Theatre Of The Absurd

I do not think I have seen or wit­nessed any­thing like that befo­re in my not exact­ly short jour­na­li­stic life. Which is good.

That I have to watch a US-Pre­si­dent act this way, is extre­me­ly dis­tur­bing. Which is bad.

Vin­tery, min­tery, cutery, corn,
Apple seed and apple thorn;
Wire, bri­ar, lim­ber lock,
Three geese in a flock.
One flew east,
And one flew west,
And one flew over the cuckoo’s nest.

I have the impres­si­on of wat­ching a play, some­thing made up to enter­tain us. A moronic sit­com per­haps. Or a cheap bur­les­que show. A cari­ca­tu­re of a pre­si­dent per­forming some kind of theat­re, weird and absurd. But the­re is no dénouement, no punch line. Just this bizar­re guy pre­ten­ding to »run the coun­try« try­ing to humi­lia­te a TV-repor­ter doing his job.

That after­wards the press secre­ta­ry of the man clai­ming to be the pre­si­dent of the Unites Sta­tes of Ame­ri­ca spreads the lie that the repor­ter had »put his hands on a young woman« appears to me like an unso­li­ci­ted and equal­ly dis­tur­bing enco­re to this remar­kab­le per­for­mance in the »capi­tal of the free world«.

On a siden­ote: I feel a litt­le sor­ry for that young woman, play­ing an under­part. »Intern at the White House« always makes for a good laugh any­way. But now, for the rest of her life, she will be »that girl from that press conference«.

And the­re was more to remem­ber.