Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Willow Tree Warriors

 Does it get any better? Almost every evening the Willow Tree Warriors sit by the lake. The elk come by an so does everyone and their grandmother with a dog. Usually about six to eight normal people sit beneath the willow and chew over the days happenings. Payzon is a dog crazy town. Everyone has at least one, and many have a spare. Many of the dogs are just big squirrels. Full sized regular dogs seem out of style. 

On some nights a guitar player shows up and there is a little sing along. Customarily people walk around the lake. That means everyone goes by with a hello or maybe stops for a comment.  The elk drew a big crowd the other night with phone cameras shooting. Slowly the sun sets the evening cools down, and the bats start cleaning up the insects. A pleasant way to end the day. Stop by and sit with normal people. MAGAs in search of a cure are welcome. 

Monday, July 28, 2025

Mental illness in full bloom

Hot Air and MAGA Myths: Cheap Entertainment for a Bored Mind

It’s sweltering outside, and inside, the A/C hums like a lullaby for the lazy. Kadizzle should probably pick up a book—expand the mind, feed the soul, yada yada—but instead, he finds himself pulled back into a guilty pleasure: observing the intellectual gymnastics of Car Guy, the MAGA community’s answer to Kafka if Kafka had a mullet and a Facebook addiction.

Car Guy is a legend in his own mind and a recurring act in the local MAGA circus. He recently left some comments on this blog that offer a generous sampler platter of his mental buffet—heavy on conspiracy, light on protein. His favorite move? The time-honored MAGA art of turning footnotes into felonies.

Take, for instance, the ancient and sacred tale of the “assault” on Kevin Cramer. Here’s how it went down: Kadizzle dropped $23 down Cramer’s shirt collar. Scandalous? Only if you think loose change is a weapon of mass destruction. No charges were filed. Kevin Cramer himself said it wasn’t assault. But don’t tell that to the MAGA smear squad—truth just gets in the way of the story.

This myth got its big break thanks to Gary Morris, the local rumor sprinkler. He discovered that someone with the same name as Kadizzle, who once lived near him, had a couple of assault charges. That’s all it took. MAGA logic kicked in: Same name? Must be the same guy. That’s investigative journalism in Trumpworld—less “60 Minutes,” more “Drunk Uncle with a Facebook.”

Once launched, the tale spread like QAnon memes in a truck stop. Gary Morris passed it on. Michael Heather joined in. Even Mayor Steve Otto got in on the action. Kadizzle, being a radical believer in facts, approached each of them. Not one had the backbone to defend the fiction they were peddling. Otto even claimed Kadizzle assaulted him by daring to speak to him in public. If words could bruise egos, Otto must’ve been black and blue for weeks.

Eventually, the nonsense made its way into court, where—surprise—the judge ruled in Kadizzle’s favor. Because unlike MAGA meetings, courts still require evidence.

Now we’ve got Car Guy. A self-declared secret agent of righteousness, he warns that he must keep his identity hidden—possibly from Antifa, the FBI, or a shadowy cabal of fact-checkers. Kadizzle offered to meet him anywhere: police station, library, even the MAGA gift shop. Car Guy agreed—then ghosted. Apparently bravery runs on Facebook fumes and collapses in real life.

Car Guy’s whole act is like watching a ferret try to do calculus. He spins in circles, ties himself in knots, and then declares victory because he didn’t swallow his own tail. It’s dumbfounding, yet irresistibly watchable—like a soap opera, if everyone wore red hats and thought Dr. Fauci lived in a cave under the Capitol.

Yes, Kadizzle should read a book. Something enlightening, like 1984, or How to Argue with Idiots Without Losing Your Mind. But for now, Car Guy is putting on a live show of American absurdity—and it’s just too hot to look away.



Sunday, July 27, 2025

Trump knows things we don't

Blog Post Title: The Ultimate Cult Escape Hatch: “Trump Knows Secrets”

Have you ever tried to have a logical conversation with a member of the Trump cult? It’s like chasing a greased pig on a frozen pond — slippery, pointless, and exhausting. But one thing you’ll discover quickly is that when they’re cornered — when facts, logic, and history pin them down — they always have the perfect escape hatch. It’s a magic phrase, a kind of verbal get-out-of-jail-free card:

“Trump knows things we don’t.”
Or its more ominous cousin: “Trump has access to secret intelligence.”

Let’s break this down with an example. Ask a cult follower to explain one of Trump’s most outrageous lies — like his claim that Ukraine started the war with Russia. Yes, you read that correctly. In Trump World, Ukraine, the invaded, somehow started the war with Russia, the invader. When you press them for evidence, reason, or even basic geography, the gears start to grind, and you’ll hear that magic phrase:

“Trump knows things we don’t.”

Boom. Discussion over. Cult logic deployed. And the beauty (or rather, the madness) of this line is that it’s infinitely flexible. You can drape it over any lie, any contradiction, any bit of lunacy that escapes Trump’s mouth.

Trump says he won the 2020 election by a landslide?
– “He has secret proof.”

Trump claims windmills cause cancer?
– “He’s seen classified data.”

Trump accuses dead people of voter fraud or says immigrants are bringing leprosy?
– “He must know something we don’t.”

It’s not just lazy thinking. It’s preloaded obedience. It’s what cult leaders crave — a built-in mechanism to short-circuit skepticism. Why think for yourself when you can just believe your Dear Leader has access to an invisible vault of “truth” that only he’s allowed to see?

This isn’t just intellectual surrender. It’s a religious mindset, dressed up in political clothing. The Trump cult has transformed political discourse into a faith-based loyalty test. Facts don’t matter. Sources don’t matter. Only Trump does. And like any good prophet of nonsense, he doesn’t need to explain himself — he only needs his flock to believe that somewhere, behind closed doors, in a smoky back room at Mar-a-Lago, he has the real story.

In the end, “Trump knows secrets” is a dangerous form of self-brainwashing. It’s the rhetorical version of sticking fingers in your ears and humming. It turns every lie into a mystery, every contradiction into a clue, and every debunked fantasy into gospel.

And if that isn’t the definition of a cult, what is?



Abandon logic



How the Mind Abandons Logic: A Day in Delusion

Yesterday offered a disturbing glimpse into the fragile boundary between reason and belief. Kadizzle, wandering through the small absurdities of daily life, had two encounters that perfectly illustrated how logic can be casually discarded like an old shoe — first with two clean-cut Mormon missionaries, and then with a MAGA loyalist wrapped tightly in the Trump cult. In both cases, the same question haunted the experience: How does the human mind — built for reason, curiosity, and critical thinking — so easily fall into myth, dogma, and delusion?

The two young Mormons were bright-eyed, polite, and earnest. Exactly the kind of young men who, under different circumstances, might be exploring physics, literature, or philosophy. But here they were — in suits, on bikes, carrying the Book of Mormon like it was a scientific textbook. Kadizzle asked if they had ever read Under the Banner of Heaven, Jon Krakauer’s penetrating account of Mormonism's violent origins and the fraudulent career of Joseph Smith. Of course, they hadn’t. They can’t. That book, like so many challenges to faith, is forbidden fruit — too dangerous because it might work. It might pierce the carefully constructed illusion.

The tragedy isn't that these young men are religious — it's that they’ve been taught never to question. Critical thought is the enemy. Doubt is sin. Curiosity is temptation. Their minds have been rewired to protect the myth at all costs, even if that means quarantining logic.

Later in the day, the second encounter: a Trump supporter. Another version of the same psychological trap. Different costume, same performance. This time the sacred text isn't the Book of Mormon, but Trump's endless stream of slogans, conspiracies, and manufactured grievances. The same fierce resistance to contradictory evidence, the same hostility to questioning, the same tribal loyalty to a leader who thrives on myth-making.

What links these two encounters — and so many others in America today — is a cognitive surrender. Somewhere along the way, these individuals gave up on logic. Maybe it was fear, maybe loneliness, maybe the comforting simplicity of believing you have all the answers. Once logic becomes uncomfortable, myth offers sanctuary. And if you're told often enough that questioning is dangerous or disloyal, the very muscle of reason begins to atrophy.

Traditional religion, populist cults, conspiracy theories — they all begin the same way: Step one, abandon logic. It’s not a coincidence. These systems require submission, not understanding. Obedience, not curiosity. They offer a ready-made identity and a community that rewards belief, not evidence.

The brain is an incredible instrument — but it’s also lazy, tribal, and easily hijacked by emotional narratives. When you remove skepticism and replace it with fear, guilt, and groupthink, you no longer have a mind at work. You have a mind under occupation.

The sad part? Most people who fall into these belief systems could have been brilliant skeptics, truth-seekers, or creators. But once they’re caught in the loop — where questions are forbidden and answers are handed down — they stop seeing, stop thinking, and start parroting.

So how does the mind abandon logic? Slowly, then suddenly. It begins with trust in the wrong voice, continues with fear of dissent, and ends with a mind fully colonized by myth.

We should all be asking — not just why people abandon reason, but how to help them recover it. Because until more people snap out of their chosen fairy tales, we’re all living in someone else’s fiction.



Saturday, July 26, 2025

Car Guy

Inside the MAGA Mind: A Day with Car Guy

Tired and bored, Kadizzle spent far too much of the day sparring online with Car Guy, a textbook example of a MAGA cultist. Like many in that crowd, Car Guy can’t handle anything that challenges his worldview. Today’s skirmish revolved around the standard Republican smear campaign in Payson — the one where they falsely accuse Kadizzle of assault.

This nonsense began when Gary Morris started pushing a bogus story based on a case involving a different man with the same name. That didn’t matter to Morris or his followers. Once a lie fits their needs, they run with it.

Kadizzle, never one to back down from a challenge, invited Car Guy to meet in person to discuss the accusation. Predictably, Car Guy wriggled and danced, trying to avoid any real confrontation. First, he claimed he was afraid of being assaulted. Kadizzle offered to meet at neutral locations — the police station or the library. Still, Car Guy balked. Then, thinking he had a clever trap, Car Guy said they could meet at the local Republican shop, assuming Kadizzle wouldn’t dare show up. But Kadizzle didn’t flinch and told him to name the time.

Suddenly, Car Guy had no more excuses.

With nothing better to do, Kadizzle lounged on the porch futon, going back and forth in the absurd charade. Car Guy cycled through every excuse imaginable to avoid a face-to-face. Kadizzle even offered to show him court documents and reports from a detective agency that clearly debunked the smear — but Car Guy wasn't interested in facts. He still refuses to identify himself and clearly knows he can’t defend his lies.

The whole episode felt like a Trump press conference — full of deflection, denial, and theatrical nonsense.

And then comes the truly bizarre part. These MAGA types are outraged over a photo of Kadizzle stuffing $23 down Kevin Cramer’s shirt during a 2017 town hall. Cramer himself said it wasn’t an assault — but that's not good enough for the MAGA echo chamber.

Here’s the kicker: these same people brush off Trump’s 34 felony convictions, his documented sexual assaults, and his incitement of violence at the Capitol. All that is forgivable in their minds. But Kadizzle with a $23 protest stunt? Unforgivable.


Thursday, July 24, 2025

A Note for MAGA liars



Setting the Record Straight: The Truth About the Kevin Cramer Incident and the Lies MAGA Supporters Tell

Michael Quinn, known as “Kadizzle” on his blog, has long been a vocal critic of Donald Trump and the MAGA movement. In response, MAGA supporters have repeatedly dredged up a 2017 incident involving Senator Kevin Cramer to smear Kadizzle’s character. Here’s what really happened — and how the truth has been twisted.

In 2017, Kadizzle attended a town hall hosted by Senator Cramer in Mandan, North Dakota. He came with a list of thoughtful questions, hoping for a real discussion. Before the event began, Kadizzle and Cramer even shared a brief, cordial conversation about Social Security, during which they agreed on adjusting the income cap.

But once the meeting started, it became clear the crowd was stacked with MAGA loyalists lobbing softball questions. Kadizzle, frustrated by the lack of substance and Cramer's evasive answers, occasionally stood up to challenge him. One particularly offensive moment came when someone asked about gun silencers — an absurd diversion from the real issues facing everyday people.

Then, a young woman stood up to ask an emotional question about healthcare for her infant born with severe birth defects. Tearful and nervous, she pleaded with Cramer to support long-term care under the Affordable Care Act. Cramer dodged her question. Kadizzle, outraged, asked how Cramer could support an $800 billion tax break for the rich while denying care to a struggling mother. Someone in the audience shouted, “I don’t mind paying taxes to help her!”

In that moment, Kadizzle acted on impulse. He pulled out $23 and attempted to give it to Cramer, thinking others might do the same to help the woman. Cramer brushed the money away. When Kadizzle tried to slip it into Cramer’s coat pocket, Cramer again refused. Finally, Kadizzle placed the money down Cramer’s shirt collar — a gesture of protest, not aggression. He was promptly removed by the police.

What MAGA supporters won’t tell you is what happened earlier. Before the money incident, a man attempted to physically intimidate Kadizzle by placing a chair directly beside him and then choking him when he stood to speak. That man — not Kadizzle — was thrown out by police. However, when the story went national, media outlets spliced the two incidents together, misleadingly portraying the chokehold as a defense against Kadizzle’s protest.

Years later, Gary Morris — the head of the Republican Party in Payson, Arizona — used the distorted Cramer story in a smear campaign against Kadizzle, who had since become a prominent local advocate for gun control. Morris falsely claimed that Kadizzle was arrested twice for assault in North Dakota. But even Senator Cramer himself said on the Rob Port radio show that he was not assaulted.

Morris went a step further, digging up arrest records for a different man named Michael Quinn in North Dakota and falsely claiming it was the same person who writes this blog. To put the matter to rest, Kadizzle hired a private investigation firm — William T. Butcher and Associates — to conduct a nationwide search. Their report confirmed that this Michael Quinn has never been arrested anywhere in the United States.

Despite the evidence, Morris and other MAGA Republicans continue to spread this false narrative. Why? Because they fear people who speak the truth — and Kadizzle does exactly that.


Let me know if you'd like a shortened version for social media or a more formal one for a press release.

Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Seniors vs Teen Dingers

An Evening Stand for Peace and Quiet at Green Valley Park

Almost every weekday evening, a group of older residents gathers beneath the willow tree at Green Valley Park. It’s a peaceful tradition—a time to swap stories, enjoy the sunset, and appreciate the calm beauty of our town.

Unfortunately, this tranquility is often interrupted. Some younger individuals pass by in loud trucks or revving cars, seemingly going out of their way to disturb the atmosphere. On occasion, the situation escalates with disruptive motorcycle stunts.

Last night, things reached a tipping point. Kadizzle, one of our regulars, approached a young man on a motorcycle who had been making excessive noise. When asked to be more considerate, the rider admitted he was acting out because someone nearby had previously reported him to the police.

As another loud vehicle passed, Kadizzle decided to visit the nearby parking lot where the disruptive group often gathers. He stopped briefly on his own motorcycle to record license plates as a precaution. During this time, a young woman behind him began honking impatiently. After she parked nearby, Kadizzle began photographing her vehicle, prompting her to confront him. When he explained the reason for the documentation, she launched into an aggressive verbal tirade filled with obscenities.

At that moment, several of the seniors from the park came over to support Kadizzle, creating an unexpected but powerful show of community. Interestingly, a group of young men stepped in to defuse the situation. They were respectful and engaged in a civil conversation with the seniors. Eventually, an agreement was reached: the younger group would make an effort to be more respectful of the park’s peaceful environment.

Kadizzle, impressed by their willingness to talk and compromise, even gave the young men money for pizza as a gesture of goodwill. The unified presence of the seniors seemed to make a strong impression. With luck, the experience will lead to a more considerate coexistence between the generations who share our public spaces.



Tuesday, July 22, 2025

There is no use in trying to deal with the dying

There Is No Use in Trying to Deal with the Dying
— A reflection on aging, stiffness, and the quiet surrender to time

There comes a point in life when you stop trying to "fix" getting old. You stop pretending that turmeric, yoga, collagen powder, or whatever the latest podcast is pushing, will somehow reverse the slow grind of time. Your joints are stiff. Your back whispers threats when you bend. Your knees creak like old floorboards. And despite the advice from chirpy health influencers, you realize: there is no use in trying to deal with the dying.

That may sound bleak, but it’s really just honest. Aging isn’t a problem to be solved. It’s a process. One that creeps in quietly, like rust on metal, or a fog over the hills. First, it’s the sore shoulders when you wake. Then it’s the pills for blood pressure. Then it’s forgetting names you used to know without thinking. You try to resist it at first. You stretch. You hydrate. You tell yourself you're just “a little stiff today.”

But one day, you sit down in your favorite chair and realize: this is how it’s going to be from now on.

No miracle cure. No fountain of youth. Just the slow acceptance that your body is returning, inch by inch, to the earth it came from.

This isn’t to say you give up. You still walk. You still laugh. You still enjoy the sunrise and good soup and the warmth of a blanket. But you stop waging war against age. You stop pretending you’re a repair project with an end date. You let the cracks show. You stop saying “I’ll bounce back” and start saying “I’m moving slower now, and that’s okay.”

It’s not about hopelessness—it’s about honesty. There’s a kind of freedom that comes from admitting you're winding down. You’re no longer part of the hustle. You’ve done your time in the grind. You’ve raised kids, built careers, made your mark. Now, it’s your time to just be. Even if “being” means a heating pad, a cane, and a good nap at 2 p.m.

We’re not here forever. No one gets out alive. And no anti-aging cream is going to change that.

So take your pills, stretch if it helps, laugh when you can. But stop trying to outwit the inevitable. You’re not broken. You’re just human. Beautiful, aching, aging human.

There is no use in trying to deal with the dying. There is only living well while you can—and learning to make peace with the slow return to stillness.

Monday, July 21, 2025

Some rain at last

The catchment basin in our backyard filled up in 11 minutes. The rain was welcome, but we need more. The area has been very dry. Winky has been going wild with her planting.  To keep her plants watered we have to have a drip irrigation system. This means small lines run everywhere underground. Pound in a stake and more than likely you hit a line. Now you have a leak to repair. Never ending fun. 

When we first moved into our new home we were in an empty development, but not it has filled in. Fortunately one large patch of land near our backyard will stay empty, but a new home to the East has ruined part of our view. The home is not done yet. The builder made a poor decision and the driveway is steeper than Mount Everest. A fellow down below us built a huge house. The problem is he has two sons. One drives a noisy jeep that is getting on everyone's wires, and the other has a dirt bike that he rides every evening when some quiet would be nice. Such is life. 

Sunday, July 20, 2025

Are the Hoopleheads retreating

 The Hoopleheads in the Trump cult seem to be missing. Not many red hatted idiots in the grocery store, and the gunslingers are nowhere to be seen. Maybe the dolts are beginning to feel Trump has betrayed them. Trump called his own dingers stupid for insisting on the Epstein files, yet the simple minded still love him. 

Now for the good part. The dingers are starting to think Trump is the "deep state". Does it get any better?  Trump stirred up some lies that are backfiring on him. His gang is lying about lies he spread. The Epstein mess has the old Trumpster in super lying mode. Will it work? Usually Trump can lie his way out of anything. Fake news, fake news, it was Biden, the democrats, not me. 

Thursday, July 17, 2025

Excellent turn out today for Highway 87 protest.

 About 80 people showed up to support democratic principles. It was a good turnout, and the police made sure no MAGA smoke dogs came near. Across the highway a MAGA dog has a car dealership. The MAGA dog made one of the horns on his cars go continuously. A young woman who worked for the MAGA car dealer came out with a MAGA sign. One MAGA across the street from 80 normal people told the story very well. A big thanks to the Payson police. No doubt the MAGA dogs will have some sort of show. It seems the MAGA crowd is embarrassed about the sexual predator they support. Even some MAGAs are turning against Trump. He called his own supporters stupid and said he didn't need them. Wow.


Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Water fell from the sky

The nectar of the gods fell last night and our holding pond is full of water. The desert pops when rain hits. Many years ago we were in the Baja and it rained as hard as it had in 100 years. The desert popped and the plants bloomed instantly. Old Kadizzle will never forget the experience. Walking in the desert felt like another planet. Unusual plants that looked like something on Mars were everywhere.  

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Secretary of State

Adrian Fontes Electrifies Donuts with Democrats

Adrian Fontes delivered a powerful and inspiring speech at the Donuts with Democrats gathering, packing the Democratic Headquarters to capacity. When Kadizzle arrived early, he had his doubts. Jeff was already there, dutifully setting up rows of chairs. Kadizzle figured Jeff was being overly optimistic — but he was wrong. The room quickly filled, and by the time Fontes took the stage, it was standing room only.

Arizona’s Secretary of State proved to be a dynamic and engaging speaker, with the kind of presence that makes you believe he could very well be governor one day. His message was simple but compelling, built around ten two-letter words: “If it is to be, it is up to me.” Fontes had the audience repeat the phrase, driving home the urgent need for action.

The takeaway? Democracy doesn’t defend itself. If we want to stop the slide into authoritarianism, we all need to get off the sidelines — and off our asses — and stand up to the creeping Trump dictatorship.


Friday, July 11, 2025

The Childish MAGA mind.



What Is the Mind of a MAGA Like?

It’s a question many thoughtful people find themselves asking: What is going on in the mind of someone deep in the MAGA world? The answer isn’t hard to find—just look at the comments they leave on Facebook posts, particularly those that challenge their worldview. The patterns are remarkably consistent and, frankly, revealing.

First, there’s the humor—or rather, the lack of it. Much of the content relies on juvenile jokes, name-calling, or tired memes that might have gotten a chuckle in a middle school locker room. It’s not that humor itself is a problem—it's that their jokes often aim down, mock the vulnerable, and rely on crude sexual innuendo or cartoonishly exaggerated caricatures. These aren’t efforts to persuade or even engage; they’re just attempts to ridicule and dominate.

Second, the comments are rarely grounded in fact or curiosity. Instead of asking questions or offering well-reasoned counterpoints, many MAGA followers jump straight to deflection, conspiracy, or ad hominem attacks. It's easier, apparently, to call someone a “libtard” or post a Photoshopped image of Joe Biden falling off a bike than to discuss climate change, healthcare, or democracy with any seriousness.

Third, there’s an emotional immaturity that runs through much of the MAGA commentary. You’ll notice a visceral need to “win” arguments—not through logic, but through volume and insult. Any disagreement is treated as an attack. Every discussion is a battlefield. There’s little room for self-reflection, nuance, or empathy. Instead, the world is split into heroes and villains, patriots and traitors.

Lastly, there is an eerie devotion to authoritarianism disguised as patriotism. Many MAGA followers celebrate strength, but only when it comes from “their side.” They claim to defend freedom while cheering for censorship of opposing views. They wrap themselves in the flag, but seem to forget what the Constitution is actually about.

So what is the mind of a MAGA like? It’s angry, tribal, and frequently unmoored from reality. It finds comfort in simplistic narratives and black-and-white thinking. It’s addicted to grievance, dismissive of complexity, and quick to lash out. It doesn't want a conversation—it wants control.

And while not everyone in that movement is the same, the loudest voices often paint the clearest picture. We should pay attention to what they say—not just to criticize, but to understand the deeper forces at work in our country.



Thursday, July 10, 2025

Back in the Arizona Mountains

The plane landed on the frying pan at Mesa. 118 degrees greeted the Kadizzles as we got off the plane. Reaching Payson the temperature dropped to 102.  That 16 degree difference is why we live in Payson. It rained while we were gone and the desert plants popped. The shade of dessert green is much more dull than Dakota green. Our good friends in North Dakota served us well. No hotel bills for 12 days was wonderful. 

Dina is pulling up stakes in North Dakota and heading to Seattle. North Dakota will lose the best liberal it ever had. North Dakota Republican greed is insane. The state has 14 billion in the bank it refuses to spend. The money's sole purpose is to protect the rich. North Dakota could have the very best of everything, but sharing is not part of the greed dogs mantra. North Dakota should have the best paid teachers, free health care and no homeless, but the Trump rats will not share. The Trump rats all claim to be direct descendants of Jesus. The Republican Jesus is one mean bastard. 

Wednesday, July 09, 2025

Crumbling

Today the Kadizzles return from North Dakota where we visited a lot of old good friends. Age is taking its toll. The old timers are crumbling. People are moving awkwardly, slowly and painfully. Like all old people the discussion is what happened to old Willy or what is the latest doctors visit about. Adjustments come with crumbling. Steps have a whole new meaning when they have become Mount Everest. Oh, and replacements. Yes, new knees, borrowed eyes, shots of lubrication. What fun. Now kids get ready we are moving back to be close to you. Yup, you get to take care of us. We will be your new set of kids. Then the mind goes.  Do I know you? Where am I? Driving, look out. Pills, doctors appointments. What did I do to deserved this? First you let yourself get fat, then you drank too much, and of course lack of exercise. 

Old friend Dave delivers pills to nursing homes. Dave took Kadizzle on his route from the airport to Stanton. It occurred to Kadizzle nursing homes are just well appointed jail cells where the last stages of crumbling occur.  Hope this has all been uplifting. 

Monday, July 07, 2025

Another Day in North Dakota

 Our trail crew friends spent the night with us in Stanton, ND.  We toured the Knife River Indian Village.  Cissie helped build the replica Earth Lodge there. North Dakota is so isolated and peaceful. The nights are dark and quiet. Wildlife is abundant, and the Missouri river is nearby. In the old days we sailed here and often floated the Missouri. North Dakota has many charms, you just have to discover them. 

Sunday, July 06, 2025

Working on the farm

Our old friends in North Dakota let us stay in their spare house.  It is a wonderful home built by an old friend who had amazing talents. The house has some wonderful touches including custom stain glass in the Frank Lloyd Right style. The yard is several acres and Brian has a big job mowing it. Winkie and Kadizzle used to pheasant hunt here and we have many good memories of the hunts. Winkie picked a lot of June berries down by the Knife River. The main house is unique. Brian and his dad aligned the house so the sun would shine in one dormer, and out the other on only one day a year. They used to have a party on the Summer Solstice to celebrate that day. Brian like to heat with wood so he has a pile of huge logs we have been splitting. 

Friday, July 04, 2025

The Deplorables

For entertainment Kadizzle has been interacting with the deplorables. One constant in the communication is the total lack of writing ability the deplorables are cursed with. Reading their comments it seems obvious they are stuck somewhere on the fifth or sixth grade level. The reasoning ability of the MAGA dogs is non existent. It becomes obvious why Trump loves the deplorables. They are easily fooled and manipulated. Low information MAGA minds are ripe picking for Republicans. 

Wednesday, July 02, 2025

Summer in North Dakota

Summers in North Dakota are hard to beat. Nights are cool, days are long, and the temperature is damn near perfect. The good old days when Kadizzle used to wake up on his wonderful sailboat back in a bay. I've got to remember its a fine memory. The quiet, ah the quiet, no dingers in loud trucks, just the birds. Green, the green is pleasant compared to the parched desert. 

We lived in North Dakota for forty years. Not much has changed. Slow, life is slow here. The total lack of people is astounding. North Dakota is the cleanest state in the union. Slumming is not popular here and people keep their property up. 

Western North Dakota has some rolling hills, but the flat East is unbearable. 

Tuesday, July 01, 2025

A different planet

Today Kadizzle awakened on planet North Dakota. So different. No slummers, green, green everywhere. Not a mountain in sight. The Missouri river, and prairie to the horizon. A strange prosperous state with 14 billion in the bank and only 750,000 people. It could be absolute heaven, but it is infested with Republicans in the cult protecting the rich from taxes. So a state that could have free health care, the highest paid teachers, and extremely low taxes does not. Why. The hoarded oil money is for one thing only to make sure the rich are never taxed. That is the goal of the Trump cult, protect the rich from taxes. Enough money is in the bank account to give every man woman and child 17,000 dollars, but no, protect the rich.