Thursday, November 9, 2017

A REVIEW: IN THE WOODS WITH DUCK DYNASTY'S PHIL ROBERTSON and CRTV



I have to ask, "what planet am I on?" when the public figures I agree with most are President Trump and Phil Robertson. This post is not about the president, therefore I will go on to Phil Robertson.

I hated Duck Dynasty with a passion. (Shudder)

Years ago, I was stuck in a hotel for a few days and there was nothing on even remotely worth watching, and there was a Duck Dynasty marathon going on and so I watched. I had to turn the revolting program off after about ten minutes. During the day, I kept checking back periodically in different episodes as to give the program a fair judgement and I decided that they were a bunch of rich, spoiled actors trying to make Christians look like backwater imbeciles. 

Fast forward to now. Since we already subscribe to CRTV because I like Mark Levin, I turned on their new program addition with great trepidation In the Woods with Phil Robertson. And I liked it. Besides closing my eyes as he cut off the heads of some ducks he was preparing to eat, I thought it was an okay show. In fact, after watching several episodes, I found myself verbally shouting accolades at his courage and wisdom. So I showed the program to my husband, knowing once he saw it that we would be watching regularly.




However, still, as I watch, I vascillate between thinking that he is an actor extraordinaire pretending to be wise paying some twenty-year-old show writer to flip through the pages of saints and G. K. Chesterton for monologue ideas or that he is a modern-day John the Baptist who is shaming all our Catholic bishops by his courage. I kinda want to believe the latter. But who knows? I keep up my emotional defenses against all public figures so I won't suck into believing they are who their publicists says they are and then be disappointed. (Thanks, Ronald Reagan...)

At the moment I will give In the Woods a thumbs-up and recommend the show. Actor or not, what he is saying is refreshing. And I will recommend getting a subscription to CRTV with two cautions. 

1) Mark Levin is a great source of information and is entertaining. However, he constantly refers to the Constitution as a sacred document, the Declaration of Independence a creed and makes the Founding Fathers saints. This is disturbing to a Christian. He has created a quasi-religion out of the United States and capitalism. Watch out. Patriotism is good, but this lavish, almost worshipful, reconstruction of our history tempts us to put our faith in the USA rather than God.

2) Louder with Crowder. Steven Crowder is the reason I took out the subscription to CRTV in the first place. He is smart. He could be right up there with Ben Shapiro or Matt Walsh on my list of brilliant young men, but Steven takes his vulgarity too far. Every time I think, "Okay, that was just that one show, maybe he has toned down the coarse talk and obscenities" I find that after a few minutes, God needs to cleanse my eyes and ears of the filth Crowder throws at his audience. So, I don't even watch his show anymore. And that is too bad because he seems like, underneath his scatological psychosis lies a profound thinker. He reminds me of Robin Williams. Yikes....

I kinda imagine Phil Robertson grabbing Steven Crowder wrestling him to the ground and washing his mouth out with some bitter, black coffee. (smile). Steven needs to spend some time out in the woods with Phil!

Having given those warning, I still would recommend CRTV. Well worth the ten dollars a month, especially now with Phil Robertson's In the Woods. 

I guess I am now on a planet so confused by wickedness that it has made Phil and I soulmates. Well, in this new world, Phil and I could work together, he could hunt down a fox as a fur collar for my coat. He could whittle me a duck call that plays Madame Butterfly. I am sure his wife, Miss... (can't remember her name) and I could have a lovely time in the kitchen cooking up something vegetarian.

But when we spoke of God and our wonderful Savior, Jesus Christ, you wouldn't know where this backwoods Protestant duck hunter and this city-dwelling, pumpkin-spice-coffee drinking, high-heel-wearing, Catholic woman would differ. We all become one in Christ! Hallelujah!  


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