The next politician -- whether from the ruling party, the opposition or anyone of the presidential wannabes -- to tell you "I support a Singaporeans-first policy" ought to be given a ticking off. C'mon, show me a politician who will say "No, I don't support a Singaporeans-first policy"! Don't take us for idiots, just explain the policies and skip the politicking.
Which brings me to these two delightful gems:
Origin of the word 'Politics'
The word 'politics' comes from the Greek 'poly', meaning 'many', and ticks of course are bloodsucking parasites. -- 1990s American politician Andre Marrou.
The little boy's innocent question
A little boy asks his dad, "What is politics?"
The man thinks about it, and replies: "Well, son, I bring home the bacon, so I represent capitalism; your mom looks after the house, so she's the government. The maid is the working class. As for you, think of yourself as the people while your baby brother is the future."
The boy's eyes lights up; politics is so easy to understand!
The next day is a Sunday. Mom has gone out for some retail therapy and does not want to be disturbed. Later, the baby boy starts to soil his diaper and bawls out inconsolably. The little boy goes up to the maid's room and finds it locked. He knocks on the door but there is no answer. He then peeps into the keyhole, and his eyes widen.
Just then, the doorbell rings. Eagerly, he runs to open it, thinking it is his mom. But it is a visitor, who can clearly smell the baby's poo inside.
"Where's everyone else?" she asks in a concerned voice.
"Well, the government is nowhere to be found, capitalism is screwing the working class, the people are being ignored and the future is in deep shit," he replies.
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