Most likely, his beliefs that led to this have to do with the term “national socialist”.
And I still have another whole day of Visiting Family For Christmas to get through - while doing my best to not end up talking politics, because whenever I talk politics with relatives, someone calls me a Stalinist, and one of the Hungarian nationalist nutjobs on Dad’s side of the family loses it on me about '56 as soon as I agree I’m a Stalinist just to shut the McCarthyist up. (At least tomorrow I’m seeing Mum’s side, Dad’s was yesterday and part of today, politics came up but I didn’t get called a pinko or anything worse and no one started up at me about '56, thank the heavens.) Ugh, someone please shoot me.
I know that. But a fight with my teenage brother, who already hates my guts for other stuff and really hates the authoritarian left and thinks Stalin was worse than Hitler, over it is never worth it. Dad’s dad I can afford to piss off, but Dad and my brother, I have to ride home with and live with after.