Here is a political joke that I hope the moderator can tolerate:
Back in the old days of the Soviet Union this man is waiting in line outside of the butcher shop in a terrible cold blizzard. As each person exits the shop he gets to take one step closer to the front door and the hopes of a roast for dinner. He is getting closer and now stand at the front door. Suddenly a hand emerges from the shop and places a closed for the day sign on the door.
The man can't take it any longer.
"This country is terrible, horrible. The government no longer deserves my respect!"
At this point a man in an overcoat whispers in his ear. "Comrade. You are fortunate today with your out burst. In the past this would have been your doom." The man in the overcoat points a finger like a gun and pretends to shoot the upset man in the temple.
Despondent the man returns home.
His wife accosts him in the entrance hall to their apartment. "What? What? No meat for dinner again? They've run out of meat yet again. What is this country coming to?"
The man replies, "It's worse that you think dear. They even run out of bullets."