Nazi JOW (really) #444

I like jokes and I like history. Most countries are a bit shy about sharing their humor and when they do, it often does not translate well. Even so I found there were jokes that were in vogue even within Nazi Germany. I got to looking around and found others from places normally considered humorless such as Singapore. So here are some unlikely jokes from unusual sources.
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Hitler visits a lunatic asylum. The patients give the Hitler salute. As he passes down the line he comes across a man who isn't saluting.
"Why aren't you saluting like the others?" Hitler barks.
"Mein Führer, I'm the nurse," comes the answer. "I'm not crazy!"

That joke may not be a screamer, but it was told quite openly along with many others about Hitler and his henchmen in the early years of the Third Reich, according to Herzog. But by the end of the war, a joke could get you killed. A Berlin munitions worker, identified only as Marianne Elise K, was convicted of undermining the war effort "through spiteful remarks". A fellow worker overheard her telling a joke and reported her to the authorities. She was executed in 1944 for telling this one:

Hitler and Göring are standing on top of Berlin's radio tower. Hitler says he wants to do something to cheer up the people of Berlin.
"Why don't you just jump?" suggests Göring.
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There was even concentration camp humor in the early days of the Reich.
Two men meet. "Nice to see you're free again. How was the concentration camp?"
"Great! Breakfast in bed, a choice of coffee or chocolate, and for lunch we got soup, meat and dessert. And we played games in the afternoon before getting coffee and cakes. Then a little snooze and we watched movies after dinner."
The man was astonished: "That's great! I recently spoke to Meyer, who was also locked up there. He told me a different story."
The other man nods gravely and says: "Yes, well that's why they've picked him up again."

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The travails of the Sesame Street gang suggest that organizing even light entertainment the Middle East is tough. Producers of the beloved American children’s program were planning to launch an Israeli version that would promote mutual understanding between young Palestinians and Jews. The idea was to have Palestinian and Jewish "muppet" puppets appear in the same show, chatting amiably using a limited vocabulary of words that sound similar in Hebrew and Arabic.
Alas, the Palestinian muppeteers did not want their muppets to live on the same street as the Jewish muppets. Americans tried to act as mediators. If Jewish and Palestinian muppets could not live on the same street, should there not at least be a park where they could play together, they suggested? The Palestinians asked: "Who owns the park, Jews or Arabs?"

People in Singapore do have a sense of humor. Here is an example.
Q: How many Singaporeans does it take to change a light bulb?
A1: It depends, is the bulb in an opposition district?
A2: I don’t know, will this question come up in an exam?

Jokes at the expense of women were once a staple of comedians but today ridiculing men is far safer:
Q: How do you let your boyfriend know that you’ve had an orgasm?
A: Give him a telephone call.

But here is a joke about a woman, anyway. It’s okay, she is blonde.
Brandi finds herself in dire trouble. Her business has gone bust and she's in serious financial straits. She's so desperate that she decides to ask God for help. She begins to pray. "God, please help me. I've lost my business and if I don't get some money, I'm going to lose my house as well. Please let me win the Lotto."
Lotto night comes and somebody else wins it.
Brandi again prays, "God, please let me win the Lotto! I've lost my business, my house and I'm going to lose my car as well!" But Lotto night comes and Brandi still has no luck.
One again Brandi prays. "My God, why have you forsaken me? I've lost my business, my house and my car. My children are starving. I don't often ask you for help and I have always been a good servant to you. PLEASE let me win the Lotto this one time so I can get my life back in order!" Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light as the heavens open and Brandi is confronted by the voice of God Himself:
"Brandi, meet Me halfway on this. Buy a ticket."

And finally
Things can always be worse. I can’t think of anything worse than waking up after a night of hard drinking next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met them, or why they’re dead.