Someone needs to have a stern talk with Nance's A.A. sponsor.
Widder (as in "widow") Nan's a rather interesting display of psychological quirkery.
She's mad at her late husband, the Jiffy peanut butter primitive JeffR, for having "deserted" her by dying.
I'm not exactly sure how that's done; there's been plenty of people in my own life dying on me, but I can't see how one can be mad at them; after all, none of them
wanted or wished this to happen.
However, I've been assured by many of the best psychological minds that such a phenomenon exists; weak-minded people being "angry" at someone because that person died on them.
Okay.
Primitives are notorious, nay even famous, for their misdirected anger, where they direct it towards totally innocent people or things, rather than being pissed off at the real cause. A good example of this was the Bostonian Drunkard. Whenever he lashed out at George Bush, it was because he'd just had a fight, or an argument, with his absentee father, usually about money.
Another good example would be Jugs, who's been used, misused, and abused by men for a couple of, uh, obvious reasons. She insists they've been white conservative males, but
really, they've been hot-blooded
machissimo Latins, or members of a politically-correct racial group.
And now we have Widder Nan, who's angry at her late husband, who's misdirecting that anger at President Trump. Every time she goes off on one of these anti-Trumpian
jihads, it's because subconsciously she's feeling angry towards a dead man.
It's just easier to direct one's anger against an innocent and harmless thing, than what's
really bothering one.
