President
Trump at the Berlin Wall
“Ich bin ein
Berliner.”
A huge roar
erupts from the crowd that seems to catch even the president by surprise. After
several minutes, he speaks.
“Thank you.
Thank you. That’s very nice of you. I don’t even know what that means but
someone on my staff said it would draw a huge response and I guess he knew what
he was talking about, even as it turns out, I didn’t know what I was talking
about.
“They’ll be
a little something extra in that man’s paycheck come the end of the month, and
when I say a little something extra, you can bet it will be a big something
extra because I don’t do anything little. I don’t even understand how a little
can be extra. Doesn’t extra mean more?
“Anyway, I’m
here today to talk about this wall, and I gotta say, this is the ugliest wall
I’ve ever seen. I’ve looked all over and I can’t find a name anywhere.
“Who builds
a wall this huge and doesn’t put his name on it?
“I’ll tell
you who. Someone who isn’t proud of it. That’s who. And I don’t blame him. This
is the drabbest, ugliest, most depressing structure I’ve ever seen, since the
time I had to level half of Atlantic City to put up my Trump Casino.
“As I look
at the bleak tenements and broken infrastructure on the other side of this
wall, I wonder if its purpose isn’t so much to keep people in as to keep them
out.”
Another aide
whispers something in President Trump’s ear.
“I’ve just
been informed that the purpose of this wall, indeed the only purpose of this
wall, is to keep East Berliners in
East Berlin. Well, that explains a lot but it doesn’t explain everything.
“It still doesn’t
explain why it has to be so ugly. All the barbed wire and graffiti and holes
boarded up with broken doors and ugly rock piles. And the landscaping. Don’t
even get me started on the landscaping.
“I mean, if
you’re going to build a wall, even a wall serving a bad purpose, it just
doesn’t make sense not to take some pride in it. No one ever said a bad wall
can’t at least look good. A paint job wouldn’t hurt it.
“Whoever is
in charge of this wall and I assume someone is in charge—I’ve just been handed
a paper with someone’s name on it. Really?
Garbo...Gorba...Gorbachechowicz...looks like Gorba the Greek to me...”
The same
person whispers something else in President Trump’s ear.
“I’m told
his name is Gorbachev. That doesn’t even sound German to me. Whatever. I guess
when in Berlin, do as the Romans would do.
“Anyway, all
I’d like to say to this Gorbachev fella—if in fact that is his name—is this.
“Mr.
Gorbachev, tear down this wall. Tear it down and put up a new one—one that
Germans on both sides of it can be proud of and I wouldn't be embarrassed to stand next to.”
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