He's not wrong. That's exactly what the left is doing. They're replaying the 1930s, except they're playing the part of the bad guys.

To be fair, they are the Weimar Germany, to our Nazis.

It's just our strong man isn't crazy enough to do a land war with a communist nation that uses soldiers as bullets. Or want to genocide people.

These people and their pretensions.

I like to think I'd willingly join in burning books about tranny shit and children consenting to sex, then help run the authors out of the country. Hail Victory!

If you've ever wondered what you do in 1930's Germany...

I look at what you did in 2020.

You have crimes against humanity to answer for.

look to 2021 to see what they would have done in late 1930s Germany

https://press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago/511928.htm

An excerpt from

They Thought They Were Free

The Germans, 1933-45

Milton Mayer

"To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it—please try to believe me—unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, ‘regretted,’ that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these ‘little measures’ that no ‘patriotic German’ could resent must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.

"How is this to be avoided, among ordinary men, even highly educated ordinary men? Frankly, I do not know. I do not see, even now. Many, many times since it all happened I have pondered that pair of great maxims, Principiis obsta and Finem respice—‘Resist the beginnings’ and ‘Consider the end.’ But one must foresee the end in order to resist, or even see, the beginnings. One must foresee the end clearly and certainly and how is this to be done, by ordinary men or even by extraordinary men? Things might have. And everyone counts on that might.

...

"You see," my colleague went on, "one doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even talk, alone; you don’t want to ‘go out of your way to make trouble.’ Why not?—Well, you are not in the habit of doing it. And it is not just fear, fear of standing alone, that restrains you; it is also genuine uncertainty.

Those of us who can see are outcasted and labeled insane.

Its hard to read this and not see the parallels. Scary times.

The world you live in—your nation, your people—is not the world you were born in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed.

This hits hard.