don't bother the translation, i used an on-line litterally translator.
here it comes:
A son asks at its father: Porridge, what actual politics is. Father says: Boy, that is quite simple. Look, I bring the money home, consequently I am the CAPITALISM. Your mother manages the money, consequently the GOVERNMENT is they. Grandpa sees there on closed that everything here ordentelijk lapses. He is the AUTHORITIES. The maid is have the WORKING CLASS, We all only a target for eyes namely your welfare. Therefore you are the PEOPLE. Your small little brother that yet in the diapers walks is the FUTURE.
The son thinks after and question or he about it a night may temples.