And thus! I have mourned the death of journalism for years ad nauseum. As I’m sure most of you can attest. We have all witnessed the demise of true literature which has succumbed to the guillotine of wokeism. It has no head and the emperor has submitted his clothing to the Democrat/Marxist party. It no longer has a sense of shame. The mainstream media has collectively become the disciples of Saul Alinsky who dedicated his book “Rules For Radicals” to Lucifer. This is why it is no surprise that Hillary Rhodam Clinton wrote her thesis about him. Barack Obama finely tuned his commitment to and of community organization based on the study of Saul Alinsky, the godfather of all community organizers. Journalists of the times became led by the nose of these clandestine followers. They all went to the same universities. Inadvertently the mainstream media evolved into bunk bed buddies with the leftist, America destroying Democrat party. Walter Cronkite died and so did the media we trusted.
As a result, I lost all faith in journalism. At one point in my life, I wanted to be a journalist. I wanted to be a reporter. But the more that I learned about our government and the cowardice that became the norm in popular journalism, the more I knew for sure that I did not want to be a member of that club. I then began to study radio, television, and film because at the very least I still loved cinema. In some regard I still do. But with the advent of 24/7 media availability, I also learned a little too much about the people in that industry. I still have friends in that industry who are good people. The film industry was still a culture shock for me. What’s a nice Catholic girl doing in a place like this? I’m an artist of multi-mediums. I wondered if I’d ever find my niche. God knows that I am a work in progress. I’m trying God!
This all brings me to where I am today. God puts certain people in my journey sometimes to prove me wrong about certain things. Oh, excuse me! KathysRight cannot be wrong. Only mistaken. Enter Bill Robinson stage right. He is and will be a recurring guest on the podcast KathysRight.com. Now this man is a journalist extraordinaire! He has given me reason to renew my faith in (some) journalism! He speaks and writes with integrity. Does he write and comment from his conservative Christian point of view? Absolutely! Today it has become necessary. When 90% of the news that our populace gets is purposefully and strategically slanted to the left, we constitutional conservatives have no other option than to express our own positions on the issues of the day that absolutely affect our country and society. The Marxist soul-destroying threat to the United States of America is real and cannot go unanswered.
As hard as the left has tried they will not defeat any true American with a heartbeat and a spine. That includes the extraordinary legal immigrants who have worked hard to become American citizens.
Bill Robinson proves to me that there is still so much fight left in us Americans. This is still a country worth fighting for. If not for ourselves then for our children and our children’s children. We may very well have to burrow through so much of the manure that has been piled onto us thus far. Bill makes me believe that we may have to hold our noses a little bit but we will make it to the other side and find America again. We are born of the survivors of plagues, slavery, two world wars, and a constantly challenged fight for freedom. We will not let go of it lightly. Not without a fight. The fight is clearly on. God is on our side! God bless America!
There is more than meets the eye with Joe Biden. Many give him a pass because of what is perceived to be early-onset dementia. But not so fast! He gave us many clues as to what his impending administration’s plans were. We ( those of us with any sense) brushed off most of his clues because he was “just being Joe”. Here I’ll tell you what I think is going on and I would like to hear from you too. So please comment or follow me on Facebook or Twitter until I’m in facebook jail again. Please share like and subscribe!
Whoopi is making the news for saying that the Holocaust was not about racism. Of course, the backlash should have been expected. Even by her. Tone-deaf to the hearts and minds of real American citizens leftists are in a bit of a pickle. But meanwhile…
The artistry of the podcast is something that I’m working on feverishly. Sometimes I feel as though I’m swimming upstream in a chaotic atmosphere of cosmic dissonance. Where will there ever be balance or even real justice? I turn on the media, any of it, for five minutes and it appears that satan has won this world. (And no…I will not capitalize his name) Creating a podcast to share my views on what I see occurring can have a dizzying effect. Could it also have something to do with my paint fumes? I’m perplexed!
I love doing it all though! Writing, painting, and podcasting are the instruments of creativity that are always surprising me by the malleability and complexity of their mediums. All are extremely satisfying forms of communicating that which was given to me by God for whatever is His purpose. I will never again question his decision. Big mistake! (To be written about in a future blog) I almost feel guilty that I get so much joy out of expressing my impressions of the world around us. I feel guilt because Jesus suffered so much for my soul. Yet I only really suffer when I cease to create. Someday with grace, God will explain this to me. Or perhaps I’ll just know when I encounter my Creator if I am so blessed. This is one of life’s great mysteries!
Today’s special guest is Ken White. He is the producer and host of The Southside Unicorn Show. I’ve listened to this fantastic podcast for over a year now and I’m always pleased to have heard his take on this passing world. We all can see that the world has gone mad. Somehow, by the grace of God, discussing these things honestly can take the edge off. We become less controlled by our circumstances when we acknowledge the problems head-on. Let us name these problems so that we can properly exorcise them from the collective soul of America.
It is ironic that our somehow-got-elected president kept saying that he was “fighting for the soul” of America during his lackluster campaign. Fast forward to now we are in dire need of an exorcism! God help us ALL! Enjoy my talk with conservative commentator and podcaster Ken White!
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Bill Robinson is a columnist for Newsmax and has worked with most of the major media companies, At one point he was the lone conservative columnist at the Huffington Post. His experiences there and everywhere else are quite intriguing, to say the least. There is an expected inherent battle when a conservative writer has to conduct himself and produce within a decidedly progressive-dominated industry. It is a battle of wills fraught with skirmishes where genuine intellectual honesty butts its head with the ugly head of what is obviously the status quo. When one is a Christian as is Bill Robinson, intellectual honesty wins! That is where KathysRight.com comes in. Here the American conversation continues as it must. The battle between good and evil continues as it always has and always will. We will discuss that. Literary soldier and columnist Bill Robinson discusses the larger perspective examining the war of wills within journalism today. Good versus Evil. Right versus wrong. Right versus Left. He’s got the details. He was there! He is with us today. Let’s welcome Bill Robinson!
Tim Enlow is an America treasure! He has served this country as a soldier, police officer and as a security specialist at our southern border. They don’t get any better that him. Watch and or listen. We have a country to save!
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They think that they’ve got us. They want us to believe that we are in the 4th quarter. They are wrong. Their programming didnt work. Their lies have dulled the blade of the knife they have stabbed our ancestor’s with. I don’t even care about the grammar. (wink) But as we watch the MSM eat themselves alive they have but 15 minutes left historically.\
Not every woman aspires to be a mother. But I did. My babydoll game while growing up was one that I, as a five-year-old took very seriously. It is no accident that little girls love to play with baby dolls. I think that instinctually we want to be well prepared to care for our young. I loved practicing motherhood as a child. It was so simple and sweet back then. As a five-year-old, babydoll mommying is completely devoid of worry and doubt. As a little girl, you never think that you are diapering or dressing your baby doll incorrectly. You just believe that you are a perfect mom and that your baby doll is just as perfect as you are.
Make-believe was so much fun!
I watched as my granddaughter gently and lovingly took care of her baby doll much like I remember myself as a child. With confidence, she wrapped her ‘baby’ in a towel and swaddled her for ‘comfort’. She does this with all the love and confidence of a very good mom! She was so happy she smiled the entire time. She picked up her ‘baby’ so delicately in her arms and told me, “Baby is sleeping”. She then walked away to lay her doll down while singing to her a lullaby for the slumber. Completely satisfied she turned, walked away with a look on her face as if to say, ‘job well done!’ I then said to her “Job well done”. She was in her very own world. A simple uncomplicated world. Where good is really good! And bad is kept at bay. At that moment she was immune to the anxieties of the life she’ll eventually come to know as real motherhood. The satisfaction of being a good mom put a twinkle in her eye and a satisfied pep to her tiny step. She turned up her fresh button nose in a way that only confident mothers can do. She must think of herself much as her grandma(me) did at her age. ‘I’m a good mommy!’, ‘It’s so easy! Piece of cake!’ I fondly remember thinking that to myself as a little mom-to-be. I wished that I had a rope so that I could have lassoed that moment for her. To keep it, save it, hold on to that moment for later use! She’ll need it someday. I promise she will. All mothers do.
When I grew up, married, and gave birth to my first child I was filled with anxiety! What would I do? Was I ready? Will I be a good mom? Can I keep a child alive for at least 18 years! After all, all of my indoor plants have always died! Every one of them. The world had jaded this woman’s thoughts about her abilities in the motherhood department. But I had no choice but to forge ahead. I got it done to the best of my ability. I will never forget the angst, self-doubt, and trepidations that I experienced daily. That too is natural and normal. Every mother that I know understands that now. I developed a new and more profound respect for my own mom. I probably should have been bowing to my mom all along and throwing flower petals at her feet. There were five of us growing up. It is a wonder that she didn’t develop a nervous twitch. Amazing really! My mom was a domestic saint! I think I’ll make her birthday a feast day in my home from now on. St. Betty! God bless my mom! RIP Mom!
I’m much older now with grandchildren. They are giving me a run for my money. There’s obviously a reason that God grants us, children when we are young enough to chase them and keep them safe. My aching knees and back remind me of that reason. My grandchildren are remarkable human beings in their own right. I treasure keeping an eye on their development and interests. The work of grandma-ing is minuscule compared to actual motherhood though! My worries are much different now. I think about the world that they are growing up IN and not so much the globe they are growing up ON. I didn’t have too much time to think about these greater things when mine were so young. You see, my children outnumbered my husband and me. Four of them and two of us.
But even back in the day when they were all so very little, I began developing a perineal view of something not so right going on around me in the world and society. In time, that morphed into a distaste for the new public discourse about the raising of small children. It appeared that many young people were then and are now treating the raising, nurturing, and development of their children as though it were some kind of social, albeit scientific, experiment! I began to see many trends that I did not like. Maniacal trends like allowing one’s child to pick his or her gender! I didn’t allow my children to pick what was for dinner! Hell! I didn’t allow them to pick their nose either! I chose what was best for them. I also chose what was and wasn’t acceptable behavior. I was the adult and they were…well, CHILDREN! The very idea is absurd! Mad scientist-themed absurdity at best! Since when was it ever considered a good idea to raise a child as some sort of experiment? Experiments can have explosive consequences. This experiment does not end well. One cannot undo one’s childhood good or bad. It is one thing for a child to play make-believe, but it is a majorly different thing to indulge them in their imaginations with chemical drugs. Sometimes irreversible surgical mutilation. The damages will be irreparable I assure you. These poor children of celebrities, who think it’s cool to entertain their childrens’ fantasies, will pay a heavy price for their parents’ “wokeness”.
Young mothers today have my sympathy but not my pity. Most have been enculturated into a liberal mindset without even knowing it. (Liberal teaching en masse) They are in effect wading in the waters of the fabled slow boiling frog. The frog knows that the atmosphere is somewhat problematic. But it’s just so darn comfortable! The warm water is easy on those tired muscles. Some moms today are doing what is easy on the muscles including their mental and spiritual ones. They have succumbed to the evil trends of today’s ever-changing moral whims. Eventually, the pot will begin to boil but by then the damage to their children will have already been done. Too late then to jump out of that pot of soul-sucking hot boiling water. Acquiescing to the prevailing yet decaying culture was not the only option. It was however the convenient one. One that would solidify their wokeness to their peers. We don’t run in the same circles.
Some moms today do buck the trends of today’s crazy norms. They’d rather be awake than “woke”. They can see that the pot is hot and it just might get hotter (soon) and so they step back… and think! (What a novel idea) They look at the history of the dreaded water-filled pot. These moms read, research, examine and sometimes write about the boiling pot and how it affects their children. They try to warn others. Those with ears to hear listen.
My heart goes out to all mothers but particularly those strong, thinking mothers. When you meet them you soon realize that they are a formidable force. They are a mighty breed with a biblical creed. These moms come at motherhood with power and intention. Enough to lift automobiles and move mountains. They come with faith. Strengthened by God Himself in their daily grind of being the best wife and the best mother they can be. Today’s special guest is one such woman. Lissette Carter is an author, real estate investment consultant, and host of The Rookie AmeRican Podcast show. KathysRight is proud to welcome Lissette Carter!
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God bless all of you! And God bless America! My heart goes out to all mothers but particularly those strong, thinking mothers. When you meet them you soon realize that they are a formidable force. They are a mighty breed with a biblical creed. These moms come at motherhood with power and intention. Enough to lift automobiles and move mountains. They come with faith. Lissette Carter is a 2X published author, real estate investment consultant, and host of The Rookie AmeRican Podcast show. KathysRight is proud to welcome Lissette Carter!
In matters of faith, it is difficult to conceive of bitterness or any form of unkindness being involved. Yet that is a reality that I face regularly as a Catholic Conservative. I wish that I could say that it was rare that a person would let it slip that they thought that my Church was the whore of Babylon or even the Anti-Christ! It is heartbreaking to see and hear. I would write a thesis or perhaps I will one day about the Truth of the Catholic faith but I must keep this short so suffice it to say that I embrace all Christians and yes all Jews as my brothers and sisters because the Bible tells me that this is so. Sometimes my embrace is met with cold wilted arms. My aim is to walk in the love of Jesus Christ and treat them as Jesus would; as my spiritual brothers and sisters. I will continue to walk that walk all the days of my life no matter how many wilted arms I’ll encounter. God’s love is sufficient and he has equipped my heart to persevere in love despite the heartache.
In a very similar vein, being a black, conservative, female Republican has been a road riddled with unexpected turns. For most of my life, I have felt like a unicorn politically. Unusual, uncommon, and unique were words I would even use to describe myself. Well, I did live in California for 26 years where I quickly learned that most of my opinions were not popular there. Occasionally I would get excited just to meet other Republicans or conservatives. And boy did we cling to each other like we were holding on to rafters afloat in a sea of lunacy. We became more plentiful but it didn’t matter. We were outnumbered. We conservatives all knew that it was verboten to speak publicly about our views on politics in mixed company. We didn’t want to start any fights. We just wanted to have a nice day. That was then and there. This is now and here.
When I moved back home to Texas I felt that I could come alive again. No more fake conversations about fake anything anymore. For me Texas meant freedom. It’s where I was raised and God I am so thankful for it. I probably could have been “free” in California but I had children to bring up. Besides, raising a family and keeping a home left me too spent to want to have it out with leftists who I already knew were wrong about pretty much everything!
I then started a blog and later a podcast called KathysRight.com! It was an organic expression of my renewed freedom of thought and expression. I began painting again…writing again…loving myself again. I started playing my guitar again and even bought a new one. A black guitar…to match my black Chevy Camaro!
Even though I had promised myself to be not as involved in my new church as I had been back in California it
was very difficult to quiet the whisper of God when there was a need. Lord knows I tried. I served in five ministries at my last church which was wonderful to do but it was very time-consuming. This time I was going to sit it out as the 80%ers do. In almost every church 20% of the people do 80% of the labor and visa versa. But I could not fight God’s pull. Whatever gifts God gives we must use them for His glory and for His service. I would not say no to His call, not ever. So much for my plan to sit it all out! Once again I am enjoying serving my Lord through the Church. I now believe I was meant to serve in ministry. Thank God I didn’t shut that door. It is better to have an open heart than an open mind.
If it seems that I’m jumping around like a leapfrog I am, but not really. I’m finally at a time in my life that I am able to see my passion for what it is. It is a gift from God. God the Great Creator made me a creative! I no longer fear or fight this inclination. It’s as if I was slapping His hand away while He was giving me His to hold. I’m deeply ashamed of that. I acknowledge that I do have a profound passion for Christ. I do have a joyful passion for art, words, The Word, and my Catholic Faith! I also truly love my family and my country.
I noticed that within the last 5 years I’d lost a few friends and I gained a few too! You see, now that I have accepted my spirit of freedom that comes from Christ I’m compelled to be freely honest in all relationships. The anatomy of my friendships completely pivoted to more of a reality-based dynamic. Leftists couldn’t stomach my punches of truth in discussions about our country. They either left my happy butt walking away in a tiff or they just fell by the wayside. My conservative friends stuck by me and supported my work. My conservative friends are the most loyal people I know. We share the same values and we admire the good characters of each other.
Conservatives in general are happy to see one another get ahead and do well! Their premise is not jealousy but mutual respect and admiration. In fact, a conservative will more than likely help you if you need it in order for you to succeed. A conservative knows that it takes nothing away from their own success to see to it that another person succeeds as well! (Unlike the Democrats which base their policies on jealousies! “The top 1% must pay.” And socialism.)
After starting my blog and putting it all out there for the world to see, I wondered if anyone would ever speak to me again. Not that it was important because I already have all the friends I need. They are gold to me! But of all the new friends that I have made through doing my blog, one stands above the rest. Her name is Felicity Joy! Dr. Felicity Joy. What a wonderful surprise from God! I had no idea what I was doing in starting a podcast. I asked her if she would show me how it works. She smiled and said, “Of course I’ll help you!” This was awesome to me. I thought of her kindness and patience! She is a Christ-centered woman who is as passionate as I am about God’s gifts if not more so! I’m happy to call Felicity my FRIEND! It is a blessing indeed when a new friend is made who truly wants what is best for her friends and family and that includes me!