Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house

OK, we all know there's a lot of loneliness out there. The Left has been doing its best to destroy the family, nucular and extended, for 50 years or so. Add to that the separation of miles in the name of finding a job and a lot of people need somebody. We are, after all, pack, if not herd, animals. 

Some turn to false voices, partly because they promise everything. Fortune, success, love, family, and everything else. They've been particularly successful with women. 

Feminism, like Black Power, La Raza, revolting students, Gay Is Good, and all the other dodges dreamed up by Yuri Andropov when he was head of the KGB, calls to those who felt, for right or wrong, alienated. After a couple of generations, blacks, Hispanics, and some women and students have seen that, for all that was promised, little was delivered.

These were the voices, mainly female and homosexual, screaming into their phones on November 6 and since. They still believe the lies and women, most especially, seem to feel like they must strike out because they did not win.

This is the crowd that is looking into the mirror asking, "So, is it me, the cat, and the vibrator for the rest of my life?". And the false voices still lead them astray. No men, they say; no women, especially white, who voted for Trump, cut yourself off from the family for Thanksgiving (and Christmas, New Year's, St Swithin's). They want them to tell black or Hispanic friends who went for Trump that's not the way minorities should act.

I expect the suicide rate will skyrocket before too long.

A lot of people had fun watching the hissy fits, but there comes a time when you have to see a lot of these people as terribly broken human beings (maybe that's what differentiates us from them) and you feel badly for them.

All of the "causes" I mentioned above had their "other", their Emanuel Goldstein, and it usually boiled down to straight white male, Conservative, church going, working. Someone to blame.

I know family gatherings can sometimes seem like the Battle of the Bulge, but I do hope there are people who can negotiate a truce, even if it means acknowledging that Uncle Harry really is a jerk, and to get him to just smile and say nothing for once.

They may be crazy cat ladies, but they're still people.