Rampant Insanity

It is sad when the brain dies.  Kadizzle's brain is dying.  Arriving home we squeezed the new truck in the garage.  With only inches to spare it fit. That is good news. Now, what may turn out to be incredibly bad news.  The new truck my sit so high the Earth Module will not be able to hook up to it properly.  Like all our recent decisions this is part of the cascade decision process. One bad mistake leads to the next.  At this point the conclusion is we never should have sold our home.  Selling the house lead to buying a bigger truck.  If the truck is too big we will now have to buy a bigger camper.  That will severely eat into the money from the home and change the budget if we buy a new home. If the economy crashes like Trump would wish we will be living under a bridge with a new camper or maybe in a tent.  Winky has been at her wit's end with this mess and Kadizzle is about to join her in the need for medication.  Like putting off an execution Kadizzle is sitting here typing when he should be out seeing if the truck will haul the camper. 

Kadizzle got the notion to try to figure out the numbers concerning what we actually paid for the new truck.  Going through the cost of the new truck and what we actually paid was like watching a card trick done with numbers.  You add some here take off some there, call some numbers one thing, then call them something else add them in here and take them off there.  At the dealer they keep you confused, and frazzled and dazzled.  In the end it turns out to be the same old traditional tricks dressed up in new cloths.  The most magic number for any dealer is your trade in.  That number can be massaged to make it anything they want.  Kadizzle figures they are going to make two or three thousand out of your trade.  That is something you did to yourself.  You could have sold the thing outright, but it was too much hassle.  You pay dearly for that convince. Next they hit you for tinted windows, and some other mystery stuff, probably spraying a protective layer in the bed.  When the dust settles you can convince yourself you paid a choice of about three figures.  It is like getting an arm of leg amputated.  In the end you lost an arm or leg.  If they cut it off in pieces or all at once you still lost and arm or leg.  Now Kadizzle is going to get dressed and get the courage to see if this truck can fit under this trailer.  If you hear a loud gunshot that will mean it did not fit.  If Kadizzle does not have the courage to pull the trigger Trump and his gang will need to get a big stimulus check here quick.  The last time the first checks went out to the dead.  Please Mr Trump, Mr Stable genius send out the next checks to the stupid or crazy first.

Oh, a quick story.  Kadizzle talked to his older brother in hillbilly land.  Tom told Kadizzle he went ot a fourth of July celebration with some Trump hillbillies.  The Trump stump jumpers bought two pickup loads of fireworks which took two hours to ignite.  Tom asked the bubba boys why they spent so much on fireworks.  The answer was " We got them stimulus checks ".   Brilliant.