My dad lost it on me a few years ago when I told him he couldn’t use the n-word, even to illustrate that it was a bad word. He only chilled out when I showed him like twenty Washington Post articles agreeing with me.

He also lost it on me another time after we looked up the Uyghur genocide on google images and couldn’t find a single convincing photo. He was calm then, but later in the evening I said that Biden was just as much of a child molester as Trump and he went nuts.

I haven’t really spoken with my parents in two years. They voted Bernie/Biden in 2020. I check my dad’s twitter likes sometimes (he doesn’t tweet anything) and it’s almost always very apolitical things he’s liking. When 10/7 happened he wrote a lengthy boring facebook post about how all violence is wrong, an opinion which strangely does not apply to Ukraine for some reason.

My parents and I stopped talking after I found a copy of like a comic book version of one of Timothy Snyder’s books in their living room. I looked at the book and it was just relentless in claiming that Soviets and Nazis were the same. We argued about it pretty vehemently for awhile and that was it. Mentally I’m actually doing a lot better without having to deal with them.