An old revolutionary walks across the Brooklyn Bridge one day, and he sees man of a similar age standing on the edge, about to jump.
He runs over and says: “Stop. Don’t do it.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” he asks.
“Well, there’s so much to live for!”
“I’m just so depressed, I’ve been a communist all my life and the revolution seems as far away as ever.”
“You’re a communist?”