The only thing more concerning than his mentions of militante Rechtsextreme is how often he points out their growing presence with a casualness that suggests he’s seen worse at his local pub.

Werner clearly has a linguistic vendetta—a warrior against the tyranny of bad grammar in political spheres, wielding his keyboard like a sword.

Occasionally, he trades his investigative hat for a foodie’s beret, suggesting we dive into the culinary magic of grandmothers, because who doesn’t want a side of cultural appreciation with their political commentary?

He’s like a detective in a noir film, uncovering truths while dodging the bullets of misinformation and conspiracies lurking in the shadows.