With my Bama tribe, it's always been like that engineering problem where you have to choose two good things and one bad thing. Myself included for the others. On the up side, hardly ever boring, and people at least do what they say they'll do.
As far as cutting out people, officially did that once, when a well-educated cousin morphed into a holy-roller horse-paster and was making plans to go visit and breathe all over my elderly mother mid-pandemic.
(There is also an aunt and her brood who have taken it upon themselves to be shits to a cousin who came out, but choosing not to talk to them anymore is something I'd do whether we had Trump, Harris, or King Charles.)
Winner of the Out-There Award is an elderly cousin who is convinced that any violence at the Edmund Pettus Bridge is due to those people not getting a proper parade permit. When she winds up for a rant, her husband kinda pats her knee and she settles down.
Family in Texas went more typically cosplay-cowboy MAGA. Throw in some dubious disability checks, crushing debt from monster trucks, never a peep of thanks for us kicking in on back taxes SO THEY WOULDN'T LOSE THE FUCKING HOUSE, and yeah, we don't build our schedule around get-togethers. There were some really cool ones, but they're mostly dead.