Turkey Talk

by William Skink

My dad is a smart guy. I’ve benefited from his guidance on those occasions my own stubbornness didn’t get in the way. But my dad is the one person I got momentarily stuck in a political conversation with during Thanksgiving that highlights how little we are communicating with each other “across the aisle”.

I don’t recall my dad sharing his political opinions when I was growing up, but you better believe I shared mine as I was forming my anti-this and anti-that political positions. The anti-obama stuff because I continued to be anti-war really irked my dad, but he didn’t become a true-blue crusader until the orange menace arrived.

So there we are at the dining room table after the plates have been cleared. After earlier remarking on everyone’s good behavior in staying a-political, my dad makes some comment about how troubling he finds it that one side of the political spectrum believes in facts, and the other side doesn’t.

If I have not spelled it out explicitly, my dad is putting forth that only Democrats believe in facts.

My counter was that there are lots of facts out there, different facts that one can choose to emphasize or ignore, depending on the narrative you buy into. Dad wasn’t having that. His side was pro-fact, the other side wasn’t.

The argument was kept mercifully short by a sink full of dirty dishes and my realization that it was pointless to continue the conversation. Why bother?

Of course we are family, so we will keep bothering each other, and despite the bother family is truly the thing I am most thankful for right now, and it’s the thing I will most fiercely defend.

Happy Holidays.

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I'm an artist and citizen journalist living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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1 Response to Turkey Talk

  1. Eric says:

    Not unusual for his generation.

    My wife’s Dad was a union iron worker for much of his life, and he truly believed his SS money was in a strongbox in DC waiting for him, and that the rich Republican sunzabitches were out to screw over their own employees.

    He would be turning in his grave at today’s issues, such as waking up in the morning, deciding what sex you are, and if nobody believes you that you are a victim.

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