Remaining Hopeful – God Has a Plan

Remaining Hopeful – God Has a Plan

I haven’t written anything in so long. I was emotionally paralyzed by the election and COVID craziness. I’ve been on a roller coaster ride from hell with so many fellow patriots. We saw the support for our president continue to grow amidst the relentless attacks from the Left. We witnessed the sham impeachment and felt vindicated along with our president. After all, as his supporters, we were labeled racist, homophobic, xenophobic, and a host of other horrible names. Every time our president was vindicated, we felt vindicated. But, the attacks never stopped. When we witnessed millions of Americans’ support for our president at rally after rally, we knew President Donald J. Trump would be reelected by a landslide. I was sure that I would be celebrating along with 80 million Americans. I knew there would be attempts by the Democrats to steal our votes, but I was sure victory was certain despite it.

I never imagined that the fraud that took place would result in Biden actually taking office. Surely with all of the proof, the Supreme Court would step in, Not! Vice President Pence couldn’t possibly accept the electoral vote results with so much evidence of the steal. Then he did. Then there was the rumor of the insurrection act being used to arrest all of the crooks in Congress, including Biden and Pelosi, and Trump would remain in office. But, the hits kept coming, and on January 20th Biden was inaugurated as our 46th president.

If I’m honest about it, I’m still in shock. Like so many of my Christian family members and friends, I’d hoped that God would step in and give us a miracle to save our nation. He couldn’t possibly allow the president’s position to be stolen by evil people who cheated 80 million Americans out of the president of our choice! Alas, Biden has stepped into the Oval Office. He’s dolling out executive orders like their jelly beans. He’s undone many great things that our president did in a short time with a stroke of his pen. The pipeline he killed has obliterated tens of thousands of jobs. The cost of fuel will rise at unprecedented rates. Medication costs have skyrocketed again. Our tax dollars are not only funding abortions in America, we are now supplying the funds to other countries to kill their babies. The list is endless, so I won’t go on, but I’m scared for our country. I’ve asked so many times, “Why did you let this happen, Jesus?”

God’s ways are not our ways. I’ve wrestled with accepting the situation as being God-ordained ever since January 20th. As a Christian who studies my Bible, I know that nothing happens that God doesn’t allow. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve asked, “Why, God, why?” I’d be a rich woman. The answer I keep hearing is, “Do you trust me?”  I trusted God so many times when all looked hopeless, and He’s always come through for me. He has never let me down. He’s not letting down all of the people that have prayed so fervently for our country, either. I believe that things are playing out this way so that all of the corruption and anti-American agendas can be exposed.

Just think about it. If the Supreme Court had ruled that there was voter fraud, every Trump-hating Democrat would have called it a travesty. After all, three of the justices were appointed by Trump. If Vice President Pence had refused to accept the electoral votes, the same people would be crying foul and saying what he did was unconstitutional, even though it would have been allowed under our constitution. Can you imagine if the Insurrection Act had been used to keep our president in office while the law-breaking congress members were arrested? The violence that would have erupted would have been horrific.

And so, our honorable president stepped away from the most highly-respected position in the world, even though he knew he won. He did what the Democrats never would and left the White House requesting that his supporters remain peaceful and make a non-violent transition possible. Did all of his supporters run out and riot and wreak havoc? No, we did not. We let off a lot of steam on social media sites, and many of us were sanctioned for voicing our opinions. Antifa and Black Lives Matter demonstrators destroyed entire cities and killed law enforcement officers and citizens, yet their Twitter and Facebook accounts remain. They are allowed to spew hatred, but I’m not allowed to share scriptures from the Bible. It upsets the folks at FB headquarters. They closed the accounts of the United States President and left those of evil dictators active. I don’t care if you are republican, democrat, black, white, brown, male or female, Christian or atheist; this should bother you. The right to free speech is a hallmark of our constitution, and those rights are being squashed by the big tech giants. Mainstream media lies and refuses to cover real news if it doesn’t fit their agenda. It is wrong on so many levels. Where does the madness stop?

I didn’t intend to go on a rant. I wanted to write a post that inspired the faithful to have hope. I am praying many times a day for God to bring about the changes that need to occur so that we don’t lose the country that I love to the radical, socialist agenda of the Left. I want to see the wrongs made right. I changed my question to God about why He allows all of this craziness to happen and started asking Him what I should do? The message I keep getting is to have faith in Me. Trust Me. Don’t lean on your own understanding because this will not make sense to you. I love this country. It was built on Christian principles by people who honored Me. Do not live in fear of what might happen. Rejoice in the revival that I am bringing about.

I stopped watching the news months ago, and now I’m trying to limit how much time I spend on Facebook. I’ve decided to keep my accounts because I share God there. If all of us patriotic Christ-followers dump the app, who will share Jesus with the folks who need to know Him and His Love? The real challenge is ignoring all of the negative stuff and sharing what is good and helpful. Calling Biden, Newsome, Pelosi, Romney, and the rest asshats, scum buckets, and lowlifes serves no purpose except to help me let off some steam. I want to stop, and I will need a lot of prayers to do so. When I slip up, you are welcome to call me on it.

Keep the faith. God is good, and He has a plan. I hope that His plan is to bring this country back to its roots and make it the Christ-honoring place that it once was. It may be that we have to endure more difficulties so that more souls can be saved. It’s my job to pray and believe and be salt and light. I’m going to do my best to be who God wants me to be, do what He wants me to do, and have all that He wants me to have. I hope that your prayer is the same. We are in this together, folks. It was apathy and an attitude of tolerance that brought this mess about. It took years for our country to degrade as it has, and it won’t be fixed overnight. Pray, vote, stand up for what is right, and expect the best. That’s what I’m going to do, and I hope you’ll join me in that effort.

A Social Media Breather

A Social Media Breather

I haven’t watched any mainstream media news in months. Tommy and I decided that we had to quit because it made us so angry. They don’t cover real news anymore. Their biased agenda is sickening. Social media has followed the tactic, and despite being able to scroll past what I’d like to avoid, I still find myself getting fired up by the suppression of the real news.

Now that I’m retired, I’m spending WAY too much time scrolling through Facebook and not investing my time on more positive influences like reading my Bible. I’m not reading or writing enough, and God has placed it on my heart to fast social media for at least three days. If you’re not a Facebook junkie like me, it sounds simple, I’m sure. However, I think there are plenty of folks out there just like me. You say you’re just going to spend ten minutes checking up on friends, and before you know it, two hours have flown by. You haven’t done anything productive, and now you are either riled up about the election or COVID or very sad about people that are losing their businesses, loved ones, and fur babies.

I’m praying many times a day for all of the turmoil to end and the virus to be eradicated. I know that God has a plan in all of this. Nothing happens that He does not allow. I believe there has been a spiritual awakening in 2020 like the world has never seen. Our favorite pastors on television, the way we do church now, all report record numbers of people coming to know Christ through their television ministries. Just as many are rededicating their lives to spiritual growth and striving to make a difference in this crazy world.

Matthew 5:13-16 are scriptures we should all be concentrating on right now. “You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor? Can you make it salty again? It will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless. “You are the light of the world—like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden. No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.

For way too long, Christians have been putting our lights under a basket in the name of social correctness or because we didn’t want to upset folks that weren’t believers. We don’t want to be labeled as zealots. We want people to like us. As long as our ticket to heaven was punched, it was all that mattered. God did not call us to live that way. We are supposed to be salt and light. And that means sharing the gospel. 1 Peter 3:15 instructs us – But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect. 2 Corinthians 5:20 – We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.

I’ve used Facebook in a positive way to share God’s word through devotionals and posting scriptures that spoke to my heart. What started as a one-time thing, more years ago than I can remember, became a ritual that I very seldom skip. One morning I read a scripture that blessed me, and the thought came to me that someone else might be moved by it too. I took a picture of it with my phone and posted it on my Facebook page. The next day I did it again. After a week, it was a habit to share what God had shown me in my devotional time with friends on my Facebook page.

I’ll never forget the first time someone walked up to me in Johnny’s Bar & Grill, the historic business I owned and operated for more than 22 years, and told me how much they enjoyed reading my postings. What a blessing! I was astounded. “Really,” I said. “You read my morning scripture posts?” They went on to tell me how much what I was doing had helped them. I was over the moon with joy. I was salt and light.

At the time, I was working with Sean Buckley, my Christian coach, and I couldn’t wait to tell him about it. He was happy for me and suggested that I start a Facebook group to share my devotionals. I thought that was a fabulous idea, and Love Notes from the Lord was birthed. I invited all of my friends to join my group for daily encouragement. I now have over 800 members, and it’s still growing.

As well as sharing in the group, I continued to post on my personal page. Now I was sharing two posts every day. As I said, I don’t know how long I’ve been doing it, but I can’t imagine stopping. What took ten minutes to do in the mornings before beginning my day as a bar owner has become an obsession as a retiree. If all I was doing was sharing spiritual inspiration, it wouldn’t be a problem. But now I’m spending hours viewing posts and commenting on Pelosi, Newscum, the election, and masks. I can start my day with a song in my heart, something fabulous like, “He’s a Good, Good Father,” and a skip in my step and an hour later be utterly distraught about the condition of the world. My faith and hope are sucked up by grim reports of a terrifying future.

It’s a sad situation. I’m a Christian, and my faith is in Christ, not the world. I know the One in charge, and I know that He has a wonderful plan for my life. He has blessed me in more ways than I can say. He has brought me through many harrowing situations. I know how the story ends, and we win. Good will triumph over evil, and Jesus will return to take us all home with Him.

In the meantime, it’s my job, and yours if you are a Christian, to spread joy and hope by being salt and light in a scary world. I’m continuing to pray that truth and justice win out. But, no matter what happens with COVID or the election, I know that the God I serve will take care of my family and me. He will give us the strength to endure and persevere through whatever happens. I personally believe that if Trump doesn’t remain our president and “The Steal” is allowed to take place, Jesus will be returning soon. And I want everyone that I know to be ready. I want to share my Jesus with as many people as possible before that happens.

I’m excited to see what kind of revelations God shows me when I step away from social media for a while. I have a feeling that I will pay more attention to my blessings and be more joyful. I have an excellent program called Cinchshare that allows me to schedule posts. You will still see my daily scriptures and devotionals, but not because I’m hanging out on Facebook. It would be great if some of my friends join me in the social media fast and share their experiences with me.

God bless you all, and see you on the internet in a few days.

Despite the Crazy World Blessings Abound

Despite the Crazy World Blessings Abound

Despite the Crazy World Blessings Abound

I love it when God blesses me with answered prayers. I’ll get to that story in a bit. We left our home in Shingletown, California, a little more than two weeks ago for our Winter 20/21 snowbirds’ road-trip. Getting out of California is a blessing, but we haven’t experienced warm weather yet. We are currently in Cornville, Arizona. Our water froze two days in a row. Despite the afternoons being very pleasant, temperatures between 65 and 70 degrees, the mornings are chilly.

When our water froze the first time, the projected low was 34 degrees, so Tommy didn’t think there was a need for precautions in that area. After it happened, I read the Thousand Trails paperwork. The publication informed campers that the Cottonwood temperatures usually listed on the weather report are always slightly higher than Cornville, where the park actually is. When you look at a listing in any RV app for the Verde Valley Thousand Trails RV Park, it says that it is in Cottonwood. An FYI for you fellow RVers, when trying to put the address into Google Maps for directions, Cornville kept popping up, and I thought it was incorrect.

Where Thousand Trails Parks are concerned, Verde Valley has the most spacious sites we’ve ever experienced. I added this park to our itinerary when we decided to leave home a week early, and I am so glad that I did. It is the only dedicated Thousand Trails park in the entire state of Arizona. The other affiliated parks are Encore RV Parks, which aren’t free to stay in with our membership. All you Thousand Trails owners know what a large financial investment it is initially. If you are frugal like me, getting the biggest bang for your buck is essential.

If you are an RVer or a future one that has been considering joining the Thousand Trails family, I’ll briefly explain how the membership works. We have what I believe is called the Elite membership, which gives us access to hundreds of campsites across the country. We upgraded from the basic membership last year because the Elite allows us to stay for 21 days in the parks before moving on. We can go right to another TT location. With the basic membership, we were only allowed to stay for a week, and once we stayed for four days or more, we weren’t allowed to camp in any park in the system for a full seven days.

After making cross-country trips in our motorhome in 2018 and 2019, never staying longer than a week in any one location, we were ready to take a more leisure pace. There are more opportunities to get to know your fellow campers or full-timers in the parks with an extended stay. COVID put the Kibosh on that in 2020. Before this crazy year of lockdowns, face masks, and social distancing, it was common to be walking past a neighboring campsite, say hello, and be invited to sit by the fire and enjoy a beverage with complete strangers. The camaraderie is one of the best parts of RV travel. We miss it terribly.

The beginning of this year’s trip was supposed to include a two-week stay in Sun City, Arizona. I would leave Tommy and Paddy there for one week and join my pal Susie in a Scottsdale Resort. For years, my pal and I have vacationed together for my birthday week in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. I can’t wear a mask for four hours on a plane, so that trip went out the window. Hence, the Scottsdale plan. It would have been a short flight for Susie from San Jose to Scottsdale, and she’s okay with wearing a mask. But, once California went to Purple or Tier 1 Corona Virus guidelines, Sue wasn’t comfortable making the trip. I didn’t blame her one bit, and I canceled our Scottsdale timeshare reservation.

You may be wondering where the blessing is that I referred to earlier in my post? If you aren’t an RVer, you may not grasp how amazing this is, but I’ll share it with you anyway. Once I knew that we no longer needed to stay in Sun City, an Encore Park that would cost us about $280.00 for our two-week stay, I wanted to stay longer in Verde Valley. With a spacious site and plenty to do in the area, including enjoying hiking trails, I wanted to utilize our 21-day option. Not only was it going to save us money, but it would also save a lot of hassle. We could only stay in an Encore park for two weeks and then we couldn’t camp in another one for a week. We are staying at the Viewpoint RV and Golf Resort in Mesa, Arizona, for the holidays. It’s very close to my mom’s new house in Apache Junction and my brother’s home. We would have had to move three times instead of once. Between the fuel and camping savings and not needing to pack up and move, this would be a win, win.

When we checked in here at Verde Valley, I asked the man at the front gate if we could extend our stay. He didn’t see anything available on the computer. He didn’t think the odds of someone canceling their reservation were good. I prayed fervently that God would provide a way for us to stay. On our first full day here, I walked to the office and once again inquired about a more extended stay. I told the man working the front desk that we would be willing to move to a 30- amp site if necessary. He told me that he didn’t move people from 50 to 30-amp sites and that there wasn’t anything available for a 21-day stay. He did give us three more days, and I was happy to get them. When I apprised him that I would be praying for a cancellation so that we could stay longer, he pretty much told me that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in the Mohave Desert of that happening.

If you know me at all, you know I’m not a quitter, and I don’t give up easily. On our second morning here, I took one of the nature trails, not knowing where it would lead me. Low and behold, I wound up behind the office. I decided to pop in and ask how park employees would recognize that we were hoping for a longer stay if someone canceled. There was a different man in the office. When I explained the situation to him, he told me that he might have to move us to a 30-amp site to accommodate the more extended stay. Apparently, he didn’t have the same rules as the first guy.

To make a long story short, Scott, who just happened to be the park manager, was able to extend our stay until December 20th. Someone had a hold on a site that got dropped, and he was able to do some jockeying around and keep us right where we are. The blessing of staying in the park and not having to move from our beautiful 50-amp site is amazing. We can run our fireplace and small electric heaters when it gets cold and save our propane. There will be no packing up to move, and I am over the moon.

You might think that we just got lucky. I don’t believe that for a minute. I believe that God answered my prayers and arranged for things to go the way they did. I’d accepted the fact that if things didn’t go as I’d hoped, we would have to move. Our lives are in God’s hands. I’m so grateful when my plans line up with His. It doesn’t always work that way. But, I’ve learned that His ways are always better than mine.

I’m enjoying the nature trails. There are plaques identifying plant life and lots of room to roam. We had some great Chinese food and did a little shopping in Cottonwood, a short drive away. There is a winery within walking distance with live music and a barbecue on Friday, Saturday, and Sundays. It’s a beautiful setting, and I can’t wait to experience it. We can make a day trip to historic Jerome, sign up for a Jeep or winery tour, and I can even go horseback riding. I’m so grateful for this beautiful place. I plan to share a lot more pictures in the coming days on my Facebook page RV Road Trip with Tom, Cat & Paddy. Be sure to join it if you want to ride along with us on our journey. I share lots of information there that helps fellow travelers.

“Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. Matthew 7:7 Believing and receiving. That’s what I’m doing. How about you? Are you bold enough to ask for what you want? I encourage you to pray often. I pray about everything. I even ask God for a good hair day. He loves hearing from you, and He loves blessing His children. If you haven’t already done so, invite Him into your heart and life and experience His mercy and grace. You will be so glad that you did.

Thanks for hanging out with me. I look forward to sharing more travel tips and stories soon.

God bless, Cat

On the Road Again! Travel Tales

On the Road Again! Travel Tales

After spending almost seven months getting our new home settled in Shingletown, California, we are finally back on the road. We are officially retired, glamping, snowbirds. In Hollister, we were blessed with some pretty fabulous weather, and I am a cold-wimp. I do not like being chilly. Last week the temperatures dropped so quickly that it even took the folks who lived in Shingletown for decades by surprise. I was wearing shorts and a tank top on my walks one day and bundled up in layers including, gloves and a beanie the next. Did I say that I don’t like the cold?

We’d initially planned on starting our road trip after Thanksgiving. However, we decided to hit the road early and head to warmer climates. Escaping California and our tyrannical governor Newscum was a bonus to our early exit. Sadly, the election proved that there are still too many people in California who vote for the same worthless government officials repeatedly. I told Tommy that if Pelosi and Waters were re-elected, we were leaving California for good. Enough about politics. This is a travel story.

God blessed us once again with excellent house sitters so that we can relax and enjoy our four-month snowbird escape. We are going to put our Thousand Trails membership to good use. I was a bit tired of the drive south on I-5 and suggested that since we were leaving early, we head east and visit our pals in Grass Valley on the way out of California. God blessed us with the best travel weather that we could have hoped for. Tommy did not want to drive our 40-foot motorhome towing our 20-foot trailer with my car in it over any ice and snow. I didn’t blame him one bit. When we left Shingletown on Thursday morning, it was cold but sunny. The drive to Grass Valley was scenic and dry.

We hadn’t seen our good pals Betty and Phil since we visited them at their home in Tennessee during our cross-country trip last year. Yes, believe it or not, they left California for Tennessee and then returned when the humidity was too much for Phil. Now he is ready to leave the state once again. Retiring in the crazy, expensive state of California is not a sensible option. For now, they have a beautiful home on two wooded acres. We had a pleasant visit with them, and our stay at the Nevada County Fairgrounds RV Park was pleasant. The park has a small man-made lake, and despite being close to the highway, it was quiet and tranquil. It was reasonably priced, and we had full hookups. We clampers love full hookups. Throw in a lake for me to walk around to get in my 10,000 steps a day, and I’m a happy camper.

We are headed to Las Vegas to see some friends that escaped California and have a wonderful new home there. We try not to drive more than 250 miles in a stretch to avoid cranky situations, but there wasn’t much in the way of RV parks between Grass Valley, California, and Vegas. I found an RV park in Hawthorne, Nevada, that was great for a stop-over.

The Whiskey Flat’s RV Park is right on Hwy-95, but surprisingly quiet. The receptionist was friendly, and the price was very reasonable. She advised us that the park would be full and that the internet would be slow if lots of folks were using it. Sure enough, we watched the place fill up, and by the time I made my walk around the area, getting my daily steps in isn’t easy on travel days; there were only four spots left. On my walks around campgrounds, I always enjoy checking out license plates to see where people are from. This park had lots of Nevada plates, but Idaho, Texas, Colorado, Utah, Oregon, Montana, and California were represented there.

It’s great being back on the road in our motorhome. We all missed it, maybe Paddy most of all. Our fur baby has been so lovable since we hit the road. He’s back to sleeping with us at night, something he only did only twice in the months we lived in the house, and sitting on our laps in the morning and evenings when we are in our recliners. He rolls all over the tile floors when I extend the pop-outs before I roll out our rugs. I was hoping to attach a video of him because it’s so darn adorable. He looks SO happy while he’s doing it. I couldn’t seem to drop it in but you can see it on YouTube here:

It was nice taking a different route, even though there was very little to see on the hundreds of miles on US-95. Fair warning, if you are traveling between Reno and Vegas, fill your tank before heading out. There was a gas station in Hawthorne, but Tommy thought that Tonopah was closer than it actually was, so we didn’t fuel up there. That led to some extra stress on our journey. When I brought up the fuel subject, and Tommy expressed that he “hoped” we had enough to make it, I was a bit concerned. I found it comical that unbeknownst to each other, we were praying constantly and fervently that we would make it to town without running out of fuel. Once in Tonopah, panic struck when we were almost out of town before we spotted a gas station that we could get the rig into. I’d seen a Texaco sign that said truck stop, and there were plenty of trucks parked at the back of the enormous parking lot, but we didn’t see diesel pumps for trucks. Thankfully, a trucker was walking by, and Tommy asked him where we could get fuel. The two diesel dispensers for trucks are not easily seen, but thank God they were there. The Texaco was the last fueling station for 94 miles, and we would not have made it that far. Tommy never waits until the tank is empty to fuel up. We’ve made two cross-country trips in Buford, that’s our motorhome’s name, and have never added more than 75 gallons of diesel. We put $250.00 in the tank, which got us almost 90 gallons. We have a 100-gallon tank, and despite the gauge reading full with $250.00, we don’t know exactly how close we came to running out. We have vowed never to let that happen again.

Our third stop was Pahrump, Nevada’s, Lakeside Casino, and RV Park. I’m thrilled to have booked a two-night stay here because not only is it gorgeous, but after the LONG drive here, we needed a couple of days to unwind. HWY-95 is well paved, and the inclines and declines are so gradual that you don’t even realize that you’ve climbed or descended thousands of feet. It was strange to be looking at nothing but desert, sand, cactuses and then see a sign that tells you the elevation is over 6800 feet. Throw in the many designated areas for putting chains on your tires, and it seems surreal. God’s traveling mercies continue to amaze us. It’s almost December, and we managed to miss snowfall.

When we arrived in Pahrump, it was a balmy 70 degrees. We passed many RV parks on the way to the one I’d picked, and Tommy was sick of driving, so he started to give me a hard time. I was beginning to think that I’d blown it until I saw this beautiful park. It is situated around a man-made lake. It’s a five-star park but very reasonably priced. It’s as clean as can be, has many trees, and even the full-timers take great care of their spots. I haven’t seen the casino because I can’t wear a face mask. With my claustrophobia, two minutes with a mask on is sheer torture.

I love to gamble, but not enough to endure a mask. Tommy checked the casino out and found it unbearable. He said there was a mask-Nazi working the place. People can pull their masks down to smoke or drink but must immediately put it back over their faces. His glasses kept fogging up so he couldn’t see, and when he mentioned it to the mask-cop, she told him to put shaving cream on them. He asked her if she had any, and she told him no. He said that the smoke was terrible, and he came back smelling like an ashtray after only a short visit. COVID is going to wind up saving us money. If Las Vegas rules are the same as they are here, I won’t be leaving any cash at their casinos either. How is it okay to let people take off their masks to blow cigarette smoke in the air but force you to keep one on while enjoying a beverage?

Today’s drive is a short one to the Las Vegas Thousand Trails. We are excited to see our friends and their new home. I thought that we had to check out on Thanksgiving Day, but come to find out, I’d confused my days of the week. Thankfully, I’d booked the correct dates moving forward. I had a panic attack when I thought I’d messed everything up. I use the RV Wizard app, and I swear by it. If I had looked closely at the days and not just the dates, I could have skipped some scary moments. It’s an excellent application for tracking your trip, including fuel stops, so that you know how far you’ve been, how far it is to where you are headed next, and when you should stop for fuel. You can name your trips, and they are saved on the app so you can look back and at them. It’s a great way to remember where you went and how you got there.

I plan to share our travel tales regularly. If you know someone that is RVing or is interested in doing it, be sure to share my blog posts and invite them to join my Facebook group, RV Road Trip with Tom, Cat & Paddy. I’ll share lots of tips and reviews about parks and travel and updates about mask requirements and other Rona BS. Sorry, but I think these lockdowns and forced behaviors are doing more harm to our countryman and our economy than the disease itself. With a recovery rate of over 99% and an at-risk group easily identified, the pandemic has been blown way out of proportion. This is my personal opinion. Don’t get mad at me if you disagree, and I’ll promise not to be mad at you if you believe masks are called for. One of the great things about America has been the right to voice your opinion. Sadly, that right has been eroding, and the censorship we’re currently experiencing is a threat to life as we know it.

So sorry, there I go with politics again. It’s hard to avoid it in these crazy times. I am so grateful for our health, and our families, and our home on the road. We are more blessed than I can say. I believe that the only way to get through these turbulent and scary times is to remember your blessings, pray regularly, help others whenever you can, and be grateful.

Happy trails and God bless you all.

So Much Is At Stake

So Much Is At Stake

I’m so excited that we are re-electing President Trump today. I believe with every fiber of my being; he will win by the biggest landslide in United States history. We will also turn some blue states red and elect people who will work with our President to get things done. The things that he has accomplished while battling with the Left through his presidency are mind-boggling.

I’m going to assume that most voters have made up their minds about who they will vote for by now. Just in case there are still some undecided folks out there, I wanted to share some news with you that you aren’t hearing from the media. They refuse to share one tidbit of positive information about our President. As far as I’m concerned, they have lost all credibility as journalists. Their prejudice and bias are reprehensible.

If you haven’t tuned into the feature-length documentary, America Lost, I strongly encourage you to do so. The film explores the life of three forgotten American cities. Memphis, Tennessee, Stockton, California, and Youngstown, Ohio. It is a comprehensive and eye-opening look at why some people, especially minorities, fall through the cracks simply because of where they live and why they cannot see their way out.

It couldn’t be a timelier release for this documentary. With organizations like Antifa and Black Lives Matter wreaking havoc in inner cities that are experiencing so many of the pitfalls discussed in the movie, it’s the perfect time to shine a light on what has been going wrong for decades. Our President, who is not a politician but a businessman, was the ideal guy to tackle the inner-city issues that have long been ignored by previous presidents, Republicans and Democrats alike. Politicians in congress have capitalized on these cites’ plight by lying to the very people they say they are trying to help only to secure their votes. It makes me sick. They are the ones stirring up all of the unrest and violence by pushing the race disparity narrative. Don’t get me wrong; I know that improvements can be made in this area, and it is precisely what our President has been doing.

Allow me to share some facts with you.
#1. Under the Trump administration, the unemployment rate among black, Hispanic, Asian, and minority Americans plummeted to US history’s lowest rates.
#2. Poverty rates for African and Hispanic American’s reached the lowest rates ever.
#3. The First Step Act implemented by Trump in 2018 did more for minorities than any other president in history. It enacted reforms to our justice system to make it fairer and help former inmates successfully return to society. The reforms addressed the inequities in sentencing laws that disproportionately harmed black Americans. By reforming mandatory minimum sentences, that often created injustice, and expanding judicial discretion in sentencing for non-violent crimes, The First Step Act helped thousands of inmates. More than 90% of whom are black Americans. The rehabilitation programs for inmates implemented will help them successfully rejoin society and not return to a life of crime.
#4. Trump is promoting second chance hiring to give inmates a better chance at finding gainful employment so they won’t return to a life of crime. The “Ready to Work Initiative” he launched helps connect employers directly with former inmates.
#5. The Trump Administrations Tax Cuts and Jobs Act, which saved hard-working Americans a lot of money, included adding Opportunity Zones for investors. The massive tax breaks and incentives have already created thousands of jobs by bringing businesses to low-income and undercapitalized communities.

The steps that President Trump has taken to reduce crime, unemployment and inequality for minorities are unprecedented. They are all things that his predecessors could have accomplished if they had a mind to. Many made huge promises and never followed through. Obama had eight years to do something for blacks and minorities, and he did nothing. By doing nothing for them and continuing to tell them that the issues plaguing them were because of their skin color, he has done an enormous disservice to us all. He left a legacy of disparagement, and if that weren’t bad enough, he and his Democrat cohorts are calling for violence and riots when President Trump wins.

Please pray and vote. Please vote for the people whose policies represent Biblical values. Please vote for freedom and not socialism. I think there are many smart Americans that can see through the media and the Left’s agenda. I believe that a vote for Trump and like-minded people to every office will result in the most robust economy that we have ever seen. I think that there will be more help for the oppressed, impoverished, and forgotten than any other administration has ever offered. It will come as a hand up, not a handout.

This points to the most significant difference in our candidates. Biden and the Democrat’s want to keep people enslaved in their situations with no hope for change. Our President wants to give people the tools to improve their conditions. A vote for Trump is a vote for hope and freedom. A vote for Biden is a vote for desperation, destruction, and socialism.

Thank you for your time. Now get out there and vote. God bless, Cat