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A Year of Family Discord

Ahhh, the election now over, and the Holiday Season approaches, a time for the warmth and comfort of family, a time of being close, experiencing joy, and yes, a general mood of “thanks” for all of our blessings.

Sorry, I lost touch with our new reality there for a second. That record scratch brought me back from the Hallmark Christmas Card version of the Holiday Season to our new real world order.

With the advent of the election of Donald J. Trump back into the Presidency the Left is losing their shit.

Women are shaving their heads in defiance of the results, as if it makes a difference, or has any effect other than to wreck their appearance. Women are claiming to abstain from sex to punish men for voting their convictions. Minorities are openly scornful to the White population, calling them out by color. Black women are leaving scathing Tik Tok’s for their White female counterpart.

On television the high paid pundits, the same ones who were wrong, wrong, wrong about this election prior to November 5TH, are still on television and still opining. And worse, they haven’t learned a thing. Their post-mortem autopsy of this election brings out from them every reason for the results but the real reasons that the electorate rejected their darling Kamala Harris.

Twas a time when Thanksgiving was the most appreciated of Holidays, where family followed tradition, gathered round the widened dining room table, and shared a bountiful feast of time honored fare including turkey, stuffing, cranberries, sweet potatoes, and more. Desserts were plentiful and delicious.

But this year there is only strife.

Daughter does not wish to sit at the table with dad, the misogynist who voted for the Orange Devil, and cousin doesn’t want to attend when the “bad uncle” is also an invited guest, that cement headed bigot who of course voted Republican. Mom wants to keep peace and harmony, but the son wants to lecture the family about how the man needs to be the head of household, and women need to birth and nurture a large family. How women need to reorder their priorities and place family first, and career second.

There is upheaval and discord in the family unit and extended family. The bloodlines are splintering along political lines.

Thanksgiving can’t be Thanksgiving this year. The political divide too great, the split in the family an unbridgeable gap.

Traditionally the mood softens at this time of year. I call it “cookie season”, when grandchildren visit, and the wife spreads the flour far and wide across the counter, and there are shouts of glee from the kitchen as batch, after batch of cookies is produced. There is icing on the cookies, icing on the counter, icing on the grandchildren. There are squeals of delight, and petty squabbles amongst siblings, over who gets to put their finger into the cookie dough and plunge out a big bite. The biggest quarrel over who gets to lick the batter from the mixing paddles.

Grand-dad steals in, and pokes and prods a laugh and squeal, feinting a move here, a swift slide back, and suddenly Poppy has a finger full of cookie dough, and the children all laughingly admonish, and force Poppy to flee from swinging spatulas. “Grandma, Poppy is eating the cookies, they are still warm and haven’t even cooled”.

Alas no cookie season is upon us, apparently not this year.

The children’s mother is upset over voting habits and doesn’t want Poppy’s influence to affect the children. You never know when some misogynistic slur might spill from his lips. As if anything he might say is as bad as the kiddies twerking to “Wet Ass Pussy” in their own rooms at home.

And we cannot have the uncle here who has gone full MAGA, who wants to discuss that there are only two genders with six and seven year olds. Forget that in school they already have friends who have convinced the teacher to call them by a new name, re-gendering them, and conspiring not to tell the parents about our “new little secret”, that Melissa is now called Martin by all the children in the playground.

This year’s Thanksgiving has been rendered a somber affair.

How on earth will Uncle Fred react to seeing Sheila home from school, her head freshly shaved in protest? How will anyone or everyone at the table act when Uncle Fred shows up with a flag lapel pin, and begins to extoll the virtues of faith, family, and country?

Who wants to bake a fresh apple pie, the kind with a rich decadent caramel sauce topping, when they know that dad, and brother, and Uncle Fred will have their misogynistic awful paws on the tastiest slice?

Who wants to slave in the kitchen for hours on end as the men sit and watch football all day. Who wants to slice, and dice, and chop, the onion bringing a tear to the eye, only to sit and listen to the open arguments, the mumbled slight, the throw away slur.

Thanksgiving is now near ruined. Dear God, what about Christmas?

Who wants to shop for socks for a loved one you’ve begun to loathe for supporting that awful orange man. I mean, if he wasn’t my father I wouldn’t even want to know him. Did you read that text from our brother, did you see his Tweets? I mean, if that is the way he feels I just do not want to be around him at all.

Shame for the kiddies, they do love their favorite auntie.

As religion faded from the everyday lives of the average American they sought faith elsewhere, and settled on politics to fill the void.

And there is no shortage of preachers to be found in politics, the airwaves, cable television, car radio, and podcasts all have someone in the pulpit belting out a narrative. So easy today to just latch on and become an acolyte. All of the best people, every big celebrity, is on your side.

And everyone was feeling such “Joy”, right up until the unthinkable happened.

And now it’s ruined Thanksgiving, and is set to ruin Christmas.

Buy airline stocks, there will be a mass of people traveling this Holiday Season to avoid seeing family. “Oh, so sorry, we’ve decided to tour London for Christmas this year, we just won’t be home to visit”.

There will be no return to normal, not this Season. Recriminations, regret, and hatred have replaced warmth, and love, and family.

Politics has swallowed us whole.

The communal table this Thanksgiving will have to look deep for the meaning of the gathering, and to find out what there is to be thankful for in life. This new all politics, all-the-time life has the traditional American family in an upheaval.

It could be a bumpy ride this Holiday Season, even in the bosom of family and close friends. Some may find it difficult to be thankful. The misery might last right through the wonderful Season of Christmas.

Somehow that leaves me, always the outlier, always different, never in the mainstream.

I’m ecstatic this Holiday Season, my candidate won, and even got a mandate. Schadenfreude lives as I relish the misery of the vanquished, and feel enriched and emboldened by ever Liberal tear. I feel ascendant, as if a Phoenix rising. I am entering this Holiday Season with a sense of glee and joy. Merry, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

I could break out into song at any moment. “Happy Holidays, Happy Holidays…..”

Even if I end up at a table for one. And with only a package of store bought boxed cookies.

Pepperidge Farm ain’t so bad.

My candidate won!