This is the way I heard it.

Ed and his little brother had a lot in common. Both were talented actors,

both were genuine patriots, and both loved Turkey with all the fixings.

Unfortunately, Ed was a staunch Republican, and his little brother a devoted Democrat.

And that was not a recipe for a peaceful Thanksgiving dinner.

Before the election, the brothers had bickered over everything. The economy,

immigration, taxes, race relations, the future of the Supreme Court, and of course, the border.

Their arguments were heated, but respectful. It was difficult for Ed though, because

as kid brother had been sedamped smug, like so many in the entertainment business, he had seen the

election as a fake complete. Ed's little brother not only believed the Democrat would win,

he believed victory would arrive in a landslide. All the pundits said so, all the posters said so,

and all the media agreed. Well, on November 8th, all that went out the window.

To Ed's great relief, and his brother's abject horror, the Republican prevailed.

And now, a few weeks after the most contentious election in American history, Ed was

trying not to gloat. So he concentrated on his turkey, as his little brother called for an

end to the electoral college. He enjoyed his mother's candied yams, as his little brother bemoaned

the future of the First Amendment, and the fates of the Supreme Court. But when his little brother

loudly predicted the end of America's democracy and proclaimed to everyone in the room that the

buffoon and the oval office was not his president, Ed pushed back. The election is over, he said,

the American people have spoken, and like it or not, he is your president. Now, please,

shut up and pass the gravy. Ed's little brother passed the gravy, but he did not shut up. He offered

instead an impassioned warning against the perils of dictatorships. He implored everyone at the

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