Have you noticed that when it comes to stressing out about the potential of a political conversation over Thanksgiving turkey, that it is only leftists who are in an annual panic, only our bubbled elites publishing pathetic primers on how to handle your Trump-loving Uncle Bob?
The left-wing Washington Post: When your liberal aunt shows up at Thanksgiving in Trump country
The left-wing Politico: This Is What It’s Like to Be the Only Trump Fan at Thanksgiving Dinner
The left-wing Esquire: This Thanksgiving, Don’t Fear the Five-Letter Word [Spoiler alert: T-R-U-M-P]
The left-wing HuffPo: “[W]hy I don’t want to go home for Thanksgiving this year“
The left-wing Guardian: How to avoid a fight about Trump during Thanksgiving dinner
The left-wing USA Today: Trump’s in the White House … What to do if you don’t want to talk politics
Need I go on?
So, other than this preening narcissism that drives leftists to bore everyone else into an early grave with all that incessant prattling on about their various neuroses, why all the crybaby anxiety over a Thanksgiving debate with Uncle Bob?
Two words: Ignorance and Cowardice.
Do not get me wrong, I am not talking about everyday, rank-and-file Democrats. They are not the ones writing and sharing their delicate angst over Uncle Bob daring to have an opinion. My mom loves Obama, despises Trump, but she lives in the real world and we will have a blast mixing it up today.
No, almost exclusively we see these stories composed by and shared by media elites, urban elites, left-wing activists, and college students — all of whom have one glaring thing in common…
They all live in velvet bubbles, in echo chambers, in safe spaces; in self-contained, hermetically sealed, well-guarded windowless castles built with mirrors that reflect only what they want to see — which is a reflection of their pure selves.
Naturally, then, Uncle Bob drives these provincial snowflakes crazy, he enrages and frustrates them, because outside of the confines of a television studio, newsroom, dormitory, and the social media block button, these leftists simply cannot handle open, honest, unfiltered, unregulated, un-rigged debate.
Because Uncle Bob reads and watches everything, not just CNN, not just media outlets that offer up The Sweet Feelz, he has his act together; he is ready for a debate. The smug, strident, sheltered, simpering, barely-employed pantywaist strutting around in his man-bun…? Not so much.
Most of us have seen this first-hand and up close, which is why on Thanksgiving we seek out our sullenly pierced metrosexual nephew. Watching Wokey McWokenWuss slowly fall apart (like this) under Uncle Bob’s common sense, real world experience, alternative point-of-view, and refusal to collapse into a puddle of Scarborough when smeared as an istophobe,” is what the holidays are really all about.
Once a sheltered, narrow-minded left-winger — be it a fake news-journalist, student, professor, artist, bureaucrat, or unemployed Womyn’s Studies graduate — is removed from Woke World and dropped into the diverse intellectual eco-system of Real World, they crumble like the little girls they all really are.
And if you sprinkle those crumbles on your sweet potato pie, it tastes a whole lot like winning.