Saturday, January 10, 2026

What do American want?


What the Republicans Know (and Democrats Pretend Not to)

Years ago, while traveling with singer Pat Boone and former White House counsel John Dean, Earl Butz was asked why the Republican Party had such trouble attracting Black voters. His answer—later reported by John Dean in Rolling Stone and confirmed by New Times—was as crude as it was revealing:

“I’ll tell you what the coloreds want. It’s three things: first, a tight pussy; second, loose shoes; and third, a warm place to shit.”

It’s an ugly quote. Racist. Dehumanizing. And yet, it has always intrigued Kadizzle—not because it’s true, but because it exposes how Republicans actually think about voters. Strip away the slur and the obscenity, and what remains is the Republican worldview: people are simple creatures, easily managed, easily distracted, and satisfied with comfort, stimulation, and a place to sit quietly while power does what it wants.

That formula didn’t stop with race. Republicans applied it to everyone.

Give Americans a big TV, a six-pack, a fishing boat, and a pickup truck to pull it. Keep gas cheap enough, beer cold enough, and football loud enough, and they won’t notice the house next door is on fire. They won’t care if democracy is collapsing, wages are flat, healthcare is unaffordable, or their kids can’t buy homes. As long as their porch is intact, reality can burn.

Republicans understand this at a molecular level. They know exactly how many Hoopleheads there are, and they know how to talk to them. You sell fear. You sell guns. You sell grievance and conspiracy. You tell a MAGA voter that if they’re busted flat, it’s someone else’s fault—immigrants, liberals, trans kids, city people, professors, journalists, Democrats, anyone but the billionaire picking their pocket.

You sell them a cartoon version of themselves: rugged, wronged, and secretly powerful. A he-man myth where complexity is weakness and thinking is suspect.

Democrats, on the other hand, keep acting shocked—shocked!—by how many people fall for this. They talk policy to people who’ve been trained to distrust thinking. They talk democracy as an abstraction while Republicans tie identity to lifestyle, resentment, and tribe.

Democrats need to figure out how to explain democracy in terms that land. Maybe democracy needs to be tied to fishing: clean water, public land, access that doesn’t get sold off to the highest bidder. Maybe it needs to be tied to the pickup truck itself—roads that aren’t crumbling, wages that actually pay for repairs, healthcare that keeps you on the job instead of bankrupt.

Because Republicans already know the game. They’ve been playing it for decades. They don’t respect voters—but they understand them.

And until Democrats accept that reality, they’ll keep losing to people who are very comfortable selling a six-pack while the country burns.

Friday, January 09, 2026

Up in the Morning

The sun is still tucked behind the Mogollon Rim, a thin layer of snow quiets the morning, and the house is awake long before the town. Kadizzle is up at 5 a.m., coffee in hand, reading about the latest damage being done by the presidential bully. If you’re in the mood for that particular brand of outrage, you can find those thoughts over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog:
https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Closer to home, Payson lost a good man yesterday. Chris Higgins passed away unexpectedly, and the town is poorer for it. Chris stood his ground against the Tea Party Hoopleheads and their steady diet of misinformation. He fought honestly, and he fought hard. Unfortunately, in Payson politics, lies often outpace truth, and for now they’ve won the day.

The result is what we’re left with: Otto, Ferris, and Bell—our own Three Stooges—driving the town backward as fast as the bus will go. It may be wishful thinking, but Kadizzle hopes Chris Higgins’ passing serves as a wake-up call. Maybe it jolts the reasonable people of this town into paying attention. Maybe it reminds them what integrity looks like.

Payson doesn’t have to keep sliding downhill. It can still rise from the ashes this crew is busy creating—if enough people decide they’ve had enough.

Thursday, January 08, 2026

Payson will invade Pine and Strawberry

BREAKING: PAYSON ASSERTS HISTORIC RIGHT TO TOURISTS πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡ΈπŸͺ–

In a bold move reminiscent of very stable genius foreign policy, Town of Payson has announced it has every right to invade Pine and Strawberry to reclaim the tourists that were clearly stolen over the years.

“These tourists belong to Payson,” officials reportedly said. “They may currently be drinking coffee in Pine or hiking in Strawberry, but deep down, they are Payson tourists.”

Rumor has it Steve Otto is amassing armed men on the outskirts of town—mostly guys with tactical vests, leaf blowers, and strong opinions about roundabouts—preparing for a special tourism operation.

The plan, sources say:

  • Swiftly cross the county line

  • Secure gift shops, pie counters, and scenic overlooks

  • Capture local leadership

  • Transport them to Payson for a very fair trial at the community center (right after bingo)

Officials insist this is not an invasion, but a “liberation of misplaced visitors.” Any resistance will be met with stern looks, passive-aggressive press releases, and possibly a strongly worded Facebook post.

When asked about international reaction, town leaders responded:
“Frankly, Pine and Strawberry should be grateful. Payson brings freedom, order, and at least three new committees.”

Stay tuned. The Tourist Defense Force is reportedly standing by, fueled by breakfast burritos and righteous indignation.

πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ Make Tourism Pay-son Again πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ

(Satire, folks. Put the pitchforks down.)

Wednesday, January 07, 2026

It made national news, my bridge fell down.

Watching NBC tonight there was a report a bridge fell down in Wheeling, West Virginia. The picture looked familiar. Yes, it was the Washington Avenue bridge we used to play under.  Form our side of the creed we shot huge slingshots over toward the Bandi's house on the other side. The sling shots were made from the fork of a good sized tree, and a bicycle tube was used to propel rocks the size of softballs. Amazing no one was killed in the battles. Under the bridge was a good place to smoke cigarettes, and cigars. Each neighborhood had a gang, and under the bridge was the place of the Washington Avenue gang. Kadizzle was from the Woodsdale gang, but got along with the members of the Washington Avenue gang. 

The Notting Hillbillies "The Next Time Im In Town"

Tuesday, January 06, 2026

Stunned

We now live in a full blown dictatorship. Who cares? Kadizzle has a new pair of shoes and a warm place to shit. So let Trump have a ball room, and if he wants Greenland. The fact that our democracy is toast, just doesn't matter. We have always relied on the rich to feed us, now we need to pay a higher rent to live in the country the rich own.  

Being the king of laziness Kadizzle asked Albert Indigo to rewrite this theme over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog. Albert Indigo is actually AI the new threat to humanity. Albert did a great job and Kadizzle highly recommends you read the AI version. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Monday, January 05, 2026

Going biking

Today we take off for a bike trip. Of course being old goats the trip will be on ebikes. The thought will not leave the mind. We are now in a full blown dictatorship. Who cares, we have iphones, and french fries. Our mentally ill king is having fun stealing countries, and his rich buddies just clap, and sop up the goodies. There are good drug dealers  Trump pardons, and bad ones he kidnaps. Reality has shifted, and exist no more.  

Friday, January 02, 2026