An old one

An old one

Mikhail Gorbachev gets up in the morning and goes out onto his balcony to get some fresh air. The sun is rising.

”Good morning, red sun!” he exclaims.

”Long live Mikhail Gorbachev!” the sun replies.

Very happy with this, Gorbachev goes about his business. After a busy morning he goes out onto his balcony again, and sees the sun at its height.

”Good afternoon, sun!” he shouts out.

”Long live Comrade Gorbachev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union!” replies the sun.

Very pleased, Gorbachev returns to his work.

That evening, after a hard day, he comes out once again onto his favorite balcony. He sees the sun setting, and with a smile cries out, ”Good evening, my little sun!”

”I am in the West now,” replies the sun, ”so fuck you!”