Every year, we are inundated with perpetually smug ‘Thanksgiving dinner survival guides’ for overly sensitive, safe-space needing progressives from Leftist rags who think they’re being clever. Inevitably there is always some crazy redneck uncle in a tinfoil hat, wearing flannel over his ‘No Fat Chicks’ t-shirt who is armed with several giant guns and who just so happens to be a Trump supporter at the dinner table.
Ok, maybe the t-shirt says something like, ‘Save the Whales, Harpoon a Fat Chick,’ but you get the gist. The uncle is always some HORRIBLE racist, sexist, bigot who chews and makes his more sensitive nephews cry, and THAT’S why they need a survival guide.
Yeah, it’s stupid. So very, very stupid.