Comedy also flows from oppression. The Soviets had some good stuff. There was a humor magazine called Krokidil that had this bit ...
Q: What should we do in the event of a nuclear attack?
A: Wrap yourself in a shroud and walk slowly to the cemetery.
Q: Why slowly?
A: To avoid a panic.
That’s good........;)
I always think of the joke in “The Lives of Others”....
Honecker arrives at his office and opens his window.
He greets the Sun, saying: “Good morning, dear Sun!”
“Good morning, dear Honecker” the sun replies.
Honecker works, and then at noon he heads to the window and says: “Good day, dear Sun!”
“Good day, dear Honecker!” the sun replies.
In the evening, Honecker calls it a day, and heads once more to the window, and says: “Good evening, dear Sun!” There is no response.
Hearing nothing, Honecker says again: “Good evening, dear Sun! What’s the matter?” The sun retorts: “Screw you. I’m in the West now!”
The Soviets had another joke.
They pretend to pay us.
We pretend to work.
Why don’t vultures fly commercial?
Carrion is not allowed inside the cabin area.