within a week i'll be with my oldest brother, a racist foxbot who may try to laugh in my face. I'm fantasizing, or preparing if you prefer, my response. I did tell my son yesterday that I won't be quiet anymore. I won't start it but if he does, it's on.
So anyhow. My fantasy, or plan if you will, is to shame him. "Why do you feel the need to kick me when I'm down? What pleasure do you gain by being cruel? You know as well as I do that we do not agree that the election outcome is a victory for anyone. Who are you trying to convince that it is? Because it isn't me, bro, it is not me."
Something like that. No screaming, no name calling, but shame. "What happened to your humanity, empathy, sympathy, respect, and compassion? You can see I'm suffering, why does that make you happy? What is funny about any of this?"
for context we'll be meeting in Idaho to visit our sister, who is declining from Alzheimer's disease. It's very likely that this will be the last time that all 4 of us are together in one place and all alive. We need to keep her needs front and center and leave all this other shit behind, and I like I said, I will. I'm not sure he will be able to do it. I refuse to remain silent any more. In the past I gave him 2 chances before I jumped in his shit. He literally said one absurd racist thing to my future DIL and I held my tongue, and he did not do it again. This time, nah. One episode will get a response. I'm thinking shame is the one thing that stands a chance of penetrating his crotchety old man foxbot veneer.