Where are the hats?

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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.

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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.

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.

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. 

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 Stooges—Steve 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.

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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. 

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.