The House of Kos is a very very fine house.
Ok, some of us think the lava lamp in the corner is a little tacky. And the orange drapes do not match the purple sofa offending some esthetic sensibilities. Still the house is comfortable and roomy.
Ok, the bearskin on the floor offends more than esthetics for a few, it rubs against deeply held beliefs. But after all as guests in his house we understand that aside from the occasional snarky remark we must tolerate his decorating choices because it is his house and we gathered here for a purpose.
Sure some of the other guests annoy us. We tolerate those guests that make the occasional offensive or ignorant remark because most of the conversation is intelligent. Sometimes it is even urban and witty. We argue at length about the issues that push our emotional buttons certain that eventually we can sway the ignorant lout that disagrees with us. After a time we accept that we must agree to disagree, rather punching the idiot; understanding that wreaking the house with a brawl will derail the purpose for which we gathered.
The magazines on the table are an eclectic assortment, some educational, some tawdry. We can choose which ones to read, and which other to hide at the bottom of the pile.
We may wish the people smoking out in the yard would quit as they are a bad example for the children, but have to be satisfied that they are not pouring second hand smoke into the living room air. They are not thrilled either about smoking in the yard as it is starting to drizzle. It is a compromise, neither side totally happy. Still we accommodate each other as much as we are able for the sake of the fellowship and because we have a purpose.
Taking back our country from those who are actively involved in destroying it seems reason enough to gather in the edifice of our very genial host.