I ran into variations of this over recent years at family gatherings. It got worse and worse as everyone got older, more addicted to FOX news, and the Trump presidency. I've avoided all but immediate family for the past few years.

The most infuriating thing about reactionary shitbags is their entire identity revolves around the appeal of tough guy bullshit, but they're the biggest passive aggressive pussy cowards you'll ever know. "What's YOUR problem?" "I'm not saying anything!" when challenged on their tirade how it's unfair that white people can't shoot black people without being called racist.

The last get together with my cousin's side came shortly after such a tirade (and subsequent bitch-out when challenged). Burger patties and hotdogs laid out for dinner. Instead of using the fork to pick them up, my bitch-out cousin rummages through them with his hands, the same hands that had been handling newborn baby shit all week. "Can you use the fork? Please?...no? For my sake, please, use the fork?"

He mockingly presses his bare hands into the meat, asking why I'm still complaining.

"Ok, fuck me then. Here, they're all yours." I threw the handful of meat he'd touch at him.

A fight might have broken out, but I started laughing too hard at the sight of his douche face dumbfounded as a hotdog bounced off of it.

The sight of a shitbag having a foot long meat cock slap him across the face was the final image I wanted to close out that side of the family with.

I don't know if some people just fail to understand introverts, think they're helping or are genuinely malicious.

I can't tell you how many times I had to retreat back into my room or leave a gathering because one very loud person was, like, "HEY! LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP! EVERYONE! HEY! EVERYONE LOOK OVER HERE! LOOK AT HIM! FOCUS ALL YOUR ATTENTION ON HIM!"