Grimm 
Congratulations to everyone reading this on living to see an era wherein sober super-serious people called "thought leaders" expect me to have an earnest debate on whether it is ok to discriminate against bigots.
Y'know, when you call someone a Nazi, it pretty much just ends the conversation. And then where will you be? Not talking to Nazis, is where. Having shattered your lifelong dream of having a pleasant conversation with Nazis. Who even wants to imagine that kind of hell.
D. G. MarshallMy grandfather was a POW in Germany during WWII.
He spoke of being slave labour on the farms, so hungry they pulled huge purple onions from the dirt, and ate them raw, tears streaming down their faces. Hiding their "theft" from the guards.
He spoke of the time a cat wandered into their camp full of hungry men.
"You didn't!" cried my grandmother.
"No," he said, his voice breaking, even 30 years later. "By the time it got to me, there was none left."
And while they may not have a personal connection like mine, they can read. They know what the Nazis did to Jewish people, disabled people, LGBTQIA people, Roma people.
And they look at something that should only be in the History books, and they say, yes, let's have that happen all over again.
johne@davidtheeviloverlord @GrimmReality My grandparents were in a similar situation. My grandmother told me that once the only thing they had to eat was bread they made from burnt flour. Flour that had been in a warehouse that caught fire. That was all they could get from the Nazis.