Don’t talk about politics at the dinner table

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Don't Talk About Politics At The Dinner Table

Everything was going fine until Grandma brought out the roast Palestinian child for dinner. “Who’s hungry?” she chirped, a small honey-glazed human corpse on a platter in her arms. “I am!” said Grandpa. “Oh boy!” said Tommy. “OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK??” Susan shrieked. “Jesus, Sue, my ears,” said Ellen. “What’s wrong, honey?” Grandma asked, frozen in shock. “That’s a dead kid! Why the fuck is there a dead kid on that plate??” Susan yelled…