from Kem:

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her The Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you The People. The nanny, we will consider her The Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him The Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense. So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now," The father says, "Great son! Tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about." The little boy replies, "The President is screwing The Working Class while The Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and The Future is in deep shit."

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I wrote my previous blog at night and ended up dreaming that I was part of the companionship in David Eddings and then, last night, I dreamt I was part of the cast of Friends when just earlier that evening, I scored a coffee table book of Friends entitled The One With All The Ten Years: Friends ... 'Til The End. I was so surprised to see it since I didn't know they had one released and of course, I just had to buy it. It was a tad expensive (coffee table books usually are) but since it was sale, it's better than I had gotten it at a discounted price. It's funny how conscious thoughts can mess around with subconscious ones yet at the same time, one can have dreams that come out of nowhere - which I also did the same night I dreamt about David Eddings' book.