Kadizzle has dealt with liars all his life. So have you.
When we moved to Payson, Kadizzle ran headfirst into his very first MAGA super liar: a man named Gary Morris. It started when Kadizzle dared to challenge the local MAGA crowd on gun control. It’s a long story, but that single encounter served as a crash course in the art of the MAGA smear.
Morris immediately hit the internet, scouring every dark corner of the web for dirt. Unfortunately for him—and fortunately for his creative writing—he found Kadizzle’s public dust-up with North Dakota Senator Kevin Cramer. Rather than reporting what actually happened, Morris invented an entire alternate reality, seasoned with a healthy dose of his own salt and pepper.
Morris blasted out the tale that Kadizzle had been arrested twice for assault in North Dakota. It took years to figure out how he concocted that whopper, but the truth was laughable: Morris had dug up the police record of a completely different man who shared Kadizzle’s legal name, lived fourteen miles away, and actually had two assault charges. Gary simply slapped that stranger’s record onto Kadizzle and ran with it. When that bogus claim finally reached a courtroom, Gary’s web of deceit unraveled in front of a judge.
Yet facts never stop a good rumor in Payson. Morris’s fabrications caught fire among the local faithful, parroted by fellow travelers like Michael Heather, Steve Otto, Paul Frommelt, and, most recently, Denise Alexander. Whenever Kadizzle confronted these folks in person to hash out the truth, the script never varied: they immediately shrieked that they were being "assaulted." Both Steve Otto and Gary Morris pulled that stunt in rooms packed with witnesses who could verify not a hand was raised. To their credit, two local MAGA women with genuine self-respect once sat down face-to-face, listened patiently, and heard the real story. But the ringleaders never possess that kind of nerve; they refuse public debate because daylight is fatal to their fictions.
Instead, the local Tea Party apparatus turned character assassination into an industry. Steve Otto and the rest smeared decent, hard-working members of the Payson Town Council just as eagerly as they smeared Kadizzle. For a while, grievance politics ruled the roost. But townspeople eventually grew weary of the theatrics. The voters caught on, showed up at the ballot box, and swept the stooges out of office in favor of honest leadership.
Even in defeat, the playbook hasn't changed. Today, Denise Alexander sits at her keyboard running Gary Morris’s exact scam: dig up an isolated fact, strip out every shred of context, and dress up the leftovers as a scandal. She remains hopelessly fixated on Kadizzle’s time as a judge back in Hazen. Her story changes by the week, yet when challenged to make a simple two-minute phone call to Hazen Town Hall to verify the public record, she refuses. The truth would spoil the fantasy.
Between fabricated restraining orders that blew up in court and relentless calls to local authorities, this crew has weaponized every public mechanism they could find to silence an outspoken critic. But here is the part Denise Alexander, Paul Frommelt, and the rest of the echo chamber will never admit: not a single one of their fabrications has ever survived legal scrutiny. Not one.
A smear can sprint around town while the truth is still pulling on its boots, but in the end, paper trails and public records don't lie. Gary Morris tried to bury Kadizzle under an avalanche of manufactured fiction, and all it bought him was a disgraced exit and an empty reputation. Denise and Paul are welcome to keep peddling the same worn-out script, but the ending never changes. The noise always fades, the courts always demand evidence, and Kadizzle is still standing right here—telling the truth.
