Your trash is trash, throw it away, don't sell it to The Commander and Cheech.

There is an old saying “One mans trash is another man's treasure”. Kadizzle believes your trash is trash and please throw it in the trash. Yesterday Kadizzle had to endure Cheech and The Commander's trip to two flea markets. Most fleas would have been embarrassed at these places. Nothing says more about the state of our education system and our economy than the Arizona swap meets and flea markets. Fresh trash arrives from China by boat and hundreds of trains distribute the garbage with Walmarts help. Once the trash is marinated by the first user it is taken to a swap meet for final seasoning. Poverty's root cause is poor decisions. The first people who bought this crap made a poor decision, now it is available for a poorer person to make a poorer decision.

Knives are the classic case. Why do people want some huge knife? Every swap meet sells a wonderful selection of silly knives. The same people enthralled with guns must also think they need a knife large enough to slay a dragon. How about a nice fake collection of arrowheads? Babbles, beads, and belt buckles along with T Shirts as far as the eye can see. Who pays for beads they throw at the crowd at Mardi Gras for free? Yup, the pink hair crowd can't get enough of them. How about some old glass insulators picked off old telephone poles, are you sure you have enough? Sometimes it is so hard to feel sorry for the broke segment of society. When you invest in someone else garbage do you think you will retire a millionaire?