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SEPTEMBER 4, 2026: “The PRIVILEGE Of Holding My Scissors” …

One year ago today, the masked and anonymous English band PRESIDENT released “Destroy Me,” a banger I fell in love with when they opened for Bad Omens in Dallas on March 19. The song would later appear on PRESIDENT’s debut EP, King Of Terrors.

F. Scott Fitzgerald evidently once said …

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

Perhaps an even lonelier moment in someone’s life, however, is the first time they really “see themselves” standing in the wake of their own self-destruction and realize they handed someone the scissors that cut their life into shreds. By the time they understand what they surrendered, it may be too late to start that story over again and keep those scissors in their own damn hands.

Been there. Done that.

You see, this is one of the best parts of gliding into my golden years with a tarnished but beautiful crown upon my head and a finger in the air as so many people, places, and things watch me walking away. It’s the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the WISDOM to know the difference.

So don’t go handing your heart or your scissors to someone who hasn’t earned the privilege and honor of holding them. Pressure can make a diamond, but discernment decides who gets close enough to cut it. Just sayin’.

About The Real Cat Williamson — Warrior, Motivator, Survivor.
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AUGUST 12, 2025: “An Angry Daughter’s FAUXrytale SPECTER!” …

Dearest Me,

“Is this the place that we called home to find what we’ve become? Walking along the path unknown … we’ve lived, we’ve loved, we’ve LIED! Deep in the dark … we didn’t think we “needed” The Light … or that the ghost inside us belonged to the other side.”
(Words adapted from Bad Omens’ “Specter”)

Looking back, it literally blows my FUCKING mind how many heaping piles of toxic, twisted, and dysfunctional behavior I was surrounded by—ironically, most often in the very places I was forced not just to believe, but to tell other people were “safe and loving homes.” I was expected to perpetuate those disgusting “FAUXrytales” because the powers that were my life demanded it under the threat of: “What would people think if they knew the truth?” For years, I choked on silence and secrets amid the ABUSE, CHAOS and VIOLENCE that was my childhood—and that still reaches into my adulthood—all to protect the image of the PERFECT family “behind the gates”!

Guess what, though?

THAT version of me is gone! She’s as dead as the specter who still roams the corridors of my mind as a reminder of how we got here. I’ve GOTTEN to learn the VERY hard way that losing people who send wrecking balls through the walls of my heart and the places me and mine dwell is not a loss—it’s TOTAL freedom—and I’ll never betray or “ghost” myself with silence and lies again!

And so, with that … YES! Yes, I AM the angry daughter … ever the work in progress … and I’ll STAY this angry until MY daughter has finally moved THROUGH all the anger she inherited from both me and the generations before. She’s wielding it like a torch through her own haunted spaces … just like her momma … so that someday HER daughter (who I carried within MY womb, by the way) won’t ever have to stay angry for longer than is necessary to keep the specter of herself at bay … unless, of course, like me, she decides to pull out its little diamond-studded leash and walk proudly with it like a wild and beautiful BEAST with MY fire in her eyes and resilience coursing through her veins!

About The Real Cat Williamson — Warrior, Motivator, Survivor.
A woman’s portrait in cream and charcoal, with her eyes obscured by a rough paint stroke, distressed gold edges, and a red accent.
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JUNE 21, 2025: “UN-Know Me, Please!” …

The Real Cat Williamson: no one: “I know her.” me: “For fuck’s ACTUAL sake, please UN-know me!” Cream lettering, a red underline, and a dropped microphone on black and gold.

Hell is … other people.

Jean-Paul Sartre with glasses and a pipe, seated at a desk before bookshelves.

The late French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, whose birthday is today, famously penned those words! As an existentialist, he rejected the idea of a fixed, universal “human nature,” while recognizing a shared “human condition.” He also emphasized individual freedom and the responsibility we carry for our choices, our actions, and the people we become.

I couldn’t agree with him more! I mean, HELLO? And have you READ all the things I’ve written about “mother THINGS” that (not “who”) torture, abuse, or abandon their own babies, or “people THINGS” that abuse animals? Have you heard any of my rantings about women who bash on men?

So? What is existentialism, anyway, Cat, and why are you tryina shove all this philosophy crap down our throats?
(… said no one to me EVER!)

Existentialism is a philosophy concerned with human existence, freedom, and the responsibility we carry for our choices. In Sartre’s atheistic version, people create meaning and values rather than receiving them from a higher power or religious authority. The broader tradition includes religious thinkers, too. While I don’t completely align with one specific philosophical mindset, I suppose I do align with some of this.

As far as I’m concerned, “total freedom” is awesome, but it comes with complete and total responsibility. And I am heretofore assuming all responsibility for the fact that, frankly speaking, some of you may have missed this memo: Un … Know … ME!

(… not that anyone really does or ever will!) Bye, everyone—it’s me, CAT!

  • Light-colored Bad Omens “Never Know” lyric poster for “UN-Know Me, Please!”
  • Bad Omens “Never Know” lyric poster about painful memories and accepting uncertainty, in cream lettering on distressed black and gold with a red underline.

“There is no need for hell fire in hell. Hell is other people.” A black-and-gold banner adapting Jean-Paul Sartre’s No Exit.
Adapted from Jean-Paul Sartre’s No Exit.
About The Real Cat Williamson — Warrior, Motivator, Survivor.