“Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.” — Robert E Howard, The Tower of the Elephant, 1933.
There have been as always, a spate of articles about how to deal with political differences at family get-togethers during the holidays. The satire site, The Babylon Bee, had a great one:
November 27th, 2019
We’ve all been there: you’re sitting around on Thanksgiving eating turkey when your crazy uncle starts ranting about the deep state lizard people. It can really make munching on turkey awkward.
There’s a new solution, though, that promises to make Thanksgiving a lot more peaceful this year: an ejection seat that launches anyone who talks about politics into the stratosphere. Developed by Peaceful Families, LLC, the seat can detect talk about politics and launch the offender miles and miles into the atmosphere.
“As soon as you mention words like Congress, Washington, libs, impeachment, 45, Trump, Pelosi, global warming, or Obama, the system will kick in, launching its rocket boosters and propelling outta there so everyone else can enjoy their Thanksgiving dinner,” said Bob Paulsen, CEO of PF. “You’re welcome.”
“You wanna know what I think about impeach—aaaaAAAAHHH!!!” one test subject screamed as he was catapulted through the roof and over five miles into the air. “WAAA HOO HOO HOOOOOOO!!!”
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The Associated Press, among others, have had the more typical articles:
By Dan Sewell | November 27, 2019
CINCINNATI (AP) — Some people heading to Thanksgiving gatherings predict it’s not just the turkey that will get roasted.
Already polarized over Republican Donald Trump’s presidency, Americans are deeply split on a looming historic impeachment. Many families reflect the nation’s divisions, setting up heated holiday debates in households with a taste for politics.
Bryan Wright, of Cincinnati, said “impeachment will definitely come up” as a divisive topic at his extended family’s holiday meal. With a family representing a range of viewpoints including Trump supporters, he and his mother have been texting about the impeachment debate they expect.
“We would openly talk about that … but we have different ways of coming at it,” he said.
Wright is a longtime advocate of welcoming immigrants and helps lead Cincinnati’s efforts, something that relatives who support Trump’s push for a border wall with Mexico chalk up to his “liberal brainwashing,” he said.
Wright — whose wife, University of Cincinnati psychology professor Farrah Jacquez, is of Mexican descent — will gather with her family and his relatives at his parents’ home in Florence, Kentucky, after hosting two recent Thanksgivings.
That included 2016, right after Trump’s hard-fought election, when there was family drama over whether Trump-backing relatives from Tennessee would be willing to come to his house. They did but some voiced “some pretty awful views on immigrants and immigration,” he said.
There’s more at the original.
As it happens, we had our Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday, because my wife, a registered nurse, has to work Thanksgiving day; hospitals don’t close for the holidays. One of my sisters despises President Trump, and wants him impeached, while the other is a very strong Trump supporter. Guess what? We all managed to find things other than politics to discuss! There were nine of us there, and I don’t think that any of the words which would have triggered The Babylon Bee’s ejection seat were uttered. We all stuffed ourselves on turkey, stuffing, smashed potatoes and gravy, some sort of nasty casserole that my sister ruined by putting cheese in it, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin, apple and pecan pies. My nephew Nathan and I pigged out on the deviled eggs. The biggest potential bone of contention is Nathan’s love of deviled eggs and the fact that his girlfriend is allergic to eggs!
My wife and I disagree on politics, and she has been dutifully canceling out my vote for the past 40 years, six months and nine days, yet we still love each other and live together.
Thanksgiving at Martin O’Malley’s? Might not be a great place! From The Washington Post:
By Laura Vozzella | November 28, 2019 | 12:21 a.m. EST
A liberal ex-governor walks into a bar, followed by a conservative Trump administration official.
Instead of a punchline, what followed, one witness said, was a “shame-invoking tirade” by Martin O’Malley, the former Democratic governor of Maryland, directed at Ken Cuccinelli II, the former Virginia attorney general who is acting deputy secretary of the Department of Homeland Security.
The two political polar opposites crossed paths Wednesday night at the Dubliner, a Capitol Hill Irish pub popular on Thanksgiving Eve with Gonzaga College High School graduates. Both men attended the school, graduating five years apart in the 1980s.
Siobhan Arnold, who was visiting from Philadelphia, had just met O’Malley at the bar when Cuccinelli walked in. Soon the two men were face-to-face, she said, with O’Malley excoriating Cuccinelli over the Trump administration’s immigration policies.
You can read the rest yourself by following the link, but the upshot is that Mr O’Malley was shouting and behaving like an [insert slang term for the rectum here], while Mr Cuccinelli declined to respond and simply left.
So, Thanksgiving dinner at the Cuccinelli’s would probably be pleasant, with no one wanting to start a political fight, while today’s meal at the O’Malley’s, well if you don’t agree with the former Governor, you should probably decide not to attend.
The get-together at Dubliner was meant to be a pleasant gathering, to meet with old classmates and hoist an Irish ale together. Instead Mr O’Malley tried to turn it into political thuggery. He could have left his political opponent alone, but no, he had to try to start a fight.
If my two sisters, if my wife and I, can get along despite our differences in politics, why couldn’t Mr O’Malley have behaved like a gentleman and simply have ignored Mr Cuccinelli. They don’t have to be friends, they don’t have to like each other, but there was no need for Mr O’Malley to try to ruin the evening for everybody.
Quite frankly, Mr Cuccinelli was the gentleman in this situation, simply turning and leaving, when another man might have driven his fist into Mr O’Malley’s face. Had he done things differently, I wouldn’t have blamed Mr Cuccinelli one bit.
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