Janitis to dad:
-Dad, tell me what is politics?
-Well look like our family. I make money, so I’m the Ministry of Finance. Mom runs the farm, so she is the government. Grandpa is keeping order at home, so he is a union. The housekeeper does all the housework, she is a businessman and a worker. Everything we do is for you, so you are a nation, but your younger brother is our future.
Understand?
-No.
-Well then go to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Jānītis wakes up from his brother’s cry, he runs to wake his mother, but he doesn’t get up. Then he goes to look for the Father and finds him in the kitchen, where he fucks the housewife, and his grandfather watches it all through the doorway. After all this, Jānītis returned to his bedroom. In the morning he meets his father and says.
– Dad, Dad I understood what politics is.
– Well?
– This is when the Ministry of Finance is fucking entrepreneurs, the government is asleep at the time, but the trade union is watching it all through its fingers. At the same time to the nation, everyone spit, but the future is shit.