Watching People get shot up.

Starting to type this Kadizzle thought he would write about his friends being shot up.  By that Kadizzle means his older friends that are suffering from various health problems.  All of a sudden it hit Kadizzle that we are watching people literally getting shot up, school children.  First,  lets deal with older people getting shot up.  Ken and Rita had to leave suddenly because Rita is experiencing some health problems.  Two of our older good buddies are dealing with health crisis.  Health is a big part of getting old, and certainly not a pleasant part of it.  Friends are dealing with cancer,  implants, seeing problems,  and on it goes.  It always seems like we are old trees in the forest.  You see those old noble trees, and you see the limbs falling off, and the big hollow spots in the trunk.  It is just how nature works.

Now lets get to the real tragedy.  Nothing is as disturbing as having your child injured.  Imagine having your child shot by an NRA terrorist.  Many years ago our daughter was seriously injured in an accident.  Her kidney was split into three pieces and she was internally bleeding to death.  As the ambulance rushed Erin to Bismarck we followed in the car.  Somewhere between New Salem and Bismarck the ambulance pulled off the road shut off the emergency lights and stopped.   Terrorized we both thought perhaps Erin had died.  It was one of the most terrifying moments in our lives.  As it turned out the ambulance had to stop so they could take Erin's blood pressure.  It was so week they needed silence.  Losing a child to an accident is one thing.  Having NRA terrorist kill your child would be a tragedy of another magnitude.

So we have an organization in the United States that wants to help gun manufactures sell guns.  To sell the guns the NRA buys off congressmen.  The congressmen play to the gun insane to get elected. The price of this is a government that does not work, and far worse dead children.  Other countries have people that hunt, they have guns, and they have sensible gun laws.   Why do we pretend it is impossible to protect our children when every other modern country does?

The Ice Flow

Years ago Kadizzle read about an explorer in the Arctic.  After a the ship was frozen in the ice the crew realized they had to make a long trek toward Russia across the ice.  After three weeks and terrible struggling they took a star sighting.  The fix from the stars told them they had made no progress.  How could this be, they had been moving steadily for three weeks.  It turned out they were on a huge sheet of ice.   As fast as they walked south the ice was flowing north. 

Kadizzle awoke this morning with that feeling.  He was walking south on an ice flow moving north.  Lately it seem like we are getting nowhere.  Trump has taken us backwards by decades.  Income inequality has put the country back to before the depression. 

Is there any good news.   Yes, somehow the arctic explorers eventually made it to land and were rescued.  Don't give up.

Billy Graham will be welcomed in Hell

Once upon a time when Kadizzle was a teenager he realized his mother was sending money to Billy Graham.  Our family had nine children and sending money to Billy did not seem like a brilliant idea.  Now old Billy was clever.  Billy early on figured out how to use computers to bilk people like my mother.  Billy realized you had to figure out how to pull the right string.  Did the person you wanted to bilk have sympathy for Indians, Africans,  or poor American children.

Well send the old ladies different scams and see which one they bite on.  Better yet let the computer do the work.  So one day Kadizzle wrote the Graham scam machine a letter.  Kadizzle made up a number like $360.. Kadizzle explained to the Graham organization our family could not afford to take care of his Africans and we would like to have our money back.  The Graham gang wrote back that my mother had given them  $267.97 and we could not have it back.  The money was used to fuel Billy's twin engine plane he flies to his cabin in Alaska.  There are a host of poor people in Alaska that need Jesus apparently.

Billy Graham paved the way for every crooked preacher that followed him.   Now you have dozens of " Prosperity Gospel" preachers.  You give me money and God will make you rich.  Graham invented this wonderful way to prosper.   Billy passed away and they are planning what to do with his carcass. It should be ground into bits and fed to pigs.  Billy also passed away with 25 million in the bank.  Now Billy could have given the money back after he died rich doing the work of Jesus, but no Billy left it to Franklin so Franklin could carry on the work of Jesus bilking old ladies. 

What other fraud can you do in the United States that is tax free and gauranteed never to get you the jail time you deserve.  Yup, it is religion.  Now, they want to put Billy's carcass in the Capital rotunda so Americans can get used to the idea of some con man bing there, because after all someday the carcass of our orange president will lie there to prove the wicked witch is dead.

No Choice, you must watch this, very good, very funny

A gathering of Sailors

With our sailing friends we had a nice supper last night in Gold Canyon.  As usual a few old stories cropped up about fouled anchors and other adventures.  The sailing gang is planning a two week sail this summer instead of the regular one week sail where we explore the lake.

We have been sailing for a long time together and now we are getting old together.  Time is taking it's toll on our bodies, but some wind in the sails this summer will restore us all.  What is the fascination people have with water?  People want to be near water.  All the campers here at lake Roosevelt are camped on the beach.  People build homes beside lakes and oceans.  Supposedly we came from the seas.  Our bodies are mostly salt water.  Maybe it is an urge to go back to a simpler time when we just swam around and ate smaller fish. 

Now we are on land swimming in a sea of cars and pollution.  The primordial sea may have been the place to stay.

A new level of insanity

Think about this for a minute.  The same guy who says you must respect the president, the flag, and all the patriotic nonsense is the same guy who tells you the government is coming to get your gun.  If you read this blog you might have read about Alex the trail hiker Kadizzle picked up the other day.  Alex has some bizarre thoughts.  Alex was not getting enough nutrition to his brain.  Is that the problem with Trump?  Arming teachers?  What level of insanity have we reached?

If you see a solution to a problem you use the solution.  Every modern country that has gun control, does not have the problem we do.

Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, and a host of right wing propaganda machines have convinced Americans to buy into the paranoid insanity the NRA sells.  Sadly poorly educated people who don't understand data, science, and reality have bought the nonsense spewed by right wing media.  Now we have Donald Trump. 

How did our country sink to this level?

NRA insanity

Kadizzle has a gun,  Mrs Kadizzle has a gun.  We fear one thing, pheasants.  That is all the guns are for.  If the government comes to get out guns some pheasants will be safe. The gun insanity that has gripped the country is beyond belief.  Are we going to sacrifice our children because the NRA has purchased our legislators?   You want to register our guns, go ahead.  You want to fingerprint us, go ahead.  You want to make hand guns illegal go ahead.  Do what you have to do to protect our children.  Every modern country in the world has gun laws that have prevented mass shootings.  What do you get when you let the NRA purchase the government.  You get Donald Trump, a complete idiot.  You get worthless lickspittles like our congressional delegation in North Dakota. So not only do you get dead children compliments of the NRA, you get a government that only wants to shovel money to the rich while the country falls apart.

The NRA knows nothing sells better than fear.  The NRA feeds on fear. The government is going to get your gun.  A bad hombre is going to break into your house and rape your wife.  Think about what the government that promotes guns has done.  The government that promotes guns sure has oppressed every minority there is.  So if you are worried about your freedom as a black person, a gay person, a Mexican person, or a Muslim, think about the NRA government we now have.  It is the NRA government that has already stolen your freedom. 

In our country one of our biggest freedoms is an equal chance to succeed.  Do you have an equal chance with a person who inherits billions?  Do you have an equal chance with a kid that goes to the best schools, and does not have to pay his own way through school?  No, the NRA government has stolen your equality.  Who is in the NRA military?  It is not rich kids like Donald Trump.  The poor are our soldiers.   Who does all the work in this country?   It is the poor, the disadvantaged.  Trump never worked one day in his life.  So that freedom you are going to protect with your gun is already gone.

Bigfoot adopts Alex

Some good news today.  The Kadizzles woke up and met with Alex at his camp site.  After a long drive up Campaign Creed to Peter Bigfoot's compound we walked in.  Alex went ahead and was already having a conversation with Peter when we arrived.  Alex told Peter of his dilemma.  Peter agreed to let Alex stay and be part of his operation.  This was very good news.  Had Alex continued to hike the Arizona Trail on his starvation diet the outcome would not have been good.  The stretch of the Arizona Trail from here up towards Payson is wild and difficult beyond what most people can realize.  Alex had intended to hike with nothing but about eight pieces of fruit.  How he made it from the Mexican border to here is amazing.  He said for awhile he was living on lemons.

At the Bigfoot ranch we purchased some of his vegetables.  Bigfoot has an amazing garden and a lot of the volunteers have been buying his produce.

Picking up Strays.

At the Forest Service Visitor Center yesterday Kadizzle walked out onto the plaza.  Sitting by the drinking fountain was a thin male hiker.  The Kadizzles try to spot people hiking the Arizona Trail and give them help and refuge.  Kadizzle approached the young guy and offered him a meal, a shower, and a place to camp.  Soon it became evident this young guy was not an ordinary hiker.  As his story unfolded he said he was an ex marine.  Alex had been in a special program in the marines and suffered some kind of injuries that left him constantly suffering and in great pain.  Alex claimed he had been all over the world search for a cure.  Nothing seemed to work, but some strange doctor told him he needed to do a dry fast.  A dry fast is where you heal your body by taking no water or food.  Basically you starve yourself.  Looking at Alex it appeared that was exactly what he was doing.  First, Alex needed groceries.  Kadizzle took him to Tonto Basin to get his food resupplied.  As we drove he appeared to be almost passed out.  Alex had told the Mrs. that he had not slept for days, and was hiking at night because of anxiety problems. 

Alex seemed to have a host of problems.  Before we reached the store Alex said he avoided junk food and meat.  Shopping Kadizzle noticed the worst kind of junk food in the cart Alex was pushing.  Kadizzle inquired and Alex said he had an addiction for junk food.

Kadizzle gave Alex a pass to camp in the park free and left him at a campsite with solar showers.  When Kadizzle returned several hours later to pick Alex up for dinner he seemed much better.  Apparently the food had a good effect.  Kadizzle had lectured Alex on the insanity of trying to heal his body by starving it.  Having had time to think about Kadizzle's remarks Alex seemed to be thinking more clearly. 

Kadizzle had a flash of genius and insight.  The perfect place for Alex would be with Peter Bigfoot. Peter Bigfoot is the guy up the valley with an aging hippy compound.  Alex could get room and board from Bigfoot if he helped around the ranch.  Alex would be fed good food from the Bigfoot organic garden, and Alex could partake of all Bigfoots natural cures.  Alex liked the ideal. 

Now todays goal is to get Alex up to Bigfoot.   A little back story.  Alex started hiking the trail at the Arizona border with Mexico.  Alex has hiked 400 miles on the trail so far.  His intention is to go clear to Utah.  Some of the most difficult remote parts of the trail are right her.  From here Alex will not be able to get food for perhaps a week.  He did not buy enough food to last a day or two.  Starving himself and depriving himself of water could result in his death.  Kadizzle told him of another hiker that disappeared in the Mazatal mountains where the trail goes. The man has still not been found after ten years. 

Like so many stories this one goes on and on.  Alex said his father was a convict and his mother a drug addict.  I asked him what his father does now.  He said his father is retired.  It never occurred to Kadizlzle that you could retire as a convict.  Alex said he was adopted and had a falling out with his adoptive parents when he reconnected with his real parents.  So in an hour or so the story will continue as Kadizzle tries to find Alex a home.  There are two ways to introduce Alex to Bigfoot.  One way would be to drop Alex off nearby and have him wander in as a lost soul.  The other would be for Kadizzle to explain to Bigfoot what the problem is.  That issue has to be resolved.  Kadizzle thinks it might be best to be up front and have a conversation with Bigfoot.  Bigfoot may not want the stray in which case Alex may take up the second half of the trail.  Who knows how this will go.  Hate to see a nice young guy 26 wander off into oblivion.

World Exercise record set

For three days in a row fat old Kadizzle has lumped his body down to the Forest Service gym to exercise.   What seems to work is music.  On the scale the gravity has not let up appreciably.  Listening to music while riding the bike or doing the rowing machine seems to create endurance.  Will have to admit the lower back seems to be improving.

Kadizzle much prefers to be on a real bike and the temptation to buy an electric assist bike has been very strong.  Kadizzle has been trying to convince Shanika to open an electric bike rental business in Medora, North Dakota.  To this end Kadizzle has been discussing the ins and outs of the business with the owner of a rental shop in Scottsdale.

Look up the Rad Rover if you are interested. Kadizzle has tried one and they are neat.  If you let the bike do all the work you can go twenty miles, if you pedal the range can be doubled or tripled.  If you run out of power you will be peddling a heavy bike.  One nice feature are the fat tires which allow you to go just about anywhere.

Nice surprise from Heidi this morning.

Recently Kadizzle fired off a letter to the Fargo Forum about Trump's silly desire for a military parade. Apparently it caught Senator Heitkemp's attention.  Heidi emailed Kadizzle today and said she is opposed to the waste of money for a parade for Dear Leader.

The old saying is "The squeaking wheel gets the grease".   Anyone can write a letter to the newspaper. Newspapers are desperate something to print.  Normally if you try to get the attention of your representative all you get is a form letter.  Today Kadizzle will call Cory Gardner's office in D.C.  My daughter Erin has been running a JiHad against the right wing rat for about a year .  So he will get a call today from a grandfather that does not want his Sylvie shot by an NRA terrorist.

Do your part become active and fight the gun terrorist the NRA supports.

Radio Frequency Divice

What in the hell is an RFD?  RFD stands for radio frequency device.  Now read this and Kadizzle will explain how this device could go a long way to solving gun problems.  When you go into the store and you see those little black things on the high end items.  Those things keep people from stealing.  If someone tries to walk out of the store with an expensive item which has a tag attached, an alarm goes off.

How does this work?   That little tag can give off a radio signal.  How does it do it?  When you go past those weird looking things at the entrance to the store you and the little tag are being exposed to microwave energy.  It is a low dose of the same thing in your microwave that cooks the food.  That energy enters the chip and the chip sends out a signal.  That signal triggers an alarm.  Now stick with Kadizzle and find our how this can be done with guns.

If guns were required to have an RFD chip implanted in the handle or in some portion of the gun where it could not be easily removed guns would give off a signal when exposed to microwave energy.  Guess what?  The military and the police have already adopted this technology.  The military can walk into a vault of guns and every gun will identify itself. 

Now put it all together.   A simple minded deranged gun dinger tries to go into a school with a gun.  The gun has an imbedded RFD chip.  The chip sets off an alarm at the school and the gunman is stopped.  This is not dreaming.  The technology is here.  You are required to have an RFD in your gun.  This will protect policemen making traffic stopes and countless other people.

 Of course the NRA will oppose this.   The government is coming to get our guns.

Trickled on

Sitting in the Earth Module as Mrs. Kadizzle makes the coffee.  Last night we got trickled on as the clouds came in.  Some kids got trickled on with bullets in Florida.  It will all be forgotten until the next gunman trickles on some kids, or maybe some church people. If thoughts and prayers work you would surely think a church would be a place you could not get shot.  Americans have such short memories. Trump can tell a lie and no one remembers he told one yesterday and the day before.

The current mess reminds Kadizzle of an incident long ago.  Kadizzle was underground in a coal mine in West Virginia.  He was young and new to mining.  With a bunch of other young people that had been hired for the summer to do laboring work Kadizzle was reinforcing a portion of the main line rail line that had caved in.

Underground trains run on a trolly system.  That means there is a copper trolly wire over the track that is energized with 800 volts of DC power.  The ground for the system are the tracks the train runs on.  Under the trolly wire was a steel flatbed rail car.  As we were unloading the car somehow a steel drill stem, which is basically just a long piece of steel,  fell against the trolly wire as it was grounded on the steel flat car.  This happened right in the midst of young unexperienced coal miners.  It was like instant lightening.  Huge bolts were flying and we scattered like rats.  An old expeirienced miner came casually onto the rail car and used a wooden 2 x 4 to move the drill stem from the trolly wire.  The excitement was over.  The young miners felt like fools. 

This is like dealing with the NRA gun terrorist.  There are simple solutions, but instead we run like chickens in every direction not knowing what to do.

Now after the old timer stopped the lightening show he had to put on a show of his own.  The old guy was standing on the rail car so he could reach the trolly wire with his mouth.   He opened his mouth and put the trolly wire in his mouth.  This is one of the stupidest things Kadizzle has ever see a human do.  With good rubber boots, which this guy had, you could get away with this trick.  However,  there is always moisture in a mine,  and a pair of boots without a small leak are hard to find.  When the idiot put the wire in his mouth if his boots which insulated him from the car had the tiniest of a leak he may have been killed or in for a terrible surprise.  The fillings in his teeth would have melted and dripped down his throat.

What is it you need?

Many days Kadizzle searches for that special item that will make his life so much easier.  It never seems to appear.  Would a bigger boat be the answer?  Not really, bigger boats are bigger headaches.  Would a fancy car be the answer?  Doubt it who cares?  What about a bigger fancier home?  Just more problems.

Now Kadizzle is not a rich man, but he is rich by the old standard.  A man is rich according to what he can do without.  Now why do the people with a hundred million,  a billion, or fifty billion need more?  Studies about happiness have shown that peoples joy in life does not increase much after they make about $70,000 per year.  Yet people are willing to make life miserable for the poor so the rich can have more.  Time to bring out the trickle down argument.  Let's not even waste time on that nonsense.  It simply doesn't work except in cows.  When you give a cow feed it trickles to the bottom of the cow and feeds the calf.  The good thing is humans steal the milk for themselves.  Now that is the Republican plan.  Even if the food trickles to the bottom of the cow,  how can the rich still steal the milk?  There are hundreds of ways to dupe the ignorant.  Scare them and sell them guns.  Scare them and tell them they need to buy aircraft carriers.  Get them in church and tell them god needs there money.  Start a fake university like Trump did.  Sell them something for 19.95.

The best trick of all is a Republican favorite.  The government is after your money to give it to poor lazy people who do not work. What about the Republicans who are after your money to give it to rich lazy people who do not work?  They earned it. Oh yea, they earned it.  Most of them inherited it or had such a head start they were bound to win. 

Somehow we are to believe the head o Walmart actually earns his $8,000 per hour.  Of course he does selling stuffed animals from China to those lazy poor people.  The CEO gets 133 dollars a minute.  That means for a ten minute bowl release he gets paid one thousand three hundred and thirty dollars.  Taking a shit he earns more than the greeter at the door of his Wallmart does in a week.  That is how trickle down works.  CEO trickles down in the toilet and earns enough to buy something.  Now some poor person in China making stuffed animals has a job.  Exactly how Jesus wants the work

Uncle Remus Trump

Judy Wallman Trump, a professional genealogy researcher in
southern California, was doing some personal work on her own family tree.

She discovered that President Donald Trump's great, great uncle, Remus Trump,
was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889.  Both
Judy and President Trump share this common ancestor.

The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows in Montana
territory. On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this
inscription: *“Remus Trump, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison
1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton
detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.”*

So Judy recently e-mailed the President for information about their great,
great uncle,

Remus.                                                                                                

Believe it or not, President Trump's staff sent this response back.

*Remus Trump was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire
grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings
with the Montana railroad.  Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of
his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings
with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by
the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an
important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was
standing collapsed.”*

Now THAT is how it's done, Folks, in politics!

Nosuch Rocks

Later today the expedition will head to Nonsuch Rocks.  There is a strange rock formation out there near the mountains.  Cliff, Mrs. Kadizzle and Jon will drive the jeep.  Kadizzle will take the cycle.  Part of the mission is to show Jon where he can ride his electric bike on some interesting back roads.

Worked hard on the JiHad with the NRA yesterday, but everyone will calm down until more children are shot.  Sad state of affairs.  Kadizzle's arch nemisis Kevin Cramer is going for the big bucks.  Challenging Heidi, Cramer hopes to be able to get the big bribes.  A lot of people know what a rodent Congressmen Cramer is, but there are just too  many Hoopleheads in North Dakota.

The Russian game is heating up.  Hopefully than can pull the trigger on Trump.  Looks like the coffee is ready, so perhaps more later if some caffeine hit the mind.

They called

Shortly after Kadizzle wrote the last post on this blog Heidi's Washington Office called. Interesting.  We had a good conversation with the communications director who assured us Heidi wants to start "A conversation in Washington about gun control".   So if an NRA member pulls a gun on you start a conversation.  Maybe tell them what a nice AK 47 they have.

If you, right now would light a match and place it under your ass, and call your congressman or woman, perhaps a fire will start that will burn down the NRA.

OK, this launches a story.  Once upon a time we were kids, maybe 8 or 9.   Chris Hiles was one of us.  Fortunately for Chris his father was a doctor.   Kadizzle being an evil kid had a brilliant idea.  Kadizzle's father was a bee keeper.  Beside the garage was a bee hive.  Kadizzle thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if you stuck a stick into the front of the hive and stirred up the bees.  The best way to do this was to have Chris do it.   Chris performed the task and got stung badly.  As it turned out Chris was allergic to bees.  Chris ran home and was saved by his physician father.

Ever since that day Kadizzle has used the term " Stir the bees".  When you stir the bees something is bound to happen.  Right now if ever is the time to stir the bees.   Some congressmen and women need stung by the voters.  Stir the bees.

Calling your congressman or woman

The gun insanity has got Kadizzle foaming.  Kadizzle called all his North Dakota Representatives.  Sadly we have three NRA gun thugs in North Dakota, Heidi, Hoeven, and the worst rat in the world Cramer.  Now if you want to get the attention of the gun rats here is a tip. When Kadizzle calls them he says he is doing an article.  This is the article.  Kadizzle called the offices of the gun thugs and asked how much money they got from the NRA.  This really makes them squirm.  Next Kadizzle explained that the article had a deadline and he wanted the information right away.  Of course the congressmen don't want to admit they take blood money.

Kadizzle has a family.  If a family member or a friend is shot by an NRA sponsored killing what is Kadizzle going to say to himself on that day?  I did nothing while the NRA promoted gun sales. No, Kadizzle will say I fought the bastards every chance I got.  If NRA terrorist succeed in killing a close friend of mine or one of my children the NRA will find no furry like Kadizzle.  In action is what the NRA feeds on.  The other day Kadizzle was invited to a feed by a guy with an NRA T shirt on.  It was a chore to keep the mouth shut.  How do you penetrate the concrete of a Fox News brain?

In North Dakota the Fox News brain is fed on the farm by KFYR radio.  KFYR pumps up every right wing lie ever told.  The saddest thing of all is Heidi Heitkemp.  We elected her as a Democrat, but she things she can get free redneck votes with the gun issue.  Guns are like cocaine to rednecks.  Heidi knows it.  So she sits on the fence and draws in a few NRA gun votes instead of standing up to protect our children.  Votes are more important than children.

Off we went

Kadizzle and company after too much time in the same places set off for new country this morning. Up at five as usual we took off in a different direction to check out a trail up by Jake's Corner.  The road like so many wound back into the mountains along cliffs and finally down into a valley.  Two major streams joined in the valley and the place had the feel of ancient Indian ruins.  It looked like the perfect area for the natives to have a residence.  Way back there was a unique ranch home.  Built over, on, and into a cliff the rancher built a home with a panoramic view overlooking the confluence.  You could imagine some of the floods they must have witnessed. Our trail crew had to drive though the stream that was running fairly well.  On the other side of the stream was a rocky road even the commercials would not use to advertise their four wheel drive. 

After a false start we realized the correct path was down the rocky stream away.  After we gained altitude we were all in a new wilderness.  Once more the realization of how vast this wilderness is hit us.  The trail we were researching was hard to find and soon again we realized we were not on the right trail.  Turning around we headed back into a deep valley we had just come out of.   Everyone but Kadizzle decided to pursue another attempt to find the right trail.  There was rain in the forecast and the group thought it wise to have one of us head back to the truck.  If the stream came up and the truck was on the wrong side we were doomed.

Kadizzle decided to make a little side trip out a ridge to get a view from the prominence.  On the way back he noticed a boulder precariously sitting on the edge of the cliff top where he walked.  The thought occurred it might be fun to dislodge the boulder and watch it tumble into the deep chasm.  At first it seemed like it might be impossible, but that was part of the fun.  With his hiking pole Kadizzle dug the dirt out from under one side of the rock until it became unbalanced.  It was time to give it a nudge with both feet.  At this point the brain momentarily kicked in.  What if Kadizzle went over the cliff with the rock.  Oh the hell with it here it goes.  As anticipated it was a good show.  The rock must have weighed at least 800lbs.  Tumbling down the steep cliff it was fun to watch.  Hopefully it would make it to the bottom, but the boulder had a better idea.  It leapt through the air and hit a large dead tree about three feet across.  The rock had enough energy to blast the tree right over.  The whole demonstration in gravity and physics was worth the effort.  So that is what happens when a small brain meets a big rock.

Men's day out

Cliff and Kadizzle worked together yesterday on the Waterfall Trail.  Normally we have a couple of women on the crew.  Left alone we were free to work at our pace and smell the flowers, but there are no flowers, because there is no rain.  Strangely more and more water is coming over the falls, and down the stream.  Water in the desert is such a puzzle.  A bone dry stream starts to run for apparently no reason.  It could only from the fact that there was a tiny drizzle about three weeks ago.  It is hard to imaging how slow it takes that little bit of water to work it's way down the stream.  If it does not rain soon the water will never make it down to the lake.  It will sink into the ground before it gets there.

Kadizzle has put so damn much work into the Waterfall Trail that if the universe does not provide a gushing stream a law suit is in order.  God will be charged with failure to rain, or Trump might be charged with successfully destroying the planet. 

So once more we sit here at 5:30 A.M. doing the update.  Checking to see what the Hoopleheads are up to and if they need to be chastised.  Checking for dolts in the Bismarck Tribune.  Yes, a dolt showed up today using the Bible to justify hating immigrants, and support Tumps lying agenda. A more pleasurable update is The New York Times.  No real zingers there today.  In the background NPR plays on the radio.  How the AZ Republicans can listen to it an remain in the Trump fog is a little hard to understand.  Ignoring reality has become normal.

We are on the verge of rain, if only it would come.  It is soon bound to be rattlesnake time.  By all measures we are in the country of snakes.  Strangely Kadizzle has only encountered one or two since he has been working this wilderness.  Snakes don't care for cold so that has been a salvation, but it is warming up.  What concerns Kadizzle is going out at night when it is warm.  Snakes like to hunt at night and of course they would be hard to see.  Stepping on a snake when you go out to empty yours could be a big problem.

How about a rant

Republicans love to pretend they are concerned about debt then off they go.   150 million for Donald's parade,  shovel billions to the military, then build a wall for 21 billion.  Next spend millions so the Trumpster can golf every weekend.  You would have to be asleep not to notice Trump's schemes to send money to his buddies.  His latest scheme is to privatize infrastructure.  That means allowing Trump's friends to charge you for going across the bridge.  The crookedness, the dishonesty, and immorality of the Trump gang will go down in history.   Read any estimate of how often Trump lies.   Most figure he lies about five times per day.

The saddest part of this mess is that Republicans are such enablers of the rat.  Instead of using rat poison the Republicans try to figure out what they can do with rat shit.  How did we get to this point? In North Dakota you have compliant newspapers,  and then you have the hopeless sources the Hoopleheads listen to and watch, Fox News, KFYR radio, and some local right wing dolts. 

Not a day goes by that Trumps gang does not cook up some rotten mess.  NPR this morning mentions how Trump wants to destroy any regulation the oil industry doesn't like.  His idiots actually said they can regulate themselves.  Imagine just ask the foxes to stay away from the hen house.

If we get to and through the midterm elections and people don't wake up and run these vermin out of office we are in deep rat shit.  The accommodations Republicans have made for Dear Leader are amazing.  The crazy uncle has been normalized and idolized.

Winter in Wheeling

The snowflakes in Wheeling when I grew up on Poplar Ave were special.  The flakes were huge, and drifted slowly from the sky and landed gently in quickly growing piles.  In North Dakota where I have been since 1976 the snow never falls straight down, and big flakes are rare.  As a young person in Woodsdale you could stand under the streetlight and catch a flake in your mouth. Then came the next day and the excitement as you turned on the radio with the hope school was cancelled.  Arrangements had already been made with some of the rich widows in the area to shovel their walks in the event of snow.  So that was the first thing that had to be done.  Knocking on the door when the job was finished and having a five dollar bill placed in you hand was like winning the lottery.

Now a day away from the wardens at Woodsdale school.  If only we could get our sleds to the big hill at Olglebay Park.  Sometimes in the most idiotic and dangerous manner we did get the with the help of my father.  He would pull us on sleds in a train.  For hours we would sled ride until completely worn out.  Some would get an old tractor inner tube and put five or six people on it.  Once when this contraption went into the pines down towards the swimming pool some serious injuries resulted.

Back in the neighborhood we could throw snowballs at cars,  and run from the angry drivers.  Piles of snow could be heaped up in my grandfathers yard, then the inside of the igloo was excavated.  A good place to smoke a cigar stolen from the drugstore.

You could walk up and down the frozen creek and sometimes step through the ice.  At first the only place to ski was on the golf course where a rudimentary rope tow run by a tractor pulled the skiers up the hill.  When the ski slope opened at the driving range it was big time.  At first it included a pathetic rope tow, then finally the palm a lift was installed.  Many days after school we slide down that hill on what we thought was a ski slope.  It was actually an ice covered hill with a slight resemblance to real skiing.

One night a friend challenged me to jump from one of the golf tees covered with snow.  I explained to him it would surely be fatal because if you fell you would hit a tree.  My solution was for him to go first.  He jumped and successfully landed unhurt so I took the challenge.  My prediction came true,  I fell and hit the tree.  Both wooden skis were broken and it felt like my legs were also.  In extreme pain the feeling finally returned to my legs. They were not broken, but sure felt that way.

As we grew older and got stupider we ended up with drivers licenses.  Teenages with snow and cars to mix are a combination that cannot turn out well.  So cousin Mark came along with his mom’s station wagon and it was time to go to the parking lot at Wheeling Park and do some spins in the snow.  When it came to dropping me off at home my cousin said “ Watch this” .  After his declaration he attempted to put the car in a spin right in front of my house.  The car skidded into a tree across the street with some significant damage.  I got out laughing so hard it was difficult to keep from peeing my pants.  My cousin was enraged, and his mother was not too happy.  Every since that day I know nothing good comes after someone declares “ Watch this”.

Dreary Day

Mrs. Kadizzle is off to see Ken and Rita.  She is full of energy planning the upcoming expedition.  Yesterday we bought trail food supplies at REI.  Kadizzle is contemplating if he wants to participate.  The plan is to hike up Deer Creek for several days.  While camping the trail crew will work on the trail.  Logistics are underway.  Somehow the tools have to get up there.  Loppers, maybe a saw, and if Kadizzle goes he will carry his fire shovel.  One idea is to hike in prior to the real hike and leave the tools.  That will mean less to carry when the overnights start.  Right now the gang is thinking of spending two nights up the creek.   Sleeping in the wilds biggest drawback is sleeping on the hard ground.  If you can get enough padding it changes everything.  Maybe like a bear or some animal leaves can be scooped into a soft pile.

How did the ancient people do it? We will have modern little stoves, freeze dried food, tents, nice sleeping bags, LED lights and so on.  Surely the natives had very little in the way of comfort.

Returning from the big city yesterday we were invited to a fish fry.  Another new couple has joined the volunteer crew that exist here.  Like the last new people they started with a good idea, feed everyone.  With a campfire, beer, and some good food we gathered around the picnic table.  It was Emily's birthday.  At 39 she is far and away the baby of the bunch the next in line is 68.  The last new comer cooked some very excellent prime rib.  Hopefully the tradition of new people showing up and cooking a good group meal will continue.

Rain clouds are all around but not a measly drop has fallen from the sky.  A law suit will be in order if we do not get some rain out of the mess.   In a day or so the prediction is for 100% chance of rain.  Think about it you cannot have a 100% chance, because that means it will rain.  It is not a chance.  A chance is when something may not happen.  If one dies before the rain it could be possible for it to rain and not rain for the person who died.

The Clouds rolled in

A different morning is out there.  Clouds cover the sky, there is no sunshine.  Rain is on the way.  The desert will explode with flowers when the sky finally opens.  Water in the streams will make hiking so much more of a pleasure.  Kadizzle has been working on the trail to one of the best waterfalls.  When the water comes it will be spectacular. 

The brain is blank this morning.  Only Trump thoughts are wandering around in there, and even Kadizzle is tired of that sorrowful thought.  The coffee is brewing so maybe after a good cup of coffee a little spark might ignite.

Seeing your friends shot up.

Getting old has many drawbacks, the muscles don't obey like they used to, the eyes and ears slowly fade, and motivation evaporates.  The worst aspect of aging is seeing your friends get shot up by cancer,  and all the other painful aspects of aging.  Yesterday we visited Bill.  Bill had an exciting heart attack which got him a helicopter ride to the hospital.   With his blood circulating better after his surgery Bill looks a lot more lively and thankya Jesus Bill quit smoking.

Today Mrs Kadizzle, and Mr. Kadizzle will head out to the big city to visit our neighbor who is recovering in the hospital from a bout with infections, and other issues.  It will be great to see him.  Kadizzle has been blessed with excellent neighbors and it is one reason leaving our neighborhood will always be hard.  Years ago a wonderful neighbor up the street went on to the great beyond.  Walking down the street and joking with him was great.  Anyone who reads this may find it strange, but the majority of Kadizzles closer friends are Republicans.  Kadizzle used to love the back and forth with Pat.  Pat's last words to Kadizzle as he was visited in the hospital were  " I don't know why, but I am glad to see you".   Dallas has been our neighbor for more than thirty years.  You could not ask for a better neighbor.  It is not unusual to wake up and find some fresh baked goodies on the counter Marlyn baked.  If Kadizzle get's the urge for a cookie he wanders over to see Dallas and Marlyn and gets his cookie as he jokes with Dallas.  Dallas has a good sense of humor jut like Pat did.

Kadizzle grew up in an old fashioned neighborhood where people knew each other and were friendly.  Our neighborhood in our little town has been a good one.  At one time we had a lot of kids running around.  Those kids are now all in their forties and fifties.  They have kids.  Not too long ago we had a little reunion on the back porch.  A couple of the wild Mannie boys happened to be in town.  Sitting with Megan they reviewed the old days of playing in the backyard.  It was music to the ears. 

Hopefully Dallas is getting better.  Seeing his smile today will be refreshing.  Dallas is one of the tallest people in Hazen.  Some call him the gentle giant.  We hope to find the Gentle Giant in good shape, and recovering so we can sit at his kitchen counter this summer, drink some coffee and give each other a hard time.

Pizza tonight

Occupants of the Earth Module have awakened.  The coffee has perked and the day is off to a start.  Emily and a buddy intend to bike up Mills Ridge Trail and ride down the Vineyard Trail.  It will be a feat. Coming down the Vineyard Trial is like going down a cliff.  Our old buddy Darch in his 70's did it.  Kadizzle is not big on peddling up hill.  For that matter Kadizzle is not big on exercise fan. On the trail Kadizzle came up with his own program.  Find a big rock that is about fifty to seventy five pounds, that is in the way on the trail.  Lift the rock ten times with deep knee bends,  then throw the rock like a shot put.   Maybe Kadizzle did five, that was enough of that nonsense.

Mrs Kadizzle is on the phone with our oldest daughter Erin.   Our granddaughter Sylvie is being bullied at school.  Erin is about to have a range war over the matter.  One thing Kadizzle is proud of is both his daughters.  Both of them have been brought up to be strong women.  You don't mess with them or try to push them aside.  When Erin goes on the war path get out of her way.  Megan is about the same.

This brings up a story.  Megan once lived in Baltimore.  She lived in a bit of a tough neighborhood.  Some kids caused a disturbance in front of her house and she got in a scuffle with them and her nose was hurt.  Megan made up her mind no one would push her around after that.  A couple years later Megan was walking down the street in New York with her boyfriend and another couple.  Some nasty girls with their boyfriends were walking behind them making rude remarks.  One of the girls hit Megan on the back.  Megan grabbed the girl gave her a couple of slaps and threw her down in the street.  The other girl came after Megan.  Megan asked the second girl " Do you want what she just got?".  The girl backed off and left with her buddies.  Megan's boyfriend was astounded by Megan's Supergirl tactics and the legend of don't mess with Megan spread quickly.

We are living in a new age where women are realizing they do not have to be subjected to evil men.  One group that is an embarrassment to all women are the evangelical women who feel they are subhuman to good Christian men.  Weak women who submit to the will of dominating males are one of the major reason's we ended up with Trump.  Trump is the hero to abusive men.  To think women voted for him is nauseating.  When women are abused we all lose. Look at the countries where women are forced to wear special clothing to hide their hair and face.  What kind of culture do you want to live in?

Dear Leader

Dear Leader wants a parade.  Right here in the Earth Module we get better than a parade.  Perhaps Dear Leader could visit and see our parade.  Some days the C130 comes over and the parachute guys jump out into the lake.  The helicopters come with lots of noise and excitement and pick them up.  Yesterday we had some special treats.  First the jets came over and did some nice ticks.  Then a high flying plane dropped military parachute guys with sport parachutes.  Into the lake they went with their frog man flippers on.  Dear Leader could sit on our veranda like we do with binoculars and see the whole show. 

Kadizzle could sit beside Dear Leader and ask him about his life.  Kadizzle could ask him when he started to lie so badly, and how he avoided the military he loves so much.  Kadizzle could find out how to be friends with a porn star, and where to grab them.  As Dear Leader watches our military demonstration from the veranda he can yell " Your fired".   We know Dear Leader likes cheeseburgers and diet coke, no problem.  Frye's grocery store has big bottles of Diet Coke for eighty cents.  Our grill is right on the veranda so cheeseburgers are no problem.  Oh NO!  We can't get Fox News here.  Dear Leader will not be able to get his briefings without Fox News.   Another big problem we do not have a gold toilet for him to shit in.  One good thing is Kadizzle has a MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN hat.  No Dear Leader loves to appoint incompetent people to office.  If Dear Leader likes our military display and the cheeseburgers are good Kadizzle could be appointed to head the office of misinformation.

Dear Leader being the good pussy grabbing Christian he is gave a speech to the evangelicals just the other day.  So Kadizzle has a big plan.  What better than an evangelical Army.  You guessed it.  Kadizzle will have the Salvation Army here to give Dear Leader a double whammy.  He gets both the Jesus gang and a little military punch. 

Not much happening

Trump is going to have a bigly military parade.  The brain dead child will piss away about 150 million because he saw a real big parade in France he liked and he thought we should have one to.  The man is an idiot like none before him.  Trump doesn't read, he gets his information from Fox News.  How do people see Dear Leader as any kind of normal person.  One day he calls African countries "Shit holes",  the next he says " fire the son of a bitch". 

Trump is the end result of years of manipulation.  Long before we had Trump we had the war on Christmas,  we had Hillary running a child sex ring out of a pizza place.  We had people thinking Sharia law was taking place in our courts.  The level of right wing stupidity and insanity was fueled for years by Fox News.  The real clincher was the Obama was born in Kenya. 

Lying, distortion, and people willing to eat it up.  Lets see did Hitler use that technique?  Now, we have Mr. Parade man.  Every dictator loves a military parade.  The real clincher here is Trump was a draft dodger.  Trump claimed he had a bone spur and could not serve.  It sure doesn't hurt his ability to play golf.

No one denies Trump is a pathological liar.  Real cake are the evangelicals' who give Trump a Mulligan for a little time spent with a prostitute.   Trump himself said " I could shoot someone in Times Square and get away with it".  Trump has no shame.   Trump goes on the most vulgar radio program in the country with Howard Stern and talks like a teenager about women's breast.  On and on it goes, and his cheerleaders just keep clapping.  Then Trump says anyone who does not applaud him is committing Treason.  Trump has show we have a reserve of idiots in this country far beyond any estimate ever.  Human beings capable of thinking voted for this man.  I made the remark we should have an idiot's convention in Washington sponsored by the Republican Party,  someone said " We do it is called congress".

Up The Mountain

In the trail maintenance business one gets up early.  Kadizzle went over to the visitor center and got the trails truck to pick up the rest of the gang. Teddy the dog has been going with us so he jumped in with joy. Cliff suggested we go to the farthest trailhead possible.  This would give us a good rest before work and let the sun warm up the Earth a little.  Arriving at the trailhead Kadizzle realized he forgot his lunch.  So one apple he would have to live on for provisions.

Emile, Cliff, and Cissie like to hike at lightening speed so Kadizzle has been letting them rocket down the trail ahead.  Those three plan to do some brushing.  Kadizzle has become happier fixing the tread of the trail.  As the advance crew went ahead Kadizzle stayed back and moved some small boulders off the path.  In order to strengthen his sagging belly Kadizzle would do ten lifts with each large rock he took off the trail .

Working alone on a sunny day is peaceful, and the schedule is great.  When you want to hike, you hike. When you want to work, you work. When you want to sit and contemplate find a nice rock and sit.  The day went by and Kadizzle moved stumblers from the trail.  This is a very rocky trail, and somehow rocks seem to move themselves onto the trail. 

Turn around time finally came and Kadizzle wandered back to the truck.  Approaching the truck Kadizzle noticed a woman sitting in a car at the trailhead. She explained she was wainting for a friend hiking the other trail.  Sitting for three hours in a car waiting for someone else to hike did not seem like a lot of fun.  We struck up a conversation and a few tools got sharpened while the wait for the other crew members return took place.

Back at the camp a glass of wine, and the slid to and end.

The Bubble Broke

What a strange world we live in.  A good jobs report blew up the stock market.  Kadizzle's retirement account took a gut punch.  Trickle down is working?  How can good news be bad news?  Well as the story goes if everyone has a job then workers can demand higher wages.  Isn't that a good thing? No, then there is not all that profit to pay the CEO 357 times what the worker makes.  What about supply and demand?  Good times cause inflation and who gets hurt?  It is always the guy on the bottom who gets blasted.  Everyone has driven down the road and seen the signs on the back of trucks that say. " Hiring Drivers".   The old saw is that capitalism works.  If drivers were in short supply in theory their wages should go up, but they don't.  Maybe they go up a little or they are offered a sign on bonus, but the real supply and demand never works for the working class.  Look at wages they have been stagnant for years.  Of course if you look at CEO pay it has been on a tear for years.  Now to the most amazing part of the ripoff.  What about productivity gains?  Eight out of ten dollars that came from increased productivity went to the top one percent of wage earners.  So does the economy work for everyone.  Hell no, but Trump is going to fix all that by giving tax breaks to the rich. 

One of the simplest ways in the world to succeed is to see what successful people are doing.  What if you applied that to countries.  Maybe we should look at countries that are beating us in income equality, education, health, and standard of living.  None of the countries that win in the big game have the income inequality our country does.  Hmmm does that tell you anything.  It all comes down to taxes. You cannot allow one percent of the people to have 90 percent of everything and think you will have a system that functions. 

Long ride

While the missus went on a kayak trip old Kadizzle took off on the motorcycle.  Not a good idea to go out alone into the boonies, but nothing else to do.  Kadizzle took a few defenses against failure.  The satellite communications device went along.  This enables a message to be sent from anywhere in the world to some chosen person who hopefully will come to the rescue.  A problem with this modern motorcycle is that it only will start electrically.  That means if you accidentally shut it off and leave the lights on the batter goes dead.  A portable starting battery has to go to overcome that problem.  A few other odds and ends plus protective gear for the head, legs, and hands went along. 

Up Campaign Creek the adventure went.  A branch road leads off into the mountains.   The road is ragged and worse yet composed of decomposed granite.  It has a slippery quality.  Roads lure you in.  Soon you find out you are in over your ability.  Now what?  Turn around or keep going.  Well Kadizzzle just kept going until he topped out.  At the top it was no clear where in the hell he was.  After a little thinking his memory said go left at the intersection.  So for about a half mile on a terrible jeep track it looked like a dead end.  That meant turn around and go back, but somehow Kadizzle failed to notice indeed the road did go on.  In fact it went to a recognizable landmark.  Another couple miles of nasty road and Kadizzle was back to civilization.  Civilization happened to have a store, which happens to have premium chocolate ice cream.  Of course Kadizzle deserved an award for his conquering the wilderness without one fall.

Canyon

It has been a couple years, but Cory, and Mr. and Mrs Kadizzle hiked up one of our favorite canyons yesterday.  As alway in this dry desert the water does magic.  We started in a dry stream bed.  Walked one hundred yards up the stream and it was running.  A significant stream was just as usual disappearing into the ground.  This is a rugged hike, especially for two old people approaching 70.  Cory is in his thirties and was like a gazelle jumping up over and climbing the rocks.  It was good to have a young person.  You have to see the wonderful pools of water to appreciate them.  As we stood opposite Mrs. Kadizzle in the picture the temptation was to dive in.  It was about a thirty foot drop, but the pool looked plenty deep.  Oh it would have been fun.  The water is very warm for this time of year.  Up the canyon we went scrambling and getting scratched.  You reach a point with one very difficult slick rock to get up and over.   It was late in the day so we turned back.  Few people know of this canyon.  Like so many treasures that belong to us all it is under threat by the greed driven policies of the Trump aristocracy. 

A Day Off

It appears to be a lazy day in the making. No real plans.  The laundry got done yesterday and we had sort of a Crazy Club meeting.  Darch runs the entire detachment of the Canadian division of the Crazy Club.  Cliff also had dinner with us and he runs the North American division with the exception of North Dakota.  With winter in full swing club meeting have been conducted by conference call on meeting day.  Shiny is back in Hazen at the international headquarters.  Kadizzle must remember to call in on Wednesday.

Mrs Kadizzle cooks an excellent flank steak meal and last night at the picnic table we were not disappointed.

As mentioned earlier it is a lazy day and little is scheduled or going on.  However, the military has been practicing rescues on the lake.  So the C130 may come by and parachute some soldiers into the lake for the helicopters to pick up after dark.  That is always fun to watch since they do it right on our doorstep. 

Darch and John had dinner with us last night.  John is another Canadian which Kadizzle is told has a build identical to Kadizzle not sure that is a compliment to either of us.  It does have a purpose.  John has the electric bike Kadizzle has been lusting for..  So he is a good surragate for testing the bike on the rugged area around here.  John said he would let Kadizzle try the bike out, which should be fun. Kadizzle tried Darch's in Mesa, but the terrain was not that challenging.  These bikes ave very neat because they let you select exactly how much help the electric motor will provide.  You can sit it on one and it will basically cancel out the weight of the bike.  Set it on five and the bike totally powers itself.  The bike has a rand of thirty miles.  If it strikes your fancy the one Kadizzle likes best is called a Rad.  The company has a good marketing idea where they only sell direct, which cuts the cost.  It is a way to motivate gravity challenged people to get out and do some peddling.

Now our investment advisor provided us with some nice bacon in exchange for us making him wealthy.  If all goes well Mrs. Kadizzle may cook old fat guy some custom Virginia bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Is the illusion busted

Just checked our retirement account. The losses are stunning.  Is this the end of the Trump delusion?  Have people awakened?  Maybe yes, maybe no.  Maybe people realize you cannot give away money to the rich with no consequences.  Maybe people have realized you can only tell so many lies before even the dumbest person on Earth realizes you are a liar.  What is going on?  Maybe trickle down doesn't work. No matter how you slice it reality seems to be setting in.  We live in a very strange world.  According to the finical news the drop in the market has been caused by good news.  Employment figures look great, but that is the problem.  With everyone working wages may go up. Oh no, that means inflation.  Companies may have to pay workers what they are worth.  That is very bad news for the stock market. No more slave working cheap.  What kind of system suffers when workers wages goes up? Yup, our system does.  So paying people a decent wage causes inflation, and that is bad for the stock market.  Is there something fundamentally wrong with capitalism or is there something wrong with trickle down economics? 

The Magic Waterfall

As the trail crew rumbled down the mountain road Kadizzle had no idea what he wanted to do.  Kadizzle for sure did not want to hike up the Sycamore trail one more time.  Cliff suggested Kadizzle work on clearing the brush from the off shoot trail to the dry waterfall.  The idea appealed to Kadizzle and he made that his mission.  The two fire ass warriors Mrs Kadizzle, and Cliff took off to find and extend the Sycamore Trail.

Kadizzle enjoyed the quiet as he used the loppers to refurbish the trail to the waterfall.  Normally there is almost always water in Sycamore Creek, but this year the creek is dry as a popcorn fart.  First Kadizzle had to figure out where the trail started.  After getting the trail started and building a few rock markers for hikers Kadizzle made his way clearing brush toward the waterfall. 

When the creek is flowing the waterfall is spectacular.  Sycamore Creed drains a large area.  This is the first year we have ever seen it dry.  Cutting some nasty brush close to the waterfall Kadizzle thought he heard something.  It was the sound of water trickling.  Looking over at the stream just a couple hundred feet from the fall there was no water.  Kadizzle set off to the fall.  Indeed there was a little stream of water coming over the fall.  It was a pleasant surprise.  It was a stream of maybe five to ten gallons per minute, but where was it going?

The water was just soaking into the ground in a little pool.  Two weeks earlier the whole gang had been at the fall and it was dry as a bone.  Why was it running now?  There had been a very small snow fall high up on the mountains.   It seemed like an insignificant dusting, but apparently that was all it took.  In this desert there must be huge pools of underground water.  Those pools have to be filled before the streams can run.

What about the animals?  After years of hiking Kadizzle has noticed how these streams will run high up near the top of the topography, but give out very quickly as they come down to the harsh desert.  The bigger animals must move up with the water.  The concentration of water must concentrate the animals.  This must create a problem for the deer that can be attacked by the mountain lions.  At some point the deer have to come to the water.  Lunch is delivered.

Bible Wisdom

Kadizzle is not religious in any traditional sense, but he does know a few bible quotes. How did Kadizzle become familiar with the good book?  Way back when Kadizzle was in grade school the old church ladies did something that would be highly illegal today.  Essentially they forced all the school kids on Wednesdays to cross the street and attend bible classes at Vance Church.  Those old ladies had no clue how to deal with our gang.  So of course we tormented them.  First thing that would happen as the class got underway would be Charlie Jones throwing my bible out the window.  Mrs Old Lady would call on Kadizzle to read some bible verse.  I would be forced to reply " I can"t my bible fell out the window.  To which Mrs Old Lady would say " Didn"t your bible fall out the window last week?"

Writing about this brings back memories.  One of the most peculiar memories from bible school on Wednesday was the teacher taking the role.  As the teacher called out the names each person would say here.  Very sadly a nice girl we went to school with had passed away from leukemia.  The bible school teacher called out names and when she came to the girls name someone in the class shouted out " She's dead".  What sticks in Kadizzles mind is that the teacher called out the next name and everyone acted as if it was normal for students to die periodically.  The casual way it took place with even the teacher making no comment always struck Kadizzle as so strange.

Now the next way Kadizzle got into religion was by listening to crooked preachers.  WWVA radio station in the home town broadcast crooked preachers every night from six in the evening until every last old lady was robbed.  To fall asleep Kadizzle would listen the crooks explain how the bible wanted old ladies to send them money.  Billy Grahm, Pat Robinson, and a host of other crooks are still at it today.

Well this gets to the rest of the story.  For God knows how long Kadizzle has been writing two letters per month  to the Bismarck Tribune.  Strangely the Tribune publishes every one  of them.  Yesterday the editor called to verify the latest letter.  The latest letter uses Kadizzle's Bible knowledge to fire a rocket up the ass of the evangelicals.  Pointing out the hypocrisy of evangelicals in the Trump era is so much fun.  So thank you Mrs. Kiester  (that was the real name of Mrs. Old Lady who taught bible school).