Sense

The Soviets had a joke that went like this: a Russian and an American were friends. The American was hungry and unemployed. One morning, he went in front of the White House to protest and started eating hay. President Kennedy came out, ordered food for him, offered him a job, and then asked if he needed anything else. The American replied, "Yes, give me a plane ticket to Russia, I have a friend there I want to visit." When he arrived in Russia, he went to see his friend, only to find him also starving to death. He told his friend his story and suggested he go protest as well. The next morning, his friend went to the Kremlin and started eating hay. Nikita Khrushchev, the General Secretary of the Communist Party, came out and asked why. The Russian said, "I'm hungry." Khrushchev replied, "Well, you're making a mistake. The weather is fine, eat some grass, save the hay for winter."

It feels like the world is living in the jokes of the Soviet era.