That's how I feel about family gatherings. The wife's right-wing baptist family, that is.
"Well, I just don't think he has the experience, you know?"
"I heard he's a muslim."
"Really, a muslim?"
"Yeah, a muslim. He refused to swear on the bible, and his name sounds like Osama, doesn't it? He's a muslim and an atheist."
"And he's black, huh huh!"
As someone who was taught to question everything and who would frequently find himself fighting violently over social issues such as racism, I'm not sure how to handle these discussions, especially seeing as how it's hurled forth by family, not random knuckleheads in the streets. So, I tend to simply fade out of the discussion and find some empty corner somewhere.