Satirical weekly review: RAF it finally!

There are few things by which you can reliably set the clock in Germany. Deutsche Bahn, for example, stopped using the “punctuality” concept in everyday operations a few years ago. The transport fiasco on rails, formerly postulated as a “company of the future”, has degenerated over many years with a transport ministry under Union leadership into a kind of international individual travel satire.

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In the meantime, one has to ask oneself, quite legitimately, whether the ongoing enthronement of dummy politicians like Peter Ramsauer, Alexander Dobrindt or Andy Scheuer wasn’t possibly the automotive industry’s greatest marketing move of all time. Hardly anyone would have the potential to ensure that, in a consistently dynamic, persistent and uncompromising manner, it is now more promising for frequent business travelers in Germany to simply drift aimlessly down the Rhine, the Isar or the Spree in a rubber dinghy than one Boarding the ICE of the Deutsche Bahn if you would like to get somewhere on time.

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But even the pseudohemic frontal attack on people of public relevance always comes exactly to the second at the exact moment when some thoroughly ideologized attack warrior of the hate department of a certain camp discovers a supposedly unforgivable or at least absolutely intelligence-defeating mistake on the part of this person.

This week again, in an excruciatingly long and embarrassingly under-complex manner, it can be observed among the participants in the discourse who, with an annoying but largely harmless slip of the tongue by the news presenter, made a slip of the tongue Franca Lehfeldt a swan song of the West along with its journalistic integrity.

A Leh in Bettfeldt is always free…

But what happened? The same “Welt” moderator Lehfeldt accidentally spoke in a moderation on International Holocaust Remembrance Day that “78 years ago today” the “Red Army Faction liberated the survivors of the German concentration and extermination camp Auschwitz”.

Well, the Red Army faction had nothing to do with said liberation. Lehfeldt meant the Red Army, the Workers’ and Peasants’ Army of Soviet Russia and, of course, not the RAF, which was later active in Germany. Instead of generously ignoring this obvious slip of the tongue or at least leaving it at a little satirical commentary, the hate machine, which works reliably like a Swiss clockwork, only started.

With a verve, as if Lehfeldt had just called in front of the camera to appoint Hans-Georg Maassen as the new Reich Chancellor by dictatorship decree, the gravediggers of the discussion culture worked their way through the young journalist. Digital tons of the worst insults poured over Franca Lehfeldt, as if one had to pay ten percent less heating costs for every insult to a good-looking woman with her own career.

Violent attacks on Franca Lehfeld

Why it hit Ms. Lehfeldt with such violence cannot be conclusively determined. As the political head of a daily newspaper that is currently drifting into a somewhat conspiracy-mystical milieu from the Axel Springer publishing house, which intellectually is already reeling into the new financial year with a strong list, Lehfeldt does not have the freedom for the part of society for the title of a book and Anna’s middle name Schneider holds, anyway generally bad cards.

In addition, she was recently able to fight her way to the finals as part of the successful casting show DSDL (“Deutschland sucht die Lindnergattin”) and then in the grand finale on Sylt to the new wife of Finance Minister Christian “the market regulates that” Lindner was chosen.

“World”, Lindner, freedom – an agenda triumvirate with which you can’t win a flowerpot with about 95 percent of people in the current world situation between climate change, the Ukraine war and Corona. Not even one with organic lemon trees – and they’re even yellow and you can make lemonade out of them. At least if an old saying is true that somehow has to do with the fact that life – probably in a figurative sense – should have some kind of citrus fruit wholesale business running on the side.

Either way. The attacks on Franca Lehfeldt, which mostly operate well below the belt, are both predictable and unacceptable, but independently of this, they are unfortunately also the order of the day.

The question of whether such a slip of the tongue could not also be made by oneself (especially in a hectic situation during a live news broadcast) is no longer asked by anyone these days. An enemy image that is clearly defined in its basic orientation is of course part of good form. Apparently the same applies to crashing into a protagonist of the supposed opposite side with the greatest possible force at every slightest opportunity, regardless of the offence.

Main thing, the others!

The absurdity of this perpetual motion machine of effervescence becomes apparent very quickly at the latest when one asks the following question: What would have happened if the same slip of the tongue had happened to a prominent public broadcaster journalist. Dunya Hayali about. Exactly the Pulitzer Prize candidates, who were outraged for days about the word “fraction” that accidentally slipped into Franca Lehfeldt’s sentence, then wrote various doctoral theses in meter-long tweets of appeasement that one could make a small mistake and how it is dishonorable and embarrassing to react to this with such furore. And vice versa.

In the case of Ms. Hayali, many of those who now jump to Franca Lehfeldt’s side would probably describe the boundless depravity and incompetence of public broadcasting and demand nothing less than the immediate abolition of broadcasting fees (with lateral thinkers and NZZ readers gladly ” called compulsory levy”).

“I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here”

Regardless of which corridor of opinion one is trapped in, the manner in which Franca Lehfeldt was dealt with in the RAF case should be seen as unacceptable in all camps without discussion. Especially since there would be so many other topics this week that should be given much more attention. Djamila Rowe, for example, is the queen of the jungle.

You may remember the TV show “I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here”. In it, twelve ex-celebrities, most of whom are close to the personal bankruptcy limit, are squatting in a sparsely equipped camp in the Australian bush and are subjected to disgust tests and sleep deprivation until they either divulge intimate secrets, which are then carried with relish over the boulevard of embarrassments to the gossip magazine market or until they start insulting each other so rudely that a commercial prosecutor’s office could sue each other for about twenty-three years on that basis.

The Queen’s new clothes

The reality TV format, which is often abbreviated to #IBES, made a guest appearance again in January this year – even after that you can set the clock mentioned above – in an Australian bush clearing in the immediate vicinity of a tree house. On Sunday the time had finally come. Twitter preferred candidate Djamila Rowe, the candidate of the heart, outperformed competitors such as Claudia Effenberg, Verena Kerth or comrades-in-arms such as Lucas Cordalis, who went down in the annals of the jungle as “Callcenter Cordalis”, and catwalk drama queen Papis Loveday and secured the jungle throne for the year 2023.

That could have been celebrated prominently. In Germany, however, it seems to be much more en vogue to construct mistakes in the case of potential opponents of opinion than to bestow heartfelt congratulations on gratifying successes. Too bad.

Lucas Cordalis came out of the jungle camp in third place. At a press conference in the form of a video call, he talks about his home statement to Djamila Rowe.