I rarely talk to them. My dad is mentally ill and was undiagnosed for most of his life, he did some crazy ass shit, led to a divorce and hum ruining his life. I also inherited his illnesses, but was in treatment my whole life, mom is constantly worried about me behaving acceptably in society. She's always paranoid about my mental health. I rarely talk to her about politics or anything controversial, but here tge circumstances were such that I could hold it in. She showed me a show on street food, an episode that took place on Africa. It was such a thing that I wasn't able to take my libtard mom seriously when she was watching such obvious evidence of the inability for blacks to function and trying to preyend it wasn't that bad, then blame the bad stuff she mere minutes ago denied was there on the one people who briefly made things work there. I had no idea why she was showing me this and expecting me to keep quiet about what I was seeing beyond just street food. Which itself was something I'd have flushed down a toilet rather than consume if I encountered any of it irl.