Life in the Rabbit hole.

It is the absolute middle of the night. Unable to sleep the mind just read an article in the NYT about a Trump coin. If you don't think there is an alternative universe, the article will change your mind. What did it feel like to be a black person kidnapped in Africa and moved to an entirely different culture? That is the feeling living among the Trump cult. Nothing is to insane or bizarre. The believers do what believers do they believe. 

It used to be the obvious nut cases were the evangelicals. They were generally harmless people going crazy about religion and Jesus. It was harmless because Jesus never came around. Now we have the Trump Jesus. A Jesus that lies, misleads, and causes insurrections.  This new Trump Jesus is nuclear dangerous. The mind rot created by the Trump Jesus is worse than covid will ever be. The Russians must love Trump. Simply by lying Trump is destroying our country. The insanity is contagious and it is spread by right wing media.

Trump is like Thomas Edison, he invented an entire new way to exploit stupid people. No one except maybe Hitler has mastered lying better than Trump. Trump tells big lies and a lot of them. He is like a restaurant that does not have good food,but does have big portions. Fat people do not want French cooking, they just want plenty of food. Trump supporters do not want the Truth, they just want plenty of lies that will swell their silly ideas.  We are in deep trouble when you can get rich marketing lies. 

Verizon was going to take my boots.

Over the years Kadizzle has probably paid Verizon over fifty thousand dollars for phone service. Moving to Arizona has been an unimaginable headache transferring payments and banking. Remember the scene in the old western movies where someone took the boots off the dead guy and used them for their own. Kadizzle feels like that dead guy. The credit card payments got all messed up, and those vultures tried to get all they could in late fees. Kadizzle just finished fighting Verizon into submission. First they agreed to reduce their theft with the late charge game, and then after Kadizzle threatened to leave their company and go to another rapist they relented and took off the $55 dollar robbery fee. This was the same case with the credit card thieves. These companies know the cost of finding a good sucker, and know not to lose one. Never pay the robbery fees. Kadizzle has eliminated thousands of dollars over the years in robbery fees. Today, like every day when you have to twist their arm ask for a supervisor. Of course the person on the bottom rung is told to just try to ignore you. Think about it. Credit card companies are offering up to $200 bounty if you bring them a new customer. So if a customer is worth $200 then any idiot can figure it is cheaper to keep one than buy a new one for $200. Banks, credit card companies, and so many other businesses know how easy it is to rape the ignorant. Don't tolerate it. 

Obsessed

If you stood below a dam and you knew it was leaking and about to collapse how would you feel? That is the feeling Kadizzle gets driving around Arizona. The Trump dolts are a scary infestation. One would think no one could still buy the Trump lies, but no. On the way into Payson yesterday Kadizzle saw a roadside display selling Trump propaganda flags, and of course the Go Brandon flag. Farther down the same road is the Trump store selling more insanity. Kadizzle is frightened. It can't happen here. Don't delude yourself. Republicans are taking us to a Nazi like world where their minds are already. Almost every day Kadizzle talks to a person in the Trump trance. These people believe it was not Trump who caused the insurrection, it was a operation by Democrats. Can people be any more delusional. A lot of normal people don't encounter the deplorables. Our society is fragmented and educated people do not associate with the dolts enough to realize how many there are. Keep in mind how many dolts actually voted for Trump. Millions of idiots roam the country. On the way up into the mountains yesterday Kadizzle tuned into a religious station. Yup, they were promoting the Trump fear, lies, and justification. Ask yourself if you are isolated from the underbelly of ignorant humanity in this country. One thing Kadizzle has heard from too many young people is " I don't participate, and I don't pay attention". Apparently no one learned a thing from Nazi Germany. We are repeating the whole damn thing. 

Finbar Furey. Paddy Dear

Addicted to Finbar Furey. Kadizzle has been listening to his album Paddy Dear for three days. The new home has wonderful acoustics with just the right echo for Irish music. In his head Kadizzle thinks he is more Irish than he is.  His body shaped like a potato does prove he lived through the potato famine.  The music is so relaxing and Finbar's voice is so soothing. Give it a try. 

The attorney general of North Dakota died. Sadly he was caught up in the Republican nonsense, including the Trump disaster. A man who could have done a lot to help humanity instead chose to support the greed and lies of the Republicans. Why praise him? When Kadizzle dies tell the truth. If you think Kadizzle was a worthless freeloader says so. On the other hand some praise would be nice. The point is tell the truth. Lead by example. 

Talk facts and research and they run

Sitting here digesting two wonderful hamburgers Kadizzle cooked on the new grill. A car pulls up and Kadizzle figures the people getting out to take picture of the foundation  poured next door are the new owners of the home about to built. Nope, they were friends reporting to the owners. In no time the conversation got into politics. Imagine that. There is strange phenomenon going on here. Californians are moving here in droves. Now for the strange part. The locals hate the Californians because they think they are all liberals. No, the Californians coming here are mostly hard core rednecks. The people out in front of the house taking pictures moved from California. Of course they despise Biden, and assured me it was liberals who trashed the Capitol. It will all come out on Fox News in time. Kadizzle is scared to death about the level of ignorance around here. 

As the conversation went on Kadizzle started to cite facts.  Mr. Trump believer said to Mabel, " We gotta get going".  Bring up reality and the Trumpers head for the door. Don't look good. If these people are friends of the new owners it looks like we are in for an interesting neighborhood. The poor male couple next door will have a great time with rednecks for neighbors. Back in Hazen we were blessed with the best neighbors one could have. Of course they had the Republican infestation, but they were still in the real world to some extent. 

A Vast Wilderness

Since the sun was warm and the day was clear old Kadizzle hopped on the motorcycle and went exploring. Soon he found himself on a Forest Service road. It was the usual stupidity. The road got pretty bad and Old Kadizzle did not have all the safety gear he should have. However, he did have enough sense to wear a helmet. As usual the urge to see around the next bend took over. In no time Kadizzle was deep in the Tonto National Forest not sure exactly where he was.  Oh, he forgot to even take a GPS.  One road lead to another.  In general the cycle was headed toward the town of Rye.  So mile after mile Kadizzle began to realize just how vast the wild country is.  Humans get used to the idea every once of the planet has been tamed, but this is not the case, and really not the case in Arizona. In Phoenix you would think man had built an paved every square inch, but Kadizzle has spent so much time exploring the forest that he is aware and awed by the shear volume of untamed land. Well, untamed may be a misnomer. Just about everywhere has been logged, grazed or exploited.  However, when you traipse about you realize how really big the world is. Looking at the mountains and hill it is hard to imagine what taking off overland would be like. One thing you find when you do take off is someone else has done it. The native Americans explored every once of the country hunting, looking for water, and a better way to get somewhere. 

Wrestling Rocks

Kadizzle is not a lite man, but neither are the rocks he has been wrestling. In the end Kadizzle wins, but it is a battle. In the new home the yard is infested with rocks, big rocks. In order to landscape the backyard these beast have to be moved. The last fight involved a rock that probably weighed a thousand pounds or more. It had to be moved uphill about four feet. With a 12 ton hydraulic jack, levers, and blocking Kadizzle fought the rock for two days and finally won. A rock battle is like chess. Getting the rock to move an inch in the right direction is a victory for Jeeesus. Kadizzle is lining up rocks that will be the edge of a patio. Even fighting a three hundred pounder can take two hours. There is some strange joy in winning a rock battle. Maybe tomorrow Kadizzle will take a picture of the rocks he wrestled into submission.  

A Message for today

Old Kadizzle is up preparing to head for Payson. Doing the dishes Kadizzle tried to figure out the lyrics of the son Gypsy GoBoy. After some searching Kadizzle found the lyrics. The song has a nice tune, you can hear it below in another post. It seemed the song was critical of Christianity. Listen carefully and you will get the message. Gypsy people were always treated poorly. That is the essence of the song, but it also relates to the hypocrisy of Christianity. Give the song a listen. 
 

A song for today

GYPSY GO BOY
 
Sweet holy Jesus, sweet mother of God
It’s whiter than white, before ever you’re born
It’s the Christian message
Delivered with such scorn
It’s gypsy go boy go.
Get back on the road
 
I’m on the road; I got the sun on my back
I’ve got apartheid feelings buried deep in my heart
Since way back when I was four years old
Around the campfires at night
I heard the stories told.
 
There were killings and beatings on the lonesome roads
And the young who died while driven through snow
The old ones perished from hunger and cold
No place to run to
No place to call home.
 
Sweet holy Jesus, sweet mother of god......................
 
We tried your ways, you know, it couldn’t be done
You would never accept us, equal one for one
But you’d come at night to shout
Get out! Move on!
We don’t want your kind here
Come on! Tomorrow be gone.
 
I’m a travelling man
From the travelling clan
I’ve been a part of nature since time began
Don’t bend and twist me
Without taking my hand
This heart inside me
Has the soul of a man.
 
It’s gypsy go boy go.
Get back on the road
It’s gypsy go boy go
And still the dance goes on
 
© Finbar Furey 1997

Gypsy Goboy

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Gypsy Goboy

Yesterday

Yesterday Kadizzle wrote about the nasty road he was going to drive. Well it was a nasty road. It turned out Kadizzle and the trail crew got some bad information. Technically the road was closed. As Kadizzle drove the truck up the mountain he realized a dozer must be working on the road. Sure enough he soon encountered a man working on the road with a bulldozer. Getting by the machine would not be easy because the road was steep and narrow. The dozer man got down and we had a chat. Mr. Dozer said he had not been all the way down the road, but he thought it was good until the last creek. Good meant good enough to get there. The road was terrible and the truck struggled to make the trip in four wheel low drive. Kadizzle decided to leave the truck for the crew and ride the ebike back to camp. It was a nice ebike ride through some spectacular mountain scenery until Kadizzle had to go down a very steep rocky part of the road. At first he got off and walked the bike a little, then stupidity set in and he decided to ride down the steep rocky road. Playing dare to be stupid quickly caught up to him. Kadizzle tried to stop and went over the handle bars onto the rocks. Fortunately the end result was some small cuts and bruises. This all happened close to where the dozer was working. The dozer man did not get to see the crash. When Kadizzle stopped to talk to Mr. Dozer again Mr. Dozer asked if Kadizzle had fallen. Kadizzle was puzzled about how he knew and asked him.  Mr. Dozer said he noticed the blood on Kadizzle's hands. At this point Kadizzle had to admit how stupid he was. The real lesson was about not wearing a helmet. If the old fat man had hit his head on a rock during the crash it may have been over. Hopefully the old man will get smarter on these adventures. However, it always works out about the same, you take off thinking you are on a cake walk and it turns out to be much more of a trek. 

The He Man Road

 Kadizzle has an assignment today.  Kadizzle is to drop off and pick up the trail crew. In order to accomplish this feat Kadizzle will drive the crew to the top of the Cottonwood trail. The drive involves going up a very steep difficult road. The road is rutted, and has sandy areas. In Arizona there are hundreds of simple minded people driving vehicles equipped for rugged roads. The irony is they rarely ever use them off the paved highway. Kadizzle has to admit tackling a bad road has an element of fun. The road today is a favorite motorcycle road for Kadizzle.  Driving on old nasty roads is a big deal in Arizona. Everyone and their grandmother now has a little four wheel vehicle. You put Martha in the seat beside you and take her for a buzz in the wilderness. Strangely all these little buzzmobiles are now being driven in town and on the highways. Someone is going to get blasted by a car or truck and the results will be nasty. 

A very common site in any vehicle now is a dog. It seems like you cannot have any transportation unless a dog is sticking its head out the window. Dogs must think humans were made as chauffeurs. Pollution? Of course Americans cannot walk or ride a bike, nope have to have an engine on your cane. God never intended people to walk. That is why Jesus rode a donkey. 

OK, this brings us to politics, and one of Kadizzles sages. Paul Krugman today comments on how Florida is trying to outlaw thinking. Republicans have long been against thinking. Thinking causes nothing but problems. Now if you make someone in school uncomfortable by asking them to think it is against the law in Florida.  About time someone got around to outlawing thinking. Republicans know their worst problem is people who think. 

Up comes the sun

That glorious ball of fire is about to peek over the mountains to the East. Just finished reading an article in the NYT about the Patriot Church. Fundamentalist Christians are some of the most ignorant, dangerous people breathing. The pastor advocated going to the Jan 6 insurrection. Good old Jesus likes a little Trump action. Perhaps Kadizzle wrote about the guy installing our internet who thinks climate change is caused by another solar system with two stars. Yup, the crazies are among us. 

No plan for today. It looks like it may rain on and off. We are at the mountain home. Winky came back from the store the other day delighted that some women were out protesting the right wing vote suppression at the main intersection. 

Now this takes the cake. Back in North Dakota they have an annual bird count. Winky had taken part, but guess what?  Payson has an annual bum count. Wish this was a joke, but on January 25 volunteers will go out and look for bum nest, and try to count the bums. Technically and politely they are called homeless. What a great country when you have a bum count. On a bird count you might brag about seeing an eagle or some other bird. What do you do on a bum count. Of course bums might have interesting nest under bridges or in culverts. The easy bums will be the ones on the corner begging for money. They are like robins, easy to find and plentiful.  Bike bums might be a special breed. You do see them buzzing around. Perhaps there are good places to spot bums at dumpsters and so on. A train bum would be a real spotting pleasure. One could put out bait to catch the bums. Perhaps some donuts or blankets left where the bums pass. What a wonderful world brought to you by capitalism, and the Republican Party. Kadizzle admits he is a Democratic Socialist Bum. 

It's been good seeing you agaian

 Now it's been something seeing you again

In this time we've had to spend
You've been so good to be around
I thank you for that special thrill
Keep me going on until
The next time I'm in town

Though I won't be back here for a while
Or hear your laughter, see you smile
And I'll remember what went down
I can't tell you how or when
But I'll be seeing you again
The next time I'm in town

Now the faces and the places range
'Cross the bridge of time and change
Once again I'm homeward bound
There's one thing I promise you
And that's another rendez-vous
The next time I'm in town

Now it's been something seeing you again
And in this time we've had to spend
You've been so good to be around
And I thank you for that special thrill
Keep me goin' on until
The next time I'm in town
'Til the next time I'm in town
'Til the next time I'm in town

Salvage

Kadizzle enjoys being cheap, and frugal. One thing Kadizzle has always enjoyed is finding things people are throwing out and fixing them. Too many times the fix is so easy. A good way to start is just take the cover off the damn thing. Often you will find a screw has come loose or a little something is shorting out a circuit. 

Kadizzle dreamed of a large hydrualic jack he could move boulders with. Yesterday at Dave the sign guy's messy picnic table Kadizzle saw a twelve ton jack. Kadizzle asked Dave what he would sell it for. Dave said it was broken and Kadizzle could have it. Hydraulic jacks are easy to fix. Almost always they just need some fluid. Sure enough after filling the jack, it worked fine. A new jack would be from $50 to $150 dollars. 

Living in a neighborhood where new houses are being built makes us aware of the incredible waste. A lot of good lumber is wasted in the process of building a home, along with tile, roofing, and you name it. 

We live in an incredibly wasteful society. On PBS last night there was a heartbreaking segment about the suffering people in Afghanistan. Kadizzle could hardly watch, and you could tell the host Judy Woodruff was about to cry. Young starving children, and babies dying. Meanwhile billionaires take rocket rides to space. That is the free market a good Republican will tell you. 

Back at the Earth Module

Yesterday was the first day of trail work in awhile. Kadizzle spent a couple hours making the trail safer along a cliff edge. Care had to be taken that Kadizzle did not fall off the cliff while moving the trail away from the cliff.

With so much space at the new home and so little space in the Earth Module the two worlds are entirely different. Our friends Jeff and Barb are visiting and they invested in a camper called a Cricket. It is about a third the size of the Earth Module. The Cricket is designed to get into more rugged spots. However, they made a critical mistake. They are pulling it with a car, which cannot negotiate bad roads. The Cricket is a minimalist set up. The don't have a shower, and the toilet facilities are problematic. They spend a lot of the summer in a very cramped trimaran, so they are used to small spaces. 

Two worlds are very different. Climate at the stationary house is about two or three thousand feet higher than the climate at the Earth Module. Climate makes a world of difference. Down here by the lake there are desert plants like saguaro cactus, all kind of thorny plants, and lots of sandy soil. Up on the mountain it is cedar, and no thorns. The nice thing is the ability to drive thirty miles and be on another planet. 

 

Upon this Rock I will build my church.

  See those rocks over by the wheelbarrow, it takes hours to move them in line. Kadizzle's hero has always been Sisyphus.  You know the guy who was sentenced to perpetually push a rock up hill. Once in awhile the rock would roll back down on him. That is the story of life. One large rock took a day and a half just to flip over. There is some fun in it. Giant rock moving is a physics problem. Gravity is the main enemy. No rock can resist a hydraulic jack, but it takes forever. On the other hand the magic lever works in amazing ways. Today may be another day of coaching rocks in to line. These projects are like a jigsaw puzzle. 

Kadizzle needs to rant, so here goes. It is downright scary the number of Hoopleheads wandering around with Trump Nazi insignia. Living among Trump supporters in huge numbers makes one realize what it would be like to be a black person living in a white neighborhood. Irrational people are neck deep around here. Most disturbing are the pickup truck brain dead. These imbeciles drive a huge pickup around flying a large Trump flag and some other flag with another symbol of their stupidity. Seeing these people take so much pride in their evil and stupidity does not bode well. In Arizona the more ridiculous you are the better your chance of winning a Republican nomination. 

Life with the Niggifiddles

Who are the Niggifiddles ? The Niggifiddles like order, it makes them feel more comfortable. Kadizzle is not a Niggifiddle. The reality of the Universe is there is no order. The Universe works on randomness. It would be nice if flowers just grew in a row, but they don't. It would be nice if the planets were arranged in size from smallest to largest, but it did not work out that way. Once you grasp that the amount of orderliness is limited in the universe you will be happier. You can spend your whole life lining up rocks or folding clothes, but in the end nature will prevail and things will go back to chaos. Now Kadizzle is not against orderliness, or cleanliness, but it can get out of control. When it does they call it OCD. Obsessive, compulsive, disorder. How much order do you need? Let's talk about facing. What in the hell is facing? At the grocery store you might notice someone has made sure everything on the shelf is in line with the front of the shelf. That means someone or several someones are going through the store lining up the soup cans, the cereal boxes and making sure the apples are stacked right. It must work, all the stores do it. Why? People must buy more and feel better when things are lined up. Does it really change anything? It does give the appearance of abundance. There seems to be plenty of everything, but that is not the reality. If there is nothing behind the front row, then it is an illusion that there are plenty of fiddily diddles. Order gives the feeling of comfort. If the fire engine is polished and bright is must be in good condition, but it could be out of gas. The challenge in life is deciding what is important, and what is not. If you want to be happy don't ever think you can impose order on the universe. The universe will obey the laws of gravity, and enforce the speed of light, but it will not line up the planets, or fold your clothes. 

Living in the Fog

 We needed internet service, and somebody had to provide. In Payson, Arizona the internet providers are confusing, and there is no cable internet where we live. The internet man came, and he is a hard working fellow who owns the company. He seems to be competent in electronics.  Somehow as usual Kadizzle got into politics and other matters with him. No the scary part. Too many times you meet someone and thing they are on the same planet you are, then you find out wow, you were wrong. The number of strange crazies wandering around is astonishing. Back to internet man. Somehow at the end of the day after struggling to get our internet working internet man and Kadizzle struck up a conversation. Kadizzle gave him the IQ test. Did you vote for Trump? Yes was the answer. Kadizzle thought the guy was smarter than that. Next Kadizzle asked what he thought about climate change. This is were the fog set in. Internet man said climate change was because of another solar system that is going to collide with ours. Planet X revolves around two suns, most solar systems have two suns according to internet man. How many people are wandering around believing Trump lies, planet x nonsense, and so on. Well you got the Mormans a group of insane people believing a story a con man cooked up. Then of course you have the Trump Cult. They are thick here. It is downright scary to know you are living among people capable of believing the most insane things. The wallygonkles are all over the place. 

Discovering a talent

 Wall building has been a big deal for Republicans, but now Kadizzle has entered the fray. With the new home landscaping is one more money drain. Yesterday Kadizzle handed the stone wall builders a large handful of hundred dollar bills. Although most of their work was good Kadizzle was disappointed in some of it so he set out to do some stone stacking himself. Maybe Kadizzle was delusional, but he concluded his stonework was as good as the professionals, maybe even better. Placing stones to make a wall is very much like a jigsaw puzzle. Stones are scattered all over the place in this area. You look at a place where a certain shape stone is needed then you go out and try to find a stone of that shape. Like so many things once you get involved you begin to appreciate the talent of others. As Kadizzle worked he had more and more admiration for the native Americans that did excellent stone work building their dwellings. 

Memories of work

 Hard work is something foreign to most Americans. Kadizzle only had faint memories of working hard, but yesterday his mind was refreshed. A crew of three showed up to build a stone wall in the backyard. Moving large stones and gravel is real work. Kadizzle shoveled, and then shoveled, and then shoveled some more. Ryan the six foot six skinny string bean hauled with the wheelbarrow. Together we moved about 12 tons of gravel about forty feet to the new patio area taking shape at the mountain home. John is not a hefty guy, but he stacked the rocks for the wall. Kelly is big and claims he can lift 800 pounds. Never saw it happen, but he is good on the big rocks. We wandered into the forest next door and brought rocks back for the wall with the wheelbarrow, and the hand truck. If all goes well today they will show up with a skid steer and we can move the gravel with equipment. 

As we busted our buns it hit Kadizzle that a lot of city kids never really work in their entire life. That means real work on the end of a shovel or carrying loads of hay, brick, or stone. For too many kids things just magically come to them. The cell phone and computer just show up one day. Most of the modern life of children is about playing sports not bailing hay. Kadizzle is fat and lazy now, but there was a time he hauled timbers 700 feet underground where you could not stand up. Kadizzle lifted and dragged a lot of hay bales in the heat of West Virginia. It has been a long time since Kadizzle shovel the spilled coal at the tailpiece in the coal mine, but Kadizzle remembers work. Work is something Kadizzle learned early to stay away from. 

Money is shooting out the window

 Kadizzle is cheap. He finds no shame in that, but it make the old miser scared to see the money shoot out the window. Nothing will shoot money out the window like building a new home. One brilliant thing the Kadizzles did when they left Hazen was sell everything. Of course we never thought about how we would have to buy it back. Almost all our furniture was sold or given away. That means we have to buy beds, something to sit on, and you name it. We saved a lot of little things that filled a twenty foot trailer. Where is the kafrumple, or the kiddlesnichel? That is the problem when you move. Some magic way things disappear when you move. 

One thing we paid dearly for was the view. Kadizzle always wanted to live up in the air on a hill. Finally in the last quarter of life Kadizzle gets to sit on top of the mountain and look down on the world.  Payson is a giant bowl in the mountains. The mountains to the North are called the rim, because they are part of the rim that surrounds Phoenix. At this very moment the sun is coming up over the mountains. It is always a great site. 

In the land of the Hoopleheads

The Kadizzles went from a small town to a larger small town. The Hooplehead infestation is more prominent here. The gun culture, the goofy truck culture, and the income disparity culture are all more obvious.  Payson Arizona is a strange mix. When you drive around you discover just how many people are living on the edge. People say the meth problem is real here. Since a major north south route goes right through the middle of town no doubt the meth wagons stop here to fill the kids with joy. 

Generally everyone seems friendly, but at every grocery store intersection, and Walmart there are the beggars. Hazen, North Dakota never had one beggar. They should hire a couple just to spice it up. Payson has a unique group of dolts that are at the major intersection. They pace around with signs that say " Honk for Jesus".  Apparently Jesus loves a good car horn. Maybe Jesus likes those silly loud trucks to.  There are a lot of Jesus nest around here, and strangely they are also Trump nest. God so loved the Earth that he gave us Trump. 

An amazing thing about Payson, Arizona is there is nothing to support the economy but retired people who try to trickle on the poor people. People move to Payson to escape the heat of Phoenix. There is a housing boom here. The housing boom is making it hard for the beggars to pay the rent. One sign of the economy here is the number of thrift stores where the slummers pick through the stuff the rich throw away.  All the thrift stores are well stocked with clothing. Everyone seems to be seeking a bargain. The prices for slum supplies seem high. 

One thing that has always caught the eye of Kadizzle in the southwest is the desire for a fence. Everyone thinks they have something worth stealing. A yard full of junk is fenced off so you cannot steal my junk and make it your junk. Nothing says kingdom like a wall or a fence. That is why Trump people love a good wall. A wall means you have something worth stealing. One of the strangest things in America is the idea that you are rich. Everyone is rich. Even the poorest person with a car is rich and the government or Antifa is out to steal your money. The government is an evil entity that has no goal but to make you do things and steal what you worked so hard to steal from someone else. 

The Cult

Winky is down at Lake Roosevelt doing some volunteer work for the Forest Service. At our new home Kadizzle is alone cooking for himself, actually burning to death some hamburgers in our new toater oven. Kadizzle got caught up in a BS storm with the guys putting in the wi-fi. It was a political discussion. That gets to the point. Yesterday Kadizzle ran into four Hoopleheads. These Hoopleheads always make the same statement, in fact the guy putting in the wi-fi made the statement " Trump did some good things".  When you ask these people what the good things are they are stunned. After you talk to a Hooplehead for a little bit you realize they are all getting their narrative from the same source. It must be right wing media. The one thing all of them end up saying in their narrative is " If Trump would just shut up he would be fine, his mouth gets him in trouble".  Kadizzle has heard the exact phrase come from at least ten Hoopleheads in the last month. They all say exactly the same thing. Think about it. Could you imagine claiming someone is smart, but their speech makes them appear stupid?The Hoopleheads are in a cult. Kadizzle is frieghtened by this cult. Cults out of control kill people. Kill themselves and do a lot of damage. The Trump cult is strong in Arizona. In fact it is probably worse than North Dakota. Reality means nothing to these people, they don't hesitate to invent their own facts, science, or whatever it takes. 20% of the people we meet seem normal and capable of experiencing reality, 80% are lost in the wilderness. If you think Kevin Cramer, Kelly Armstrong, and John Hoeven are worthless lickspittles, you ain't seen notton like the Gosar. Senator Gosar was neck deep in supporting the January 6th insurrection. Gosar is openly mentally ill, and the Hoopleheads love it. 

Respect

Kadizzle has taken on the task of building a rock wall in the back of our home. The process gives Kadizzle a lot of respect for every stone structure he sees. Moving large rocks by hand with ancient equipment is a daunting task. To build a wall one must first gather the rocks. Harvesting 2 and 3 hundred pound rocks is not like picking tomatoes. If the old man can get four rocks a day it is a victory. Kadizzle is using a hand truck and brute strength with a few levers, and picks thrown in. The landscape here is covered with stones. To make a wall the stones ideally have to be flat on both sides. All the flat rocks did not grow right by the house so many of them have to be moved fifty or a hundred yards. Moving rocks does provide some exercise. Now think on the scale of the pyramids. To the mix Kadizzle added another element. He went to the Home Despot and bought a chisel to shape some of the stone. Again this is not do da. The next time you go by a huge stone building from way back when think about the work that went into it. 

As a side note every rock is not small. One extremely large rock took Kadizzle two days just to flip over and move about three feet. It was a puzzle and took a hydraulic jack and a lot of lumber. A rock that size you move inches at a time. One thing Kadizzle learned in the rock game is the power of a lever. Before cranes and modern equipment levers were the workers. It is amazing that you can take a seven foot strong piece of wood and move a large rock with ease. 

Why Republicans keep falling for Trump's lies

 This morning Kadizzle read an excellent article in the New York Times " Why Republicans keep falling for Trump's lies".   The author did a great job of explaining how the mind of a Republican works. 

Work

Work is something most people don't do. However, living in the midst of construction Kadizzle sees people actually working. Who are these people. They all seem to be nice people that got stuck in the system that exploits them. Of course you can say they just did not pay attention in school and that is why they are in this mess. Wait, what about the teenager Kadizzle saw yesterday. He probably should have been in school, but it was obvious he was the son of an immigrant or and immigrant himself. Kadizzle was kind of dumbfounded to see the kid carrying two large cinder blocks. Our prosperity is based on exploitation. If someone wants to eat without stealing or selling drugs then there is a good chance they will have to work hard. The guy who put the stone on our house struggles to understand English. He works hard and skips lunch. On the other hand the Waltons wake up with Jeff Bezos and wonder how they will protect and spend billion they made selling stuffed animals to the workers building the country. We have not progressed an inch from building pyramids. Imagine the people struggling to get by piling up rocks. Is it really that different from people struggling to get by piling up cinder blocks. 

The blindness of the rich to the poor is incredible. How dare that person serving me food ask for a decent wage? Slave encampments. Last night Kadizzle watched a video on the economics of ski resorts. The workers cannot afford to live in Aspen, and Vail. Let them get on a bus and go to the nearest trailer park miles away. Don't pay them, but put in the best bus system in Colorado to move the slaves around. Now suppose you need a CEO to manage ripping off the poor. No problem paying that guy $8,000 dollars per hour. That CEO is paid according to what he can squeeze from the immigrants, the high school dropouts, and those that failed to inherit a good start. 

Well anyway the sun just came up and time to go out and try working in the yard. A lot of big stones need to be moved to build my pyramid. Where are those exploitables when we need them?

I Got the urge for going

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If everything works you can click on the link above and see Winky riding the road. Yesterday the supreme commander and Kadizzle hopped on the ebikes to explore our new neighborhood. We discovered some very nice homes nearby tucked into the mountainside. Then we saw an indistinct dirt road. Yup, it was a Forest Service road leading into oblivion. Winky did not want to go for fear of mudd, but soon she followed Kadizzle into the wilderness. This road was why we moved here. Payson is surrounded by National Forest. That means endless trails and exploration. Back in Hazen on the prairie you could see everything a day before you got to it because of the flatness. Mountains have continuous surprises. Every twist, turn, up, down, and around has a new view. On the prairie it is just the same view, closer or farther away. Kadizzle has always been amazed at how forest scare prairie people. Kadizzle grew up in the hills of West Virginia, and adapted to the prairie. Both have their virtues. Being in tune with the land can take place in any part of the planet. So on we pedaled the ebikes, not knowing really where we were going. Consulting the map on the phone is seemed we would end up on a paved road that would take us home. The good news is there is a lot of exploring to do on foot, on the ebike, and on the motorcycle. 

Stars

Somewhere the sun is struggling to come up, but as our eyes opened the huge window in the bedroom displayed nothing but stars. This portends a nice day. If the wind does not blow sitting in the sun will be the first pleasure. Last night the Winkle and Kadizzle watched a young mountain climber on his exploits. What he was capable of indeed was incredible. What was inevitable was his death. After conquering some of the most difficult mountains in the world with no equipment the odds finally cashed him in. As a professional safety guy Kadizzle used to tell his students " If you do something dangerous, long enough, the odds will get you".  It rarely fails, Las Vegas gets your money. 

The New York Times has a great editorial about the ongoing Trump insurrection. How can you tell so many people what is happening, yet the simple minded are destroying our democracy? 

The fuse is lit on 2022

After a wonderful meal with the trail crew at our new home Kadizzle retired to bed on New Year's Eve.  Fire belly struck with a vengeance. Five Tums would not put out the flames. Is that an indication of what 2022 will be? Kadizzle has a gut feeling some economic turmoil is coming. No one works anymore, and we will not let the immigrants come in to do the work. How does that work? The Payson paper says there is a shortage of slave shack in Payson. It cost to much to live close the rich you wait on, check groceries for, and take care of the yard. This was always the case at Vail, and Aspen. They had a separate town for the poor people.  Sedona is like that,  the poor come up from Cottonwood to clean the toilet. Just seems strange that people don't seem to want to work for substandard wages anymore. What is a CEO to do? Maybe the head of Walmart who makes $8,000 per hour could cut back a little, or Ellan Musk could pay a living wage. Getting by on 208 billion is just not that easy, so we must coddle these guys or they will not invent anything new for us. It used to be Thomas Edison would invent things at bargain rates, but now if you want an Amazon of a Facebook you have to pay at least a couple billion in incentive money.  It just aint worth getting up for less than a billion. Kadizzle was going to invent a car that ran on air and water, but no one wanted to pay him two billion, so he just decided to watch TV.  Times have changed.