How did Travis Bickle put it? "I hope one day a big rain will wash all this scrap off the street." What is meant is - we only quote this incompletely and put a trigger warning on top - "Whores, cheaters, fagots, drug addicts". Now, as is well known, this rubble of language tipped into film history by Robert De Niro is the prelude to a barbarism that is so appealing that Martin Scorsese's “Taxi Driver” was showered with prizes. This demonstrated once again how much pleasure abuse and a well-orchestrated slaughter can bring on the screen, something inveterate bestiality experts like Karl Heinz Bohrer, who recognizes a “conditional relationship” between aesthetics and violence, have been preaching for years anyway. Motto for art: Fun is a bloodbath.

In reality, of course, everything looks very different.

Even small verbal derailments by foaming aggronauts lead to greater irritation.

So let's jump from the fantasy New York of the seventies to the brutally real German city of 2021. Location: a taxi.

Speaker: his driver, who first extemporates over parks, flora and fauna in idyllic flute tones, in order to then prove himself to be a master of the hate-suada, which is in great demand for society as a whole.

After two road users have disqualified themselves because they are on the bike and, how should you put it, simply there, he whispers: "These crap births (sic!), They have to go." Art break.

With more decibels further: "Hopefully all this scrap will be swept off the street at some point."

Just provoking

Your question, dear reader, whether this is a deliberate reference, i.e. a refined second-order statement, will have to be answered with “never ever”. With this taxi driver, aesthetically untouched complete frustration erupts in the final stage. The passenger is slightly alarmed, but is also happy because he knows immediately that the well-hung genre of the railway glossary will now face competition from the seriously underestimated taxi glossary. But back to the topic: cyclists in general? "Sucks - just keeps getting worse." Pedestrians? “Almost as horrible, just provoking, the dirt has to get off the road.” Otherwise like that? "Animals are better at doing what they have to do, humans are bad."

At some point you are trying, pushing yourself deeper and deeper into the back seat, to give that basically no alternative, which would only benefit your own conversation: “Are you talking to me? You talk to me You talk to me Can you mean me You talk to me I'm the only one here. ”In the end, however, it comes down to eloquent silence and the usual two closing words:“ That's right. ”