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Tick toc is amazing so is #OliverKornetzke #Trump
January 6, 2026 at 4:43 AM
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From @oliverkornetzke
December 15, 2025 at 10:13 PM
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This IS who "we" are! 😣

"The #UK steps in. (They sure have a way with words)
By #OliverKornetzke
August 18, 2025

Behold. The #festering carcass of #American #rot shoved into an ill-fitting suit:
October 23, 2025 at 7:34 AM
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Impressive!

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October 3, 2025 at 9:46 PM
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Oliver gets it. Is he on Bluesky yet? #oliverkornetzke
October 2, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Where are American journalists with the courage of #OliverKornetzke?
Behold. The festering carcass of American rot shoved into an ill-fitting suit: the sleaze of a conman, the cowardice of a draft dodger, the gluttony of a parasite, the racism of a Klansman, the sexism of a back-alley creep, the ignorance of a bar-stool drunk, and the greed of a hedge-fund ghoul -- all spray-painted orange and paraded like a prize hog at a county fair. Not a president. Not even a man. Just the diseased distillation of everything this country swears it isn't but has always been -- arrogance dressed up as exceptionalism, stupidity pass off as common sense, cruelty sold as toughness, greed exalted as ambition, and corruption worshipped like gospel. It is America's shadow made flesh, a rotting pumpkin idol proving that when a nation kneels before money, power, and spite, it doesn't just lose its soul -- it shits out this bloated obscenity and calls it a leader.
October 1, 2025 at 7:50 AM
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I have discovered Oliver Kornetzke. He has such a way with words.
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okornetzke on FB.
September 30, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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Whatever the world champion of writers award is, give it to #OliverKornetzke! He earned it!
Line by line, truth by truth! 🥾💥🍊
September 27, 2025 at 12:20 AM
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#OliverKornetzke has articulated the most accurate and detailed description of the orange menace that I have ever seen.

Thanks Oliver, this needed to be said.

#∞
September 26, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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#OliverKornetzke #POTUS #USExpat #USExpats #TrumpAdministration #JEDIforAll
September 26, 2025 at 9:01 PM
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#OliverKornetzke needs a #Pulitzer NOW. This is everything #Trump and #America are, and less.
September 26, 2025 at 9:38 AM
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Who is Oliver Kornetzke? Rising Political Commentator Gaining Attention
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Who is Oliver Kornetzke? Rising Political Commentator Gaining Attention
Oliver Kornetzke is a political commentator known for bold essays on U.S. politics, democracy, and authoritarianism. Read about Oliver Kornetzke writings, essays, Substack, blog, Facebook, Instagram, ...
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September 25, 2025 at 12:20 PM
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If not the best tweet ever made on Social Media about the man currently wrecking the White House, then a very close second.

Oliver Kornetzke nails it ...on X Twitter

Kudos to Oliver!

#OliverKornetzke
Photo: Trump with post made originally by Oliver Kornetzke on X (Twitter). If not the best post ever on social media about America's current leadership mess, a close second. Have someone read it to you.
September 10, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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#OliverKornetzke on Trumpelstiltskin
September 9, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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#OliverKornetzke

Spot on description of Trump
September 8, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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Presented without comment because this is perfection. 👌
#OliverKornetzke
September 5, 2025 at 12:42 AM
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This is the best description of the old 💩 yet! #OliverKornetzke
September 3, 2025 at 12:12 PM
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#OliverKornetzke
September 2, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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#oliverkornetzke #trump
September 2, 2025 at 5:45 AM
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If you haven't already read it, Gerry from TikTok reads #OliverKornetzke 's piece which should frankly be the eulogy.

(Original TikTok link to video available here:
www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8BWmKEM/)
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September 2, 2025 at 2:19 AM
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August 20, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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Oliver Kornetzke 17h. I come from a small, rural town in Wisconsin- the kind of place where the high school mascot is sacred, the churches outnumber the stoplights, and the local diner still offers political commentary with your scrambled eggs, all filtered through a Reagan-era lens of rugged individualism and bootstrap theology. It's a town that raised me, yes--but also one I outgrew, not out of arrogance, but out of an insatiable curiosity that was simply not compatible with fences and familiar last names. My childhood was an oddity in that place. While most of my peers stayed anchored in the gravitational pull of local norms and traditions, my parents handed me a passport and pointed outward. Road trips across the US turned into train rides through Eastern Europe.I was the kid who collected fossils and insects instead of baseball cards, who could name capitals but not quarterbacks. Later, I moved abroad. I pursued higher education. I immersed myself in history, science, philosophy, and the relentless pursuit of knowledge and understanding, trying to understand not just the world, but why people move through it the way they do. to understand not just the world, but why people move through it the way they do. And then, like some tragic protagonist in a novel about the perils of nostalgia, I came back. If distance grants perspective, then returning to the town of my youth was less like coming home and more like stepping into a diorama. The streets hadn't changed, but I had. What once seemed wholesome now felt performative. The patriotism wasn't pride--it was ritual. The friendliness wasn't openness-it was surveillance. And beneath it all ran a silent, suffocating current of fear: fear of change, fear of the other, fear of being left behind. This divide isn't just geographical. It's evolutionary. For 95% of our species' existence, we lived in small, kin-based bands where survival was contingent on cohesion, predictability, and suspicion of outsiders. Tribalism wasn't a flaw -it was a feature. It kept us alive. To be skeptical of the unfamiliar, to prioritize the known over the unknown, was adaptive. But we don't live on the savannah anymore. The threats we face are no longer predators or rival clans, don't live on the savannah anymore. The threats we face are no longer predators or rival clans, but climate collapse, income inequality, and information warfare. Still, the reptilian brain lingers. And it does not care about nuance. It cares about belonging. Rural America, in many ways, remains a living museum of this tribal wiring. In places where diversity is minimal and ideas circulate slowly, identity calcifies. Community becomes echo chamber. It's not that people don't think critically--it's that critical thinking is punished, Conformity is rewarded. Outsiders--literal or ideological--are threats to the fragile cohesion of a community whose worldview has not been tested by difference but merely reinforced by repetition. This is the root of the urban-rural divide-not intelligence, not morality, but exposure. In cities, survival demands adaptation: to new cultures, new technologies, new ways of seeing. In rural communities, survival demands continuity. And so when the firehose of modernity blasts through cable news and social media, it's not processed as information --it's processed as attack. modernity blasts through cable news and social media, it's not processed as information -it's processed as attack. And the right wing has weaponized this brilliantly. They've learned that fear is easier to manufacture than hope, and far more profitable. That a brain wired for tribal survival will always choose the strong lie over the complicated truth. That it's easier to sell paranoia than policy. In my town, like so many others, they claim to be patriots who love their country, but they'll vote for the man who promises to burn it down. They don't believe in climate change, but their crops are drowning and their wells are poisoned. They don't want to be ruled, but they're desperate to be led-by someone who speaks in absolutes, who confirms their suspicions, who reflects their anger back to them like a funhouse mirror. And this is the part that stings the most: these are not all bad people. They are people trapped in a feedback loop that exploits the very instincts evolution gave them to survive. They have been trained to confuse subjugation with
June 14, 2025 at 8:54 PM
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Sometimes, late at night, when I should be asleep or, at the very least, staring at the ceiling in a stupor of my own design, I do something I know I shouldn't: I open the news. YouTube. Google. Anywhere the algorithm decides to serve up another bite-sized glimpse into the slow, unraveling death spiral of this country It's not curiosity anymore-it's compulsion. Masochistic ritual. A midnight communion with chaos. Some part of me needs to press my face against the glass and watch the fire. Like viewing a digital menu--one of those glossy, high-resolution spreads at a restaurant, every dish pictured in vivid detail, each more overwhelming than the last, until you can't tell the difference between hunger and nausea. The headlines blur together--flashing like neon signs in a ghost town: "Democracy falters. "Fascism surges." "Rights erased in real time." It doesn't even feel shocking anymore. It feels like prophecy fulfilled. I don't read the news to learn somethinc new--1 read it to confirm what I already know: the house was never stable. It just looked that way when you were too young, too white, or too safe to see the cracks. And now those cracks are swallowing everything. This isn't going to be some meticulously sourced essay or policy deep dive. This is a confession. A personal purge. I'm thirty years old. Barely a decade into so-called adulthood. I was born in the mid-'90s-- a time when every adult in the room pretended like the past had been settled, that the future was ours, and the world was fine because they'd already done the hard work of making it so. The Cold War had thawed. The markets were booming. And democracy? That was a permanent fixture now, wasn't it? Like electricity or sidewalks. A solved problem But no one wanted to admit or confront the fact that the scaffolding was hollow Life was "good"---but only if you fit the blueprint: white, straight, Christian, male --or at least close enough to pass in polite company. For everyone else, the cracks wer… And now? Now that the fire has jumped the fence and scorched their own front lawns, there's shock. Outrage. As if this was some brand new nightmare that dropped from the sky But let's be honest: this-all of this--is old news to Black Americans. To Native peoples. To immigrants who crossed imaginary lines only to meet concrete cruelty. To everyone who's ever lived on the wrong side of power. The surveillance, the gaslighting, the systemic cruelty masquerading as law and order-it's been their America since the beginning. This country was forged ir blood and written in denial. What's happening now isn't new. It's just finally coming for the people who thought they were safe I won't pretend to be above the rage. I'm furious. Furious that at thirty, I already feel world-weary. That I've had to watch the promise of progress slip through my fingers before I even had a chance to fucking grip it. I'm not disillusioned--l'm precisely the opposite. I see the illusions for what they are. I've taken the tour Read the plaques. I know now that the "adults in the room" were mostly sleepwalkers in suits And yet, there's no joy in this vindication. Just the echo of missed chances, of roads not taken, of red flags ignored. I don't know what comes next. I don't know if we claw our way back or collapse into the same authoritarian abyss that swallowed other empires before us. I won't lie-I've been tempted to give in. To let the exhaustion calcify into apathy To let the rage curdle into cynicism. But I can't. I won't. Because that's exactly what they want. They want us numb, divided, and too tired to care. But I refuse to let them win. We are living through a dark chapter in our history. But within this darkness lies a rare and powerful opportunity: the chance to confront all that is rotten, cruel, unjust, and illogical in our society. To face it head-on and refuse to let it fester any longer. To reclaim the humanity that has been lost in the relentless pursuit of profit and power. We… Iremember the tail end of the '90s and the naive bliss of the new millennium. The chunky computers and cable news, the rising hum of the internet just starting to seduce the world. I remember not understanding what 9/11 meant, but sensing it was the end of something quiet and the beginning of something loud and vicious. And from there, it only escalated: wars for profit, mass surveillance passed off as patriotism, school shootings that became background noise, polarizatior so deep it tore through families, culture wars engineered to distract and divide disinformation weaponized as strategy, the criminalization of poverty, the erosion of reproductive rights, the rot of infrastructure both literal and moral. Meanwhile the rest of us were left to scroll and swipe and scream into the algorithmic void. I don't carry nostalgia for that era. But I do carry the fury of someone who came of age just in time to inherit the slow-motion collapse. I've voted in three presidential elections. I've marched, I've organized, I've been politically awake since I knew what politics was. And still, I find myself exhausted-watching as the structures meant to protect us crumble under the weight of indifference and old money and outright fucking fascism. And sure, not everyone is equally to blame. Some have always known the system was a rigged casino of white supremacy and corporate power. But let's not pretend like we all weren't complicit to varying degrees- lulled into the illusion that America's darkness was a thing of the past, not something we'd let fester in plain sight. Too many bought the lie that fascism was a phantom confined to history books-some ghost from Europe's attic, Iong exorcised. Too many white Americans in particular let their comfort calcify into apathy, mistaking peace for justice, law for morality. And truthfullv, if there has been one thing that has given me more aspiration hope, strength and persistence to push forward despite the exhaustion and cynicism, it is seeing the community of those who resist. The protests. The acts of defiance and resistance- -not violent, but human and compassionate, yet raging with passion and just anger. 1 see it in the comments on my posts, in the friend requests, in the online communities. I see more good people--not jus Americans, but people, fellow humans around the world, sharing in this strange, painful, beautiful experience we callife-trying to talk to each other, support each other, make sense of things, come up with plans, and embrace more humanity than we were once becoming dangerously distant from. So while I know there is a mountain of work ahead, I'm going to embrace it Because it's worth it--not just for my son and family, but for all individuals, all families, for all future generations. We have a responsibility to fight for a better world, to ensure that the values of compassion, justice, and dignity prevail over greed, hatred, and indifference. I know l'm not going quietly. I know that in this storm of disinformation, despair and deliberate dehumanization, I still believe in fighting--because it's the only thing that gives this cursed inheritance any dignity. So, like me, rage, if you must But rage with purpose. Rage like it's the last clean act of love left in a world gone mad. To anyone reading this who feels the same ache, the same grief, the same Tury or confusion or weariness: let it in. Let yourself feel it all--because that's what makes you human. Don't numb it. Don't run from it. Rage, mourn, cry, laugh, scream Then use it. Every drop of it. Let it sharpen your clarity. Let it guide your choices. Let it be your fuel. Because the fight ahead isn't short. But it is necessary. And it's not just survival we're after anymore--it's something better. Something more whole. This road forward is long and uneve…
June 14, 2025 at 8:47 PM