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  1. A little boy asks his Dad "What is Politics?"
    Dad says "Look at it this way. I am the head of the family so call me the Prime Minister. Your mother is the administrator of the money so call her the Government. We have to take care of your needs so you are the People. Nanny represents the Working Class and your baby brother is the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense."

    Later that night he hears his little brother crying and on checking finds that he has soiled his nappy. He goes to his parents'
    room and finds that his mother is fast asleep. Not wanting to wake her he goes to the Nanny's room where he finds his father in bed with the Nanny. The next morning the little boy says to his father "I think I know what politics is all about."
    "Good" says his father" now tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."

    The little lad replies " the Prome Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is asleep,the People are being ignored while the Future is in deep shit"
  2. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-42664173

    Whilst acknowledging that there is some justification for describing certain countries as sh*tholes, I wonder what poor Liberty would make of this saga. In particular:

    “Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,"

    Statue of Liberty Poem

    Also known as the Statue of Liberty poem, New Colossus and its famous last lines have become part of American history. Here is the sonnet in its entirety:

    New Colossus

    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
    “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
    With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
  3. That was then. It was never meant to be taken literally. I expect Trump will get it amended to finish "Stand fast Muslims and residents of African Shitholes.
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