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.: The wonderful, comic friction of this event comes mostly from my family’s previous discussions: all morning, Matthew and my parents had been defending the war in Iraq and the over-all spread of American democracy and “interests”, all in the name of an ultimate self-determination… and when the turkeys returned to our yard, and began to enact their instinctive determinations, they balked at the violence. My father and Matthew ran out in the yard “to break it up”, sending the Turkey combatants flying into the trees.

Now I do not know if, in the heat of the moment, my family was concerned with the repressive dictatorship of the dominant-male turkey, or had an unexpected surge of humanitarianism (or whatever the turkey equivalent might be). When pressed, they got red-faced, and became rather cagey in their replies.

What truly lurks in the hearts of my conservative kin?
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