Mikhail Gorbachev woke up one morning feeling great. He walked to his window,
saw the sun coming up and crowed, "Good morning, sun!" As he turned away, he
was startled to hear a great, booming voice say, "Good morning, Comrade.
Good morning to you and the great Union of Soviet Socialist Republics."
Gorbachev quickly woke Raisa and his closest aides, took them to the window
and said, "Good morning, Comrade sun." Again the voice boomed, "Good morning,
Comrade. Good morning to you and to the rest of the glorious party."
Gorbachev sat down to his day's work, convinced he was destiny's child.
Later, as the sun was setting, he walked to the window and said, "Good
evening to you, Comrade sun." When no response came, he repeated the
salutation again and again, growing increasingly impatient with the silence.
"Sun! I'm talking to you!" he suddenly screamed. "F**k you, a**h*le! the
voice thundered back. "I'm in the West now!"
