Think it through. Many years ago Kadizzle visited a nursing home in Florida. Who do you think took care of all the old racist. Yup, it was black people. If you were a lifelong racist would you want a black person making your eggs. Maybe a little spit in your eggs would do you good.
Yesterday Kadizzle sat beside a Mexican jet engine repairman. Guess whose jet engines he rebuilds? Yes Trump might want to think about who he is abusing.
Blog Post Title: Why Are MAGA Folks So Obsessed With Sex?
Spend five minutes in a Facebook comment thread on any local news story, and chances are you’ll find it: a MAGA follower making some wild, obscene sexual reference. The story could be about potholes, the weather, or a bake sale, and somehow we end up talking about drag queens, genitalia, or how Joe Biden is secretly turning kids gay. It’s not just an online phenomenon either—bump into a hard-right Republican at a coffee shop or the gas station and just wait. Somehow, some way, the conversation will detour into transgender bathrooms, gay marriage, or their deep-seated fear of books in libraries that mention the existence of sex.
What gives?
Why is the MAGA wing of the Republican Party so obsessed with sex? And not just healthy, adult conversations about sex, but twisted, fearful, paranoid ideas about it. To hear them tell it, sex is lurking around every corner, waiting to corrupt their children, poison their schools, and topple the very foundations of the Republic. It’s like they see a Pride flag and immediately need therapy.
Let’s unpack this a bit.
First off, there’s a heavy dose of projection going on. Many MAGA loyalists accuse others—teachers, librarians, LGBTQ people—of being “obsessed with sex,” when they themselves bring it up constantly. They can’t stop talking about “groomers,” “porn in schools,” and who’s using what bathroom. If anyone else were that fixated on these topics, we’d be deeply concerned. But somehow, when it comes from the right wing, it’s “protecting the children.”
Ironically, the more they scream about it, the more it looks like they’re the ones with unresolved issues.
The truth is, this sexual hysteria is a political tool. It’s been used for decades, from Anita Bryant’s anti-gay crusades in the ’70s to the “Satanic Panic” of the ’80s. Now it’s the “trans panic” of the 2020s. It works because fear is powerful. Scaring people into thinking their children are under attack makes them easy to manipulate. Just toss out a few inflammatory buzzwords—“woke,” “drag,” “groomer,” “porn”—and boom, you’ve got a loyal voter base frothing at the mouth and ready to pull the lever for whoever promises to save them.
There’s also a deep cultural undercurrent here: sex is about control. Who’s allowed to have it, who’s allowed to talk about it, and whose bodies get policed. MAGA ideology is obsessed with maintaining traditional gender roles and a very narrow version of morality. Any deviation—whether it’s a transgender person living authentically, or a school teaching comprehensive sex ed—is viewed as a threat to their entire worldview. It shakes the foundation of the good ol’ days they desperately want to return to (you know, when people knew their place and kept their secrets).
And then there’s the irony so thick you could butter toast with it: the loudest voices screaming about pornography are often the ones secretly consuming it in record numbers. Studies have shown that some of the most conservative states have the highest porn viewership. It’s the old preacher-who-gets-caught-in-the-motel-room story, just scaled up to national politics.
It would be funny if it weren’t so sad—and dangerous. When MAGA folks obsessively inject sexual fear into every political conversation, they’re not just being weird or crass. They’re distracting from real issues: healthcare, climate, wages, corruption. They’re demonizing innocent people to score political points. And they’re feeding a toxic stew of ignorance and hate.
So the next time a MAGA warrior brings up genitals in a school board meeting or posts a comment about drag queens on a story about zoning laws, remember: this isn’t about protecting children. It’s about fear, power, and projection.
And frankly, it’s exhausting.
Mayor, Council Members, and Fellow Citizens,
I come before you today not in anger, but in defense of truth and civility.
Recently, both the Mayor and another council member made false public statements about me. When I approached them—in a public place, calmly and without threats—simply asking for a conversation about these falsehoods, I was accused of “assault.”
Let’s be clear: disagreement is not assault. Asking someone to explain their words is not assault. The law defines assault as an act that causes another person to fear imminent physical harm. At no point did I raise my voice, use threatening language, or make any physical move toward anyone. The only thing I brought with me was a request for honesty and accountability.
Calling a civil conversation “assault” is not just a misuse of the word—it’s a dangerous distortion. It silences public discourse. It weaponizes fear. And it attempts to paint political disagreement as violence.
This is a small town. We all live here. We see each other at the grocery store, the post office, and the park. We must be able to confront lies without being slandered ourselves.
Public officials should be held to a higher standard. If they misrepresent a citizen, that citizen has every right—every responsibility—to seek clarification and defend their name.
I’m here tonight to say: I will not be intimidated. And I hope this council understands the difference between disagreement and aggression. Our community deserves honest dialogue, not fear-based accusations.
Thank you.
The thought often goes through the mind of the many days spent sailing Lake Sakakawea. As the song goes " I've got to remember, its a fine memory. So many nights under the stars anchored in a secure cover sleeping the best sleep one could have with a gentle breeze blowing through the boat as the Sovereign kept her head to the wind. It was a fine boat taught and true. Good sailing friends are missed and the magic of moving without a motor. The storms, the calms, the all night sails, the races, and watching our girls grow up as sailors.
My old friend Mike F. likes to hold a protest sign on highway 87. You can gauge the traffic by how many nice waves and happy faces you see versus, the number of mean nasty MAGA dogs that give the finger. People seem to have given up on the orange rat, Trump. Very few nasty dogs went by. In Payson a lot of the traffic passes through from Phoenix. People seem to have awakened to what a disaster Trump is. The best indication was the turnout last week when about 450 normals turned out to object to the orange menace, and the MAGA dogs had a little over twenty. The MAGA dogs seem on the run. At the Donuts with Democrats yesterday we had another good turn out. Maybe the tide has turned.
