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My chud family members didn't like "politics" but "politics" didn't include rants about "thugs on the street"
and the like, and if I didn't like that topic, there wasn't much else they wanted to talk about but Gambo Thrones. Not too different from faculty chatter in the break room (by that I mean Gambo Thrones; the racism was lower key), and having to hear that shit twice in one day if I humored them enough to accept the invitation over (free food was free food) with the alternative being "nonpolitical" ranting about how many "welfare kids" they assumed my class had that shouldn't exist because their parents were presumably "bums that didn't deserve to breed" was kind of Jokerfying.
NGL it sounds terrible. My childhood was way before GOT and the mass homelessness we see today and I never had to hear a family member discuss those topics.
I'd struggle not to throw a punch.
Anyhow, I eat work lunches outside with a book. Even tho my work colleagues are mostly libs, it still saves my sanity.
The arrangement of the campus was such that I had to eat lunches in the break room or else I'd be standing around a bunch of students (including my own) looking like a dork or baking in the parking lot, and I didn't want to go through sunscreen every day just to escape DAE LE RED WEDDING and DAE LE SHAME hog talk.
I struggled with that, too. Though sort of like
getting that worked up over "weird," it sometimes helped to set them off in a way that hit them where it hurt. Like the host of those dinner parties I mentioned was such a chud that he almost tirelessly quoted 
, even the inflection and body language, to be "funny." He was obsessed enough to even have his hair done the same way. After his usual caliper-waving rants about who was and wasn't worthy to breed, I asked if he had a crush on 
He got so
and red in the face at that that he was screaming at the top of his lungs and flapping like an enraged goose, banishing me from the dinner party with everyone watching. He even flipped me off as I drove off and I waved merrily back at him. No more dinner party invitations, no more free food, but no more finding excuses not to go. That was a focus of the other chuds in my family in the area, so not much was lost but the free food. 