle of the night, after your brilliant analogy at the breakfast table." Glad to hear I was some help son, so what exactly became clear to you? The son said "Whilst the government is sleeping, the Capitalist fucks the underclass, and the future is full of shit!"
