My wife's only child is demonically possessed and devotes her entire existence to the Democrats. If a Democrat dined on children she would find a valid reason for support because they are a higher Satanism than the other side that is absolute evil. Her mother for mysterious reasons inaccessible to reason felt compelled to donate $30 so we could attend the Christmas party of a group of neighborhood Democrats outside our neighborhood in the somewhat more affluent Marina District. She expected I guess Christmas cheer in a restaurant on Union street called Perry's. So tucked in a back corner of the restaurant the two hour shmooze had zero Christmas anything, no food except crappy finger food, and rather cheap wine and sub-par beer, claustrophobia ruled as did the huge TV broadcasting basketball. We sat tucked into a table by the door to have air. Ok. I opposed buying tickets. My wife driven by pure emotion fought with me bitterly insisting we had to go and having gone she promptly within 30 minutes wanted to leave. Why? Too claustrophobic and too dull. Dull and claustrophobic it was indeed. Insofar as I could discern we were if not the oldest people there older people were invisible. On the other hand after a few wines I mellowed and amused myself by asking what people did for the Democrats. I did so to allow myself an opportunity to discuss 35 years ago when briefly I worked stopping Contra Aid for a Democratic party organization. Nancy Pelosi was recently elected then and wanted to stop Contra Aid too. Of course Democrats loved killing even then so the way they stopped military aid to Contras was giving them even more in Humanitarian Aid. This caused immense consternation amongst the employees who could not apprehend D.C. pretzel logic. Shortly thereafter the organization collapsed. In any case I amused myself cheerfully talking about being antiwar Democrat back in the day and amusing myself further by observing war was important for Democrats using the Ukraine as my example.
I added that in being pro-war Democrats betrayed their base. Unsurprisingly amongst under age 40 Democrats this was not grasped.
After one hour we left. Cheap wine, cheaper finger food, and no Christmas cheer and claustrophobia drove my wife to insist we leave. I was a bit disappointed. I enjoyed regaling the local yokels about history and watching eyes glaze over.
However for me even more amusing than chit chat was this button I post. I pondered it well.
I did not engage anyone about it. Too busy on my antiwar memories and explaining why I was an ex-Democrat. People did wear the button proudly though and had I more alcohol I think I would have struck up a Covid conversation with someone just again to watch them squirm.
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Well that was amusing. It seems you can enjoy yourself in any company.
I feel for your wife as she was expecting more whereas it seems you weren't
expecting anything, but got something out of it.
Quite enjoyable to see eyes glaze over when good knowledge is shared.
Beware of finger food at a Democrat party.
Unless you like body parts.