Thursday, September 18, 2025

Trump Land

The sleepy little town of Payson is, disturbingly, a microcosm of what I call “Trumpy Land.” We have our own local versions of the national trends: an eager echo chamber, talk radio that sometimes amplifies a single point of view, and political leaders who trade in exaggeration more than facts.

Take our radio station KMOG — it’s long been a central part of Rim Country’s public life, but like media everywhere, local outlets can be used to shape a story as much as report it.  Around town you’ll also hear the same chestnuts that fuel the national fever: conspiratorial talk of a “deep state,” an appetite for strongman rhetoric, and a willingness to reduce complex issues to slogans. That’s dangerous in any community — and especially dangerous when people accept it as normal.

Locally, partisan organizers and leaders stoke division and caricature their opponents. For example, longtime county Republican activists remain vocal at Tea Party events and county meetings, helping keep that combative, us-versus-them tone alive.  When political life becomes performance instead of problem-solving, the town suffers — not just politically, but socially and economically.

Payson can do better. We’re a community that still has the capacity for civic conversation, neighborliness, and common-sense solutions. Let’s insist on facts, demand accountability from our local leaders and media, and remember that democracy thrives when citizens examine claims instead of repeating them.



The Signs are Everywhere. An Elephant in the Backyard -- and Nobody Sees It

An Elephant in the Backyard — and Nobody Sees It

An elephant just walked through our backyard. How did you miss it?

That’s the new United States. Trump’s thievery, dishonesty, and creeping dictatorship are so obvious they could flatten the flower beds, yet somehow they remain invisible to millions. How does that happen?

To be a good MAGA, you need to build a wall around your brain. Not the kind of wall Trump never actually built on the border, but a psychological one: thick enough to keep out facts, high enough to block reality. You can build that wall with “Fake News” accusations, or mortar it together with the old standby: “He knows things we don’t.” The stronger the wall, the easier it is to pretend the elephant never came stomping through.

One trick to making reality invisible is to pack your head so full of nonsense that facts have no place to land. Fox News is magnificent at this. It doesn’t just give you a steady diet of outrage and distraction — it carefully filters out anything that might pierce the illusion. That way, you’re fed a daily feast of nonsense while truth starves outside the wall.

The Local Rumor Mill

If you think this is only about Washington, think again. Right here in Payson, I’ve been the elephant. A local politician started a false narrative that Kadizzle had been arrested twice for assault back in North Dakota. That lie was dragged into court and proven false. You’d think that would be the end of it — truth exposed, case closed.

But no. The MAGA rumor mill grabbed it, embroidered it, and set it back loose in town. To this day the false story floats around as if facts never happened. The lie lives on because once people build their wall, the truth can pound on the gates forever without getting in.

What It Really Means

This is how democracies rot. Lies aren’t just political weapons — they’re bricks in the wall that keeps reality from entering the public mind. When people refuse to see the elephant trampling their garden, they end up defending the damage as if it were a blessing.

It isn’t just Trump’s problem. It isn’t just Washington’s problem. It’s ours, in our town, in our conversations, in our own backyards.

The elephant has walked through. You can see the tracks. The question is: do you want to look?



Destroying things

 

The Trump Wrecking Crew

Old Kadizzle sits with his morning coffee and the New York Times. The daily pattern is hard to miss: Donald Trump doesn’t just bluster — he sabotages. He goes after industries, technologies, and people who dare to move the country forward, and he leaves wreckage in his wake.

Today’s story was railroads. Modernizing rail isn’t just about shiny new trains — it’s about taking thousands of trucks off our clogged highways, cutting pollution, and saving lives. Railroads could be a backbone of a cleaner, safer, and more efficient economy. But the man trying to lead that effort was fired because Trump didn’t like him. Progress halted, future delayed.

It’s the same with wind power. Every study shows it’s cost-effective, job-creating, and environmentally sound. But Trump mocks turbines because his donors in oil and gas whisper in his ear — and because he once thought they spoiled the view from one of his golf courses. So instead of leading the world in renewable energy, America stumbles backward while China and Europe sprint ahead.

And the media? Trump’s rich allies are buying up news outlets like candy. One by one, independent voices are silenced or converted into megaphones for propaganda. Before long, “news” will mean whatever the regime decides you’re allowed to hear.

We’ve seen this movie before. Mussolini destroyed unions to enrich his friends. Hitler strangled free journalism. Putin turned Russia into a playground for oligarchs. The script is familiar: choke innovation, crush dissent, and funnel wealth to the loyal.

Trump isn’t hiding it — he’s acting it out in plain sight. Every time he kneecaps a clean energy project, fires a reformer, or sells another industry to his cronies, he hollows out democracy a little further.

This isn’t just about trains, or turbines, or newspapers. It’s about whether we let a corrupt strongman and his enablers decide America’s future.

The termites are chewing, but the house hasn’t fallen yet. That part is up to us. We can organize, we can speak up, and above all, we can vote. If we don’t, we’ll wake up one morning to find the lights still on, the coffee still warm — but the democracy gone.



Wednesday, September 17, 2025

It's Your Story

Long ago and far away, at a power plant in North Dakota, there was a lunchroom where the union men gathered. Lunch wasn’t just sandwiches and thermoses of coffee — it was storytelling time. The same tales circled around again and again, each version gaining new details, losing old ones, and stretching just a little further with every telling.

One afternoon, in the middle of yet another recycled yarn, someone interrupted to challenge the accuracy. Before the storyteller could sputter a defense, another man leaned back in his chair, grinned, and said: “It’s your story — tell it any way you want.”

Those eight words were more than comic relief. They were life boiled down into a single sentence. Truth became optional. Narrative became everything.

And here we are today, living inside that lunchroom logic. Science, logic, and reason have quietly slipped off the stage. Reality itself is negotiable. The new mantra is simple: it’s your story, tell it however you want — and people will nod along if it fits the version of the world they’d rather believe.

The troubling part is how comforting that feels. A neatly polished lie or a tailor-made fantasy is so much easier to swallow than the jagged edges of fact. We’ve bought into the soothing version, because who wants to wrestle with the hard stuff when a story is so much easier?

What began as a throwaway line in a union lunchroom has become the philosophy of a culture. Stories are free to float unmoored from truth, and too many of us are content to let them drift.



Welcome to another Planet.

Presumably most of the population is asleep. We are living under the shadow of a full-blown dictatorship — not a whisper of authoritarianism, but a loud, determined march. The people who once promised to protect our institutions are now labeling any dissent as dangerous, and the definition of “dangerous” keeps shrinking to mean anyone who disagrees.

Make no mistake: this isn’t subtle. The rhetoric is explicit, the tactics are obvious, and the targets are anyone who stands for pluralism, reason, or basic decency. Free thought is no longer merely under pressure; it is being declared the enemy. Courts that once served as limits on raw power have been hollowed into cheering sections. Legislatures that were supposed to debate and check the executive now mimic the leader’s talking points like trained parrots.

Why is this happening? Part of it is the normalization of spectacle over substance — of outrage as policy. Part is the steady erosion of civic guardrails: norms replaced by raw ambition, norms replaced by loyalty tests, traditions of restraint replaced by theatrical displays of dominance. When the institutions that hold power accountable are repurposed as instruments of power, the balance that underpins a free society collapses.

And yet most people go about their days as if the disappearance of civic guardrails is ordinary. That quiet complacency is dangerous. History shows us again and again that freedoms erode gradually, then suddenly. It is easy to dismiss censorship, intimidation, and the attack on dissent as temporary noise — until the noise is all that remains.

So what do we do? First, name what is happening. Call out the rollbacks of rights and institutions; refuse the euphemisms. Second, engage — not as an act of entertainment or anger, but as citizenship: show up at town halls, vote, support independent journalism, hold representatives accountable. Third, protect the small civic habits that matter: respectful debate, tolerance for uncomfortable facts, the ability to disagree without demonizing the person across the room.

If we let ourselves sleep through this, the choice will be made for us. If we wake up, speak up, and act together, we still have a chance to reclaim the basic freedoms that define a free people. The test of a republic is not that it survives easy days — it’s that its people refuse to give it away when it matters most.

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Let. Them Rot



Let Them Rot

Kadizzle might be undergoing a philosophical shift. Maybe it’s not worth fighting every battle with people who are determined to sink their own ship. Reading about China recently, a phrase jumped out: “Let them rot.” It stuck, because the same disease infects both China and the United States—old goats clinging to power, rotting the system from the inside out while pretending to be saviors.

In America, Trump is the perfect symbol of rot. A grifter turned idol, adored by his red-hatted followers who mistake his petty tyranny for strength. They cheer on a man who treats the country like a slot machine rigged in his favor. And when the greed machine finally blows up, as it inevitably will, why should the rest of us scramble to save it? Let it rot.

The red hats don’t read history. They don’t want to. They’d rather imagine a big gun solves every problem, as if violence has ever delivered wisdom or justice. Meanwhile, the Red Hats at the top rob the Red Hats at the bottom, and the peasant Red Hats applaud while being fleeced. It’s the same old story: power preying on ignorance, and ignorance mistaking it for glory.

Trump dangles promises like candy—each MAGA dolt gets a winning lottery ticket, a golden future just around the corner. They swallow his lies like cheesecake, fattening themselves on delusion. To them, a mentally unstable president tearing the country apart is no tragedy; it’s entertainment. Politics has become fake wrestling, with Trump as the swaggering showman, slamming opponents on a padded stage while the crowd roars, blind to the fraud.

And so maybe the answer is this: don’t waste breath trying to save them. Don’t chase after people who love the chains they’re in. Let them rot. History will do the job we can’t.



Monday, September 15, 2025

Harari on coping with the Trump eraーNHK WORLD-JAPAN NEWS you need to watch this

Hymn for the Crossing


Don't need a golden box for my bones
Don't need your weeping and wailing
Dont need my name carved into stone
Just sing me a hymn for the crossing

Don't speak of nights darkened by regret
Don't speak of today's light fading
Don't speak at all just sit here by my bed
And sing me a hymn for the crossing

The many miles we have roamed
Each one a mark upon our bones
In the end we leave alone
So until then, just sing me home

Don't fight the storm, the sorrow of the sea
Don't be afraid when it's raging
Don't fight the waves
Let them rock me off to sleep
While you sing me a hymn for the crossing

A reply to "Person"

Kadizzle recently received a peculiar email from someone tied to an opposing political group. I’ll change the name to protect the sender, though the irony of their message is hard to ignore. They emphasized the need to “love your enemy.” Strange advice, coming from a person whose entire organization thrives on creating enemies.

Now, Kadizzle is not a religious man. But it never ceases to amaze him how loudly right-wing groups drape themselves in the language of faith, while their actions betray the very teachings they claim to uphold. They preach love on Sunday and practice division Monday through Saturday.

Here is my response to this person:


Person,

I believe there’s a good human being somewhere inside you. The tragedy is that you’ve been caught in a fog—pulled into the wrong crowd by the powerful lure of belonging. You are not without talent. You have leadership skills and a sharp mind, strong enough to see through the trap you’ve stumbled into.

Human beings crave connection. That need for companionship and shared purpose is deep in our bones. But it’s also the same force that allows destructive groups to flourish. History is littered with examples: mobs, cults, political movements built on fear. They thrive by convincing people that division is strength, that hate is holy, that enemies are everywhere.

And yet—if you truly believe in Jesus, how do you reconcile His message of compassion with the cruelty and lies that echo from your side? How do you square His call to love your neighbor with leaders who sow fear, strip away rights, and call it righteousness?

Maybe you already feel it, even if you don’t admit it—the faint stirrings of doubt, the quiet awareness that something doesn’t add up. That tiny spark matters. It’s the part of you that still hungers for truth.

You can choose a different path. You can step away from those who profit from your anger, those who keep you locked in delusion. You can seek a philosophy built on real love, compassion, and truth—the very things Jesus actually stood for, not the twisted version paraded for political gain.

Drink from a different cup, Person. You deserve better than the poison you’ve been handed. And if you do, you might find that the enemy you’ve been taught to hate was never your enemy at all.



Sunday, September 14, 2025

The dictatorship is here

Trump isn't just a controversial leader — to me he looks like a would-be dictator wrapped in reality TV showmanship. For most people life still hums along: warm coffee in the cup, the car has gas, and yesterday’s comforts feel unchanged. That normalcy is comforting — and dangerous, because it can blind us to the slow rot happening beneath the surface.

The rot is real. Trump and his followers are chipping away at the institutions that keep democracy intact. In a whirlwind of revenge and spectacle he has attacked decency and truth, trading sober leadership for staged theatrics. His long relationship with spectacle — the same theater that powers staged wrestling and television pageants — isn’t accidental. It’s the template he uses: showy performance, blatant exaggeration, and a crowdsourced willingness to treat fiction like fact.

People flock to that performance because it feels satisfying: clear villains, loud heroes, simple outcomes. But believing the theater is reality is dangerous. If you accept staged violence as real and cheer at scripted outcomes, you’re primed to accept manufactured political drama too. Trump’s brand of “authenticity” is often just carefully crafted illusion, and many buy into it wholesale.

What makes this especially frightening is who he’s allied with: powerful, wealthy interests who have the resources to loot public institutions while the rest of us are distracted by the spectacle. History is full of national delusions that ended badly. We ignore the termites at our peril — because once the structure is weakened by lies and greed, fixing it takes far more than a fresh cup of coffee.

Saturday, September 13, 2025

Kadizzle's Sister helping



Blog Rewrite

Little Sister deserves a medal. She came to help take care of Winky, who just had her second knee replacement. Once Winky gets back on her feet, she’ll be a few inches taller—or at least that’s the running joke. Caring for a temporarily disabled Winky is no small task, and Little Sister has stepped right into the role. Of course, she also has no hesitation pointing out Kadizzle’s flaws along the way. Probably for the best—we all need the occasional tune-up.

One of her passions is piecing together family history. With nine kids in the family, every story has at least nine versions. Age brings reflection, and it’s something we’ve all been doing lately—looking back at the long climb to where we are now. Our oldest brother, 84, is doing remarkably well considering the rough-and-tumble life he lived. Offspring are plentiful, and watching the next generation sprout has been rewarding—no duds yet.

Growing up in a big family was an education all its own. Social skills, survival instincts, and yes, a few bad habits were picked up early. Self-reliance was essential. Out of the nine, only five of us remain. There’s no predictable order to who gets called to the next dimension, but somehow the two oldest are still purring along.

No offense to those without children or siblings, but it’s a very different planet you live on. In this moment, Little Sister has been nothing short of a savior. Sometimes Kadizzle can’t help but wonder, “What in the hell were our parents thinking?” But that was the world we were born into—post–World War II, when big families were the norm. In our neighborhood, having four to nine kids wasn’t unusual. Kids roamed free, no cell phones, no computers—just the wild and the world. And somehow, we survived.



Friday, September 12, 2025

New Comment Rule

Kadizzle is done with cowards who won’t stand behind their own words. From now on, anonymous drive-by comments are on borrowed time.

There’s one exception: if you know Kadizzle personally, you can use your initials and that’s fine. But if you post without identifying yourself, don’t be surprised if Kadizzle deletes it on a whim.

If you’ve got something to say, have the backbone to sign it. Otherwise, don’t waste everyone’s time.


Do you respect your own opinion

People leave comments on this blog, and Kadizzle lets them stay. Why? Because they’re often more entertaining than anything else. They provide a window into how the MAGA mind operates—confusion, distortion, and denial all rolled into one.

Every attempt Kadizzle has made to engage with MAGA folks has ended the same way: in disaster. They know, deep down, that their arguments won’t hold up under scrutiny. That’s why they avoid direct conversation. In person, it’s much harder to twist the truth or dodge reality. Instead, they hide behind anonymous comments, too timid to sign their names to their own words. How do you respect someone who won’t even stand behind what they say?

Kadizzle, on the other hand, will explain his views to anyone, face to face. Try showing up at a Republican or Tea Party meeting, though. You’ll quickly find the discussion is stage-managed. Only the official party line is welcome. Speak up with a dose of reality, and you’ll be shut down or banned altogether.

The same script plays out at the local radio station, KMOG. Host Kenny Murphy cuts off dissenting voices almost instantly, making sure the MAGA narrative rolls on uninterrupted. Meanwhile, Inga—the Republicans’ golden child—gets free rein. If she wants to gush about Windy Rodgers or heap praise on the latest MAGA distortions, she’ll have the microphone for as long as she likes. But if you challenge the fantasy, the station won’t hesitate to hang up on you.

That’s the MAGA method in a nutshell: protect the lie, silence the truth, and keep the echo chamber humming.


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Kirk Really?

A man who stirred up right wing insanity gets too much attention. Reading about Kirk saying nasty things about Martin Luther King did the deal for Kadizzle. If you have a clue about what Kirk spread and stood for you would not put him on your hero list, unless you were caught up in the Trump fantasy. Of course Trump claims the liberal, the Democrats, and Biden shot Kirk. Insanity is rampant in the MAGA crowd.