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A discussion broke out at my house last Thanksgiving. I welcome it. Things were fairly cordial until my sister blasted the invasion of Iraq as ... cruel to Iraqis! I'm afraid I busted a blood vessel ranting about torture, mass murder, rape rooms. I had to retire to a bedroom and pet the cat for a while.

I welcome discussion, too, until these in your face tactics took on a somewhat hostile tone. It seems to me, broaching the subject is one thing. Wearing anti-war buttons at Easter, and candidate t-shirts at Christmas is a bit rude.

Evidently they feel they must club us over the head with their positions in case we forgot where they stand.

Don't get me wrong, I was able to converse more or less pleasantly with this person and his date on both occasions, but as soon as an attempt was made to steer to politics I diverted my attention as normal debate and conversation and reason is not possible with them, I found out a couple years ago.