About the post below

Kadizzle posted the video below about some men working in what we call in West Virginia " Low Coal".  Years ago Kadizzle worked in southern West Virginia in the coal industry.  Jim Jones, my boss offered to take me into a low coal mine.  I had worked in high coal, but never been in low coal.  Low coal is about 28 inches high.   Kadizzle had worked in some 4ft coal in the Ohio Valley.   As you will see in the video you crawl in low coal, you cannot stand up.  You never appreciate a puddle until you have to crawl through one.

The reason my boss took me in the low coal was because it had a long wall mining system.  That is a whole different story and if you want you can look it up.  In the coarse of being in the low coal a miner went by pulling a child's wagon with a strap over his shoulder. The wagon was loaded with dynamite.  That should have been a clue they were about to blast.  Kadizzle was not expecting the blast when they shot the coal.  It startled him and he quickly raised up, only to hit his back and head on the roof of the mine. 

Miners who work in low coal get used to it and would prefer it to high coal. This is strange, but there is an explanation.  In high coal you can have what are called rib rolls.  That is where the side wall just caves in on you.  In low coal the sides are so small it is not a problem. 

The reason low coal is mined is because it is so valuable.  It is metallurgical coal that sells for a premium.

Coal mining in America's heartland | DW Documentary

Down the Missouri

We made it from the dam to Stanton and then some.  Our crew launched the two kayaks and one canoe.  Kadizzle took the canoe down in the garage at Ray's place.  Ray has passed on, but his canoe lives.  It seemed like one should not use such a piece of art as the canoe Ray built.  Such a canoe is a piece of art, but it went with us down the Missouri.

With the flood gates partially open the Missouri was carrying about as much water as it could without flooding.  Having spent so many winters in the desert it seemed strange to see so much water headed toward the gulf.  Every sandbar was under water.  An old song talks about the wide Missouri.  It is wide and about an inch deep in many places.

The 2011 flood changed the course of the river in many places.  The Knife River used to leave Stanton and go south, but now most of it seems to go north for a short distance.  Since the water in the River comes from the bottom of the lake it is very cold, but the fish like it.

Another day, lets see who Trump will trash today.

Summer days

The gang is gathered around the kitchen.  What will we do today?  If we get organized it may be down a trip down the Missouri on kayaks.  The way this group moves we may never get going. 

Kadizzle was happy the Bismarck Tribune published his letter criticizing representative Kelly Armstrong.  Armstrong has become another hopeless lickspittle for Trump.  North Dakota is cursed with elected officials happy to exploit the uninformed poorly educated deplorables  in North Dakota.

Now to the local deplorables.  Kadizzle has had a jihad against the collectors of junk cars in Hazen.  Unfortunately one of these deplorables lives up the street.  On a typical day they have three boats, two junked pick up trucks, a junked car, a camper, and other miscellaneous trash in their yard.  Another neighbor argued to the city commission that in a small town one should be able to do as they wish in regard to collecting junk.  Sadly the city commission seemed receptive to the idea that your yard is your kingdom and the hell with the zoning laws.

Pitch him in the lake

Yesterday we pitched Bill Butcher in the lake for the last time. Old Sailors gathered at the marina in Garrison to sing, eat, tell stories, and put Captain Bill's ashes in the lake.  Rick pointed out that since the lake ultimately drains into the ocean Bill may have a long voyage.

Kadizzle's little granddaughter is visiting and as usual Kadizzle is captivated by her demands.  Omar if you read this Kadizzle must point out that Sylvie now knows the song we sang with your grandsons.  That is the song with the chorus " And that make me and it's plain to see an idiot I suppose".   Now, like your grandsons Sylvie is reminding me I am an idiot I suppose.

Seeing all the old sailors was fun, but we are all old and shot up.  Seemed a bit strange to gather in the old room where so many races were planned and argued about.  With some luck a new generation of sailors will emerge on the lake.

Summer is buzzing by and we have done little in the way of travel.  With the mother of all bathroom projects almost complete it may be time to head out for some fun.

Rich once more

The lease man called yesterday.  Pizza well number two is another fizzler.  Kadizzle sold his entire interest which was one eight of one 32 of a circle about 500 ft in diameter.  The lease man wanted to pay 100 dollars, but Kadizzle got him up to two hundred.   So Pizza well number 2 was really just a candy bar well. 

The oil and gas situation in West Virginia is insane.  After generations mineral rights get divided into such tiny fractions they are worthless.  The land man said Kadizzle owned one 256 of less than an acre. 

Now to Trump. Total insanity.  When you think Kevin Cramer is about as bad as it gets up pops his little buddy Kelly Armstrong.  Kelly took Cramer's place as our congressman.   Kelly is a knight for Trump.  Instead of having an once of morality Armstrong stands by the bully and chants the cult song.  North Dakota could not have a worse delegation of Trump lickspittles. 

Kadizzle watched the Mueller hearing for awhile yesterday.  No sane person could help but conclude Trump obstructed justice, but his cult members said everyone was just picking on the honorable orange man.

Summer of change

It is a different summer with no sailboat.  One big change is bringing the house up to par.  The mother of all bathroom projects is near completion and soon we will have to pay for the work.  One thing that happens when you get old is the cost of everything is astounding.  As a kid we could fish a big 7 UP bottle out of the hedge and get a nickel.  Ten cents would buy a nice Hersey bar.  Movies were fifty cents,  swimming was thirty five cents.  Yesterday Kadizzle took Sylvie swimming and it was five dollars per person. Now this all works if wages and inflation work together, but the rich stole everything and wages have not kept up with inflation.

Besides the bathroom the house painting is also eating our lunch.  One more day of painting may do it.  With cedar siding we are approaching the last time we can paint and not replace the aging wood.

Now for the puzzle.  Kadizzle sits here with periodic stabbing pains in his head.  Yesterday Kadizzle went to the doctor who could find nothing wrong.  Kadizzle and the doctor suspect some sort of muscle problem where the skull connects to the the shoulders.  Actually the pain is behind the left ear.  This morning Kadizzle wondered if it might be something from a tick bite.  The pain comes and goes, but it is a sharp pain.  Thought maybe some morning coffee would help, but not making much difference.

Too much time has been spent trying to solve some of the mysteries around Kadizzles vast oil and gas holdings.  Hoping for another pizza well Kadizzle has delved into county court house records.  Now the historical search of records has become fascinating.  You can dig up a lot of information once you understand how to search court house records.  Since you can do it from your computer that changes everything.  Kadizzle looked up his own birth certificate.  It seem to imply that Kadizzle was born a month later than he was actually born, but it was a month later when the birth was verified.  With such an important birth surely it would take at least a month to verify.

Sylvie is here

Kadizzle gets to see his first grandchild today, the amazing Sylvie.  She is excited to come to North Dakota to go to Triangle Y Camp.   We get to see her for a day before she goes to camp.  She is a ball of fire in every sense so listen up Grandpa is going to brag.  She is an excellent athlete, scholar, and artist.  She is my partner in crime.  We have a lot of fun together.

The house is about 80% painted.  With the ladder fully extended Kadizzle stood at the top in a precarious position trying to reach a difficult place.  The damn phone rings.  After taking off my gloves full of paint and fishing the phone from my pocket I manage to answer.  Good news I won several million dollars.  With fake glee I respond.  Now the caller that has some sort of device disguising his voice tells me I do have to pay a delivery fee.  I had no clue it cost $391 to deliver two million dollars.  It must be heavier than I thought. The man asked if I was home and I assured him I was.  The next question was " Do you have 391 dollars to pay the fee.  I answered " Yes, I have it right here in my pocket".   The scammer then said " You are fooling with me" and hung up.  What an odd comment from a con man.  This is the second time in a few weeks I have won millions.  The next time they call I am going to ask if I can just come get the money to avoid the delivery charge.

Now I am sure there are Trump supporters out there who think Kadizzle is a fool because he will not pay $391 to have two million delivered.  Remember Trump gang how Donald is putting your tax breaks on the national debt credit card.  I love your Trumpers, but you need to do some math review and watch a few movies about con men. You might also study some Hitler history.

Kadizzle becomes a land man

Somehow or other my father became a land man.  This story emanates from things my father did.  We called my father " Old Gold" because you could rely on him to do strange things.  One of his bizarre sports was buying up odds and ends of property at tax auctions.  Since Old Gold has been dead for over thirty years one would think is estate would be settled.  Not the case.  A few years back Kadizzle found out he had inherited mineral rights he never knew he had.  The gusher came in and as the man promised we get a pizza a month so far.  Kadizzle's interest in the property is so small that the man who leased it said we could probably get a pizza or a salad every month from the proceeds.  Unfortunately he was right. 

A couple days ago Kadizzle was contacted by another land leaser.  Again we want to strike it rich.  This time we apparently have an interest in an existing well.  Old Gold was very good at investing in dry holes.

Kadizzle set out to find out how he could have an interest in a well.  This meant that Kadizzle had to search the records of Ritchie County West Virginia.  Now you can do this on line.  Figuring out who owns what is no easy job at a county court house.  Gradually Kadizzle thinks he figured out how he ended up owning an interest in a well.  It is a long convoluted story, but Kadizzle will give it a quick try.

Back on the brush farm where we spent the summers there was an old school house at one time.  One day a sudden insight came to Old Gold.  Old Gold realized that after so many years if a school was abandoned the property went back to the original owner.  Old Gold had about 400 acres of worthless timberland on Cains Run.  He owned none of the mineral rights, but aha, the school meant he did own the mineral rights for one acre.  Since he was indirectly in the Oil and Gas business he finagled an oil company to drill a gas well on that one acre.  It was a mediocre well, but it did provide him with some income.

Old Gold had attended two years of law school so he did know something about leases, land titles and so on. 

Researching the records in Ritchie County Kadizzle discovered that the original lease of the one acre only allowed the drillers to go down so far.  Everything below that was kept by Old Gold. 

So here we are in 2019 and modern fracking wants to go down to the Marsalis Shale.  Putting it all together it seems probably that some Oil and Gas company wants to drill that well farther down.  Now if this all works out Kadizzle may have another pizza well.  Since Kadizzle's first experience drilling for pizza Kadizzle has learned to be a better negotiator.  Before we sign a lease this time Kadizzle will demand a soft drink to be included with the pizza.  As things usually turn out a well will be drilled and be a gusher on the day Kadizzle dies.

Once upon a Time

An incident just occurred to me that reminded me of something long ago and far away.  I was speaking to the carpenter working on out bathroom.  I wanted to tell him some private instructions Mrs. Kadizzle was not to know about. In the process Kadizzle realized Mrs. had silently walked up behind me. I did not know she was listening.

This could be a long story.  Years ago when I worked at the Glenharold mine I was driving down the haul road.  I looked over and saw an eagle hanging upside down from a leg trap. It was not on mine property, but on the adjacent land.  It was a very dramatic picture. I contacted a newspaper reporter friend of mine, and she took a picture and did a story. The picture eventually made it to Audubon Magazine.

The whole thing turned into a great kerfuffle.  The public service commission got involved and claimed it was the duty of the mine to report to them anything that happened withing three miles of the mine.  This was absurd the mine had nothing to do with it.  It turned out a coyote trapper had illegally set traps near a dead cow carcass. The fine was $25,000.

The reclamation engineer at the mine was all upset by the attack of the public service commission.  So good old John who was all for John and no one else went to the man in the top position at the mine and tried to get Kadizzle fired for making the incident public. None of this made any sense. Kadizzle thought he was fighting for the environment.

As circumstance would have it Kadizzle quietly walked into the mine superintendents office as John was suggesting Kadizzle be fired.  John had no idea Kadizzle was behind him as he made his ridiculous case.  Eventually he turned around very embarrassed.

John had a reputation for being a self centered asshole. This nailed it. His job was to restore the mine and protect the environment. Most of the time he was supposed to be doing his job he was managing his farmland over the phone and being paid for it by the coal company.  Strangely Kadizzle has dreampt for years about his feud with John.  It was common knowledge that John was a back stabber.

Well live and learn.

Russian Numbers back up.

Checked the Kadizzle Blog stats today.  Glad to see the Russians back.  I want to personally thank each of the 262 Russians checking in on the Kadizzle Blog.  I hope it give you some ideas to help Trump.  If you send Kadizzle your name and address Kadizzle will send you a tin foil lined Trump hat. The Russian version says " Make American Great Again with Putin's help".  No other country comes close to our support from Russia.  The Ukraine only has 42 people getting up to date with Kadizzle.  Sad to see so many other countries in single digits.  I know I accused the Russians of being hackers, but apparently you have forgiven me, and of course I forgave you just like Trump did. 

Calm

Old Kadizzle got up with his new old body.  Moving the lumbering beast out of bed one realizes the balance is not what it used to be.  It is 5:30 A. M. and the thought of coffee is enticing.  This time of day is remarkably peaceful.  Just the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the sun struggling to get airborne.

Gradually the traffic noise will increase.  The simple dingers with loud vehichles will wake up and pollute the air with their advertisement they are idiots.  Trumpster will wake up and tell everyone to go back to their own country.  He better hope the Indians don't enforce his rule.

So this is about the first time in 35 years Kadizzle is not on the week long cruise.  The spell checker must be asleep.  I spelled week, and it says I spelled it wrong.  The google says I am right.  Back to the sail.  Every year about ten boats head down the lake for a week.  So by now they should be at least past Indian hills.

Waking up on the lake is peaceful.  Each sailor pops out of their hatch like a prairie dog in the morning. Some of the prairie dogs take longer than others.  The amount of drink the nigh before may have something to do with it.

Unfortunately the house did not finish painting itself last night.  The odds are poor Kadizzle will grab a paint brush and advance the line of new paint around the house.  Omar is over in Europe somewhere trying to undo the harm Trump has done.  Omar is surely showing the Europeans all Americans are not idiots. Of course we do send a lot of idiots abroad.  We have a special plane and a special idiot we demo worldwide.

Kadizzle spread all his free fertilizer on the yard and guess what happened?  Yup, the damn grass grew.  Now one more task.  Somehow it seems insane. Get the fertilizer with nitrogen.  Put it on the yard, cut the yard, haul the nitrogen to the dump, then get some more nitrogen to put on the grass.

This reminds Kadizzle of an old girlfriend that lived with some horses.  Her family had a horse manure business. They put hay in the front of the horse and sold the manure that came out the back.  It was very labor intensive because you had to care so much for the manure machines, but it gave them all something to do.

Free at Last

Nice to see a Kadizzle fan at the gas station.  Hope you had a good pontoon ride at the lake.  Never saw so many boats at the State Park.  Fishing boat trailers crammed everywhere.,

Well we got the Jeannie Rose launched.  That was the old name on the good ship.  I want to change to the Tricky Nickey,  since Nick is the new owner.  Kadizzle worked harder on that boat than on his own. We sanded so much toxic paint, and lead that more than likely we will die in a week or two.

Launching a sailboat is no simple matter.  You need a forty foot extension to get it out in the water far enough to come off the trailer.  Nick's dad Joe drove the truck that backed the boat in.  Apparently Joe did not get the game plan.  The idea was to back in just far enough for the engine to get water, start the engine, then proceed.  Joe backed in too far too fast and there went poor Nick alone and clueless with an engine that would not start.  After some fiddling he got it started.  Kadizzle had told Nick stories about launching boats that immediately started to sink.  Nick went below and came back up reporting indeed water was coming in.  Kadizzle went below to solve the mystery.  It was a small amount and Kadizzle correctly figured it was water that had been in the boat already just moving about now that the boat was really level. No problem.  Nick and Kadizzle had a nice little sail and it looks like Nick will be the happy owner of a half decent boat.  It was a lot of fun and hard work getting a young guy sailing. 

Long ago Kadizzle reached the point where it is more fun to make a new pheasant hunter than be one, and the same holds with making a new sailor.  Hopefully Kadizzle can teach Nick some of the finer points of sailing.

Trump Fatigue

Winkie just insisted Kadizzle read a NYT article about trump and his media summit.  Trump just wears you out.  Trump kind of reminds me of watching the monkeys at Wheeling Park as a kid.  Watching them jumping around non stop just seemed too much.  Trump's monkey show is non stop.  One minute he is molesting 14 year old girls, then a few lies, then a love letter from a dictator.  It is like being in a room that is on fire and nobody notices.

Well this gets Kadizzle to a related story.  Kadizzle once saw a person on fire, and the person did not know it.  Somehow this relates to Trump.  Once upon a time long ago and far away Kadizzle was at a party.  For some strange reason there were a lot of people in a large bathroom in the house having some kind of chat.  The woman host was using the toilet as a seat.  On the back of the commode was a candle.  Mrs Host had fairly long blond hair witch she managed to set on fire by leaning back into the candle.  Kadizzle was sitting close to the burning woman.  Strangely she was not aware her hair was on fire, but Kadizzle was.   As a good safety person Kadizzle immediately slapped the fire out on the back of her head.  At times there must have been a lot of people who would have enjoyed slapping this woman.  Very surprised about Kadizzle slapping her it took her what seemed a long time to figure out Kadizzle was putting out a fire.  All ended well, but there most be some lesson in this story.  Somehow it relates to Trump.  Our country is on fire with stupidity, no one seems to realize it.  Someone needs a good slap to put the fire out.

Well soon it will be up to the lake and with some luck the damn boat will get painted and put in the water.  Everyone has heard the expression " like watching paint dry".  The paint we are going to put on the boat is like magic. It drys instantly, and totally changes that expression.  Since the paint drys so fast it makes painting a whole different game.  The paint is very expensive, about one hundred dollars per gallon.  Kadizzle used to use the paint on his boat.  The adds for the paint said it would make your boat go 20% faster.  This seemed hard to believe, but after many years Kadizzle did come to believe in the paint which contains teflon.  Now put this in perspective.  Top speed on most sailboats is something like six or seven miles per hour.  So a 20% increase would not throw you out of your seat.  If you actually went one mile per hour faster if would be a miracle, but sailboat racing is like snail racing. The snails enjoy it and are proud to win.

Old Farts forget

Somewhere in the back of the mind Kadizzle thinks he may have written about this before, but the beauty of being senile is it does not matter.

One day Kadizzle wondered how is it that the same side of the moon always faces the Earth.  With unbounded curiosity Kadizzle looked into the matter. It turns out the science that Republicans don't believe in includes gravity.  Gravity always works a lot of dead people can attest to this.  Omar could be a witness he is a pilot and the first lesson at pilot school is gravity always works. This also is mentioned strongly in the part of the class about having enough fuel.

Now back to the moon.  The center of gravity on the moon is not in the center.  What?  The center of gravity for the moon is determined by the Earth.  As a fat guy Kadizzle can attest to this.  With the Earth tugging on the moon the center of gravity is pulled toward the Earth. Do to the laws of physic the Earth is pulled toward the moon, which means the center of gravity for the Earth is slightly off on the side the moon is on.  Now to the amazing part, it aint over til the fat lady  sings.  The moon's spinning slowed down because of the Earth's tug and finally synced with the Earth.  What next? Well the Earth is still adjusting the moon.  Slowly the Earth will put the moon into a geostationary orbit.  For those not keeping up that means the moon will stay in the same spot above the Earth.  Now the fun part. When this happens millions of years from now you will only be able to see the moon from one side of the Earth.  Of course this can all only happen if Republicans acknowledge the effect of gravity.  Children in the future who survive climate change will say  " Dad I want to go to the other side of the planet and see the moon".  Dad will say, " Son we don't have any gas, the Republicans pissed it away back in the old days when they put their red hats on".   Johnny might grow up and never get to see the moon. 

This lesson has been brought to you by the people who still believe in science, gravity, and reality.  If you are a Republican reading this just put it down as fake news.

Busting through cults

It is hopeless. Getting through to a cult member is like busting concrete with rebar.  The Trump Cult is a perfect example. The cult members don't care if he lies, rapes ten year olds, or steals from old ladies, they love him just the same.  Religion works in the same vein.  Even though you never saw anyone walk on water, split open a sea, or rise from the dead, you believe.  Why?  Well it makes you feel good is the only explanation.  Well you can feel good getting robbed by a time share salesman, buying something useless on a TV add, or putting your money in a slot machine to get robbed.

Everyone live in their own special world.  Science seems to indicate our planet is in peril. So what the coffee is good and it looks like lunch will be good.  One of the best things about being 70 is the finish line cannot be that far off.  The oceans can only rise so much before Kadizzle is drawn up to the lord. However, it is distressing to think of the mess left for the children and grandchildren. 

Most likely no close relatives read this crap so we can launch into a tale of woe.  A close relative inherited a large sum of money.  In a relatively short time the money went up in flames and now that gang is living on the finical edge.  What does this have to do with anything?  Here we go.  The planet Earth is our inheritance. The planet has plenty of water, air, and damn near everything you need to make June Berry Pie.   What do humans do with this abundance.  Of course we squander it.  Republicans believe we are entitled to get and waste as much as humanly possible.   How's that workin for you?  There are more cars than grains of sand, everything comes in a plastic bottle,  we have coal fired slot machines. 

Pet peeve time.   Rumblers, Godamn rumblers.  This grouchy old man hates rumblers.  What in the hell are rumblers?  Once your mind turns to fudge you have several choices.  First, you can vote Republican, but if your so simple you don't even vote what is the second choice?  That brings us to rumblers.  You can get a car, a truck, a motorcycle, or maybe just a boom box and make noise.  There is something about low IQ and noise that goes together.  Simple minded people like to make noise.  The simple minded like to drive nowhere and make a lot of noise getting there.  Hot weather brings out the rumblers.  Kadizzle was down at Rita's sewing shop the other day and another category of rumbler was there.  It was a dolt with a noisy boat. Boat rumblers are some of the worst.  You are on the lake and all is well with the world. Peacefully you sail along, and then a mentally challenged rumbler with some goofy boat makes noise you can hear for miles on the lake. The rumbler bragged his noise machine used 250 gallons of gas a weekend.  Imagine that much gas turned into noise. 

Perhaps Kadizzle has mentioned it in the past, but he has always wanted to sell a CD to rumblers.  The CD would have a nice selection of noises.  The silly rumbler could put on headphones and listen to any kind of stupid noise he wanted without disturbing the universe.   Imagine a rumbler going down the highway on is big Harley with headphones on listening to motorcycle noises.  Somehow rumblers equate masculinity to making a loud noise.  God bless the rumblers and may they all become deaf.

Like every scrounge

What would you do if you caught one?  What would you do if Colonel Klink offered to give you a couple nice pieces of marble?  Of course you could not resist.  So now what do you do with some junk marble?  Kadizzle made an apron for the facet in front of the house.  Winky was not too impressed.  Still there are several pieces of marble left.  Perhaps with the old copula we can make a miniature Buddhist temple.

So another day spun around and the sun is heading down.  The mother of all bathroom projects is well into the third week and my wallet.

Stroupini is working away on his old man refuge.  The burn for a motorcycle has gone on.  Stroupini suggested Kadizzle buy one in Canada.  For a little bit that seemed like a great idea.  It seem one can be purchased there considerably cheaper.  Wait, it don't work.  Getting it across the border is harder than crossing the Rio Grande.  So forget it.

Brother in law Ned weighted in on buying the KTM 1090.  Ned suggested updating the will and having someone video Kadizzle mounting the beast.

Summer is slipping by and we are getting sores on our butts from sitting around.  Winky is in the final stages of healing hopefully.

The dingers up the street are going to the slumming Olympics.  After five years with the junk truck in their driveway they came up with the ingenious idea to move it across the street.  So there the piece of junk sits with no license.  It will test the new abandoned vehicle ordinance the city should soon pass. 

Sometimes when someone gives you something it is more of a curse than a blessing.  Since we are tying to sell the old homestead it would be nice to have green grass. This can be accomplished by pumping out of the creek. Rodger gave Kadizzle a pump. So now getting the old sprinkler system going will be an engineering feat. Winky of course is opposed to the whole idea.  That means every move will face server criticism. God willing we may work on that tomorrow.

Sore Crotch from fence sitting

On again, off again, Kadizzle just cannot pull the trigger.  Kadizzle has been dreaming of buying an adventure motorcycle for some time.  As usual a good deal may have come along, but, but, but, so it goes.  Where will we keep the damn thing?  Will it really get used?  Will Kadizzle get seriously killed? So here we go one more time.  A guy in Fargo has a KTM for sale and he said if Kadizzle shows up with 9.5 k cash he can have it.   Brother in law is a cycle expert and Kadizzle is waiting for the opinion.   The biggest problem is all these bikes sit too high for a fat old chubby guy.  The KTM gets wonderful reviews and Kadizzle wants nothing but the best to fall on top of him on some remote mountain location.

Shanika, Stroupini, and Kadizzle took a long cycle ride on back roads and section lines yesterday.  At one point we came across a dirt bike race track.  It was fake locked so we got on the course and did a couple rounds.  As a bunch of old flummpers we did not get air borne.   The track showed how really incompetent we are.   The trip was like a bit of tick collecting,  and poison ivy rubbing.  Some sore butts resulted from the foray. 

 I saw this man showing his son a man with a Trump Make American Great hat on.   Kadizzle believes we have a hard core of 28% idiots in the country.  For some strange reason this figure keeps popping up.  The bad news is the figure may be higher.  The hard core idiots cannot figure out Trump lies, cheats, steals.  The hard core idiots keep Fox in business. 

Asia comes to the back deck

Morning painting the house, then to Stroupini's house to put up a light fixture, then work on Stroupini's old windows.  Stroupini is fixing up a house in town so he can be an old goat in town.  Shanika showed up and helped paint at Stroupini's house.  The big dicision came to use Shanika's great invention the Wokinator.  The Wokinator is a propan fired Wok in a stainless steel table.  Kadizzle took old Shanika to the grocery store and bought him all the ingredients for a great meal. Shanik loves to cook, so for hours he diced and sliced.  To go with the food a nice variety of drinks were purchased.  Finally the Wok was set aflame and the sizzling sound of shrimp, fried rice, and vegetables came to life.  Ah, it was delicious, and a good time with old friends. Shanik made sure Kadizzle bought some desert.  Kadizzle bought vanilla ice cream to make the Mrs. happy.  Shanik sent Stroupini off on his motorcycle to get some Heath Bars at the gas station.  The bars were broken into small pieces and sprinkled on the ice cream for a perfect grand finally.

Now Kadizzle sits here a shameless balloon shaped man contemplating how he might shrink down.  Last night a dream came where Kadizzle had trouble getting through a door.  The dream fairy is telling Kadizzle something.  Hopefully the gang will take a nice motorcycle ride somewhere today.  Such aerobic behavior will surely erase the ice cream.

We are the greatest

Kadizzle made a trip with Stroupini to Bismarck yesterday to buy a light fixture for his garage.  As circumstance would have it Kadizzle ran into a clerk he had met the last time he was at Lowes.  The last time in the flower shop Kadizzle engaged the woman from Cameroon in a brief conversation about our pathetic president.  Seeing the woman again Kadizzle asked her how she liked living in the United States.  As a prejudiced American Kadizzle expected the woman to say she loved it.  Nope, she said she hated it.  Why? Kadizzle asked.  Too many rules and too many people in jail.

This brings us to your simple minded typical Republican dolt.  American is always the best, the greatest and we have a president that is wonderful biggly.  That all works fine unless you actually do some research.  If you dig into the facts things don't look so good.  Sure if you are rich in America, or any country for that matter things are pretty good.  However, the statistics put us behind in just about everything.  You name it, life expectancy, health care, education, happiness, and on it goes.  We live in a delusional country.  We believe a whole lot of stuff that just plain aint true.  What better to symbolize our delusion than the Donald?

So here we sit with the rich walking off with everything, the roads crumbling, the bridges falling, kids failing, and we are as happy as can be.  We have Fox News, and even local right wing cheerleaders.  They tell us we are the best.  Cheerleaders for a losing team.  When the lady from Cameroon tells you your country sucks, maybe it is time to listen to something other than Fox.

Can he be that stupid?

As usual Kadizzle started the morning update.  Sitting there with coffee Kadizzle read Trump said Revolutionary War soldiers took over the airports.  Giving Trump the benefit of the doubt, maybe he meant seaports. However, when you look at the big picture maybe Trump is that stupid.  He brags about nice letters from dictators, he lies constantly as if no one would notice.  Trump seems to be totally unaware that in the modern world people record what you say.  When the rest of us see the obvious evidence that the journalist was murdered Trump doesn't.  So we live with a president who goes in and out of reality. 

Watching the simple minded is always amusing.  Perhaps the audience watching Trump was as ignorant of history as the old Trumpster.  Maybe half the people in the crowd with the red dunce hats on thought there were airports in the time of the countries birth.  In Trumps world if he says it, it is true, and that is good enough for the Red Hats.  Of course the fake news would say there were no airports in George Washington's time just to make Trump look bad. 

Just think about it.  Think of the silly religious people who believe they will be god of their own planet when they die.  Religion clearly demonstrates massive numbers of people can believe incredible lies.  Trump has show how effective lying can be.  Trump knows the basic principle of lying, tell people what they want to hear. This car was driven by a little old lady only to church.  We are the best, and everything is working out biggly.

Although Kadizzle has told this story many times, it sums up Trump and his gang.  A woman back in the hills in West Virginia had a husband that went out in the front yard every morning and flapped his arms and made noises like a chicken.  The neighbor lady complained to the odd man's wife about his strange antics.  The chicken man's wife said " He aint hurtin no one, and besides we could use the eggs".  This is the classic answer of a Trump supporter.  Besides we could use the tax breaks his supporters say when Trump crows.

Today's word is Bufadora

Long ago Kadizzle was listening to a song he liked. The song had the word bufadora.  It took a long time to figure out what the singer was saying, but finally the riddle was cracked. If you want to see a bufadora watch the video below.

La Bufadora Ensenada, Baja California Mexico

3:30 A.M.

Kadizzle awakened at an early hour.  The mind was active even though defective.  Some very strange dreams buzzed through the organ on top of the shoulders.  Kadizzle has been assisting a friend with some plumbing.  The plumbing problem is in a very strange house.  Someone built the house many years ago.  The original people thought they were embracing modern times and decided to put the house on a concrete slab, no basement.  All the plumbing would run through the slab including the hot water heating system in the pipes encased in concrete.  Then some magic happened.  The concrete slab with all the pipes cracked when it settled.  All the pipes broke.  Now how do you you get water to the bathroom, the kitchen, and all over the house?  This is where the nightmare starts.  Some genius decided to run all the plumbing up into the attic and down to where it was needed.  The net result is a house with plastic lines running in the most unusual places.  Pipes in closets,  and pipes coming down from the attic everywhere.  This is North Dakota and pipes in the attic could get mighty cold.  Now with the heating system in the floor destroyed the house still had to be heated.  Someone installed radiant electric heaters all over the place up on the top of the walls all over the house.  These heaters must not have worked very well or more heat was needed, or they were just too damn expensive.  So the last people in the house kept a wood fire in a decretive fire place burning all the time.  The radiant  heaters drew the smoke up in the rooms and coated the ceiling with soot.  There must have been another wood fireplace in the garage that also helped coat everything with soot.

For some strange reason the thought came to Kadizzle in the middle of the night that a one time owner of the nightmare house was the man in charge of maintenance at the mine where Kadizzle had worked.  Now the puzzle began.  The man who Kadizzle knew well was an electrician and certainly knew how to do all kinds of maintenance.  It was very puzzling that a well qualified person in all areas of mechanical things would live in a Rube Goldberg set up.  So this will be the topic for an investigation today.  Was that actually the house where ex maintenance person lived?

Just burning up time waiting for the sun to rise, so how about a little rant?  Insanity is rampant in this country.  We are rotting from the top down.  Trump and his parade shows the rot.  Trump features himself as a dictator.  Dictators love big military shows of might.  Trump is going to embarrass the entire country putting on a Nazi display of marching soldiers.  Everything the United States stands for will be upturned when The Donald gives his speech in front of tanks, planes, and guns.   This is not the country we want to live in.  The flag wavers, the thoughts and prayers people, and the fundamentalist along with the NRA guys will love it.  We have fallen prey to idiocy, Fox News, and the Republican Party.  God bless America, and remember God chose Trump for president, so God can make big mistakes.

Whistlin' Bungholes

Someone had this on facebook. Kadizzle never knew there was a fire works called a whistlin bunghole. Apparently it was produced to honor Trump.  It was great that China made a special fire cracker for Trump to celebrate the 4th. 

Bohunks

The mind wandered back to the days when Kadizzle was a kid.  Our grade school had a mix of kids from the well off neighbor hoods and from Gregsville.  Greggsville was a poorer section of town.  Looking back we were mean.  Kadizzle lived in the nice area, and often the kids from Greggsville were referred to as bohunks.  Kadizzle never really knew what a bohunk was so this morning Kadizzle looked it up.  There is such a word.  A bohunk was a low class laborer from southern Europe.  In retrospect Kadizzle feels bad about how those kids were treated.  They were nice kids.  Kadizzle remembers Mary, Mary Ellen, Henry, Arthur, and the Yees.  The Yees were Chinese.  The Yees drank chicken blood and ran a laundry.  Pretty little Mary had polio which crippled one of her legs.  Henry and Arthur were brothers and grew up to be grave diggers.  They like to say " we throw dirt in the faces of the best people in town".  Their sister Mary Ellen had some mental problems.  The social safety net in those days was pretty poor.  In the fifth grade Kadizzle remembers having Mary Ellen, and another mentally disturbed girl from the children's home in class.  It seems no special attention was provided to these kids with serious problems.  They were just put in school as a place to keep them.  The story was Margie had seen her parents burnt to death in a fire.  All of this comes to mind as we see how Trump has no regard for the poor and underprivileged.  As a young person maybe it is forgivable to be an unsympathetic person.  But we have a child for president and we should not tolerate what he does.

Rolling Along

Our first summer without a sailboat is slowly progressing.  The Kadizzle's are enjoying the back yard. Mrs. Kadizzle is obsessed with the yard and gardening.  The yard is pruned, and the weeds are in retreat in the garden.  Mrs Kadizzle constantly complains about how much work the garden is, but will not give it up.

The little berg of Hazen seems peaceful.  The city commissioners have finally acted on a request Kadizzle made five years ago.  The impossible has reached the point of almost being possible. Kadizzle asked the city to enforce the junked car ordinance.  After five . years the city has revised the ordinance and may actually enforce the new ordinance.

This brings to mind the slow races Kadizzle used to have in the back yard.  When the little Kadizzles were growing up there was a bunch of neighborhood kids that had to be entertained.  Kadizzle had to constantly challenge them with races and games.  One day the brilliant idea of a slow race came to mind.  Here is how a slow race works.  You line up the kids and explain to them they have to race around the garden.  The last one to make it around the garden is the winner.  A slow race is fun to watch.  The only rule is you have to make some visible movement.  The whole thing throws the kids minds into a tizzy.  The concept of being last and going slow they just cannot grasp.  Kadizzle gets to play the part of the announcer by declaring who is doing the best job of going nowhere.  The real beauty of a slow race is it take so long.  In fact most slow races never end and have to be declared over before the first furlong.

Politicians seem to be excellent slow racers.  What county can be last to have decent health care?  What county can be last to quit endless wars?  When it comes to slow racing Republicans are the winners. They cheat by actually going backwards.   Strange non of the kids ever thought of the Republican strategy.   It is actually a good strategy.  If you slow race backwards you are getting to the finish line quicker.  Since the start is the finish maybe Trump and his gang are on to something.  You back up slowly, then move forward slowly and you win.  Hmm, this all makes sense now.  Of course appointing hopeless people to every position helps immensely with backing up.  North Dakota seems to be adopting the slow race technique.  Measure one moves us forward, and the Republican move it backwards.

Honoring History

Kadizzle started in the coal industry as an underground miner.  Somewhere around the age of 18 or 19 Kadizzle was employed as an underground coal miner in West Virginia.  At some point Kadizzle had a job shooting the bottom.  On midnight shift Kadizzle would drill holes all night with a jackhammer.  The idea was to blast about three feet of rock under the coal seam to provide more height for the mainline underground.  The locomotives ran on the mainline and hauled the coal out of the mine.  Kadizzle can remember the first time he heard the call " fire in the hole".   Before a blast was set off the mining custom was to yell as loud as you could  " fire in the hole".   This was to warn anyone nearby a blast was about to occur. 

So this morning as Kadizzle sat on the thrown for the morning constitutional he decided to honor the old mining tradition and yelled " fire in the hole "  at the appropriate time.  No one was hurt.

Let the game begin

The game is on.  Last night the insurance companies ran an add with the evening news denouncing one payer health care.  Ya, sure, ya betcha.  The Republican game will be to call all Democrats socialist.  Kadizzle wants to fight back, call the Republicans what they are fascist. Republicans know how to manipulate the simple minded.  Main thing is to scare the simple mined.  The simple minded cannot distinguish between various ideas.  Anything that is not pure bred capitalism for the one percent is communism in the world of the simple.  The simple have no clue they participate in socialism every day.  Look how many cooperatives thrive in North Dakota.  Cenex, is a socialist organization, so are the not for profit hospitals, insurance companies, credit unions, Basin Electric, and West River Telecommunications.  Socialism is everywhere.  What about the post office and the police department, the fire department.  Sadly fascism is also widespread by the Republicans.  We need some dictionaries put in hotels with the Bibles. 

Fascism (/ˈfæʃɪzəm/) is a form of radical right-wing, authoritarian ultranationalism characterized by dictatorial power, forcible suppression of opposition and strong regimentation of society and of the economy which came to prominence in early 20th-century Europe.