I laid down a carpet-bombing that lasted a full two weeks onto Facebook, every horrible, terrible thing I could source, meme I could grab, and fact I could post, in a strategic, all out assault of leftist ideology.
The family got shook, I got sent a ton of messages, had a shit ton of fights, saw every one to the end and got to a point where every combatant got to the well, we can’t talk about politics with you phase.
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Thanksgiving? Nothing. Zero. Nada. No one said the word Trump once.
Christmas? Exactly the same. It’s as if it happened in 2014. Not a single word of politics anywhere.
They knew I’d go off like a Roman fucking candle, no mercy, zero prisoners if so much as the word truffle was misspoken and I only heard the tru-.
You’re their family member too, you know. They have every right to dread your mouth as yours does theirs. I say give them damn good reason.
You’re their family member too, you know. They have every right to dread your mouth as yours does theirs. I say give them damn good reason.
I keep the peace for my mother’s sake and the fact that I have no interest in any of the rest of the family. Otherwise, I’d consider lighting a fuse. Hell, if it wasn’t important to my mother that, after long years of struggle, she gets to have a semi-normal family life, I’d not even bother going.
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I laid down a carpet-bombing that lasted a full two weeks onto Facebook, every horrible, terrible thing I could source, meme I could grab, and fact I could post, in a strategic, all out assault of leftist ideology.
The family got shook, I got sent a ton of messages, had a shit ton of fights, saw every one to the end and got to a point where every combatant got to the well, we can’t talk about politics with you phase.
HALLELUJAH.wav
Thanksgiving? Nothing. Zero. Nada. No one said the word Trump once.
Christmas? Exactly the same. It’s as if it happened in 2014. Not a single word of politics anywhere.
They knew I’d go off like a Roman fucking candle, no mercy, zero prisoners if so much as the word truffle was misspoken and I only heard the tru-.
You’re their family member too, you know. They have every right to dread your mouth as yours does theirs. I say give them damn good reason.
I keep the peace for my mother’s sake and the fact that I have no interest in any of the rest of the family. Otherwise, I’d consider lighting a fuse. Hell, if it wasn’t important to my mother that, after long years of struggle, she gets to have a semi-normal family life, I’d not even bother going.