“Dear, we aren’t going to discuss that now.”
“Really, we aren’t going to discuss that.”
“Really? I believe you need to leave now.”
Ace has some great suggestions,
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 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.
But — and here is the point — a skilled Thanksgivingman will only appear to agree with the grownchildren to feeble intellects, such as those possessed by the grownchildren themselves. Instead of disagreeing with them — which will cause argument and anger — you will instead claim to agree with them, while in fact contradicting them, subverting them, of baffling them with statements that nearly, but do not quite, make sense.
however, that means listening to the bleatings for more than a few minutes in order to engage in the mocking.
It is a fine sport, I’ll agree. Yet, sometimes you just want to relax with some wine or Irish coffees after dinner without the verbal irritation … so a nice, politely worded sentiment along the lines of shut up or get the fuck out may be in order.
I really really hate the mean-spiritedness of Democrats and Obama sending forth their zombie hordes to fuck with one of my favorite holidays … They are the Westboro Church of Progressive Enlightenment and just as welcome at my Thanksgiving as Phelps and his mob are welcome at funerals.
Cranks, one and all.
Chewing the Fat
Bill Whittle and Stefan Molyneux discuss peak political correctness, cultural confidence and being the bigger dog.
http://davidthompson.typepad.com/davidthompson/2015/11/chewing-the-fat.html
I will paraphrase my favorite bit from Ace’s post:
“When someone is complaining about the easy availability of guns [yeah, right], mention a proverb that you cannot remember to whom deserves the credit: ‘The last people to arm themselves will be the first to enjoy the bounties of heaven.'”
That one cracks me up; I could easily see a progressive jumping on that as being “truthful” without realizing what has actually been said.
“Say, I read something interesting the other day. Seems they found out what happened to the missing Roanoke colony. Seems the same thing happened to them that would happen years later up at Plymouth Rock, that the Indians stepped in and helped them. But when it came time for the harvest feast like the Pilgrims up north would have, some idiot colonist decided to serve the Indians a tofurkey.”
My nephew had picked up some socialist mush a couple of years ago and I just asked him a bunch of question until it all fell apart. Never had to criticize his beliefs.
Happy Thanksgiving, Jeff, Darleen and all!
Happy Thanksgiving, with a special nod to Abe.
Greetings:
My father had a favorite way to demonstrate his disapproval of follow-on generations that went, “Next time you see your parents, tell them I said they still have some work to do.”
And as Mr. McGehee has dragged Roanoke into the discussion, I would like to add this. On my last library excursion, I took out Nathan Philbrick’s “Mayflower” mostly because I had enjoyed his “The Last Stand” previously (great maps but iffy basic premise). I’m only a couple of chapters into the former but it certainly includes a good deal of detail about that ship’s excursion to the New World and the subsequent results. While I was certainly prepared for some historical diminishment of of that great adventure, I was surprised to find that the Progressive (née Public) Broadcasting System had scheduled one of its “American Experience” programs that closely followed Mr. Philbrick’s work buttressed by a couple of talking historians and some talking writers. And, as if two hours of Pilgramatic tribulations didn’t anchor its teaching in the minds if its viewers, PBS followed it with one of its “Secrets of the Dead” programs about what was scientifically established as the murder and cannibalization of a young teenage girl in the Jamestown plantation. So, overall, it was a kind of “All your history belongs to us.” evening.
Among the many things that I have to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, is that I’m not one of them.
Happy Thanksgiving, ‘teins!
I’m making a note to use the tactic at the end of the article:
Darleen and everyone else. I hope your having a great Thanksgiving.
We had our first sticking snowfall this year today. Not a lot, but it’s looking a lot like winter has truly arrived.
I have arisen from the first food coma. Going in for the turkey sandwich–lettuce, tomato and a slather of Miracle Whip.
We had a quiet and uneventful Thanksgiving.
Not a socialist to be found.
Even though my wife had to work today, which resulted in our dining at Cracker Barrel, she will have a traditional day-after-Thanksgiving: leftovers.
She pretty much always brings home some of her meal, and tonight was no exception.
I had a peach pie take on entropy and revert to a cobbler when someone did not let it cool enough to gel.
Other than that we had a lot of dark meat and rice left over.
I was half afraid there would be door to door black friday salesmen or something.
Relatives were kind of quiet and not scared but…diminished in spirit? It was kind of an eerie day.