Have you ever had a family breakup over politics ?

Unthinkable

I would never let political opinion come be between myself another member of the human race - never mind my family. If you let me have my say and don't start applying penalties, then all is well between us on the politics front.

Heated debates over Brexit yet no breakups.

No arguments in my house or between the wider family , I think we have one maybe two conservatives and anything to the right of that . One of my sister in laws was a champagne socialist as she was making her millions on the back of the NHS but funny enough doesn't engage in politics of any kind anymore . She says she is "done with all that"
I half jokingly say she has taken the 5th , but I love her really .

That's evil, taking the bribe to disseminate commie crap. No wonder this country is fucked with morals like that.

Some personal shit now. At about the age of 17 - which for me means 1982 - for a variety of reasons I became politically galvanised and became what I have been ever since, proudly left wing. My dad was a Daily Mail reading working class Tory. The political arguments we had from about this time were epic. But I still loved him as my dad. He still loved me as his son. I proudly waved in his face my banner proclaiming my intention to vote Labour in the next election. When the 1983 election was called for a date two weeks before my 18th birthday, as Thatcher did what she said she would never do and cut and run, my father taunted me relentlessly with the fact that I couldn't vote. An emotional experience that lends force to my belief that the voting age should be lowered.

And yet on the day of the election my dad quietly told me that for the first time in his life he had voted Labour. He said he was voting for me and not himself. We both knew his one vote would change nothing. The Tory candidate won - and was always going to win - by a large majority. But as a gesture I respect my dad for that. And it is all the more poignant because he died of a massive heart attack less than a month later. My dad hugging me when he said he was casting my vote instead of his own - the last thing I expected - - is my last memory of him apart from the one of finding him dead in bed. I do wonder if he somehow knew he did not have long left.

All of which goes to show that perhaps we should avoid posting after having a few drinks. Lol

We tend to laugh about it, say things like, they are completely bonkers, which is about the truth nobody denies that one.

Custard pies at 10 paces John....Thats how we settle our family differences...