Jochen Malmsheimer

Let's not kid ourselves: Cabaret is more important than ever these days!

The perceived density of assholes and concentration of idiots, the overabundance of sack-faces and the infestation of turds, the general, pumice-stone general stupidity and prescient general dullness, in short: the cerebral rot in this country has, subjectively felt, always been high, but now this dismal fact can no longer only be proven in experiments, but has palpably arrived in the open for all of us who have a developed humanoid sensorium, spirit, wit, intellect and taste.

And it is there in the open that Jochen Malmsheimer is camping, ready to stand in the way of this almost encephalic nonsense, girded with the sword of poetry, clad in the long underpants of comforting mother wit and continuing to dispense with all pantomime.
For as Erasco of Rotterdam already knew: If you knock often enough on the hollow, you give emptiness a sound.