The commissar in the Soviet Union who went out to one of those state collective farms, grabbed the first worker he came to. He said, “How are the crops?” “Oh,” he said, “the crops. Never had been better, just wonderful.” He said, “How about potatoes?” “Oh,” he said, “comrade commissar, if we could put the potatoes in one pile, they would reach the foot of God.” And the commissar said, “This is the Soviet Union, there is no God here.” He said, “That’s all right, there are no potatoes.”
