In pro wrestling a “work” is a contrived, planned or phony premise, story line or match outcome.
These were the Von Brauners, Kurt and Karl. Or is that Karl and Kurt? Anyway, their manager was Gentleman Saul Weingeroff. Two ostensible Nazis managed by a Jew. In wrestling, history makes no difference. Old enemies are forgotten. It’s all a work.
Here there are infra in what looks like a death photo. Saul’s wearing a unique ensemble: Nazi coveralls with the omnipresent walking stick. Classic. But it didn’t matter, it was all a work.
The world is a work. The tumultuous crises in the Middle East. A work. Mubarak was our pal, now he’s not. The world’s comprised of babyfaces and heels. The dreaded Muslim Brotherhood, the liberty lovin’ Twitter hipsters. It also shares with wrestling a beautiful story. Simple. Uncomplicated and unvarnished. Don’t ask how a Jew can manage Nazis. Don’t ask why Mubarak’s not our buddy any longer. Don’t point out that the latest Egypt power shift was a military junta. That’s what happened in 1952. It was a military coup d’état. Sayonara King Farouk, hello Nasser.
And while you’re at it, forget about 76-year-old Field Marshal Mohamed Hussein Tantawi. And that a U.S. diplomatic cable doc-dumped by WikiLeaks cited academics and analysts who described Tantawi as “Mubarak’s poodle” and “incompetent.” Forget that Omar Suleiman was their spook-in-chief who makes the Marquis de Sade look like Sade. Or that Mohamed ElBaradei’s a globalist NGO stooge. Shhh. It’s all a work.
I believe Pete Townshend said it best.
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss