Gosh if I didn't know better I'd think this moonbat was my brother-in-law. He visited us a couple months ago, just after Christmas. I love him and I especially adore my sister-in-law. We only see them once in a blue moon and they've not visited us since we moved. He just can't help sharing his opinion about everything, whether anyone asks for it or not. He truly believes (and reminds me every time we see each other) that I totally indoctrinated my son by homeschooling him and keeping him isolated, teaching him patriotism and religion and junk. If I'd sent him to public school like a normal person, he might learn a different set of values (never mind he went to a public college chalk full of liberal professors) so he'd know better than to join the Marines. I told him I hope my son has my values or else I haven't done my job.
Anyway, no one wants to argue with the guy but he's just rabid. When he really gets going he can toss spittle halfway across the room! We kept trying to tell him "hey, your guy won, you don't have to be so pissed off anymore". I even put in a Cheech and Chong movie hoping he would distract him and mellow him out. But the man practically worships the chip on his shoulder...you'd think it was an extra nut or something. I finally got enough margaritas down him (I kept putting an extra shot of tequila in his) until he passed out. Unfortunately that wasn't until about 3:30 in the morning. I mean, we didn't even say grace at dinner out of deference to him, for crap sakes. Still, it'll be nice to see them again in about another 10 years.
Cindie