Mary Katharine Ham

In the storied Fast & Furious movie franchise, now eleven films strong, there’s a tradition of the villain from one movie becoming a member of Vin Diesel’s street-racing international shenanigans gang in the next. Luke Hobbs (The Rock) is sent to hunt down Dominic Toretto before asking for his help to track Deckard Shaw (Jason Statham), who is also adopted, while Jakob Toretto (John Cena), long-lost brother to Dom, redeems himself from assassinating their father in a sabotaged stock car by helping defuse a rogue weapons system that would cause all of civilization’s computers to collapse. You know, normal family stuff: wreaking havoc on the crew before being welcomed back with a Corona at a backyard barbecue.

As we come upon the treacherous holiday season before a presidential election, there will be plenty of people in media who tell you it is your moral responsibility to ruin food and fellowship with political confrontations. Armed with the emotional IQ of one of those idiots tossing perfectly good soup on the Mona Lisa — an ineffectual waste of vittles and dignity — these columnists insist that you must not let Aunt Margie’s incorrect opinions stand, lest democracy die in the darkness of her benighted worldview. You must serve countervailing takes as hot as the mashed potatoes, no matter the cost to family comity. It doesn’t have to be this way. There was a time, not too long ago, when we didn’t have to turn every breaking of bread into a struggle session.