A farmer saves up his ruples over many years and finally has enough to buy a goat. He feeds the goat, tends the goat, and begins to sell goat milk to his starving neighbors. They barter or buy the milk and are happy it’s available. The farmer prospers.

But one of the neighbors is a true progressive. He goes to the commissar and tells the story of the farmer. “It’s not fair,” he says, “the farmer has more than me. There’s inequality, and that’s not right.”

The commissar is wise and listens to the complaint. “I’ll try to find some ruples from the treasury, and if you work even harder, you can save some ruples. Together, we can buy you a goat!”

The progressive neighbor frowns. “No!” he says, “that’s not what I want.”

Getting aggravated, the commissar asks, “What do you want?”

The progressive neighbor shouts, “Just kill the farmer’s goat.”

I love how he avoids saying sh*t by saying “fecal matter”, then almost immediately says “..so f*cking good- about-myself”.