Joke

Stalin goes to visit one of the collectives outside Moscow.  He wants to see how they are doing with the latest 5-Year Plan.

“Tell me, comrade,” he asks one farmer.  “How did the potatoes do this year?”

“Very well, Comrade Stalin.  If we piled them up, they would reach God.”

“But God does not exist, Comrade Farmer.”

“Nor do the potatoes, Comrade Stalin.”