The major conflict that has developed out of the special election to replace former Senator Jeff Sessions in Alabama is roiling with more emotions than a twelve year old girl in a drama class. Judge Roy Moore is the cause of all of this battle royale. This morning The American Spectator posted an article titled “Put Roy Moore Out of His Misery” by Arnold Steinberg. Mr. Steinberg lays out a cogent and well-reasoned argument for why Judge Moore should drop out of the Senate race in Alabama. Mr. Steinberg is right. Moore won’t quit though and that means, especially in The South, Thanksgiving dinner is gonna be nastier than that green bean casserole dish.

Judge Roy Moore needs to quit and get out of our misery. But he won’t.

See, this Judge Roy Moore thing is a generational and cultural thing. Thanksgiving Day is filled with food, football, family and generations. Sometimes, there will be five generations at home for the day. It’s not a meal. It’s a day. We have enough to argue about with SEC coaches getting fired left and right. Butch Jones, of the University of Tennessee, was fired yesterday.

Judge Moore, we don’t need the generational and cultural jello fruit salad that you bring up.

Being a beautiful girl in The South used to be like money in the bank, think “Gone With The Wind”. Southern Mamas made sure their daughters looked their best and were groomed to within an inch of their lives. Etiquette classes, or dances classes some were called, were important. Learning to walk, talk and eat properly were de rigueur. “Be sweet.” “Take this tennis racket and go practice, so you can get into college and marry a doctor.” “Your face just looks happier when you have lipstick on.”

I can just see in my head those Southern Mamas when Roy Moore asked to date their daughters. Let’s see, West Point graduate, Army Officer, battle tested, Law Degree, University of Alabama Law School. Oh, I am having heart palpitations just thinking about what a catch Roy Moore would be for a Southern Mama. They would have bragging rights all over Hell and half of Georgia.

Look at that photo, would you? By 2017 standards, everything in that photo is reprehensible. In the 1970’s, when Roy Moore was dating these girls, and they were girls, this was a typical weekend Fraternity/Sorority party.

That’s the problem. Judge Moore doesn’t see that times have changed. Have you listened to the radio interview that Sean Hannity did with Roy Moore? It is devastating.

Lord, help me, Jesus. The man doesn’t get it. Seen in today’s light, what was typical male behavior is now seen as being a pedophile or sexual predator.

Judge Moore, I am begging you. Give it up. Maybe you did nothing wrong. I don’t know, but bless your heart, I have seen some very normal people throw a hissy fit over you like they were getting paid for it. I know you won’t quit. I wish you would and put us all out of our misery. It sure would make digesting that sweet potato casserole easier.