they are selling your food you like to get and eat at a smaller size!

P.P.S. I’ve found a Soviet versionl of the green ink joke:

Two brothers, John, and Bob, who lived in America and were members of the communist party, decided to emigrate to the USSR. Even though they didn’t believe the American media’s negative reports on the conditions in the USSR, they decided to exercise caution. First, only John would go to Russia to test the waters. If, contrary to the media reports, the living conditions would be found good, and the reports about persecutions by the KGB false, than John would write a letter to Bob using black ink whose color would signify that the letter is to be taken at face value. If, though, the situation in the USSR happened to be bad, and John would be afraid of writing the truth, he would use red ink thus indicating that whatever he says in the letter must not be believed.

In three months John sent his first report. It was in black ink and read, “Dear brother Bob! I’m so happy here! It’s a beautiful country, I enjoy complete freedom, and high standard of living. All the capitalist press wrote was lies. Everything is readily available! There is only one small thing of which there’s shortage, namely red ink.”

Czech leader Dubcek finds an urn in the forest and proceeds to polish it. POOF - out comes a genie.

Genie: I grant you three wishes.

Dubcek thinks briefly.

Dubcek: For my first wish, I’d like the Chinese Communists to invade Prague and retreat.

POOF!

Genie: I shall grant it, Master.

Dubcek: For my second wish, I’d like the Chinese Communists to invade Prague and retreat.

Genie: The same as the first wish?

Dubcek: Yes.

Genie: Again, Master, I shall grant it.

Dubcek: For my third wish, I’d like the Chinese Communists to invade Prague and retreat.

Genie: Master, forgive my insolence, but why all are your wishes exactly alike? And why do you wish for a Chinese military invasion of your own nation?

Dubcek: Because then they’d have to slog across the Soviet Union six times!

Comrade 2: With glorious leader Stalin’s profile on it, how could it possibly be a failure?

Comrade: 1: It falls off the envelope.

Comrade: 2: Not enough glue?

Comrade 1: No, the People spit on the wrong side.