[Note: Not long ago, on social media, I told people to challenge comments, live or in writing, and fight back against the Left relentlessly.
We have a school class page on Meta. It’s non-political, but it gets violated, yet no one speaks up. A guy named Gary did by posting the attachment, said it was a great writing, and was condescending to those commenting. The comments were weak, though.
Here’s my response. Everything is now deleted. Fight these people.]
Dear Class of ’71 folks,
This page has stayed drama-free for years because we’ve kept politics out. Period. No left-wing screeds, no right-wing memes—just old photos, reunion plans, stories about friends we lost touch with, and those football games we barely remember winning (or the epic losses that still sting).
The vicious rant Gary posted—calling Trump a “festering carcass,” “prize hog,” “Klansman,” “back-alley creep,” etc.—didn’t just cross the line; it torched it. It’s not “clever writing” or some poetic call for unity (hilariously ironic given Gary’s half-hearted “sorry… we all need to COME TOGETHER!” non-apology). It’s a hateful, personal smear that directly insults anyone here who voted for Trump, supports him, or simply doesn’t buy into that level of venom. And let’s be real: plenty in this class voted for him—some for Harris, some third-party, some sat it out. Posting this garbage here isn’t innocent sharing; it’s a deliberate gut-punch to half (or more) of your own classmates, from an outsider who’s not even Crestwood ’71.
Gary, you dropped this bomb, apologized weakly, then kept escalating instead of deleting it like people asked. That hypocrisy is glaring—you claim to want unity while shoving extreme partisan rage into a nostalgia group. The author? Oliver Kornetzke, a far-left writer from small-town Wisconsin (Kiel area) whose stuff floods socialist outlets like Left-Horizons and Facts for Working People, plus his own Substack ranting about capitalism as a “death cult” and similar fire. This isn’t neutral commentary; it’s hardcore ideological bile from the radical left. It has zero place here—no matter whose side it’s on.
If you have any respect for your wife’s class, her explicit statement that it doesn’t belong, the dozens who’ve asked you to stop, and basic decency toward people you’ve never even met in person—remove it now. Stop with the “but it was well-written” excuses. This isn’t literature class; it’s a reunion page for folks in their 70s who want memories, not culture-war poison.
Save the political napalm for groups that crave it. This space is for Crestwood laughs, grandkid pics, teacher horror stories, reunion ideas—not imported hate from non-members.
Let’s reclaim what this group is actually for: catching up after 50+ years without the drama. Who’s got fresh photos from the last reunion? Grandkid sports wins? Ideas for next get-together? Drop ’em here.
Thanks (and let’s move on)
LAT









