I therefore devote a great portion of the day to watching football games, drinking copious amounts of scotch and red wine and studiously avoiding any mention of politics. If provoked into such a discussion, I have learned to smile broadly and politely decline comment while instantly offering one of several jokes memorized for precisely such a moment.
After dinner, I now traditionally excuse myself along with my like-minded cousin from Florida, and then step outside to smoke cigars, laugh about how much we can't stand Democrats and discuss our most recent firearms purchases.
Happy T-Day, all!
I dare you to wear your “Socialism Sucks” t-shirt.
So you're related to "Bernie" Corzine, eh?? Tell him, for me, to start packing his clean undies and toothbrush.