[2880] in Humor
Joke
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Susan)
Fri Jul 16 10:36:21 1999
To: humor@MIT.EDU
Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 10:35:36 EDT
From: Susan <seborn@MIT.EDU>
It was the late thirties, and waves of horrible purges were sweeping across
Mother Russia. At the same time, waves of jokes were sweeping across Moscow,
all poking rather pointed fun at Stalin. Naturally unable to stand this, he
ordered the NKVD to spare no expense at tracking down their source, hauling in
anyone who relayed one for questioning and tracing an elaborate geneological
tree of humor to a shoemaker at Red Star Shoe Factory #3.
The shoemaker was arrested and hauled off to the Kremlin in the dead of night,
where he was confronted by Stalin himself, who without identifying himself
immediately launched into the hapless prisoner:
"I hear you like telling stories?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Stories that ridicule Comrade Stalin?"
"I don't know about that, but I am interested in politics."
"Do you know that ridiculous one about Comrade Stalin and the bourgeois
empress Catherine's favorite horse?"
"Well... maybe I did tell one like that."
"What about that shocking one about Comrade Stalin and the wolfhound?
Do you know that?"
"Perhaps, I once told one along those lines."
"And do you know the one about Comrade Stalin and the fat Georgian shepherdess?"
"Well, now that you mention it..."
Then, blowing his top, he yelled,
"Do you know, that Comrade Stalin is the uncontested leader of tens of millions
of Russians, the national savior, the symbol of unity for the whole Soviet
people?"
"That's not one of mine, but that's really, really funny."
