Doesn't everyone already knew there is no sense in speaking logic to a person that is genetically flawed as his nephew seems to be?
The best you can do is stay back out of the way and let the future give him what he yearns for.
He pulls out a talking point, you pull a sneer. He waves printouts, you twirl a bar of soap in a sock. Because the first rule of Thanksgiving is "Not at the table".
A winning tactic for us female rednecks is to agree and sympathize and lead them further down the rabbit hole until their eyes glaze over. Make it offensively clear that they are being "matronized." Because I agree, logic is wasted on the safe space crowd. And if you lack muscle mass, testosterone levels, or military experience, treacly concern is a good substitute. If you have the $ to waste, bring along cheesy-looking "vegan" frozen entrees as bait. For male enlightened ones, a fuzzy onesie in a girlie color is an appropriate gift. I did this last year to a "gender-questing" date someone brought. They left early and there was more rum pecan pie for the rest of us.
"I was flying Ranger battalions into Grenada in ’83. I spent Thanksgiving there, and believe me, we didn’t have any damn printouts. We had a war, son:
What sort of pansy thinks that Reagan's Grenada diversion- A Marx Brothers farce at best, was a war?
It was a diversion from the Iran-Contra crimes.
Thanks for keeping us on track even in the humor items.
The turkey on the table acts best. It had no choice.
The turkeys round the table act worst. They had choices and chose the sad and bad.
The lesson offered: get fed-up with yourself. Thanksgiving is beyond your ken.
Hey Bill: I hit Grenada a glancing blow on the way to Beirut, and later ended up in Kuwait City. In each case, the little inside joke was "Well, it's not much of a war, but it's the only war we've got."
I also dabbled in Nicaragua. Anything we did to hobble the Sandanistas is good in my book. Those talking-point print-outs are made from the pulp of beams found in eyes.
...did I carpet bomb your safe space? Mercy. Good stuff.
Bill Jones - I was already retired when Grenada came along. But, I took 130s into and out of quite a few no-name hot spots in the '50s-'60s rescuing American civilians, and it was no cakewalk. They were places that didn't even make the papers or evening news, but when you're getting shot at on approach and takeoff, it's a war as far as you're concerned.
The father showed an incredible level of self-restraint. The 'kid' is a mental case. A selfishness that is too 'normal' in our society today.
A very good re-read Gerard, kind of like Fields of Fire by James Webb. I have to pick that up again every couple years....
Otherwise, the father would have punched the kid in the face and thrown him upstairs.
The long and slow corruption of our spirits by the truth-less public education of our children and the absence of spiritual values.
This is exactly what has gone wrong with what used to be a Christian America. Unfortunately, we must look forward to much more of the same in our futures, - only worse.
Darwin be praised.
Darwin will make mincemeat out of turdbots like these.
The video is acted. But a great job on the scene.
The video is acted. No one I know gives the thanks after the plates are filled. However this same scenario is acted out, including real violence, in thousands of homes all over our country, every single day.
Talking about Pansy-asses
"When I was his age, I was flying Ranger battalions into Grenada in ’83."
Ah yes, against the formidable Granadan army, both of them.
What a wuss.
They were plenty formidable when they start throwing granades.