So Honecker—excuse me, I meant the Party Chairman—opens his window one morning and says to the sky, ‘Good morning, sun!’ And the sun replies, ‘Good morning, Chairman.’
That afternoon, the Party Chairman opens his window and says to the sky, ‘Good afternoon, sun!’ And the sun replies, ‘Good afternoon, Chairman.’
That evening, the Party Chairman opens his window and says to the sky, ‘Good evening, sun!’ The sun remains silent. The Party Chairman, feeling hurt, asks the sun, ‘Sun, why are you so silent?’ And the sun replies, ‘Screw you, I’m in the West now.’
Extracted from Das Leben Der Anderen. Not funny? Fine, go stick your prolitariat humour where the sun don’t shine, see if I care.