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APRIL 23, 2026: “Statlers & Waldorfs!”

On this day WAY back in 1910, Theodore Roosevelt delivered a speech at the Sorbonne in Paris called “Citizenship in a Republic,” best known for its “Man in the Arena” passage. Here’s an excerpt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again; […] who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

~ Theodore Roosevelt ~

… meanwhile, in true “REAL Cat” style, I thought perhaps I’d tweak this one up a little by bringing it into a mid-2020s, err, lack of sensibility and maybe even making a “long story” even longer and wordier … because … THAT’S WHAT I DO:

“Hey, all you ‘lil Karens, know-it-alls, critics, and haters out there just sittin’ on the sidelines tryin’ to tell everyone else WHAT to do, HOW to do it, and WHY you don’t like their results (and that goes for ANY “man OR woman in the arena” doing anything from cleaning toilets, rearing children, teaching and raising OTHER people’s children, or for fuck’s sake even running a country). If you don’t like the way other people are handling their biz—and sometimes even YOURS— then just STFU (that means shut the fuck up, FYI), get off your opinionated ass, throw your OWN hat in the arena, and handle things by YOURSELF! Mmmkay? MMMKAY! Thanks, bye bye! Oh, and also? Have a REALLY nice day!”

~ The Real Cat Williamson ~

… and so, with that, I say THIS to all you “Statlers & Waldorfs” sitting up in the peanut gallery heckling and criticizing the actual players ’cause ya think you know SO much better how to handle “anything and everything”:

Have you ever considered that you really have got way too much damn time on your hands while you’re just sitting back watching all the time tick tickin’ away, when you could just jump on into that arena and DO SOMETHING about all these five o’clock news blues calamities you’re … err … “spectating” from the sidelines?

PUT UP or SHUT UP! Ya know what I’m sayin’? Great! So glad we got that settled! Bye, everyone! It’s me, CAT!

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APRIL 4, 2022: “The Grey High” …

Ain’t it funny how things happen? I mean, c’mon, people … do any of you still only believe in random coincidence?

As I’m sitting here writing this, I’m yummily wrapped up in one of the king’s grey sweaters that, on any other given Monday, would have traveled in Gia’s backpack to her dad’s house. But for the fact that I just happened to be doing laundry last night instead of on my regularly scheduled Sunday, it wouldn’t have been here to greet me this morning when I decided to make it a “grey day” and stay home to enjoy the peaceful oblivion of my happily solitary existence.

Hell, I wasn’t even done reveling in the last four beautiful days I got to spend with my precious kids and family, the message I got from Skid Row, and that fucking EPIC German schnitzel sandwich situation. I mean, BRING IT, you badass fucking Cosmos …

I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR!

Meanwhile, I popped onto Instagram earlier today only to find that while I was busy “queening” around the castle in one of the best grey highs I’ve had in months, the universe had delivered yet another powerful Death Punch moment. Today marked the release of the official “Brighter Side Of Grey” video:

It’s hard to believe that our last record “F8” came out over 2 years ago in the beginning of 2020, born into the whirlwind of events that dominated our lives and will echo into the rest of our history. Those of you intimately familiar with that album, now know how some of F8’s dystopian lyrics became rather prophetic. Brighter Side of Grey was an important song on that record, but especially personal to Ivan (who’s the only parent in the band). It is a more than fitting commentary to what’s going on in the world that probably needs a good reminder right about now that we are here only for second, a tiny blip on the flow of time… not just as individuals but as an entire species. It took a trillion conditions to be just right for human life to exist in this Universe, yet it takes just one to go terribly wrong and make it all disappear. This song also serves as the perfect bridge to our new album we just finished this week, which generally revolves around similar existential questions. It’s incredible how much we don’t understand about our own existence, yet everyone’s relationship with the concept of death permeates, even orients their entire lives. Can’t wait to share it… enjoy this video and stay tuned for new music and big tour announcements in the very near future!
{FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH YOUTUBE}

In case you still haven’t gotten the memo, this isn’t just another song, and grey isn’t just a color. “The Brighter Side Of Grey” is an entire mindset and way of life for me:

Grey is not just a color to me – IT’S EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN! It’s the grace I’ve received that is so undeserved yet given to me anyway by The One who has never loved me with black and white conditions. He “takes the best parts of me and locks them away without the key” and I know that He is never far away. He’s the Light that shines ahead of my journey and dilutes the blackness of the abyss into the most beautiful shades of grey. For more than four decades, I lived a black and white existence with no room for the forlorn grey I knew I needed but didn’t know how to connect with. As I look back at this picture now, I’m filled with the most unbelievable solace you can imagine. It reminds me of just how far I’ve come, that it was always supposed to be this way, and there is always a “Brighter Side Of Grey”. I’m not gonna lie … it is now my final wish that when it’s time for me to move along, this is the last song I hear as they bid me farewell.
{“The Brighter Side Of Grey“}

I could keep going on about the grey of it all, but honestly, I’m so done writing about it.

Now, I just want to live in it.

I want to sit back, relax, and inhale all my life nuggets of goodness.

Today is a good day in the music world, people. Not just for the factions of knuckleheads like me who’ve been anxiously waiting for this video, but likewise for anyone who sees it, hears the words, and really bites into its sobering and bittersweet message.

This life we’re living really is just a blip, and yes, the lights will go down. So do everything in your power to make sure that when that door closes behind you for the very last time, you leave a light on for your people—not just a darkened void. That’s how you’ll become “nothing, everything, and ALL of it” and leave this place better than you found it.

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MARCH 11, 2021: “My Grey-Aversary” …

On a beautiful Wednesday afternoon exactly one year ago today, “the music wheel of destiny” stopped my world—and my heart—and sent me straight into the breakdown lane of one of the busiest highways in Dallas so that I could literally “cry my eyes out.” It was as if Zach were singing this beautifully haunting melody to me, my daughter, and my son in a message from “The Brighter Side of Grey“—where, in our hearts, we know he finally is. If you haven’t ever heard this song by Five Finger Death Punch, I cannot urge you enough to listen to it, especially if you are at odds with yourself over the legacy you are going to be leaving behind for your own children and loved ones.

Today I celebrate!

TODAY I’M THANKFUL!

Today I’ll stay grey, just like the sky in Dallas as I write this, because if I’ve learned anything in my “fifty-ONE-derful” years of life, it’s that life really ISN’T a game—it’s a song. And I fully intend to enjoy every single chord until I reach The Brighter Side of every fucked-up, twisted moment of my absurd and beautiful life.

Since COVID crashed our concert last year, Gia still hasn’t read the letter Zach wrote before he left. She knows this song exists, but she isn’t allowed to listen to it until she can first hear Ivan Moody sing it live on stage. That will be the night I finally let her read the words he wrote to her “in case he was gone tomorrow.” PLEASE listen to this song, my friends. It may just change the trajectory of your own legacy and how you look at “grey” forever.

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MAY 27, 2017: “Let The Bodies Hit The Floor” …

Every now and then, I will hear or see certain words strung together that hit me like a ton of bricks. And by that, I mean words that really strike me so hard that I just know I’ll be repeating them for the remainder of my life and, hopefully, passing them down through my kids.

Your Crazy Grandma Cat used to say … 

Take, for instance, the day someone showed me those “Four Agreements.” Now, those were some impeccable words. I live, breathe, and will die by them, by the way, and sometimes even make a mockery of them. Regardless of how far I’ve come thus far in my mental wealth and growth journey, I’m still just an extremely perfectly flawed human after all.

Well, today, IT HAPPENED! A friend and I were watching our daughters play volleyball and talking about that good ol’ Devil’s boomerang called karma. Of course, we both pointed out the painfully obvious: “What goes around comes around … blah, blah, blah.” But then she said this:

People only think of karma in the form of bad things coming after bad, but I believe that karma also works in reverse. Good will always come after good given time.

I have long believed that perspective is everything, and today, my lifelong perspective on karma took a turn for the best—EVER! Karma can curse you … but karma can also bless you. It is my hope that karma will continue to bless me, mine, and any of you who are reading this.

Distressed metal plaque with the Jonny Ox quote: “Kindness is my go-to, but fuck off is my wingman.”

Forged-metal human figures toppling one after another like dominoes across an oxidized, riveted plaque.
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JUNE 5, 2008: “Lost In A Portrait” …

This trip is almost over, and while I’ve made a strong push against The Dragon, part of me is still so sad. The tours have been long and the sights overwhelming, but I am at home in this country. Being here brings me a grounded sense of wholeness and peace that’s impossible to describe. Its history beckons me and calls to mind that although these last sixteen years have felt so treacherous, they’re merely a blip on the radar of my life.

As I’ve wandered here through each village in a perpetual state of eyes wired shut, I’ve imagined having been here in some other space and time walking these very same roads. What did it look like? How did it smell? How did it sound, taste, and feel? So many battles have been fought here and many of these sights have been desecrated and rebuilt, if only to emerge even more breathtakingly beautiful than before. Countless pools of human blood, sweat, and tears have soaked these fervent soils, yet still her flowers bloom.

So, what does France tell me? What does she scream to my soul? She says that humanity is but a history of sometimes less than optimal circumstances leading to either growth or death in endless cycles. Each sunset begs the opportunity for me to leave the past behind and awaken to a horizon that hands me infinite choices, beginnings, and endings. My history can really mean something if I let it, even if I never personally witness the outcome.

Perhaps my purpose is much bigger than myself, and the lessons I’m learning will somehow cause a ripple in the history of not just my family, but any other lives I manage to touch, like a pebble dropped into the ocean. Maybe someone, somewhere, somehow, will be standing in these very places that my own two feet have stood, and thus my history will have broadened someone else’s horizon far beyond what I can imagine.

Perspective has to be everything, otherwise I’m only deaf, dumb, and truly blind. Still, during these last days I’ve found myself staring far beyond these lavender fields into an abyss I can’t quite connect with. I desperately need to make sense of all my shattered pieces so I can use them to make my life, my children’s lives, and this entire world a little better than I found them. Please, God, I’m begging You. Is it time for my masterpiece to start coming together?

LOST IN A PORTRAIT

I analyze everything, I know what you mean. I answer by questioning all that I need. And I want you to surrender, I want you to see all the signs, all the faces inside of me. I see I’m not perfect, but that’s all I see. Lost in a portrait in a picture of me … this can’t be everything I see. Then my canvas is incomplete. Your color’s everything to me, and my canvas will set me free. My outline’s solid and made up of crying. And nothing’s that you say just burn my eyes. I want to surrender; I want you to find some comfort in the spaces between the lines.
{Trapt}
The Real Cat Williamson’s original Mirror Mirror sketch, displayed on aged paper under a warm spotlight.
🖤How i USED to see myself.🖤

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