And this is why commies(sp. the mad ones) are so great

I was reading Murakami(who will definitely get a nobel within a decade) this afternoon when I realized Nepalis and expats living in Nepal have not at all utilized an abundant resource--frothing mad communists.

I mean, look at the opportunities.  

What is an exchange of ideas at the Maoist Party meeting?
A: I came with my ideas and went with theirs. 

An old man is dying in a village, just when there's a knock at the door. "Ko ho?"the old man asks. "Yamaraj"comes the thunderous reply. "Thank god! I thought it was the YCL."

Radio Mirmire(the Maoist controlled radio) announced that everyone could call them and express their opinions. The callers just had to give their full name, address, and the next kin.

Mr. Prachanda comrade goes to a Nepal Olympic Committee program to give a speech. He starts-- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh--when comrade Baburam interrupts. "Comrade," he whispers, "these are the Olympic rings. The speech is below."

What do you get when you cross a YCL member and a snake?
An poisonous and dangerous creature that hisses.

Comrade Prachanda goes to a pig farm one day, and the papers take pictures of him with the pigs. At TKP's office there's a discussion on what the caption should read. "Prachanda among pigs", "Prachanda and Pigs", "Pigs around Prachanda" are all rejected. Finally the editor makes a decision--'third from left, comrade prachanda',

Okay, these are all adaptations of  'In soviet Union.." jokes. But you get the idea.

There's so much opportunity for humor and attire with all the comminess going around. I mean, does the YCL have a rule on what the members should wear, eat, drink listen to, etc, and do they actually have a rule on watching of movies that may take the interest of the revolutionaries away from the revolution to more--primal--acts? What does 'bidesi malik ko das bannu' mean and is it still bad even if you do it right after the revolutionary comrades do it? What did Comrade's Prachandas mustache tell to his hair? ? Etcetera etcetera... That kinda thing. So anyway, there's a character in one of murakami's stories who wonders if it is okay for a member of the communist party to listen to a certain musician/singer. Hur Hur Hur! Time for some bad jokes now:

Comrade, comrade, the wood dealer is dead.
What? I said you had to deal with the woodcutter, not cut the wood dealer.

Commissar, commissar, we kicked the ambassador's ass!
What? You had to Ass the ambassador's kick. not the other way round