The “keep the peace at Thanksgiving” articles that are published every year with minor variations – this year’s flavor: impeachment! – tend to ignore the simplest solution: don’t go.
If your family has truly odious opinions, and they are bound and determined to let fly with them over a holiday dinner knowing full well people at the table disagree with them, why subject yourself to it unless you like fighting (which is fine!)? Make your own Thanksgiving traditions with like-minded friends. Visit your family at other times of the year when you can plan activities that keep everyone busy instead of sitting around the living room staring at each other for several hours while the bird cooks, waiting with clenched teeth for Dad to say “fake news.”
There was one time that one of my brothers and I were really going at it on Facebook, actually getting really nasty, as is normal when we have political discussions, since my brothers are right wing assholes. And another friend got on and said: Now come on stop it, you wouldn't do this if you were face to face. My response was to tell him that he had obviously never been to a Thanksgiving at my parents' house. It was the only thing my brother agreed with me on.
As I've noted ad nauseum, I don't understand the establishment media's certitude that Trump's reelection is assured. I mean, I get the Why -- because they're full of shit on the national affairs beat -- but the How. I still see every tailwind he had in 2016 gone.
The economy looks good enough -- except on the level of many if not most people's personal economics, for one.
But the petty resentments over bullshit, I dunno, I think it's going to be like death by a thousand cuts. In addition to all the other negatives, most voters are just going to be repelled by Donnie first and foremost. (I write of course hopefully because I have zero faith in the American voters.)
As for this issue -- which as someone parsing a shit ton of pinko blogs and websites regularly -- it was news to me that changing Thanksgiving's name was any sort of thing.
Whatever. As always, when it comes to those people, fuck their feelings.
I'm going to take the advice of someone I saw in Twitter and celebrate Thanksgiving in the most traditional way possible: I'm going to infect the neighbors with smallpox and take their land.
The Police Action On Thanksgiving was apparently over before anybody knew it happened. However, now that the Peace of Fox News has been signed, everyone can get back to planning for the next war.
Thankfully, it's been years since a family member called me a Communist after truly over-indulgence. The great American tradition of moving far away from one's relatives has mitigated a lot of potential argumentation.
But without segue, I watched "Home for the Holidays," the only Thanksgiving movie I know of, for the first time since 1995 and I note that the discussion of gay marriage has come a long way these past two and a half decades.
My family's not so bad: the grandparents generally keep their increasingly fascist opinions to themselves, the other likely offenders stay far away, my immediate fam's usually okay (one brother-in-law drinks enough to step in it upon occasion), and I'm often with friends anyways since I live so far away. So yay me, I guess. I kind of want a bit of drama, but I get bored of shitposting strangers.
I wondered where The War on Thanksgiving was coming from; good to find out it's just another way of framing Fuchs News' viewers bêtes noires and cementing their allegiance to unreality. Let's help them go over the edge. When Uncle Cletus starts in about the WOTday, mention that the progressives are now going after St. Swithin's Day. See if you can work him up to stroke level with it.
Aw geez, no one tells me anything. Another Special Action? I'm still exhausted from two Jade Helm tours with the Muslim Brotherhood training our valiant leftist soldiers to genocide Christians and Real American Patriots. Heck, just last weekend I pulled guard duty at a Walmart in Poughkeepsie (contrary to popular belief, even among comrades, Operation Jade Helm wasn't directed only at Texas -- Leader Obama was much too crafty for that!)
So when do I get my orders? It's already Indigenous Peoples Day, and I've got Black Friday trampling duty tomorrow in the the War on Christmas. Should I call Soros HQ?
One of the more confusing aspects of conservatism is the constant need to be angry. I mean, the need to convince yourself that leftists are "at war" with Thanksgiving. Isn't it exhausting? One reason I cut back on Twitter was because I got tired of waking up and instantly pissing myself off. I don't understand why they enjoy making themselves angry so much.
After it’s all over with (and I do hope there’s some drinking and good cooking along with the arguing — I’ve started doing all three already), may I recommend a fine late-night tonic in the form of the film BABETTE’S FEAST. “An artist is never poor.”
<i>Whither came this particular crop of brain worms?</i>
One so rarely gets the chance to be pedantic over archaic grammar, so I have to take the opportunity: the word should be "whence." Whither means "where to."
As far as I can see, a whole lot of the ethnic and racial stereotype entertainment used to be a way for the whitest people to acknowledge urges they'd rather not. You're not supposed to admit that you'd like some physical time with your sweetie? There's a 'coon song for that': "Shine On Harvest Moon". You're supposed to _embrace_ your six-day, ten-hour, work-week and not allow as how you'd be better-off if you didn't have to do? There's another one, "Everybody Works but Father". Our host has covered the Irish and family donnybrooks; I'm at a loss for a song in the genre about drinking—the closest to which I can come is for the Scots, "I Belong to Glasgow"—but enlighten me if you know of it or a vaudeville or variety routine. Wish you could put one over on everybody else? Monroe Silver was the American Quartet's Jew lead for "I Ate the Baloney", which also has a dig against seeking your reward in Heaven….
Not exactly the same, but a song that admits that Girls Got Urges Too and musicians can excite them, "Yip-I-Addy-I-Ay" (which has an orgasmic chorus), may deflect criticism by making their object a German musician playing around with a cello.
The “keep the peace at Thanksgiving” articles that are published every year with minor variations – this year’s flavor: impeachment! – tend to ignore the simplest solution: don’t go.
If your family has truly odious opinions, and they are bound and determined to let fly with them over a holiday dinner knowing full well people at the table disagree with them, why subject yourself to it unless you like fighting (which is fine!)? Make your own Thanksgiving traditions with like-minded friends. Visit your family at other times of the year when you can plan activities that keep everyone busy instead of sitting around the living room staring at each other for several hours while the bird cooks, waiting with clenched teeth for Dad to say “fake news.”
Anyway, Happy Indigenous People’s Day, comrades!
There was one time that one of my brothers and I were really going at it on Facebook, actually getting really nasty, as is normal when we have political discussions, since my brothers are right wing assholes. And another friend got on and said: Now come on stop it, you wouldn't do this if you were face to face. My response was to tell him that he had obviously never been to a Thanksgiving at my parents' house. It was the only thing my brother agreed with me on.
As I've noted ad nauseum, I don't understand the establishment media's certitude that Trump's reelection is assured. I mean, I get the Why -- because they're full of shit on the national affairs beat -- but the How. I still see every tailwind he had in 2016 gone.
The economy looks good enough -- except on the level of many if not most people's personal economics, for one.
But the petty resentments over bullshit, I dunno, I think it's going to be like death by a thousand cuts. In addition to all the other negatives, most voters are just going to be repelled by Donnie first and foremost. (I write of course hopefully because I have zero faith in the American voters.)
As for this issue -- which as someone parsing a shit ton of pinko blogs and websites regularly -- it was news to me that changing Thanksgiving's name was any sort of thing.
Whatever. As always, when it comes to those people, fuck their feelings.
I'm going to take the advice of someone I saw in Twitter and celebrate Thanksgiving in the most traditional way possible: I'm going to infect the neighbors with smallpox and take their land.
The Police Action On Thanksgiving was apparently over before anybody knew it happened. However, now that the Peace of Fox News has been signed, everyone can get back to planning for the next war.
Thankfully, it's been years since a family member called me a Communist after truly over-indulgence. The great American tradition of moving far away from one's relatives has mitigated a lot of potential argumentation.
But without segue, I watched "Home for the Holidays," the only Thanksgiving movie I know of, for the first time since 1995 and I note that the discussion of gay marriage has come a long way these past two and a half decades.
My family's not so bad: the grandparents generally keep their increasingly fascist opinions to themselves, the other likely offenders stay far away, my immediate fam's usually okay (one brother-in-law drinks enough to step in it upon occasion), and I'm often with friends anyways since I live so far away. So yay me, I guess. I kind of want a bit of drama, but I get bored of shitposting strangers.
The right's metaphorical turkeys are a feast for the misinformed.
I wondered where The War on Thanksgiving was coming from; good to find out it's just another way of framing Fuchs News' viewers bêtes noires and cementing their allegiance to unreality. Let's help them go over the edge. When Uncle Cletus starts in about the WOTday, mention that the progressives are now going after St. Swithin's Day. See if you can work him up to stroke level with it.
Aw geez, no one tells me anything. Another Special Action? I'm still exhausted from two Jade Helm tours with the Muslim Brotherhood training our valiant leftist soldiers to genocide Christians and Real American Patriots. Heck, just last weekend I pulled guard duty at a Walmart in Poughkeepsie (contrary to popular belief, even among comrades, Operation Jade Helm wasn't directed only at Texas -- Leader Obama was much too crafty for that!)
So when do I get my orders? It's already Indigenous Peoples Day, and I've got Black Friday trampling duty tomorrow in the the War on Christmas. Should I call Soros HQ?
One of the more confusing aspects of conservatism is the constant need to be angry. I mean, the need to convince yourself that leftists are "at war" with Thanksgiving. Isn't it exhausting? One reason I cut back on Twitter was because I got tired of waking up and instantly pissing myself off. I don't understand why they enjoy making themselves angry so much.
After it’s all over with (and I do hope there’s some drinking and good cooking along with the arguing — I’ve started doing all three already), may I recommend a fine late-night tonic in the form of the film BABETTE’S FEAST. “An artist is never poor.”
<i>Whither came this particular crop of brain worms?</i>
One so rarely gets the chance to be pedantic over archaic grammar, so I have to take the opportunity: the word should be "whence." Whither means "where to."
And then there's this, the best TV Turkey Day show ever and you know I'm right:
https://www.vulture.com/2019/11/wkrp-in-cinncinati-best-thanksgiving-tv-episode.html
With regard to the fighting Irish:
As far as I can see, a whole lot of the ethnic and racial stereotype entertainment used to be a way for the whitest people to acknowledge urges they'd rather not. You're not supposed to admit that you'd like some physical time with your sweetie? There's a 'coon song for that': "Shine On Harvest Moon". You're supposed to _embrace_ your six-day, ten-hour, work-week and not allow as how you'd be better-off if you didn't have to do? There's another one, "Everybody Works but Father". Our host has covered the Irish and family donnybrooks; I'm at a loss for a song in the genre about drinking—the closest to which I can come is for the Scots, "I Belong to Glasgow"—but enlighten me if you know of it or a vaudeville or variety routine. Wish you could put one over on everybody else? Monroe Silver was the American Quartet's Jew lead for "I Ate the Baloney", which also has a dig against seeking your reward in Heaven….
Not exactly the same, but a song that admits that Girls Got Urges Too and musicians can excite them, "Yip-I-Addy-I-Ay" (which has an orgasmic chorus), may deflect criticism by making their object a German musician playing around with a cello.
I have the perfect response to my MAGA FIL. I start laughing my ass off until he's too embarrassed to continue.