Kadizzle meets and talks to some strange people. Sometimes they end up making comments on this blog. The ones who fail to use any identity are kind of a pain, but they are fun to. Some friends comment, and that is nice. However the dingers don't understand this blog. Kadizzle just puts on here whatever happens to come into his mind. Kadizzle does not care if anyone reads this or not. It is just a sort of journal. If you like it fine, if you don't fine. There is no requirement anyone should read this crap (yes most of it is just crap, why deny it). However, the detractors should know one thing, Trump voters cannot possibly insult Kadizzle. If you voted for Trump you have admitted you had a lobotomy. When a two year old says something wrong, who cares, the same applies to a Trump voter. No point in putting a meal before a dog to decide if the food is good. Dogs will eat good food, and bad. Putting words before a Trump mind to judge is about the same thing. A comment from a Trumper is meaningless. Do you ask stupid people for advice, no. Do you ask a Fox News person about reality, no. Children are fun to watch, they see the world differently. Same with Hoopleheads, they are fun to watch, but certainly not to learn from.
Thursday, April 03, 2025
Wednesday, April 02, 2025
In the time of my confession
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, and in every grain of sand
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
And every time I pass that way, I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey, I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness, fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Tuesday, April 01, 2025
Maybe the fire is starting
Sparks seem to be making little flames. Maybe it is false hope, but perhaps America is waking up to the realization we now live in a dictatorship. April 5 will be a good indication if Americans have awakened from their drunken Trump binge. Will people come alive? Younger people seem like they are beginning to realize their future has been stolen by the rich. The climate and economy are crashing. What wakes up Americans? Prices may be the answer, and lack of jobs. When Trump's economy gets going or actually stalls people will find out. Wait, there is a major problem with new factories in the United States. The new factories will be automated and run by A I. Whoops no jobs. One other big problem, people will not have the money to buy anything, the rich took it all.
Monday, March 31, 2025
Republicans gather at the funeral home
Seems appropriate, the Republicans had some sort of organizational meeting at the funeral home. Hopefully they were planning the demise of their party. One thing that bugged Kadizzle was the Republican gunman that showed up. Jeff likes to call the gun on the hip of a dinger a penis compensator. What do you need a gun at a funeral home for?
Protestesters made a good showing and Jeff went one step farther. Republicans often advertise their meetings as open to the public, but the public does not include people who disagree with the Trump dictatorship. Jeff went into the Hooplehead nest and tried to attend. No can do Jeff was told. Kadizzle once had the same experience when the Republicans advertised an open invitation on the radio for a speaker at the funeral home.
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Saturday, March 29, 2025
The dictatorship is in full bloom
Grabbing people off the street and sending them to another country. Sounds just like Hitler. No hearing, no justice, just maybe a tattoo. Wholesale destruction of the country. Meanwhile just have another cup of coffee, and watch some sports. Who cares?
Friday, March 28, 2025
Trump is mentally ill
A report on a recent meeting between Trump and NATO Secretary General Mark Rutte, by a WHITE HOUSE REPORTER, someone who was present in the room quoted below...
Dingers don't have deep thoughts.
Kadizzle is very active politically. In this role it is always going to mean a person will encounter dingers. Gabe is a dinger. These small minded people don't think very deeply about anything. Religion is a good starting point. Religions is just mumbo, jumbo nonsense to suck people in and steal their money, but the dingers love Jesus or whomever. Religion is an old racket. The dingers play the slot machines just like religion, it is a losing proposition.
Since the dingers like Gabe are not capable of deep thought they like lies and simple explanations. Who gives them a ton of both? Of course it is the con man Donald Trump. A normal person can easily see the disaster of appointing idiots to high office, but Gabe and the Hoopleheads cheer the move. Gabe and his ilk fall for it all. Trump says Ukraine started the war with Russia. Such an obvious lie. Does that wake up the simple minded. No, they love it. Trump said he would end the war in 24 hours. Did Gabe notice it didn't happen? Nope.
Gabe has been obsessed with Kadizzle's encounter with the Republicans, and Kevin Cramer, but seem incapable of noticing what Trump has done, or how Cramer and Hoeven support the con man.
Trying to figure how the brain of a dinger like Gabe works is a challenge. Ever wonder how dogs think? You can guess, but no one knows for sure if they experience emotion, or whatever. The same goes for Gabe, you wonder how he comes up with the silly ideas that float in his head full of a sea of ignorance, but somehow it works for Gabe.