John Kass: How to survive a post-election meltdown on Thanksgiving
By JOHN KASS
Nov 24, 2016 | 6:00 AM
Many Americans, afraid of almost everything these days -- so afraid of being afraid that they're easily herded like political livestock -- will look to Thanksgiving with just one thing on their minds:
It's true and you know it. You're afraid somebody will say something. And you're afraid that you'll respond, and you will.
That's when the jellied cranberry hits the floor.
And Mom starts saying, "No! No! No!" and a Mr. Kass archetype shouts at you to move to Canada and don't come back, and soon, old and young are wrestling on the floor saying hurtful things like "I hate you!" that can't be unsaid.
I don't mean a timid sip of sherry either, but pounding down a series of scotch and sodas or Manhattans or martinis even before you reach for the lightly salted mixed nuts.
(And just as an aside, why is it that somebody always rudely picks out all the Brazil nuts and the cashews and leaves the peanuts? Don't you hate that?)
So drink instead, preferably on an empty stomach, and drink hearty.
Alcohol, which is often given a bad name at family gatherings, might make you happy and funny and content and tolerant of opposing views. It might cause you to compose limericks that make everyone laugh in thanks.
Or, when your conservative uncle says that democracy is really "two wolves and a lamb voting on dinner," you might just stab his hand with a fork, pinning it to your aunt's dinner table, as you smile and watch his eyes.
On second thought, don't use alcohol. But we have to do something.
What about segregation, not racial, which everyone knows is wrong, but gender-based?
Just send all those evil white males in the family down into the basement and lock the door. If you don't have white males at Thanksgiving, you're cool.
You don't have to be cruel. Toss a turkey leg down the steps; maybe send a child with a tray of queso dip and chips.
"I watch CNN, so why do I have to stay here with the uneducated?" another might bleat.
You: "Shut up and check your privilege!"
Don't give in no matter how they beg. Keep them in the basement until they're about 80 years old and relatively harmless.
Unless of course, there is a war or space alien attack; then you may let the young ones out to join the Army to defend us.
But for God's sake, keep those who are over 35 down there for a good 40 years until they're no longer dangerous.
After a few days, they'll begin to devour each other.
Now, you might get lucky and have a Thanksgiving gathering of people who don't give two figs for politics. But that means you have a house full of 7-year-olds and all they'll want is mac and cheese, so good luck with that.
But what if your liberal relations and friends start acting up on Thanksgiving?
They're agitated still. And they might be surly. You'll know they're spoiling for trouble if they say something like, "A book? You've actually read a book? Without pictures?" and titter into the backs of their hand.
Or, what if a few accuse the host and hostess of promoting a deplorable feast as gluttonous thanks to a Supreme Being that they insist does not exist?
"You're in charge of the means of production and you offer this groaning table while others are in need? What would Elizabeth Warren say?"
You can't very well lock them downstairs with the white males. So the best thing would be to just shut up and smile and apologize for everything. Don't provoke them.
Just stare at the festive holiday Jell-O on your plate, examining the floating fruit chunks in that horrid gelatinous mass, and give silent thanks that you're all together again in one house.