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October 21, 2009
Out of bullets
An old Russian joke retold by P.J. O'Rourke
An old guy's wife tells him to go to the butcher shop and get some meat. He goes to the butcher shop and stands in line for hours. Finally the butcher says, "We're out of meat."
The old guy blows his top. He yells, "I am a worker! I am a proletarian! I am a veteran of the Great Patriotic War! I have fought for socialism all my life and now you tell me you're out of meat! What kind of a system is this?! You are fools! You are thieves! ..."
A big man in a trench coat comes up to the old guy and says, "Comrade, Comrade, not so loud... In the old days you know what they would do if you said such things." The big man in the trench coat makes a pistol motion with his hand. He says to the old guy, "Calm down and go home."
The old guy shrugs and leaves. He comes back empty-handed and his wife asks, "What's the matter, are they out of meat?"
"Worse than that," says the old guy, "they're out of bullets."
Posted by joke du jour at October 21, 2009 06:03 PM
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