Quite a while back (a bit over twenty years now), I had a boss who was pretty vocally one of Those Guys. He was a holy roller, used to listen to right-wing radio at work without headphones (Rush Limbaugh and Jim Quinn, mostly), and would complain vociferously at his desk about Those People. I don't think he ever realized that the only sysadmin the company had (moi) was One of Those People. I kept my mouth shut because it was the best money I'd ever made at the time.
The moment I had a chance to jump ship I took it, but before I left for good I decided to take advantage of another of my boss' personality quirks: He was the kind of guy who'd get his mail in the morning, drive in to work, and go through it during lunch. So I got him a gift subscription to [Not Like Most](https://www.abc-directory.com/site/2645303), which was a glossy periodical dedicated to promulgating Satanic thought and philosophy.
A couple of weeks after I moved and got settled in a few states away, one of my ex-cow-orkers IM'd me. "Did you do something? Bill was going through his mail this morning and he freaked out over some magazine that came in his name." I was told that this caused him no end of heartache and panic, at home or at work, and he was beside himself every time he saw another issue arrive.
Gotcha, Bill. And I hope your eldest son came to his senses and got away from you.