Here’s a cringe-worthy story on how the family of the woman killed last year in Charlottesville has kept her grave secret to keep it from being desecrated by Neo-Nazis.

Forget the minimizing term Neo-Nazis as there ain’t nothing Neo about them.

What gets me is that my father fought and helped defeat the Nazis in WWII as a seventeen year old kid from South Boston. His unit built the bridges that Patton’s tanks rolled over. Here’s a commemorative map of their campaign that sits over my desk.

And, yet, we, as a society, are tolerating Nazis in our midst?

What the hell kind of Hell are we living in?