My harshest critic

God sent Kadizzle to Earth with several missions.  One important mission was to wipe out the mental disease called Republican.  As part of this mission Kadizzle writes letters to the Bismarck Tribune.  Some are hits, others, or perhaps most are duds.  Kadizzle came up with a brilliant idea.  Have Mrs. Kadizzle read the letters and give her opinion.  Just about everything Kadizzle writes stinks according to the editor.  So it is about time to fire off a missive to the Tribune and each try is getting no where with the editorial board.  The brain is failing so maybe a spin down to the Crazy Club will provide some inspiration. 

Yesterday Kadizzle took the Yamaha out to Stroupini's.  Carlos Stroupini was in the midst of fixing a lawnmower.  Carlos had given up, but Kadizzle got him to give it another try.  Kadizzle was able to fix the starter cord mechanism.  Like all mechanical things do this lawnmower was determined to keep leading us along.  The damn thing started. What a victory for Jeeesus.  Now that it was running we discovered the rusted out of balance blade would not turn.  We got that to work.  Now this is supposed to be a self propelled lawn mower.  Of  course that did not work, so more fooling around.  Take off the wheel.  We need a replacement wheel this one is shot. Down to the local lawnmower junk yard.  Oh, the hell with it.  So today at the meeting Stoupini will be there an Kadizzle can find out if the mower will be melted down or live another day.