Word: fascistically
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...Mussolini's place stood no democrat. Aging (71), stiff-backed Martinet Pietro Badoglio had never been counted an extreme Fascist. When the Blackshirts were marching on Rome he looked on contemptuously, offered to clean them up. He had opposed Mussolini's war against Greece, had become the scapegoat for the abject Fascist failure there. He had sided with high Italians who resented the alliance with Hitler and the swelling Nazi arrogance in Italy. The camera's eye had once caught him, alone and defiant among a group of officers, declining to follow the Duce in the Fascist...
...peace with terms, despite the Allied insistence on "unconditional surrender." Many an allied citizen, still troubled by Darlanism in North Africa, had reason to be troubled lest Savoyism crop up in the Italian peninsula. The U.S. State Department would not say whether it classed the House of Savoy as Fascist; neatly it put that issue up to the Allied military command in Italy...
...familiar echoing halls of the Palazzo Venezia he had summoned his cabinet and the tough, diehard party bosses, such men as Roberto Farinacci and Carlo Scorza, for a final tempestuous session. Then, perhaps, he had conferred with the King and Marshal Badoglio. One fact stood out: the Fascist Grand Council met the day before the resignation, its first meeting since Italy entered the war. Mussolini, the wily politician who had made just one big. but fatal, mistake in his fustian career, might hope that lip service to legality would pay him. One unkind rumor had him relinquishing his power...
From many sources came reports of Italy in upheaval. Bern and Stockholm told of peace riots in Bologna, Milan and Rome, of clashes between Italians and German soldiery. The Fascist Blackshirt militia, posted on the northern frontier, it was said, had been replaced by Badoglio's police; bad blood brewed between the factions; Italy might yet be plunged into civil...
...that glory the ashes were already thick. The dead face of more than one rival might flood by in Benito Mussolini's remembrance: Giacomo Matteotti, the murdered Socialist who defied castor oil and clubs; Italo Balbo, cut down when he grew too popular in the Fascist State. Then there was the dead face of his son, Bruno, a casualty of the war the father had glorified. Then the dead faces of those hundreds of thousands of men lost with the empire in Africa, the dead and fear-racked faces of millions of civilians fleeing their bombed homes...