My father-in-law and I had a Christmas visit discussion a few years. He is a liberal ass. Voted for Obama...you are getting the picture. I try, for my wifes sake, to be amicable. But I have learned not to discuss politics with the bastard. Then somehow he started talking about conservatives...”worship THAT OLD RAG”, “THAT OLD RAG”. I said to him, ‘Excuse me?” He repeated his venom, and I could not take it any more. I essentially lit into his sorry ass and told him, “That Old Rag is the only thing that keeps the government from tearing off the doors to your house and taking any and all you have.” “I informed him he was idiot.” I did not ask him to pass the gibblet gravey to me on Christmas dinner.
Its a bad thing when you have to consider divorce just because of the in-laws. Been there...
It’s really painful to spend holidays with libs. Do you notice that libs are ALWAYS the first ones to bring up politics - even while you’re still trying to digest the turkey? They cannot control themselves! The are bad people with bad manners.
Reminds me of the first time I met my soon to be B-I-L.
Big Lib, retired College Professor. My S-I-L was gushing about what a wonderful conversationalist he is, but warned me not to discuss Politics since she knows I’m somewhere between Ronald Reagan and Attila the Hun.
So, the three of us are having a nice conversation about the guys grown Daughters and his Grandchildren, when my S-I-L excuses herself to finish up Dinner. She walks out of the room and this guy says to me, “so what do you think about that War Monger Bush?”.
My response was, yeah too bad he’s a RINO. He should have Nuked the Bastards after 9/11. He thought I was kidding, so we started talking about Nuclear Energy, which he hates. After I informed that more people died in Ted Kennedy’s Oldsmobile than died at Three Mile Island it was mercifully time to eat Dinner.
The rest is history. We are separated by 2000 miles, so it isn’t a daily problem for me. I wish you the best with your “confused” F-I-L.