Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Crumbling like a pro

 Kadizzle is now 77, and it feel like 107. Waking up is like starting an old junker that has sat idle for years. Everything is stiff and sore. The cement in the back has cured, and the ball bearings are worn out everywhere. 

In the middle of the night when sleep is hard to come by Kadizzle often checks the news. The Payson Roundup comes on line at midnight. There it is, a letter by a world renowned liar, Gary Morris. Guess who liar A supports, yes, liar B.  Gary Morris is promoting Trump's attempt to steal the next election. Kadizzle went to court with Morris and won. Morris tried his standard trick of lying under oath, but Gary had the misfortune of a unfriendly judge. His old buddy the judge that he helped elect was not in the court room to protect him. Instead it was a clean judge from Scottsdale. The case centered on the fact Gary Morris is a pathological liar. What a coincidence Morris loves Trump. The Scottsdale judge saw right through Gary Morris lying. After losing the case Morris resigned as head of the local Republican Party. 

Thursday, March 19, 2026

Amazing Hearings

On youtube you can watch Trump's idiots in action. The people Trump has chosen to help him destroy the country are the worst possible candidates. To replace Christie Noem, Trump looked hard to find an equal idiot. The new idiot thinks dueling is still legal and appropriate for settling disagreements.  

Monday, March 16, 2026

The Train is coming down the track

 You can dance, you can sing, you can do anything, but the train is coming down the track, just try stopping it. In Payson the old goats think they can prevent the future. It is futile. The rain will come and the wind will blow some will die in the winter snow. Who owns the future? The young own the future, but unfortunately the old have given them a future full of problems, and catastrophes. The very basics of life are in jeapordy, the air, the water, and the atmosphere that protects us from the sun. Humans have two basic choices, ignore the future or prepare for it. Climate change is real, so let's ignore it. Society is going to change, but let's ignore it. Dictatorships are on the horizon, but let's ignore it. Greed is destroying our economy, but let's ignore it. Disease has become more of a threat, but let's ignore it. Your car is overheating, and the tires need air. Maybe we can make it home. What has worked in the past may not work in the future, something changed. Who do you want to address the future, old people who don't have a future, or young people who will own it. That is Payson in 2026. Are you going to put this town in the hands of the people who brought us this mess, or are you going to let the owners of the future lead us there?

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Don't Vote for This Goat

The Tea Party goats will be the ruination of Payson. Steve Otto is the mayor of Payson, and if he is not outsted the town will be set back by years. The goats have already destroyed all hope for a new pool. Instead they want to put duct tape on the old pool and declare it a success. Otto is the leader of the three stooges. Otto, Bell, and Ferris. Those three councilmen only answer to the backward Tea Party. Just like Trump ruination is their goal. If normal citizens vote we can rid the town of these vermin. 
 

The Bumwalkers

Who Has Trump Stomped the Hardest?

When Trump stomps around chasing another dollar, it isn’t the billionaires who feel the boot. The people who get flattened are always the ones at the bottom.

Every town has them. Payson does too. I call them the bumwalkers.

You see them drifting through town—some on bicycles, some pushing a cart, some just wandering on foot. The bumwalkers keep moving because they are busted flat and always think the next corner might be better than the last one. Maybe down the road there will be luck, a job, a break, something. But somehow the road never seems to get them there.

Bad decisions have been their lifelong business model.

Just one rung up from the bumwalkers are the trailer-park Tea Party patriots. Another group that never quite managed to put things together, but they have discovered something powerful: anger.

Trump sells that anger very well. He sells them Bibles with his name on them. He sells them hats. He sells them flags. Mostly he sells them hate wrapped in distorted hope.

And they buy it.

Meanwhile, when oil prices jump and groceries go up, who gets crushed the hardest?

Not the billionaires.

Not Trump.

It’s the people at the very bottom—the same people cheering the loudest at the rallies.

Trump didn’t stomp on the rich.

He stomped on his own customers.



Friday, March 13, 2026

Did he forget to mess something up?

 Our hero Donald Trump with the golden touch. Trump has destroyed the White House, Climate change progress, energy advancements, and the lives of teenagers. Did he miss anything? Trump picked the most incompetent idiots to run his cabinet. The secretary of health sniffing cocaine off of toilet seats set the standard. Then you have Bondi, and Noam wild bitches lying faster than Trump. 

Thursday, March 12, 2026

Will the Goats win?

 Payson is at a crossroads. Will Payson become a nursing home for 16,000 people, or will Payson take advantage of its location and water supply to become a standout community in Arizona? Do the citizens of Payson want the cheapest way to wait for the hearse, or do they want to prosper and live in a community that values the young and old alike? Fortunately some young people with a vision of the future that does not include wheel chairs and cains have stepped up to oust the Ayatolah regime that wants to take us backward. You can vote for change or rot from within. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Hooplehead regret

 Being simple minded used to be fun. You could drive around town with a couple of flags on the back of your pickup and show people you were an idiot. Now the price of gas has put that out of reach. You could wear your gun to the grocery store, and flaunt your Trump hat. Now people know what an idiot looks like. He made America great? Being an idiot is just too expensive now. 

Monday, March 09, 2026

Hammered

 The retirement saving are blasted. Never lost so much in such a short time. Well Kadizzle can make up for the loss with the savings in gasoling. Wait, that went to hell to. Even the worst MAGA dolt may wake up. One thing a MAGA dolt can focus on is gas prices. Gas prices work for MAGA brains because only three numbers are involved. MAGAs don't notice when Trump steals a billion, but when he tacks on 50 cents to gas that is easy to figure out. 

Saturday, March 07, 2026

 I didn't complete high school because my dad told me " Education just confuses people".  I have a good job at Home Depot, and I have saved enough to make payments on my truck. It's not an ordinary truck, it is a truck any true American would be proud of. I have the hood painted to look like an American flag. The flags on the back let everyone know my politics. In the glove compartment is my gun, and if anyone objects to me rolling coal out the exhaust f**k around and find out. No one who sees my cowboy hat and belt buckle is going to question my manhood. The women love me. My girlfriend has a good job at the vape shop, and our trailer is brand new. Anyone would be jealous of the 86 inch tv we watch Fox News on. 

Wednesday, March 04, 2026

Where are the hats?



For a while it seemed like every third person in town was wearing one of those silly Trump hats. You couldn’t walk into a grocery store without seeing a red cap bobbing down the aisle like a warning flag for common sense.

But lately something strange has happened. The hats are disappearing.

Where did they go?

Are the Hoopleheads embarrassed now? Confused? Or just quietly trying to pretend they were never part of the circus in the first place?

And what about the gunslingers? Not long ago some folks felt the need to parade around the grocery store like extras in a low-budget western. These days the pistols aren’t quite as visible. Maybe the urge to cosplay as Wyatt Earp while buying milk has finally worn off.

The stickers and flags are fading too. Fewer pickup trucks screaming political slogans. Fewer yards decorated like campaign headquarters.

So what happened?

Did reality finally seep in? Did the spell break? Or are some of the most brick-headed dolts in the country finally waking up and realizing they’ve been played?

It’s hard to say.

But one thing is certain: the noise has gotten a little quieter. And when the noise dies down, sometimes that means people are starting to think.

Which, around here, would be a refreshing change.



Tuesday, March 03, 2026

Up in the Morning

 Old Kadizzle slept pretty well last night, so he got up about 5 A.M. Oh, what a wonderful world. Who will we bomb today? Maybe some school girls like the ones Trump likes to rape. A very strange world. Kadizzle did some math this morning. .0002% of the population owns 32 % of everything in our wonderful country. That knowledge inspired Kadizzle to write today's blog over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog.  https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

The Payson Roundup post the new letters to the editor early in the morning on Tuesdays. The first thing Kadizzle did was read the letters. Of course the dolts, or Hoopleheads had a few things to write about. One that struck Kadizzle was a Hoopleheae praising the Tea Party Mayor for putting LED lights on main street. Wow, the lights can be made to change color. What an accomplishment. 

Some good news, the town is plagued with the Three Stooges, and the Tea Party mentality, but some good normal people have stepped up to run the stooges out of town hall. Hopefully it will happen.

Monday, March 02, 2026

Ordinary people cannot afford Justice

Justice for Trump — Scraps for the Rest of Us

The American legal system works beautifully if your name is Donald Trump. It bends, twists, delays, and performs acrobatics worthy of Cirque du Soleil. But try using that same system as an ordinary citizen — say, someone like Kadizzle — and suddenly justice becomes a luxury item, priced somewhere between a used car and a beachfront condo.

Kadizzle is filing a federal civil rights claim against the Town of Payson. You would think this is exactly what the courts are for: holding government accountable when it abuses its authority. The most common reaction he gets?

“Good luck.”

And honestly, that’s about right.

Because in Arizona, if you aren’t bleeding, missing limbs, or wrapped around a telephone pole, lawyers want nothing to do with you. There’s no shortage of ambulance chasers, but every single one Kadizzle contacted started with the same question:

“Was anyone hurt?”

Translation:
If they can’t pocket a million, they’re not interested.

On the rare chance they are interested, the going rate is a mere $300–$400 an hour. That’s just to breathe in their general direction.

Over a year ago, Kadizzle was accidentally referred to one of the top civil rights attorneys in the nation. Winning wasn’t the problem — the price tag was. A “cheap” win? $7,500.
A deluxe, fully-loaded, courtroom victory? $75,000.

Imagine needing a mortgage just to get your rights back.

So what do you do when the system is engineered to keep ordinary people out?

You do it yourself.

Kadizzle will be representing Kadizzle — one man against a wall of insurance-company shysters and municipal defense specialists paid very handsomely to crush inconvenient lawsuits. It will be an adventure, or a circus, or both.

And just to get through the courthouse door? Six hundred bucks.
That’s the entry fee for justice in America.

Let’s not kid ourselves:
Justice is not for poor people.
It is not even for regular people.
But it works just fine for Trump — the same system that tied itself in knots to protect a man who bragged about grabbing women like property and has been accused of things far worse.

So yes, Kadizzle will fight.
But the truth is bigger than one case:

America has a two-tiered justice system — one for the rich, and one for the rest of us.

Saturday, February 28, 2026

Keep your eyes on the Road

 Payson has a Hooplehead infestation. How did it happen? The normal people did not realize there was an infestation. So what happened. The group infected with brain weavils took over. The Tea Party gang is just about to take over Payson unless normal people awaken. The Three Stooges sponsored by the Tea Party are the termites eating the foundation of Payson. Who do the Threes Stooges represent? The Tea Party caters to those who are busted flat living in a trailer park. These people don't want to take responsibility for the mess they are in, so they thrive on paranoid nonsense. The Stooges know how to play to this group. Guns, flags, false stories are the drugs the Tea Party thrives on. If normal people let the next election go unnoticed Payson is doomed. 

Sunday, February 22, 2026

Hope Springs Eternal

Time to Flush the Rodents Out of Payson

It’s no secret: under the direction of the local Tea Party cabal, three political rodents have been gnawing away at Payson. Around town they’re known as the Three StoogesSteve Otto (Mayor), Jim Ferris, and Charlie Bell—loyal lickspittles to the far-right fantasy machine.

The Tea Party in Payson doesn’t hold meetings; they hold imagination sessions where Trump is recast as a king, a genius, and occasionally the Second Coming. This delusion-pipeline flows straight into the minds of local Hoopleheads and their elected mascots like Eli Crane, who peddle paranoia as if it were patriotism.

Their recipe is always the same:
Hate. Fear. Delusion.
The essential ingredients of a full-strength Tea Party stupor.

But here’s the good news:

Decent, sane, community-minded people have stepped forward to run against the rodents.
The opportunity for change is real. The moment is now.

If you’re tired of watching these burrowing bandits chew through Payson’s future, if you’re ready to reclaim your town from the fantasy-drunk ideologues—then it’s time to wake up, stand up, and help clean house.

Vote the rodents back into their holes.
Payson deserves better.



Saturday, February 21, 2026

Down at the Donut Hall

 Today is Saturday, the day good people fight the Trump dictatorship. Will the serfs rise up. Can donuts do the trick? The crowd is growing at Democratic Headquarters, but then Payson has the Tea Party virus. The breaking point for Payson is coming in the next election. If people sit on their ass and let the Three Stooges take over, Payson is toast. The stooges represent nothing but a march backwards to appease the Hoopleheads at the Tea Party. 

Check out the blog today on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity. More commonly known as Not the board of Peace.  

Trump is more insane every day, and the Hooples are drunk on delusion. 

Friday, February 20, 2026

Snow on the road


 Not much snow falls in Payson, but it is here, and we have to go to Flagstaff. Winky is worried. She has a doctor appointment. The AZ weather sources for road conditions only list the big roads, and from Payson to Flagstaff is just an old wagon train route. Meanwhile Winky just fed the humming birds they have to eat. 

The old Trumpster is itching to start a war with Iran. The master thief wants people to have a new topic, Epstein doesn't sit well with the pedophile in chief. Meanwhile the insane rat is destroying the Whitehouse. Kadizzle doesn't mind Trump branding. We use Trump toilet paper. It is pricey but it has his picture on it and it feels so go to make Trump do something useful.

Sunday, February 15, 2026

The vigilante man



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Kadizzle, Ry Cooder, and the Vigilante Man

Kadizzle has officially become an extreme Ry Cooder fan.

There are musicians you admire. There are musicians you respect. And then there are musicians whose songs crawl inside your head and refuse to leave. Cooder has a way of doing that.

One song in particular has been haunting Kadizzle lately: Jesus and Woody.

It’s not loud. It’s not flashy. It doesn’t scream. It simply observes. And in observing, it cuts.

There’s a line in the song that refers to Trump as a “vigilante man.” That phrase stuck with me. I had to look up the word vigilante to make sure I was using it correctly.

A vigilante is someone who takes the law into his own hands because he believes the law is inadequate. He believes the system is too slow, too weak, too compromised — so he substitutes himself for it.

Sound familiar?

Trump operates from the premise that he is the law. If he doesn’t like a court ruling, it’s corrupt. If he doesn’t like an election result, it’s rigged. If he doesn’t like a prosecutor, it’s political. If he doesn’t like the Constitution, it’s inconvenient.

A vigilante man believes his instincts outrank institutions.

That’s the danger.

In a functioning republic, no one gets to appoint himself judge, jury, and executioner. The rule of law depends on something very unfashionable these days: restraint. It depends on process. It depends on accepting outcomes you don’t personally prefer.

The vigilante mindset rejects all that.

It says:
I know better.
I alone can fix it.
Rules are for other people.

Ry Cooder didn’t have to shout to make his point. He just laid it down in a song. Music has a way of distilling truth into a few simple lines that a thousand political speeches can’t match.

Kadizzle keeps replaying that phrase — “vigilante man.” The more I think about it, the more it fits. Not because it’s dramatic. Not because it’s partisan. But because it describes a worldview.

When a leader starts believing he stands above the law instead of beneath it, the country doesn’t become stronger. It becomes fragile.

That’s why the song lingers.

Sometimes it takes a guitar and a quiet voice to explain what cable news never quite can.

Kadizzle will keep listening.

And thinking.

Thursday, February 12, 2026

The rattlesnake bit the dog

Winky warned old Kadizzle about walking in the brush. Apparently a dog was bitten by a rattlesnake yesterday. We are sitting in the Earth Module in an area with plenty of snakes. The snake feared the most is in the White House. Yesterday we rode our bikes to a eating place in the land of the rich. Kadizzle has always been astounded by the real segregation in this country. Enclaves of those reeking with money are hidden all over the country. No, crime, no filth, and none of the worries of the slummers. It works well. Those abused never see where all the spoils of oppression end up. Trump never pushed a lawn mower in his life. In the enclave immangrants are the slaves pruning the shrubbery. Pretend we live in a classless society. The reality is nothing has changed. One group walks off with all the goodies, and everyone left behind doesn't notice or dreams they will hit the jackpot. Welcome to America 2026. May god bless Trump with cancer of the bunghole. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Bike Wheels will turn

 The bike wheels will turn.  The Kadizzles have made it to McDowel Mountain Park to ride bikes for a couple of days. Trails here are excellent and there are hundreds of miles. The sun is just now coming over the four peaks. You can almost see it move. Our phones are providing internet, and the internet slows down as people awaken. Kadizzle has his new super duper ebike and it will be a pleasure to have more power on the new bike. Have to dream up some topic for the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog. 

Monday, February 09, 2026

The people who host us

 Here we sit in a wonder site at our friends home right on the Catalina mountains. Does it get any better? Sometimes. We have some wonderful friends with wonderful homes, but the real treat is the cooking, and good company. 

Thursday, February 05, 2026

Vote for The Tea Party and Hitler comes free

 Don't ever forget, Hitler was elected. Payson is gradually being taken over by the local Nazi faction, you know the guys who go to the fantasy land of Tea Party meetings. The three Stooges, Otto, Bell, and Ferris bathe in the glory of stupidity. Attend a town hall meeting and just listen to these guys bloviate. The best one ever was when Ferris tried to withhold funds from the library because it promoted pornography. These scoundrels would wear Trump mask and shoot people in the back just to bag a terrorist. Nothing appeases the Tea Party in Payson more than a good paranoid fantasy. Otto and his gang ran on the theme the last council was crooked and they would root out the deep state. Once elected they turned over every rock and found nothing. Next, they took the 1% tax the last council instituted, and they promised to remove, and used it to their own glory. Do we want a town run for the benifit of the broke guys living on social security in a run down moble home. If the Tea Party gang is the only group that votes, the I guess you get what you vote for. 

Wednesday, February 04, 2026

When the Nazis get me

Kadizzle lives in a little MAGA town — a place so deep in the conservative echo chamber it makes our old Republican farm town in North Dakota look like a monastery of honesty. And that’s saying something, because the North Dakota crowd could be crafty and crooked when they wanted to be. But they never perfected the industrial-scale lying and reality-twisting that the Payson Tea Party brigade has turned into an art form.

Payson has its own propaganda mill: KMOG radio, a station that would make Hitler nod in admiration. Their morning ringmaster, Kenny Murphy, presides over the daily ritual — open with a pious prayer, then unleash a flood of grievance, fantasy, and political fairy tales so thick you’d need hip waders to get through it.

Every washed-up politician scraped off the bottom of Trump’s shoe seems to find a microphone at KMOG, eager to retell the gospel of The Big Lie. And our mayor, Steve Otto, happily pays the station to help him spin alternate realities over the airwaves.  The new town manager has already caught on: if you want Tea Party approval in this town, you’d better support the local Ministry of Truth and call it “community outreach.” The town manager has dipped into the town budget to help KMOG along.

Kadizzle has seen it all up close. Years ago, the former local GOP chair, Gary Morris, showed how easily truth can be bent, folded, or tossed aside in a courtroom when party loyalty is on the line. And the mini-MAGA faithful here? They aspire to be just like their idol. They imitate Trump’s swagger, his contempt for facts, and his talent for bulldozing the truth as if it were a sport.

Welcome to Payson — where the hats are red, the lies are loud, and reality is whatever the loudest man on the radio says it is.



Tuesday, February 03, 2026

Brother Tom went on to the next game

Remembering Tom

Tom was the second oldest in a family of nine. Kadizzle came in at number seven, which put a good stretch of years between us. I used to joke that Tom was the only one out of nine who never finished college—but he was also the one who built a thriving business from nothing. Mountaineer Excavating rose out of Tom’s stubborn determination and long days servicing the coal mines in the Ohio Valley. Today his son Kevin, armed with an engineering degree, runs the company, shifting its focus to the region’s natural-gas boom. The legacy Tom started keeps rolling on.

Tom’s generosity was legendary. He didn’t just help the community—he helped all of us siblings in ways too many to count. When I was a broke college kid, Tom simply handed me a car. That was just Tom.

I remember the early days when he was driving his own rig, hauling steel and frozen goods across steep mountain terrain. I went along on several trips. One run I’ll never forget—though I somehow managed to sleep through the exciting part.

Tom’s truck lost its brakes barreling down a mountain grade. I was in the sleeper, dead to the world. By the time I woke up, we were gliding into a small town at the bottom. Half asleep, I said, “Tom… that’s a red light, and you’re going right through it.”

Tom, calm as a man ordering a cheeseburger, just said, “I know. I don’t have any brakes.”

That was Tom. Unshakeable. Capable. Quietly steering disaster into something manageable.

The stories about him are endless. I could write pages and still barely scratch the surface. Tom was unique—he played the hand he was dealt and played it well. And it worked.


Friday, January 30, 2026

A mouth full of scripture and a heart full of hate



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The Three Stooges of Sanctimony, Otto, Bell, and Ferris

There they are—the three stooges with mouths full of scripture and hearts full of hate.
Just like Kenny Murphy over at KMOG, they know the choreography by heart:

  1. Open with a prayer.

  2. Wrap themselves in the Bible.

  3. Salute the flag like it’s a magic talisman.

  4. Then dive head-first into full-throttle Trump lunacy.

It’s a practiced hypocrisy—smooth, polished, and absolutely shameless. They can quote Corinthians by breakfast and spew conspiracy theories by lunch. Their holy trinity is Fox News, Trumpism, and weaponized ignorance.

Hypocrisy by the Barrel

These folks would deprive kids of a livable future if it meant currying favor with the local Tea Party choir. Kenny, bless his heart, would probably sell his own grandmother into slavery rather than face the reality of what the Republican Party has turned this country into.

Truth, to this crowd, isn’t a value—
it’s an obstacle.

They twist it, bend it, crush it, and when it finally snaps, they plant lies where the truth used to grow. And like weeds, those lies spread. Fast.

God, Guns, and the Grand Delusion

Invoke God?
Check.

Wave the flag?
Check.

Practice a single principle from either?
Absolutely not.

For this crew, the Bible is a prop and the flag is a costume. Christianity becomes a marketing scheme, and patriotism gets shrink-wrapped for radio consumption.

Trump taught them the model:
Greed → grievance → self-promotion → chaos.
They followed like apprentices learning from a master con-artist.

Our Local Disciples of Delusion

Here in our corner of Arizona, they worship at the feet of their chosen saints:
Eli Crane and Wendy Rogers—two of the most enthusiastic torch-bearers for the alternative-reality movement.

Nothing these people say has to be true, it just has to be loud.
Stories matter—
the truth doesn’t.

Give them a conspiracy theory and they’ll swallow it whole.
Give them an honest lecture and they’ll run for the exits.

In the End…

This is what happens when a political movement trades integrity for identity, faith for fury, and country for cult. It becomes a show—loud, angry, and disconnected from reality.

And like all bad shows, it needs three things to stay alive:

  • A villain

  • A script

  • And a cheering section too frightened or too stubborn to admit the obvious

Welcome to the Tea Party gospel,
broadcast daily,
right here in the land that used to be sane.


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Ebike nirvana

 Old Kadizzle was about to go on an ebike ride when he found his ebike would not turn on properly. Hoping to get back with the gang and ride Kadizzle went to the bike shop. In a fit of stupidity Kadizzle bought a new ebike. The new bike is better than peanut butter, more power, and a lot of new features. The specialized Evo 3 has a lot of technology built in, and it is a pleasure to ride. However, it is way more bike than Kadizzle is capable of exploiting all the features. The bike is meant for a crazy person to ride down ski slopes in the summer over rocks and trees, with an occasional jump of ten or fifteen feet. The bike actually measures jumps. The bike cost more than the motorcycle.  As they say you only go around once. 

Now to local politics. Over on The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog the subject is the local propaganda station. We need you to call the local Fox News outlet KMOG. Read the blog and find out how you can fight the falsehoods. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Up. Early and trying to find some hope

Kadizzle went nuts and bought himself a new ebike. The old one needs a new on off switch and someone could have an ebike for a bargain price. Our team will once more go on an extensive ebike expedition today.  

Like everyone else Kadizzle is enraged with the Trump Nazis. Please go over to the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog and read about our local Christie Noem, that would be Kenny Murphy. If you want to puke listen to him on KMOG support the killings in Minneapolis. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Pretend like you don't see this


 

Sunday, January 25, 2026

How did we get here

Title: Welcome to the Dictatorship—Please Mind the Lies

Somehow we woke up and discovered we no longer live in a functioning democracy. Federal agents shot two protestors in Minneapolis, and—surprise, surprise—the government assures us they’ll “investigate themselves.” That’s the sort of accountability you expect in a banana republic, not a constitutional democracy.

Then comes Kristi Noem, sprinting to the nearest camera to declare the protestors “terrorists” without a shred of evidence. Not one fact—just a reflexive lie to serve her strongman.

And, as reliably as thunder follows lightning, Trump—now functioning less like a president and more like an autocratic ruler—echoes her lie. Truth has become irrelevant. Evidence is irrelevant. What matters is loyalty to the Leader.

We’re no longer living under a system of laws or justice. Trump has taken in $1.5 billion through the most brazen scheme of political bribery in American history—pardons for cash, foreign deals funneled through family members, and influence for sale to anyone with a checkbook. And yet his loyalists cheer him on. No president in history has lied so much, so often, or so shamelessly.

Meanwhile the Republican Party—once a real political party—has become a full-time propaganda machine. Thousands of dedicated, ethical public servants have resigned rather than serve this new dictatorship.

This is not normal. This is not freedom. This is not the America we were promised.
It’s time to say it plainly: the dictatorship has already arrived, and it arrived wrapped in a red tie, a Fox News chyron, and a mountain of lies.



Friday, January 23, 2026

Inga wants us to come together



I ran into Inga the other day, a familiar and well-liked figure among local Republicans. We had a genuinely pleasant conversation. No raised voices, no eye-rolling, no talking past one another. Just two people exchanging views. That part mattered. Talking still matters.

Inga said something that sounds good on its face: we need to come together for the greater good. I don’t disagree with the sentiment. But before we rush into hand-holding and kumbaya, we need to be honest about a few prerequisites. Unity without ground rules isn’t unity—it’s surrender to whoever lies the loudest.

So let’s start with rule number one: tell the truth. Not “your truth,” not a Facebook meme, not a Fox-News-after-dark fantasy. Actual, verifiable facts. If something didn’t happen, stop saying it did. If a claim collapses under even minimal scrutiny, drop it. A shared reality is not optional in a functioning democracy.

Rule number two: open meetings. Republicans, whenever they can, hold closed meetings and exclude Democrats. It happens routinely. Democrats, by contrast, allow anyone to attend, speak, and be heard. That difference is not accidental. Openness is a defining feature of a free society. Closed doors are the first instinct of people who are afraid of questions.

Rule number three: respect facts, even when they’re inconvenient. If someone spins a fairy tale—about elections, libraries, immigrants, schools, or history—let’s call it exactly what it is. A lie. Not “misinformation.” Not “another perspective.” A lie. Pretending otherwise doesn’t promote harmony; it rewards dishonesty.

Coming together does not mean pretending both sides behave the same way. They don’t. It does not mean agreeing to disagree about whether gravity exists. And it certainly doesn’t mean smiling politely while one side dismantles the basic norms that make democracy possible.

I appreciated the conversation with Inga. I appreciate anyone willing to talk instead of shout. But real unity requires more than civility—it requires integrity. If we want the “greater good,” we have to agree on truth, transparency, and facts first. Everything else is just noise.

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

The Earth Module is in service

 Seems like a long time since old Kadizzle sat in the Earth Module drinking coffee. Here we are with our ebikes readly to ride at nine. The Earth Module has all the comforts of home. Winky just made some good eggs for breakfast, the fake fireplace is keeping us warm, and of course we have internet. Would be so nice to awaken without Trump. Someone had a T shirt that said they can't wait for THE BIG BEUATIFUL OBITUARY.  So for now we are stuck with a mentally ill five year old. 

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Remember those guys

 You know who they are, they guys who grew up to be ICE goons. In high school you saw the guys whose minds stalled out. Those guys brains just did not ripen. A hammer, a gun or punching someone was the only solution they ever learned. If you want to be a macho man what better to become than an ICE bully. You get to dress up and carry all sorts of things to attack weaker people. You get to pretend like you are on the right side. Of course you grew up in the might makes right school of thought.  You love the ideas of taking over countries, ignoring facts you don't like, and giving the finger, something your hero has now made part of his dictatorship public relations. If only my old classmates who thought I was a dud could see me now. Those losers that went to college read books and grew up, if they only know how I have become a patriot, a modern day gestopo for America, they would be so jeaulous. I get to carry a gun and shoot people unchallanged. I love it. 

Friday, January 16, 2026

Did You Notice

Did you notice this isn't the country it used to be. President Trump gives people the finger, and it is accepted as normal. Trump lies at the speed of light, who cares. It used to be somewhat honorable men ran the country, now Trump has picked the most despicable unqualified dolts to help him tear the country apart. The rich have purchased the government, and made peasants out of us all, but who cares, the house is warm, there is food in the fridge, and we have plenty of toiler paper. So what if they are now shooting white women. Uppity women are a problem, and we need to put them in their place. Imagine a country where people wear Trump hats announcing they are idiots. Who cares? I got mine, and I don't care if you have nothing, that is what we leaned in Sunday school. 

Now get on over to the National Association for th Advancement Humanity and read about Payson's three stooges. Three lickspittles in service of the local Tea Party. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Windy, but looks like it might be nice

Winky is biking with her friends down near Fountian Hills. Six cups of coffee just for Kadizzle. The script is written for the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity, and Kadizzle urges you to read it. The topic is " There are none so blind as those who refuse to see. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/  

How do you know when you are an old piece of junk? Kadizzle can give you a couple of signs, hearing aids are one sign. To get the main pair renewed Kadizzle needed something to get by with, so yesterday Kadizzle bought a pair of Ipods. They work pretty well as hearing aids and are a hell of a lot cheaper. Setting them up was a struggle. First took a hearing test on the phone. That was the beginning of long struggle to get them to work. For $249 they are a bargain for those who have a hard time hearing. The biggest downside is the appearance. People assume you are listening to music. 

Hoping that herd of eld will show up today. It was so nice to see 25 elk out the bedroom window. Need to get the readership up on the National Association blog. The Payson Roundup butchered the last letter Kadizzle had published. The editor must have been drunk. Words were stuck together. Words were missing. It looked like a five year old try to retype it. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

25 Elk in the backyard.

 Wow, 25 elk in the backyard. Mostly cows and a few young bucks. It is so much fun to see them. Had to chase one away from our plants. If lucky they will bed down nearby. The whole herd is here from Green Valley Park. They seem to eat everything. Attacked the woodpile, the birdfeeder. Love to see them cross the bridge. If ambition comes up will post some pictures. 

Saturday, January 10, 2026

What do American want?


What the Republicans Know (and Democrats Pretend Not to)

Years ago, while traveling with singer Pat Boone and former White House counsel John Dean, Earl Butz was asked why the Republican Party had such trouble attracting Black voters. His answer—later reported by John Dean in Rolling Stone and confirmed by New Times—was as crude as it was revealing:

“I’ll tell you what the coloreds want. It’s three things: first, a tight pussy; second, loose shoes; and third, a warm place to shit.”

It’s an ugly quote. Racist. Dehumanizing. And yet, it has always intrigued Kadizzle—not because it’s true, but because it exposes how Republicans actually think about voters. Strip away the slur and the obscenity, and what remains is the Republican worldview: people are simple creatures, easily managed, easily distracted, and satisfied with comfort, stimulation, and a place to sit quietly while power does what it wants.

That formula didn’t stop with race. Republicans applied it to everyone.

Give Americans a big TV, a six-pack, a fishing boat, and a pickup truck to pull it. Keep gas cheap enough, beer cold enough, and football loud enough, and they won’t notice the house next door is on fire. They won’t care if democracy is collapsing, wages are flat, healthcare is unaffordable, or their kids can’t buy homes. As long as their porch is intact, reality can burn.

Republicans understand this at a molecular level. They know exactly how many Hoopleheads there are, and they know how to talk to them. You sell fear. You sell guns. You sell grievance and conspiracy. You tell a MAGA voter that if they’re busted flat, it’s someone else’s fault—immigrants, liberals, trans kids, city people, professors, journalists, Democrats, anyone but the billionaire picking their pocket.

You sell them a cartoon version of themselves: rugged, wronged, and secretly powerful. A he-man myth where complexity is weakness and thinking is suspect.

Democrats, on the other hand, keep acting shocked—shocked!—by how many people fall for this. They talk policy to people who’ve been trained to distrust thinking. They talk democracy as an abstraction while Republicans tie identity to lifestyle, resentment, and tribe.

Democrats need to figure out how to explain democracy in terms that land. Maybe democracy needs to be tied to fishing: clean water, public land, access that doesn’t get sold off to the highest bidder. Maybe it needs to be tied to the pickup truck itself—roads that aren’t crumbling, wages that actually pay for repairs, healthcare that keeps you on the job instead of bankrupt.

Because Republicans already know the game. They’ve been playing it for decades. They don’t respect voters—but they understand them.

And until Democrats accept that reality, they’ll keep losing to people who are very comfortable selling a six-pack while the country burns.

Friday, January 09, 2026

Up in the Morning

The sun is still tucked behind the Mogollon Rim, a thin layer of snow quiets the morning, and the house is awake long before the town. Kadizzle is up at 5 a.m., coffee in hand, reading about the latest damage being done by the presidential bully. If you’re in the mood for that particular brand of outrage, you can find those thoughts over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog:
https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Closer to home, Payson lost a good man yesterday. Chris Higgins passed away unexpectedly, and the town is poorer for it. Chris stood his ground against the Tea Party Hoopleheads and their steady diet of misinformation. He fought honestly, and he fought hard. Unfortunately, in Payson politics, lies often outpace truth, and for now they’ve won the day.

The result is what we’re left with: Otto, Ferris, and Bell—our own Three Stooges—driving the town backward as fast as the bus will go. It may be wishful thinking, but Kadizzle hopes Chris Higgins’ passing serves as a wake-up call. Maybe it jolts the reasonable people of this town into paying attention. Maybe it reminds them what integrity looks like.

Payson doesn’t have to keep sliding downhill. It can still rise from the ashes this crew is busy creating—if enough people decide they’ve had enough.

Thursday, January 08, 2026

Payson will invade Pine and Strawberry

BREAKING: PAYSON ASSERTS HISTORIC RIGHT TO TOURISTS 🇺🇸🪖

In a bold move reminiscent of very stable genius foreign policy, Town of Payson has announced it has every right to invade Pine and Strawberry to reclaim the tourists that were clearly stolen over the years.

“These tourists belong to Payson,” officials reportedly said. “They may currently be drinking coffee in Pine or hiking in Strawberry, but deep down, they are Payson tourists.”

Rumor has it Steve Otto is amassing armed men on the outskirts of town—mostly guys with tactical vests, leaf blowers, and strong opinions about roundabouts—preparing for a special tourism operation.

The plan, sources say:

  • Swiftly cross the county line

  • Secure gift shops, pie counters, and scenic overlooks

  • Capture local leadership

  • Transport them to Payson for a very fair trial at the community center (right after bingo)

Officials insist this is not an invasion, but a “liberation of misplaced visitors.” Any resistance will be met with stern looks, passive-aggressive press releases, and possibly a strongly worded Facebook post.

When asked about international reaction, town leaders responded:
“Frankly, Pine and Strawberry should be grateful. Payson brings freedom, order, and at least three new committees.”

Stay tuned. The Tourist Defense Force is reportedly standing by, fueled by breakfast burritos and righteous indignation.

🇺🇸 Make Tourism Pay-son Again 🇺🇸

(Satire, folks. Put the pitchforks down.)

Wednesday, January 07, 2026

It made national news, my bridge fell down.

Watching NBC tonight there was a report a bridge fell down in Wheeling, West Virginia. The picture looked familiar. Yes, it was the Washington Avenue bridge we used to play under.  Form our side of the creed we shot huge slingshots over toward the Bandi's house on the other side. The sling shots were made from the fork of a good sized tree, and a bicycle tube was used to propel rocks the size of softballs. Amazing no one was killed in the battles. Under the bridge was a good place to smoke cigarettes, and cigars. Each neighborhood had a gang, and under the bridge was the place of the Washington Avenue gang. Kadizzle was from the Woodsdale gang, but got along with the members of the Washington Avenue gang. 

The Notting Hillbillies "The Next Time Im In Town"

Tuesday, January 06, 2026

Stunned

We now live in a full blown dictatorship. Who cares? Kadizzle has a new pair of shoes and a warm place to shit. So let Trump have a ball room, and if he wants Greenland. The fact that our democracy is toast, just doesn't matter. We have always relied on the rich to feed us, now we need to pay a higher rent to live in the country the rich own.  

Being the king of laziness Kadizzle asked Albert Indigo to rewrite this theme over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog. Albert Indigo is actually AI the new threat to humanity. Albert did a great job and Kadizzle highly recommends you read the AI version. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Monday, January 05, 2026

Going biking

Today we take off for a bike trip. Of course being old goats the trip will be on ebikes. The thought will not leave the mind. We are now in a full blown dictatorship. Who cares, we have iphones, and french fries. Our mentally ill king is having fun stealing countries, and his rich buddies just clap, and sop up the goodies. There are good drug dealers  Trump pardons, and bad ones he kidnaps. Reality has shifted, and exist no more.  

Friday, January 02, 2026

Thursday, January 01, 2026

A rainy day with members of the trail crew

 2026, and what will Trump do to fuck up a one car funeral. Sorry for the expletive, but reading about Trump and the money he has takin in bribes, and shady dealings is astounding. Trump's level of immorality seems like something no one could ignore, yet the MAGAs do. Some old friends we worked with on the trail crew spent the night. It was nice having them and they were treated to a terrific fireworks show last night. Our home is in the perfect spot to view the displays. Everyone on the trail crew has crumbled to the point volunteer work for the Forest Service is over. Trump has decimated public lands by cutting funding. Trump's revenge presidency serves no one but the rich.