GUEST COLUMN: How to Own Your Obnoxious Fauci-Loving Nephew (and Other Libs) This Memorial Day...

This Memorial Day weekend, many families will gather together for the first time since the COVID-19 "pandemic" empowered four-eyed bureaucrats to dictate how free people should live their lives. It's a time for grilling meat, throwing back Bud Heavies, honoring our fallen soldiers, and watching the Indy 500.

If the past year has taught us anything, it's that time with family is something to be cherished. As Counting Crows (feat. Vanessa Carlton) observed so eloquently on the eve of the Iraq war in 2003: "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone."

Alas, this time together has become increasingly difficult to cherish these days due to the fact that most families have at least one obnoxious lib who is incapable of having fun. It's not like it used to be. Libs these days bear no resemblance to the longhaired hippie peace freaks who just wanted to get high, listen to Skynyrd, and fool around in the mud. They don't care about any of that. They just want to lecture everyone about inclusive equity and white fragility.