Jochen Malmsheimer

In the organizer's words:

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 putrefaction in this country has, subjectively felt, always been high, but now this bleak 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 so Malmsheimer embarks on a journey to Venice, the birthplace of the Renaissance and humanism, ready to stand in the way of this almost encephalic nonsense: girded with the sword of poetry and clad in the long underpants of comforting mother wit.

For as Erasco of Rotterdam already knew: if you knock often enough on the hollow, you give emptiness a sound.