HG Butzko - Das wolln wir doch mal sehn

The caravan moves on. But where to? That is the question. It’s truly astonishing how quickly one is supposed to feel left behind, simply because it’s now unclear who’s actually losing their mind faster: the world or humanity?

You no longer order food from a waiter, but at a terminal. Relationships are no longer formed, but swiped. The car drives the driver, not the other way around. Fake news and facts strike a shady pact. And in the end, fools and charlatans rule the roost in every corner of the world.

And just when you’ve reached the age where you could tell your kids stories, you realize they’d rather chat on their cell phones. Until they themselves reach that age and then realize you can’t eat an app.

But HG. Butzko won’t let himself be sidelined or fobbed off with a pittance. So no thoughts of retirement or resignation—instead, out of the echo chambers and filter bubbles and into the raw reality without a safety net or a safety margin. “We’ll see about that”—that’s cabaret, satire, and plain talk, with human intelligence instead of artificial intelligence.