My wife and I had our daughter's birthday party Saturday. Lo and behold, our 20 something entitled liberal nephew showed up out of the blue.
He's been thrown out before, but we figured he might behave this time due to it being a child's party.
Nope. He had so little self control that, not 15 minutes after he arrived, he goes on a completely unprovoked tirade against Trump and all of his family being vile racists. Completely full of profanity and in front of my 11 year old daughter. I, being in the kitchen doing something, only heard him when he began shouting really loudly. I knew shit had hit the fan when he started yelling expletives at my wife.
By the time I got into the room my wife and daughter had retreated into the bedroom to get away from the maniac. He was in full rage mode. I grabbed the pinata stick ( a sawed off broomstick) and whacked the SOB. I then picked him up to his feet and shoved him out the door. His mom, who is wholly to blame for raising the bastard that way, grabs all the gifts the two of them brought and left with the son.
Sorry, I just needed to vent. I've been fuming all weekend. How do these grown children expect us to take them seriously if they act like this? I'm supposed to be okay with people like this ruling out country? They can't not ruin a child's birthday party, let alone run a country.
Consider me learned...err, taught.
Stick with it, feel zero guilt, in fact feel proud.
Just because he's family means nothing if he doesn't act like it too.
I only feel guilt for hitting him. Completely fine with cutting him off.
We'll probably have to cut off him mom, too. She's has a habit of inviting others to things that she's not hosting. Which is how he showed up Saturday.
She needs to learn the way of the pinata stick, too
I need Goku's power pole.
You should have hit him harder you might have gotten a prize or cans.
Send her a copy of Emily Post's book on manners. She apparently only thinks of herself. Good manners are when you think of others.
Better the pinata stick than the boom stick.