Posted by Vita on August 01, 2000 at 21:05:34:
In Reply to: Mussolini posted by Elaine on August 01, 2000 at 17:43:51:
: : Dear Zapata,
: : Interestingly, This Devil's Advocate brought up quite a provocative, in fact, excellent point and a springbboard for a new debate. Indeed Hitler was a product of the reparations... quite wretched in their totality upon the German folk... deeply eating away at the national psyche ... By the way, yesterday's posts made me realize that I do not know enough about Mussolini, not nearly enough as Stalin. I do not know enough of his persona, his personal habits, did he commit the type of acts of hands-on violence Stalin did... etc. As I've said, Hitler seems to have had schizophrenia, more the handmaiden/servant/puppet, whatever, of the evil that was destined to descend upon Europe and Russia... while Stalin seems to have a clearer awareness and pleasure of his role... but what about Mussolini? Caucaescu, I had a lot of material and eyewitness accounts to study from, Caecaescu seems to be a bonafide sadist, no split personality there... but what about Mussolini?
: : Got to surf this wonderful wellspring of information called the worldwide web!
: Hi Vita -
: Benito Mussolini was nearly ruinous for Italy once he assumed all power onto himself. (He was not elected, but appointed as Prime Minister prior to his captivity of Italy under his fascist government.)
: He was far from good but compared to Stalin & Hitler, one might find him tolerable. Some would say he was an opportunist of very poor judgment; others call him evil.
: Here's a picture of his body after he was shot, beaten, & hung for public display. (Photo is property of D Lowe)
That photo brought back some shocking memories. No, I did not see this in real life, but I remember, when I was a little girl, eaves-dropping to my parents' conversations... they had actually witnessed these type of executions throughout Prague and Italy.... witnessed a young soldier boy, just a teen judging from the fact that he had no fuz on his smooth but bleeding cheeks... hanging upside down and his eyes burned out by cigarettes while still alive.
I was not supposed to listen to them reminiscing, my parens, that is, but it was a warm summer night and I could not sleep, so I got up for a glass water... and then as children are wont to do, eavesdropped to my parents who were sitting on the balcony, talking in low voices...
Thanks for the link, Elaine. I surfed it and now am threading further links. Much to absorb, much to think about.
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