/b/ - Random

My family's thanksgiving is always incredibly casual. When we host, we cook, we eat, then we go for a hike. This year, we hosted my dad's insanely large family from out of state. One of my uncles is actually clinically retarded, but we all have to pretend that he isn't, for some reason. My mom hates him. This was also the first time my boyfriend of 3 years came to our thanksgiving. He's a hat guy, but all of his hats are simple, tasteful, and minimalist, so I've genuinely never given them a second thought. Day of thanksgiving, while I was in the kitchen finishing multiple dishes, my retarded uncle pulls me aside to tell me that it's disrespectful for my bf to be wearing a hat inside near the dinner table. I could maybe see this as a fair argument if we had the nice china out, but we were about to eat off paper plates. There were 17 of us and no one wanted to do more dishes. I don't know how to answer, so I mention I'll pass along the message, but I thought (and still do) that it's wild and that kind of expectation has no place where paper plates are being used. I mention it to my bf, but tell him to ignore the comment. I also mention it to my mom, and ask her to handle my uncle if he makes another comment about or to my bf. Things continue just fine and I never hear about it again. My bf and I cut our visit a day short because 17 people in the house is too many and I'm overwhelmed. All is well. I called my mom today to apologize for leaving early and ask how the rest of my extended family's visit went. She apparently, is still incredibly pissed off about what my uncle said and tells me that she had a very serious conversation with him. She now has more reasons to hate my uncle and it's been causing arguments between her and my dad since. This was all over a hat. My boyfriend doesn't want to spend thanksgiving with us ever again.

You know that you live in the Twilight Zone when the US is a bankrupt warmongering police state and Americans look you in the eye and say that the USA is a peaceful and free country with a balanced budget.

About fifteen years ago our mom made us move to another, cheaper appartment. We received help from an uncle, a neighbor and a friend from middle school (I was in a different highschool than him.) It snowed that day the entire morning, and in the evening my uncle bought us a pizza each. We were delighted and ate them in front of a movie, I think it was Terminator or something.
My friend buddied up to my older brother who showed him how he was pirating games. They spent the evening playing Call of Duty I think and I was too tired to care anyway.

I think it took place a day or two after Christmas.
There was a misunderstanding with the municipality and they messed up the date to activate the district heating at the appartment. And because it was the holidays there was no way of getting a hold of them.
We spent two goods weeks just wearing and sleeping with our warmest clothes, drinking hot tea and soup at every occasion.
Fun times.

Wow.

Americans say people should be jailed for victimless crimes.