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As Democrats make lists, remember that communists gotta communist

The Democrat party’s sudden lust for lists shouldn’t surprise us. That’s what communists do: They make lists and then purge their enemies.

By now, it’s old news that AOC and her squad members are taking down the names of people they intend to destroy once Drool-meister Biden, much like Paul von Hindenburg in 1933, is installed in office, with Kamala “Defund the Cops” Harris waiting in the wings:

As you contemplate the last entry in that long, long thread, keep in mind that AOC, despite being frighteningly stupid and ill-informed is the face of the modern Democrat party. Also keep in mind that AOC’s call for an enemies list, as well as her supporters’ willing responses, should not be a surprise because this is what victorious leftists do.

A few years ago, I was in Hue, Vietnam, which was a major area in which the Tet Offensive occurred. This was the battle that the U.S. military won but that the leftist in America ensured that America lost. What many people don’t know is that, while American leftists were snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, the people of Hue paid a terrible price. The Viet Cong slaughtered thousands of civilians as part of the usual purge that takes place when leftists are ascendent. My tour guide in Hue still remembered those days. “They were terrible,” he said. “So many died.” Maybe my imagination was working over time, but as I stood there at the Citadel, which still shows its battle scars, I could feel a terrible sense of grief wash over me.

Giovanni Guareschi, the anti-communist who wrote the delightful, gently humorous, and intensely humanist books about Don Camillo, the priest in Italy’s Po Valley, and his relationship with the town’s communist mayor, Peppone, knew all about purges. In Don Camillo and his Flock, a collection of short stories published in 1952, the story entitled “The technique of the coup d’etat, involves the town’s perception, during a complete blackout, that the communists had achieved a massive victory in the Italian election:

[The town’s communists] sat around uneasily by the light of a candle stump and cursed the power and light monopoly as the enemy of the people, until Smilzo burst in. He had gone to Roccaverde on his motorcycle to see if anyone had news and no his eyes were popping out of his head and he was waving a sheet of paper.

“The front has won!” he panted. “Fifty-two seats out of a hundred in the Senate and fifty-one in the Chamber. The other side is all washed up. We must get hold of our people and have a celebration. If there’s no light, we can set fire to a couple of haystacks near by.”

“Hurrah!” shouted Peppone. But Gigio grapped hold of Smilzo’s jacket.

“Shut your trap and stay where you are!” he said grimly. “It’s too early for anyone to be told. Let’s take care of our little list.”

“List? what list?” asked Peppone in astonishment.

“The list of reactionaries who are to be bumped off first thing. Let’s see now…”

Peppone stammered that he had made no such list, but the other only laughed.

“That doesn’t matter. I’ve a very complete one here all ready. Let’s look at it together, and once we’ve decided, we can get to work.”

Peppone and the others born and raised in the town are uncomfortable. After all, while they preach communism, they still make sure that Don Camillo baptizes their children. And of course, most of Guareschi’s books are about the deep friendship behind Don Camillo’s and Peppone’s moral and political rivalry. Gigio, though, is cut from a purer cloth, kind of like AOC and her squad:

At this point Brusco came into the discussion.

“You must be crazy,” he said. “You can’t go around bumping people off without thinking it over.”

“I’m not crazy, and you’re a very poor Communist, that’s what you are! These are all reactionary pigs; no one can dispute that, and if you don’t take advantage of this golden opportunity then you’re a traitor to the Party.”

Brusco shook his head.

“Nothing doing! It’s jackasses that are traitors to the Party! And you’ll make a jackass of yourself if you go around making mistakes and bumping off innocent people.”

Gigio raised a threatening finger.

“It’s better to eliminate ten innocents than to spare one individual who may be dangerous to the cause. Dead men can do the Party no harm. You’re a very poor Communist, as I’ve said before. In fact, you never were a good one. You’re a weak sister, a softie, I say; you’re just a bourgeois in disguise!”

With those threats in the air, Peppone and the other local communists fall in line — at least they appear to do so. Since this is Don Camillo’s little world, what they actually do is sneak over to Don Camillo and warn him. At the end of this dangerous night, the radio returns, the announcer says that the Front lost, and sanity returns. “Only one man didn’t escape and that was Gigio. He was proudly waiting for orders to set off the green rocket and, instead, he got a volley of kicks that left him black and blue all over.”

Guareschi wrote with charm and humor and he had great faith that the Italian character would rise above communism. Nevertheless, having experienced World War II and the attempted communist takeover in Italy after the war, he fully understood one of leftism’s most powerful urges: To purge and punish.

After all, while leftism often uses the ballot box to gain political control, it will always use the police state to maintain political control. And the easiest way to do that is to destroy your political enemies immediately so that everyone else in leftist-controlled societies learns a lesson: You will be ruined if you fight us. For now, we’ll destroy you economically but understand that, as we consolidate our power, we’ll have more options for enemies of the state.

We better hope Trump wins at the end of this election cycle because the alternative can be very ugly indeed.