Something I’m noticing a lot of lately is people going, “Why can’t we all just get along?”

And that’s a great question when it comes to pizza toppings.  Personal preference is a good thing in matters of taste.

But then we come to things like the asshole uncle at the Thanksgiving table.  “Just ignore him,” people whisper as he rants, drowning out other people’s conversation.  “We just need to get along for one day.”

That’s a choice.  It’s not a neutral one.

Giving everyone a seat at the table involves conflict, and it involves telling the asshole uncles to get out of your house if they can’t abide by the rules.

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