Some (few) cherish them - mostly women, unsurprisingly, as it gives them unlimited opportunity to emote...Most go along, grudgingly.
The first, last & only one I attended took me with some sort of surprise! Not because mom & sis were both there and keeping their mouths shut, but due to the other male guest: the Sperm Donor put in an appearance. There had been no warning of this, let alone preparation, beyond being rushed off from school to my sister’s house, where I was ushered into the back yard, as if some glorious, wonderful surprise was to be had. I followed suit in silence, awaiting whatever great or horrible announcement should come...only to hear nothing.
As if to prompt, I raised my right hand to my ear & leaned toward mom. As the silence continued and drew out, I cupped both ears & stared across at my sister. Finally & in the most exaggerated way possible, I leaned toward “the old man” with both hands to my left ear. Since no one was going to say anything, I folded both arms in front & stared down at the ground, til everyone sort of fell out & went their own ways.
About a week or so later, mom let me know that Sperm Donor wanted to see & talk to me. I asked if he had not had ample opportunity to say something at the family reunion, and what he wanted to talk with me about. Receiving no clear or coherent answer, I declined. This illicited a lot of confusing emotionalism from her, ranging from fear to distress & tinged with carmelized bits of anger, so I took aim at the most logical point of origin, reminding mom of our countless hours in therapy and counseling, and all the progress we had made since the peace treaty: did she really want to squander all that on the empty, reconciliatory promises of a Johnny-Reb Neanderthal who had managed some way to remain sober for a few weeks in order to launch this blitzkreig of too little way too late? These thought-provoking statements and questions appeared to move things along to the next topic, and issues, so I was grateful, convinced I had scored a direct hit and successfully cock-blocked the Sperm Donor, who did us the honor of resuming his prior pattern of multi-decade abandonment.
All this of course, was long before I learned of such things as denial of visitation, restraining orders and the myriad other weapons with which Der Holy Mother KO$$ACK$chtaat arms neurotic femin$taazi hell-bent on wrecking families for fun and profit. Only recently have so many things become clearer that were deliberately hidden before. There’s going to come a time when it all gets sorted out to God’s satisfaction, which will far surpass any law and order of which this world is capable. In all the lies I was told about “the old man”, one glowing truth; one universal constant shown through: fanaticism. No form of collectivist authoritarianism is complete without it! In Sperm Donor’s admittedly-pussywhipped side of the family, there are two and only two kinds of people. They are mackerel-snappers, and the damned. If you do not blindly and unquestioningly follow every lie the Whore of Babylon’s magisterium pederasts tell, you’re as sure of Hell as if you were already there.
If it seems you may have heard this song before, don’t feel too terribly bad, because it’s literally everywhere. AntiFa, Isis, Khmer Rouge, Heaven’s Gate, Bolshevism,National Socialists, Inquisition, ad nausea. Fanaticism is the greatest way ever devised by Satan to ruin lives, families and entire countries. Chances are better than excellent that just before Cain bashed Abel’s brains out, he yelled something like “Do it MY way or Else, motherFUCKER!” You can say what you want for or against this political methodology but personally, I think it sucks all the chrome off a trailer hitch. Safe bet there are thousands of millions of corpses that, like Abel’s blood, cry out from the earth that it sucks, too. This all ties into the story about two months ago when I had to face the uncomfortable reality of how badly my sister was infected. All the genetic males had Stockholm syndrome from prolonged exposure to the “My way, or no nookie!!!” femiNAZIism (closet lesbianism) that so often accompanies Roman CULT brainfilthying, and of course the spirit of whoredoms with which all forms of earth/bitch-worshipping spiritualism are heavily laced. Deb - like her mom - was rebellious & seditious already enough without Whore of Babylon hasbara, so the indoctrination of dispensationalist EBWS resulted only in adding self-righteousness to the toxic mix.
Through all this a certain clarity arose as to just exactly what “the old man” wanted to talk to me about, and how wise Galt-in-Da-Box was to dodge that bullet
Take away their feminist cards
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