Once upon a time in a place overrun with monkeys, a man
appeared and announced to the villagers that he would
buy monkeys for $10 each.

The villagers, seeing that there were many monkeys
around, went out to the forest, and started catching them.
The man bought thousands at $10 and as supply started
to diminish, they became harder to catch, so the villagers
stopped their effort.

The man then announced that he would now pay $20 for
each one. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and
they started catching monkeys again. But soon the supply
diminished even further and they were ever harder to
catch, so people started going back to their farms and forgot
about monkey catching.

The man increased his price to $25 each and the supply
of monkeys became so sparse that it was an effort to even
see a monkey, much less catch one.

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys for
$50! However, since he had to go to the city on some
business, his assistant would now buy on his behalf. While
the man was away the assistant told the villagers: "Look
at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has bought.
I will sell them to you at $35 each and when the man
returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50
each."

The villagers rounded up all their savings and bought all the monkeys.
However, they never saw the man nor his assistant again and once again there
were monkeys everywhere.
Now you have a better understanding of how the stock
market works!

Last time when I laugh out loud was the day when my 4 years old then daughter learned what politics is all about. It was the 30th of September, just a day after her birthday. She came and asked me "dad, what is POLITICS?".
I said 'Well dear, 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 2 years old baby brother, we will call him the Future.
Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'
So the little sweet goes off to bed thinking about what I had said.
Later that night, she hears her baby brother crying, so she gets up to check on him.
She finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
So the little Eliza comes to our room and finds her mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, she goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, she peeks in the keyhole and considers its not the best moment to knock. She gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, my sweetheart comes to me, 'Tudor, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'
I am saying, 'Good, darling, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'
She then 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.'