Come to the Cabaret

You have to understand the way I am, Mein Herr... You've had every cause to doubt me, Mein Herr.

So the cabaret came to Berlin, for one night only. Another performance before a rapt audience, not at the Kit Kat Club, but instead out in the open air in front of the Siegessäule monument, though most of the attendees were ineligible to provide the support the performer needs. The performer didn't wear a bowler hat and a garter belt, but he managed to attract a crowd in Berlin that rivaled other performers of his sort, as many as 200,000 people.

There's no need to invoke Godwin's Law here. The performer in question is a politician, not a nascent dictator. If he succeeds in his quest, he will have the world stage for a maximum of 8 years. But like the Emcee in the Kit Kat Club, he is a particularly cynical performer. Even as the cleaning crews were removing the debris from the Tiegarten, his operatives had already started milking the event for more money. Money makes the world go 'round.

The show rolls on to Paris tomorrow. Enjoy it, folks. Hopefully it won't end like this.