"It is the goal of the dedicated Thanksgivingman, then, to achieve the sublime art of giving offense without offense being taken.
My basic strategy is thus: It would be as rude of you as it is rude of your cretinous grownchildren [young and progressive] kin to allow a Thanksgiving dinner into a stupid game of Rachel Maddow Talking Points and their rebuttals.
So, rather than confront the unemployed idiots who will be assailing you, I propose instead to superficially avoid conflict and engagement on their dummy mouthflappings, and appear instead to agree with them."
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Ah, Thanksgiving. My strategy is more or less to not show up. I remember when it was considered impolite to discuss religion or politics.
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Worst dinner I ever attended was at my sister's place when she was in her young raging feminist phase. All the women present were also feminists. So, and this is what astounded me, they talked exclusively to each other. The men were simply not included in the conversation. I've marveled at the level of sheer rudeness ever since.
No, you were lucky.
They could have been talking at you.
I've never had anything such as these right wing sites prepare us for. Not ever.
There were other disruptive things that happened, and holidays tend to shove people's behavior out of kilter, and I am sensitive to everyone behaving a bit differently, and all that all at once, but never anything political. Nothing so silly as that.
This online existence is a political life.
If anything, it would be me asking them and they would find the line of questioning odd and the answers I'd get would be too dismaying to pursue. I did try this, but not for a banquet. No fun starting all over at the beginning and restructuring the entire political cosmology. No. That would not do.
And no point in asking, "So how did all that hope and change work out for you? " Because the only thing I'd get back would be partial and disjointed incoherent unsynthesized nonsense.
My sister-in-law asked in the car full of people, "Who are these tea party people anyway?" Nobody in the car knew. Not one.
Bless her heart. Had I gone so far as describe tea bagging it'd end up a story they'd never stop telling.
I can't think of a single time my extended family ever discussed politics or religion except to talk about safe topics like how awful 911 was or how veterans needed more help. Years ago, Vietnam would come up, but even then only the mainstream positions were discussed.
I must have an odd family.
There's a couple of military men in our families, so we mostly just defer to them.
Ever year at this time, it's party like you're in Salem, Massachusetts of 1692
ricpic said...
Worst dinner I ever attended was at my sister's place when she was in her young raging feminist phase. All the women present were also feminists. So, and this is what astounded me, they talked exclusively to each other. The men were simply not included in the conversation. I've marveled at the level of sheer rudeness ever since.
Well, this is called misandry and should have been pointed out to them in no uncertain terms that they were being sexist gas bags. But it's your sister, so I'd assume you would have said that lovingly.
My family thanksgiving get togethers are a fucking hoot. No one stays quiet, everyone gets in their punches, then we all drink and start laughing our asses off at our younger days. By then the olds are asleep on the couches, the youngs are running around, and the middles are all praying to god they don't become like the olds. good times
With my family it's a waste of a beautiful holiday. I love Thanksgiving. This past year I bought two vintage platters with turkeys on them. But there is always stress because two family members don't get along. I bailed this year, but next year they can suck it. I will rule that meal.
Kid, all you can do is avoid the bad guys and hang with your buds, family or otherwise.
We have our first grandchild here for Thanksgiving. Gianna is already a diva @ 7 weeks. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Congrats, Grampa, what a special, special time.
Thanks, deborah.
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