So You’ve Been Caught Supporting A Hungarian Neo-Fascist Paramilitary Group

It could happen to any of us.

You’re minding your own business, trying to fit in at your new job as a counter-terrorism adviser to the president, when the liberal media slanders your good name by calling you an Islamophobe. You’ve got it all wrong, you say. I’m not afraid of Muslims, I just think letting them come to America is national suicide and the Koran has made them all violent maniacs. No one listens to your reasonable explanation. You feel terribly misunderstood.

When you think it’s all boiled over, some jackanape viciously attacks you for wearing a medal associated with Hungarian Nazi collaborator Admiral Miklós Horthy. You plead for people to see reason – you’re just honoring the valiant anti-communist efforts of your former countrymen. Fake News has their fingers in their ears. “Nazi!” they scream. “Fascist pig!” Your feelings are hurt, but you stand your ground and the jackals wander off to find something else to feast on.

A month goes by. You’re convinced the unpleasantness is behind you now. You’ve made lots of friends at the office, and the higher ups really liked your presentation about bombing Islam off the face of the earth. Life is good… until some Hebrew publication finds out you backed the violently antisemitic Magyar Gárda Mozgalom militia way back when you were a Jobbik politician in Hungaria. That was forever ago! They were drinking buddies! I don’t *hate* Jews, I just… is it getting hot in here? I need to go to the restroom. Don’t wait up for me.

It’s a very stressful situation! You worry your past has come back to haunt you in a major way… and then the worry melts away. What’s the big deal? You’re not going to lose your job. Unlike the hard times you went through in the old country, you can do pretty much anything you want here and your boss will stand behind you.

You give a relieved chuckle, start up your laptop and log into Stormfront.

(Year Zero/Day Seventy-Five)