Useful idiots

 

When the Lumpers Realize They've Been Duped

In the world of trucking, when a driver arrives at a warehouse, sometimes they need help unloading their truck. Enter the lumpers—day laborers hired to do the heavy lifting, moving boxes from point A to point B. They don’t ask questions; they just follow orders. They are, to put it bluntly, the useful idiots of the logistics world—essential, but disposable.

Now let’s take this metaphor and apply it to politics. For years, the MAGA faithful were the lumpers of Donald Trump’s movement. They believed his promises, followed his commands, and fought his battles. They picked up the heavy political boxes, whether it was storming the Capitol or spreading election lies, only to see their efforts discarded the moment they were no longer useful.

President Elon Musk, the newest disruptor-in-chief, has no use for Trump’s lumpers. Musk is a billionaire with his own playbook, his own agenda, and it doesn’t include pandering to the demands of the MAGA base. In fact, Musk’s disdain for Trump’s base has been palpable. He’s not afraid to call them out, insult their intelligence, or dismiss their grievances. He’s made it clear: the lumpers who thought Trump would fight for them have no place in his new America.

The MAGA Civil War

This rejection has ignited a civil war within MAGA. Trump’s base—the lumpers, the dingers, the Hoopleheads—are realizing that their movement is fractured. Some still cling to Trump, despite his broken promises and endless lies. Others see Musk as a potential savior, a billionaire who could out-Trump Trump. But Musk has no intention of playing that role. He’s not interested in their culture wars or their populist demands. His priorities lie elsewhere: AI dominance, space colonization, and the automation of industries—the very technologies that threaten the jobs and livelihoods of the lumpers themselves.

The Worker Bees Always Get Stung

The sad truth is that the lumpers of MAGA, like worker bees in a hive controlled by queens and drones, always end up on the losing side. They are the backbone of the movement, but they never reap the rewards. They thought Trump would bring back manufacturing, punish the elites, and restore their vision of America. Instead, they got tax cuts for billionaires, a botched pandemic response, and a leader who used their devotion as a shield against accountability.

Now, with Musk at the helm, the lumpers are left out in the cold. Their demands—better wages, healthcare, job security—are nowhere on the agenda. Musk’s America isn’t about lifting up the working class; it’s about advancing the interests of the ultra-rich and the technocrats. The lumpers, who once carried the movement on their shoulders, are realizing they’ve been used, discarded, and replaced.

Lessons for the Future

The MAGA lumpers believed in Trump’s lies because they wanted to believe in something—anything—that promised to make their lives better. But hope, without critical thinking, is a dangerous thing. As the MAGA civil war rages on, perhaps it’s time for the lumpers to put down the boxes and start asking questions. Who truly benefits from their labor, their votes, their loyalty? And how can they build a movement that genuinely serves their interests, rather than the interests of billionaires who see them as nothing more than useful idiots?

The answers won’t come from Trump, Musk, or any other self-styled savior. They’ll have to come from the lumpers themselves—if they’re willing to do the heavy lifting for their own future, not someone else’s.

Did Truck Buddy, and the Bum Walkers migrate?

Temperatures have cooled down in Payson, and the town lacks the flavor of the Bum Walkers, The crazies, and Truck Buddy. Where did they all go?Speculation says they went to a lower elevation. When we lived in North Dakota everyone said " The winters keep the rif raff out". It was true. You could not be a bum in North Dakota in the winter.  

The Bum Walkers add an element to Payson. Pushing carts, riding bikes, or just walking along with a sack , it is like bird watching. As you drive along you see some bums nesting by Walmart begging. My employee for Bum Security stands down by the car wash. Bum Security provides surveillance using bums. A Bum can sit an do nothing better than anyone. If you need someone to keep an eye on things let Bum Security serve your needs. We are unreliable, but cheap. 

The Hoopleheads

  Living Loud and Proud in the Bubble

Imagine wearing a sign that broadcasts your lack of curiosity and critical thinking to the world. Well, it’s easier than you think. Pop on a MAGA hat and perform a victory jig in the cereal aisle. Want to up the ante? Strap on a gun and let it swing on your hip as you saunter through town. Deck your vehicle out with flags and political stickers to complete the ensemble. The message is clear: you’ve embraced a life untethered to nuance.

Living in this self-made echo chamber has its perks, of course. It’s a life of bold certainties and simple pleasures. For $19.95, you can buy into the dream. Hit up the casino, where flashing lights and jangling sounds mask the steady drain on your wallet. Let the cocoon of ignorance shield you from pesky inconveniences like logic and facts.

Season this worldview with a dollop of fervent belief—religious or otherwise—and a generous dash of resentment toward those who see the world differently. Then accessorize: a lifted truck, a smoldering cigarette, maybe a few tattoos for good measure. Don’t forget to crank up the volume, whether it’s from a souped-up motorcycle or a backyard karaoke session. Subtlety is overrated.

And why not? If you’re going to buy into illusions, you might as well go all in. Reality can be a tough pill to swallow, but with enough noise and bravado, it’s easy to drown it out.

Paris, Texas Soundtrack Compilation - Ry Cooder Have some fun watch this

War among the Hoopleheads

When the Cult Fractures: Lessons from Hoopleheads and MAGA Politics

There’s a peculiar dynamic with tightly knit groups that revolve around blind loyalty: they often end up turning on each other. Kadizzle saw this firsthand during his time in Hazen, a small town that underwent a fascinating transformation.

Hazen originally revolved around two main groups—Catholics and Lutherans. But when the energy boom hit, it brought an influx of Baptists. Almost overnight, religious rivalries emerged, and the once-cohesive Baptist community splintered into factions. Churches started popping up like weeds, each staking its claim in the ever-expanding cultural turf wars.

Fast forward to today, and we’re seeing a similar unraveling among the MAGA faithful—the so-called "Hoopleheads." This movement now finds itself divided into two main factions: the wealthy elites and the working-class rednecks.

At the top are the billionaire MAGAs, who have mastered the art of exploiting gullible followers to maintain their wealth and power. Guess who makes up the exploited class? That’s right—your average redneck MAGA voter. This setup was bound to create tension, and it’s now coming to a head.

Trump, the self-proclaimed savior of the working class, promised to uplift his supporters. But along came figures like Elon Musk, who effectively said, “Nope, we need cheap labor.” And so, the Republican Party remains a plantation of sorts, where the laborers willingly vote for their own overseers.

The billionaires demand low wages to maximize profits, while the working-class MAGAs yearn for better jobs and higher pay. This fundamental conflict reveals the absurdity of their alliance. How can a movement thrive when its leaders and followers are at such odds?

History teaches us that when factions within a cult—or a political movement—become irreconcilable, collapse isn’t far behind. What remains to be seen is how long the MAGA Hoopleheads will hold on before the fractures grow too deep to ignore.

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Back from Cottonwood

Fire belly kept Kadizzle awake all night. The anti acid pills could not put the fire out. Sister was having a yard sale and we went to help get the worthless garbage sold. Cottonwood is about 70 miles from Payson. Payson is about two thousand feet higher, which is nice. Cottonwood is an old copper mining town, and Payson was an old lumber town. Both towns have the old Hoopleheads that voted Trump in. Kadizzle feels the mountain town of Payson is better climate wise. On the other hand Cottonwood is close to Sedona and has a nice old down town that is thriving with good places to eat. Both towns are poorly laid out and have grown in a messy fashion. 

Artificial Intelligence will change everything

OK, Stevens, there has been some hellp on this blog by AI. Of course AI does a better job than Kadizzle. You wanted the old style idiocy, so here it is. 2025 will be a year of total insanity. Trump will provide the juice with his insanity, but AI will be the pudding. Now, Kadizzle just had a brain storm. Kadizzle will ask AI to rewrite what you have just read. Lets see what happens.  

AI and the Madness of 2025

Alright, Stevens, let’s be upfront here—AI has lent a helping hand on this blog. It’s no secret that AI does a more polished job than Kadizzle. But if it’s the classic dose of idiocy you’re after, buckle up because here it comes.

2025 is shaping up to be a year of pure, unfiltered insanity. On one hand, we’ll have Trump serving up his usual chaotic energy—enough to keep everyone on edge. On the other hand, AI will be the sweet, strange pudding that ties the madness together.

Here’s the kicker: Kadizzle just had a moment of brilliance (or maybe lunacy). What if AI were asked to rewrite this very post? Let’s find out how that unfolds.

You can see the difference. It took AI less than a second to redo the Kadizzle nonsense. Now how is this going to affect lawyers, doctors, engineers, and so on. It will be a strange ride. Don't forget AI can do a wonderful job of altering photos. Check out the article in the NYT today. 

Unlock the asylum

The looming storm of chaos tied to Trump's influence is inevitable. Like an unstoppable force of nature, it will surely make its presence felt. But what form will this turbulence take?

One can anticipate a calculated strategy of sowing division—stirring up hate and discontent to inflame societal fractures. Policies favoring the wealthy, such as substantial tax breaks, are likely to resurface, further widening the economic gap. Marginalized communities may find themselves in the crosshairs, with blame for failures redirected toward them or other convenient scapegoats.

Meanwhile, any strides made toward environmental protection stand at risk of being systematically dismantled. This destructive agenda may prioritize short-term gain for the few at the cost of long-term harm to the planet and its inhabitants.

As this tide approaches, staying informed and proactive will be key to weathering the storm and advocating for a more just and sustainable future.

Well Christmas is here

 Global warming meant we could play Bocci Ball with out visitors in the Green Valley Park today. Every neighbor has brought us little bags or plates of goodies. The fat is like a growing glacier around Kadizzle's waste. Facetime enable us to enjoy the snoochels ad their presents in New York. Erin and her family are in North Dakota with a cast of thousands at the Bodine compound. They are having fun sledding and ice skating on the river. Maybe one more fie in the backyard today. 

Adolf Trump.

The Art of the Steal: Trump’s Global Ambitions

When it comes to stealing, Donald Trump has proven time and again that he’s no amateur. From swindling college students out of $25 million with Trump University to allegedly eyeing entire countries as his next conquest, Trump has made one thing clear: his ambition knows no bounds.

Sure, $25 million might sound like a lot of money to most of us, but in Trump’s world, that’s just peanuts—a minor scam compared to his broader aspirations. Rumors and musings about acquiring Greenland during his presidency weren’t just idle talk; they were a peek into the mindset of a man who sees the world as a board game he’s determined to win.

And let’s not forget Mexico, Canada, and even Panama—countries that seem to feature prominently in Trump’s fantasies of expansion. But why stop there? Why not go for Russia or China, you big gulumph? Why pick on the little guys when there are bigger fish to fry?

The pattern here is clear: stealing, cheating, and lying are not just Trump’s habits—they’re his strong points. From bankrupt casinos to international politics, Trump has consistently doubled down on his “Art of the Steal.”

But what’s most alarming isn’t just his audacity—it’s the blind loyalty he commands from his followers, who seem willing to cheer him on, no matter the cost.

As we head into another criminal  cycle, we have to ask ourselves: how much more are we willing to let him take? From our democracy to our global standing, there’s a lot more at stake than just dollars and cents—or even entire countries.

So let’s stay vigilant. Because when it comes to Donald Trump, the next big “steal” might be closer than we think.

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Why not take Mexico and Canada?

Vice President Trump Demands Panama Canal Return, President Musk Suggests Moon Colony Instead

In a move as bold as it is baffling, Vice President Donald J. Trump declared yesterday at a rally in Biloxi, Mississippi, that the United States should "take back the Panama Canal."

"We built it, it’s ours! Nobody builds canals like us—they’re saying it’s the best canal, the most tremendous canal in history," Trump exclaimed to a crowd waving MAGA hats that now feature solar panels on the brim (a recent mandate from President Musk’s administration). "The Panamanians? They didn’t even say thank you. It’s a disgrace!"

Of course, the Panama Canal hasn’t been under U.S. control since 1999, thanks to an agreement signed during the Carter administration—but details like history, sovereignty, or international law have never been known to slow Trump’s rhetorical freight train. "We’ll just go down there and take it back. Easy. They won’t even see us coming!" he added, suggesting that perhaps Elon Musk could build a fleet of SpaceX submarines to help with the endeavor.

President Musk: Why Stop at the Canal? Let’s Buy the Moon!

President Musk, overhearing Trump’s remarks during his morning hyperloop ride to the Oval Office, reportedly had an entirely different vision.

“The Panama Canal? That’s old tech,” Musk said in a statement released on X (formerly known as Twitter). “We should be focusing on establishing MoonX—the first fully automated lunar colony powered by Dogecoin.”

While Musk’s grandiose vision dazzled some and bewildered others, his administration’s laissez-faire attitude toward territorial claims has raised eyebrows. After all, this is the same administration that last week proposed turning Greenland into a Mars simulation training ground (complete with Tesla charging stations) and suggested that we "merge" with Canada to streamline maple syrup distribution.

If We're Stealing Things, Why Stop There?

The question on everyone’s mind seems to be: why stop at the Panama Canal? Indeed, Vice President Trump’s logic has inspired a flurry of proposals from his most ardent supporters.

"Why not take Canada? It’s basically ours anyway,” declared a Fox News pundit during last night’s broadcast. "They’ve got the same Walmart brands, and their Prime Minister is basically a low-rent version of a Hallmark movie star. Let’s just annex it already."

Mexico, too, has come under Trump’s crosshairs—though not for the reasons you’d expect. "They’ve got all the tequila, and quite frankly, the best tacos. We take Mexico, we fix Taco Bell. It’ll be huge," Trump said, waving a flag featuring a hybrid eagle-cactus logo he doodled himself.

The World Responds

Unsurprisingly, the international response has been… less enthusiastic. Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau issued a polite but firm statement: “We appreciate the interest, but Canada is not for sale. Besides, it’s winter, and they’d just complain about the snow.”

Mexican President Andrés Manuel López Obrador, meanwhile, laughed off the remarks, suggesting that if Trump wants Mexico, he’d better start learning Spanish. “Good luck translating ‘covfefe’,” he quipped.

As for the Panamanians? They seem content to watch the circus from a distance. “If they want the canal back, they can have it,” said one anonymous diplomat. “But only if they take Trump with them.”

The Future of Geopolitics, Musk-Trump Style

While the rest of the world struggles to keep up, Americans seem divided on the issue. A recent poll found that 45% of voters think the Panama Canal is in Arizona, 30% think we already own Canada, and 15% just want cheaper avocados.

In the end, it’s hard to tell whether these territorial ambitions are the start of a new era in geopolitics or just another episode of the increasingly surreal reality show we call democracy. One thing’s for sure: the next time Vice President Trump gives a speech, you’ll want to bring a map—and possibly a telescope, just in case President Musk shifts focus to Jupiter.

The Glacier of Greed

The Glacier of Greed: A Reflection on President Musk’s Reign

President Elon Musk sits atop a fortune so vast it could alleviate poverty for millions, yet his pursuit of wealth and power seems boundless. Standing beside him, Vice President Donald Trump mirrors the same insatiable greed. Together, they embody a shared mission: securing tax breaks for the ultra-rich at the expense of everyone else.

This dynamic duo thrives on the admiration of their loyal followers—the "Hoopleheads"—who seem to idolize the very ruthlessness that perpetuates their own suffering. History, it seems, is repeating itself. Once, it was kings and castles, with serfs relegated to lives of squalor. Today, it’s billionaires and corporate empires, with the middle and lower classes left to struggle for survival.

As the Musk presidency advances, the creeping glacier of greed looms ever closer. For many, the warning signs were clear, yet the Hoopleheads remained blind to the inevitable consequences. Now, even their enthusiasm wanes as the reality of the situation sinks in. The mood is somber; a collective unease permeates the nation.

But this is not just a national story. Even small towns like Payson, Arizona, are not immune. Our little berg faces its own microcosm of this broader struggle. With three new members on the town council—"dolts" who seem to be taking cues from the Trump playbook—destruction looms on a smaller scale.

Will the Hoopleheads awaken when they are forced to fight for basic necessities? Or will they continue to idolize the very forces that bring them hardship? Only time will tell. But one thing is certain: the glacier of greed spares no one. The question remains—how long before we decide to stop it?

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 How Does Kadizzle Feel About the Current State of Justice?

The intersection of politics and the judiciary is a critical issue, and Kadizzle believes that allowing politics to infiltrate the court system is fatal to democracy. The current Supreme Court, shaped significantly by Trump-era appointments, exemplifies this concern. Honest, logical, and competent judges are fundamental to preserving freedom and democracy. A judge’s most vital role is to uncover and uphold the truth.

Recently, Kadizzle found himself in court, facing off against a local figure known as "The Little Cowboy." This individual, a prominent leader within the Republican Party of Gila County, wielded significant influence in the election of judges. This dynamic posed a major problem, as judges reliant on such political figures for their positions may feel beholden to them. This dependency undermines the impartiality essential for justice.

In Kadizzle’s case, however, a different judge from Scottsdale presided over the proceedings. Unlike the local judge, who appeared to be under The Little Cowboy’s sway, the Scottsdale judge operated without such political pressures. The result? A fair and impartial trial. This stark contrast highlights the critical importance of judicial independence.

At the heart of the case was The Little Cowboy’s persistent dishonesty. The Scottsdale judge recognized and addressed this, ensuring that the truth prevailed. Conversely, the local judge had previously refused to consider evidence of The Little Cowboy’s lies and failed to hold him accountable for falsehoods presented in court.

What does this say about justice? Integrity is the cornerstone of the legal system. When judges uphold the law and prioritize truth over external pressures, the courts can maintain their role as guardians of justice. However, when political or religious influences seep into the judiciary, the entire system is at risk of collapse.

A glaring example of such a failure is the way Trump has exploited the court system to evade accountability. His ability to stay out of jail, despite numerous legal challenges, underscores how political manipulation can corrode the foundations of justice.

For democracy to thrive, the legal system must remain independent, impartial, and committed to truth. Anything less jeopardizes the integrity of the courts and, by extension, the stability of democracy itself.

Riding the Yamaha to glory

Global warming may eventually lead to catastrophic consequences, but occasionally it creates conditions that offer unexpected pleasures. Yesterday, Kadizzle decided to take advantage of one of those moments by firing up his Yamaha XT250—a motorcycle perfectly suited for an older rider. Designed to tackle diverse terrains, this bike is the ultimate companion for exploring remote areas. That said, riding solo requires caution; a misplaced burst of courage can leave you on the ground with the bike on top of you.

Living next to the National Forest has its perks, chief among them the ability to quickly escape onto scenic forest service roads. Kadizzle set off toward Doll Baby Ranch, beginning with about five miles of dirt roads. Once he hit pavement, the real fun began. A pickup truck soon appeared, and an impromptu game of "catch me if you can" unfolded. Kadizzle held his own until the pavement gave way to dirt, at which point the Yamaha effortlessly left the truck trailing in a cloud of dust.

The journey included a crossing of the East Verde River. Despite some hesitation due to a makeshift dam constructed at the crossing point, Kadizzle took the plunge and crossed without incident. The dirt road that followed is not for the faint of heart; it winds along a ridge, offering breathtaking panoramic views. For anyone accustomed to the denser landscapes of the East, the vastness of the West is nothing short of awe-inspiring—a sentiment Kadizzle still feels, even after years of exploration.

As the road climbed toward higher elevations, Kadizzle decided to dismount at a peak for a brief hike to take in the scenery. While enjoying the solitude, he heard the distant hum of a four-wheeler. Soon, a man and his daughter appeared in a buggy, slowly navigating the narrow road. They paused to check on him, concerned after seeing him on foot in such a remote area with no motorcycle in sight. Kadizzle reassured them that all was well and thanked them for their thoughtful outdoor ethics.

The final stretch of the 27-mile journey meandered back toward the East Verde River. From high above, Kadizzle caught glimpses of idyllic swimming holes—hidden gems likely cherished by local adventurers. The dirt road eventually transitioned back to pavement north of Payson, marking the end of a spectacular ride. With clear skies and warm weather as his companions, Kadizzle wrapped up another unforgettable day in the semi-desert wilderness.

Big Bug Shuffle ..

As Trump fills the goverment with lickspittles this song is dedicated to all the incompetent dolts that will help Trump destroy our democracy. Good music non the less

Just Passing Through Listen to the song below

 

Just Passing Through

Old Kadizzle will soon turn 76. The end of the road is in sight, and with it comes a time of reflection. Fifty years ago, Kadizzle walked out of a coal mine in Benwood, West Virginia. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, faint at first, just a tiny glimmer. You walked and walked, and as the light grew brighter, it became the sky outside. That moment—stepping from darkness into light—has always stayed with Kadizzle, a metaphor for the journey that life has become.

From West Virginia to North Dakota and now to Arizona, Kadizzle has walked and walked. The steps have taken him across prairies vast and golden, through winding canyons carved by time, up rugged mountains that tested his resolve, and into deserts that demanded both respect and humility. Each step was a story, each mile a chapter.

But the walking was only part of the journey. Kadizzle has floated, too. There were days on catamarans, when the wind carried him forward, and nights on sailboats, when the stars guided his way. Motorboats roared through rivers, while kayaks and canoes glided over serene waters. Each vessel, each moment on the water, added another dimension to the journey—freedom, exploration, connection.

Yet, as Kadizzle looks back, he knows that was yesterday, and yesterday is gone. The steps, the sails, the paddles—they’re all behind him now. What’s left is today, and even today feels fleeting. Kadizzle is just passing through, like a traveler who knows the road ahead is shorter than the one behind.

There’s a peace in that realization, though. Life was never about reaching a final destination. It was about the journey itself: the coal dust on his hands, the wind in his face, the sun on his back, and the quiet moments of awe and wonder. Each experience, whether on land or water, was a gift.

As the light at the end of this final tunnel grows brighter, Kadizzle finds himself grateful for the path he’s walked and the waters he’s navigated. The prairie, the canyons, the mountains, the deserts—they’ve all left their mark. And now, as he prepares to step into whatever lies beyond, he does so with a heart full of memories and a spirit that knows it’s all been worth it.

Just passing through, Kadizzle smiles. After all, isn’t that what we’re all doing?

Leonard Cohen - Passing Through

The Casino of Health Care

The modern health insurance industry operates under a structure that mirrors the logic of a casino, creating profits by exploiting uncertainty and risk. At their core, both casinos and health insurance companies thrive on the principle that most participants—whether gamblers or policyholders—will lose more than they gain. While casinos provide entertainment, health insurance companies offer no such tangible benefit, acting instead as parasitic intermediaries that inflate costs, obstruct care, and undermine the overall efficiency of health care systems.

The Business Model: Betting Against the Consumer

Casinos and health insurance companies share a foundational similarity: they are built to profit by predicting and managing risk to their own advantage. In a casino, the "house edge" ensures that over time, the establishment will always win more than it pays out. Similarly, health insurance companies calculate premiums, co-pays, and deductibles to collect more money than they will ever spend on claims.

Policyholders are, in effect, placing a bet: they gamble that they will require enough medical care to justify the costs of their insurance premiums. The insurance company, conversely, bets that they will not. This creates an inherent conflict of interest: insurance companies maximize profits not by promoting health but by minimizing payouts, often at the expense of policyholders.

Inflating Costs: A Hidden Tax on Health Care

Health insurance companies, like casinos, do not generate wealth or create intrinsic value. Instead, they extract profits from the system, acting as a parasitic layer that drives up the overall cost of health care. Administrative overhead in the United States accounts for nearly 30% of health care expenditures, much of which can be attributed to the complexities and inefficiencies introduced by the insurance industry.

Every layer of administrative bureaucracy—claims processing, network negotiations, and utilization reviews—comes with a price tag. These costs are passed on to consumers, either in the form of higher premiums or inflated medical bills. The result is a system where patients pay not only for their care but also for the privilege of navigating an opaque and convoluted insurance structure.

Denial of Care: Rigging the Game

Casinos occasionally allow a gambler to win to maintain the illusion of fairness. Health insurance companies similarly approve certain claims to sustain public confidence in the system. However, their profitability depends on denying as much care as possible. Whether through technical loopholes, narrow networks, or pre-authorization requirements, insurance companies routinely deny or delay treatments, leaving patients to shoulder the burden of uncovered costs.

This behavior reveals the starkest contrast between health insurance and legitimate industries: whereas other businesses succeed by delivering goods or services, insurance companies profit most when they provide as little as possible.

The Moral and Economic Toll

Unlike casinos, which cater to voluntary participants, health insurance is a necessity for most people, often mandated by law or economic reality. This necessity gives insurance companies immense power, allowing them to dictate terms, set prices, and influence access to care. The result is a system where millions of people face financial ruin from medical expenses despite being insured, an outcome that is both morally indefensible and economically unsustainable.

Alternatives: Cutting Out the Middleman

The parasitic nature of health insurance companies is not an inevitable feature of health care. Many nations have demonstrated that single-payer systems or other public models can deliver high-quality care at lower costs by eliminating profit-driven intermediaries. These systems prioritize patient outcomes over corporate profits, proving that it is possible to provide universal coverage without the inefficiencies of a casino-like insurance model.

Conclusion

Health insurance companies operate as the casinos of health care, profiting from a rigged game that places policyholders at a perpetual disadvantage. They inflate costs, obstruct care, and contribute nothing of value to the health care system. To build a more equitable and efficient system, society must challenge the dominance of this parasitic industry and explore alternatives that prioritize health over profit.

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The Lickspittles Are Lining Up: A Depressing Display of Shameless Devotion to Trump

Kadizzle woke up today, coffee in hand, to the New York Times—a once reliable refuge of journalism that now often feels like a grim reality show recap. The lead stories were littered with accounts of sycophants flocking to Mar-a-Lago, eager to bend the knee and kiss Trump’s ring. The lickspittles, as Kadizzle calls them, are out in full force, their faces slick with shamelessness, driven by greed and an insatiable hunger for power. Dogs after fresh meat.

This isn’t a new phenomenon, but it feels more grotesque by the day. The sight of billionaires and would-be powerbrokers scrambling for Trump’s favor reeks of something worse than desperation—it’s complicity. These people have wealth beyond imagination, but wealth isn’t enough. Once you have all the money, the next fix is power. Helping the biggest parasite in American politics allows these sycophants to imagine themselves as mini-parasites, feeding off whatever scraps of influence he hands down. They aren’t trying to solve problems, take risks, or build anything meaningful. No—they are lining up like beggars to secure their own slice of corruption.

Yesterday, as Kadizzle roamed the aisles of the local grocery store, there it was: the Trump hat. Sitting proudly atop the head of an old Hooplehead who clearly wanted everyone to know where he stood. “If you are stupid,” Kadizzle thought, “why not make sure everyone knows?” That’s the power of symbolism, after all.

Once upon a time, the American flag represented unity, a shared ideal of freedom and hope. Now, seeing the flag pasted on a truck or flying high in a yard often means something entirely different. It’s code for guns, paranoia, and Trumpism. A symbol that’s been twisted into a weapon of culture war rather than a badge of shared values. It’s not about patriotism anymore—it’s about tribalism.

The question that gnaws at Kadizzle’s mind is this: why can’t any of these people, billionaires and ordinary folks alike, try something difficult for once? Something noble. Something principled. Why does the path of least resistance—the one that leads straight to Mar-a-Lago—always look so tempting to those who should know better? Why do they seek approval from a man who embodies greed, deceit, and the utter absence of moral courage?

Perhaps it’s because standing up for principles takes strength. It takes real risk. And risk, as it turns out, is a bridge too far for the lickspittles of this world. The billionaires could use their influence to build, to heal, to address some of the problems that plague this country—but no. Instead, they crave the approval of a charlatan who makes them feel powerful simply by association. For the average Trump loyalist, it’s the fantasy of belonging to something bigger, of being seen and heard by a man who’s built his empire on illusion.

As Kadizzle drained his coffee, the reality of it all settled like a weight. The lickspittles will keep lining up, the parasites will keep feeding, and the Hoopleheads will keep wearing their hats. The question is, how much further will we let this farce go before standing up—truly standing up—for something better?

Busted Flat in Baton Rouge waiting for the train

 People often don’t pay attention, think critically, or take action unless they’re directly affected by crises — being cold, hungry, or under threat. The Great Depression was the last time the masses experienced widespread hunger and economic despair. Vietnam was the last major event where young men faced death in staggering numbers. Both shook society to its core and sparked transformative change.

We may be approaching a similar turning point. Trump and his cronies are poised to disrupt society to such a degree that something has to give. While the Depression was excruciating, it also had a silver lining: it woke people up to how the wealthy were exploiting them. The resulting outrage drove significant reforms. At one point, communism even seemed like a plausible alternative to counteract the greed of the powerful.

Trump could serve as a similar wake-up call. His policies funnel money to billionaires at an unprecedented rate, cementing inequality and eroding trust in institutions. Why is Trump so cozy with Elon Musk? Why does everything in Trump’s world come down to “pay-to-play”? The audacity of his corruption may force people to finally confront the evils of unchecked greed.

Never in American history have we had such a brazen conman leading the nation. Now, Trump stands to become not just a figurehead but the kingpin of a Mafia-like government. His enforcers are willing, if not particularly competent, tools of his agenda. It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, but it’s one that could eventually backfire in monumental ways.

There’s an old sailor’s term for a steam engine: the "Bulgine." In this analogy, Trump’s actions are the Bulgine, a runaway force that threatens to steamroll our democracy. The question is, will this runaway train wake people up before it’s too late? History suggests that when people finally feel the heat, they fight back.

Let’s hope that, as the Bulgine barrels forward, Americans clear the track, face reality, and demand change. Until then, all we can do is prepare, resist, and hope for a collective awakening.

Check out the video below for a good sea shanty with the Bulgine.

Let the Bulgine Run / Eliza Lee

Insanity can be fun.

 Creating Your Own World: A Guide to Fantasy and Reality

Creating your own world and moving into it can be fun. In fact, most of us do it. The question is: what kind of world are you creating? For many, it's a deeply personal space; for others, it's a shared vision. But no matter how you construct it, the nature of your world has profound implications.

Take, for example, the MAGA fantasy. A significant number of people bought into it and moved right in. They built a worldview rooted in nostalgia and slogans, often overlooking inconvenient truths. And then, there are the so-called "normal" people. But really, are there such things as truly normal people? Kadizzle, an astute observer of humanity, might spot a few, but even they can get lost in their own fantasy realms.

The trick is knowing what is fantasy and what is not. That’s easier said than done, especially in a world flooded with misinformation, personal biases, and echo chambers. When creating your world, aim for something grounded and believable—but not just believable to you. A world that’s believable to only one person can lead to isolation or even danger. Similarly, a world designed to appeal to a specific crowd, like the MAGA movement, might gain followers but often at the expense of truth and shared understanding.

So, how do you build a world that works? Here are a few tips:

1. **Anchor Your World in Reality**

   Start with facts and shared truths. Build your beliefs on a foundation that withstands scrutiny and engages constructively with differing perspectives.

2. **Be Open to Growth**

   Your world doesn’t have to be static. Allow it to evolve as you learn more and gain new experiences. Stubbornness is the enemy of progress.

3. **Invite Others In**

   A world is richer when shared. Invite diverse voices into your space and let their perspectives challenge and refine your vision.

4. **Be Mindful of Who You Sell It To**

   Whether you’re selling your world to yourself, your friends, or a larger community, consider the implications. Will your world promote understanding, cooperation, and growth? Or will it foster division and delusion?

At the end of the day, the world you create reflects who you are. Make it a world worth living in—for you and for those who choose to join you.

Deportee (Plane Crash At Los Gatos) Woody Guthrie

Here we go

The Timeless Allure of the Fire Pit

One of the most delightful features of our backyard is the fire pit. Yesterday, a group of friends gathered around it, sipping wine and tonics, sharing stories, and basking in the glow of the flames. On other days, it’s John, Fred, Bob, and Kadizzle who sit there, enjoying the same simple pleasure. What is it about a fire that captivates us so deeply?

Perhaps the answer lies in our ancient genes. For millennia, fire has symbolized comfort and survival. It’s hard not to wonder: what would it feel like to sit in a circle without the fire? The flickering flames seem to dance in tune with something primal within us. Imagine the thousands of years when fire was not just a source of warmth but a lifeline. Inviting a cold, weary traveler to sit by a fire was more than hospitality; it was an act of humanity. Man and fire are inseparably linked, and that connection has transformed the course of history.

Fire’s impact goes beyond warmth and light. Without fire, there’d be no metal tools, no cooked food, no modern civilization. And here’s an amazing fact: fire may even be the reason our brains are so powerful. Human brains consume a tremendous amount of calories, delivered through the blood. But where does the blood get those calories? The answer is fire. Cooking food unlocks more calories, making it easier for humans to fuel larger, more complex brains. Fire didn’t just change our diets; it changed the very structure of our evolution.

Of course, having a bigger brain doesn’t mean we always use it wisely. After all, we elected Trump. But even as we stumble, the fire remains. It is a symbol of community, and of our enduring connection to the natural world. So next time you’re sitting around a fire, take a moment to appreciate the dancing flames and the countless ways fire has shaped who we are.

Rodeo Politics Metaphor

 

America on the Bull: A Rodeo of Chaos

Picture this: the rodeo. A man sits atop a raging bull, confined in a tight cage. The tension builds as the gate is about to swing open. His goal? To stay on that bull for as long as possible. But inevitably, the rider is thrown off, leaving clowns to distract the beast so the rider can scramble to safety.

Now imagine this as a metaphor for the United States today, with a spotlight on the small town of Payson. Both the country and the town seem overrun with dolts and sycophants, an unflattering reflection of a broader societal decay. It’s as if we’ve all become part of a chaotic spectacle—a bull ride we didn’t sign up for but are forced to endure.

But who’s in the crowd, watching this absurd show with glee? Imagine Vladimir Putin, comfortably seated in Russia, enjoying the unraveling of America. No bombs, no troops, just the clever exploitation of our own weaknesses. It’s a modern playbook for conquest, fueled by hoopleheads, dolts, and their enablers.

A Nation Infected by Stupidity

Our country isn’t battling a conventional virus; it’s grappling with something far more insidious: stupidity. This epidemic has been spread by the Tea Party, the internet, and the Republican Party, with Fox News leading the charge. It’s a simple strategy that has yielded devastating results. Find a pool of uninformed people, feed them lies, and watch as they become drunk on conspiracy theories and disinformation.

Putin didn’t need to invest much. America’s downfall was prepackaged and ready for exploitation. The groundwork was already laid by a media ecosystem eager to profit off outrage and ignorance. The bull was restless, and all it needed was a push.

The Gate Opens: Enter Trump

And then, the gate opened. Out rolled Donald Trump, surrounded by his sycophants and lickspittles, ready to ride the chaos. The crowd roared. In Payson, Payson’s own Steve Otto prepared his local clown show, a microcosm of the larger farce playing out on the national stage.

But the question looms: can the rider stay on the bull? History shows us that no one can hold on indefinitely. The bull always wins. The only variable is how much damage is done before the ride ends.

Will We Survive?

The clowns may be entertaining, but their job is deadly serious. They distract, deflect, and buy time. Yet in this metaphorical rodeo, who are our clowns? Are they the remaining voices of reason? The journalists, activists, and citizens fighting to keep the bull from trampling everything in its path?

America’s fate hangs in the balance. The rider is faltering, the bull is raging, and the crowd is split between those cheering for the chaos and those desperate for order. Survival isn’t guaranteed. But if we’re to stand a chance, it’ll require more than distractions. It’ll take courage, wisdom, and the collective will to wrestle the bull back into its pen.

Health care Fraud, how it works, you lose.

 Are We Really That Gullible?

There’s an uncomfortable truth we need to confront: there’s essentially no difference between the way a health care business operates and the way a casino does. Both systems rely on similar principles of calculated odds to ensure their profitability, often at the expense of the people they serve.

Let’s start with casinos. They thrive because they’ve perfected the math. Slot machines and table games are designed to take a small but consistent percentage of patrons’ money—usually around 12%. The odds are meticulously calculated to ensure the house always wins in the long run. Every spin of the wheel and roll of the dice is engineered to keep the profits flowing.

Now consider health insurance companies. Their position is even stronger. If the odds start to favor the insured—for instance, due to new treatments or unexpected demographic trends—insurance companies can simply adjust premiums, modify coverage, or even deny care outright. Their actuaries have mastered the probabilities of how many people will develop serious illnesses like cancer or suffer a heart attack. Like casinos, they tilt the odds firmly in their favor to guarantee consistent profits.

Here’s the kicker: most developed nations have recognized that private health insurance is little more than a sophisticated racket. They’ve cut out the middleman and shifted to systems where the focus is on delivering care, not siphoning off profits. Why can’t Americans see this? Instead of enriching insurance companies, the money spent on premiums and administrative costs could be used directly to save lives.

The profits of health care corporations are staggering. That money—billions of dollars annually—represents resources that could provide treatments, fund hospitals, and improve public health. Yet we allow this system to persist, funneling wealth into the hands of shareholders instead of investing in the well-being of people.

It’s time to wake up. By eliminating the unnecessary middleman, we could create a fairer, more efficient health care system. Americans deserve better than a health care industry that operates like a casino, stacking the deck against those who need help the most.

A Sad Day

 Yesterday the town of Payson exchanged capable good people for Hoopleheads and dolts. Payson now has a majority of dingers on the town council. Kadizzle attended the transition. The prayer to start the mess was a good indication of the future. Some Christian woman asked God to do everything but take out the garbage. Little did she know the Hooples were bringing in the garbage. The prayer lady went on page after page. No one could hear what she was saying. It is always the same thing, " Give us wisdom".  It never comes. The dolts glory in idiocy. 

Imagine having a first class liar as mayor. That is Steve Otto. Every self respecting sycophant from the Tea Party was there. If you wanted to see the gene pool gone bad, this was your chance. 

When you see a lot of cowboy hats you know the IQ in the room is questionable. Guns and cowboy hats are the markers for the Tea Party. The old west is alive in the new town council. Got a problem? Shoot it or lie about it. 

The Policy for Unknown

If you don't have the courage to put a name with your comment at my discretion I will delete your comment. Even goofy comments can be entertaining, but cowards irritate me.  

Trepidation

Trepidation: A Town’s Turning Point and a Nation’s Crossroads

Trepidation is the word of the day—a fitting descriptor for the storm brewing in our community. Today’s town council meeting marks the beginning of a troubling transition, one that many fear will steer us away from progress and toward disaster. Good people with vision and dedication to the greater good will be swept aside, replaced by small-minded individuals who lack both imagination and leadership. These new decision-makers, their hero being none other than Donald Trump, seem intent on charting a course straight into the rocks.

It’s hard not to feel disheartened as we witness capable and forward-thinking members of our community walking out the door. Their efforts to build a better future for all will soon be undone by those who prioritize ideology over innovation. The three stooges—a trifecta of incompetence elected to power—threaten to pollute the very notion of progress, leaving our town at the mercy of shortsightedness and divisive rhetoric.

And this isn’t just a local issue. In a matter of time, the same scenario is likely to unfold on the national stage. The question looms large: What have we come to as a society when this pattern of regression becomes the norm rather than the exception?

Yet, amidst this frustration and fear, there remains a call to action. No matter how dire the situation appears, good people must rise to the occasion. We cannot afford to retreat into despair; we must fight back for what is right and just. The path forward may be fraught with challenges, but the stakes are too high to stand idly by. Whether at the town level or across the nation, the fight for progress and integrity is far from over.

Today may feel like the beginning of a dark chapter, but let it also serve as a rallying cry. Let us draw strength from one another and remain steadfast in our commitment to the greater good. Together, we can turn the tide and ensure that progress—true, meaningful progress—prevails.

I've come to far to look back

 I've Come Too Far to Look Back

I’ve come too far to look back. I am nearing the home stretch. For hours, Kadizzle sat with his sister, sifting through boxes of old family photos. From my grandfather’s father to snapshots of all the kids, it was a review of 75 years—a kaleidoscope of struggle, joy, and moments that shaped a life. Each photo was a window into a story, a milestone, or a challenge conquered.

But here we are. It’s 2024, and the world feels as tumultuous as ever. An insane president looms on the horizon, and the fight for the soul of the nation seems endless. Yet, the urgency isn’t just for myself. It’s for those kids in the photographs—the next generation of my brothers and sisters. They deserve a world where they can thrive, dream, and leave their own legacies.

Life has been a journey of mountains and valleys, triumphs, and setbacks. Kadizzle has walked them all. There were times when the path seemed insurmountable, when the shadows loomed too large, and the light too faint. But through it all, I’ve kept moving forward.

Looking back now isn’t an option—not because the past doesn’t matter, but because there is still so much to do. The clock is ticking, and the stakes are too high to linger on what’s already behind. Every step I’ve taken has been in preparation for what lies ahead. Each lesson learned, each scar earned, has strengthened me for the battles to come.

I think about the kids again—their wide eyes filled with hope and the limitless potential they carry. My story is a part of theirs, and their future is the beacon that keeps me going. This isn’t just my journey anymore; it’s a collective march toward something better.

Yes, the home stretch is in sight. The finish line isn’t far, but the race isn’t over. The battle never truly ends; it only evolves. I’ve come too far to look back, and I’ll keep moving forward—not just for myself but for those who will carry the torch when I’m gone.

A new day awaits Kadizzle. The dawn promises its own challenges and triumphs, but I’m ready. With the wisdom of years, the strength of experience, and the fire of purpose, I will press on.

The past has shaped me, but the future calls me forward. And forward is the only direction I know.

Kadizzle has come too far to look back.

A Quiet Victory for Truth

 A Quiet Victory for Truth

Today brought significant news: Gary Morris himself announced his resignation as head of the Republican Party in Gila County during the Republican Hour on KMOG radio. For Kadizzle, this felt like an important turning point and a bittersweet conclusion to a long and challenging chapter tied to a recent court case.

The resignation is not a moment for celebration but for reflection. For three long years, Kadizzle endured the consequences of falsehoods and their ripple effects. These lies brought the Capitol Police to our doorstep, frightening Cissie, and even led to an unjust night in jail. Through persistence and patience, the truth has finally come to light.

This moment is a reminder of the importance of honesty and integrity in public life. It is not about rejoicing in someone’s resignation but about hoping this serves as a turning point toward more truthful and respectful political discourse in our community.

The "Little Cowboy" may no longer lead the local Republican Party, but perhaps his departure marks the beginning of a new chapter—one with less divisiveness and more honesty. Kadizzle is grateful for this outcome and looks forward to a brighter future for all.

Do you make $4,800 an hour, why not?

 The health care CEO got shot his salary of $4,800 and hour came to an end. Unlimited greed is what got him killed. Not him, but the culture of our country. When a health care CEO gets paid insane amounts to deny health care we got a problem. The Untied States went into a spiral of decline when good old Ronald Reagan convinced the Hoopleheads trickle down would work. With tax breaks for the rich the poor suffered. Paying insane amounts to CEOs became the norm. Robbing the working class was the new game for companies. Now every statistic shows the greed game has been a disaster for ordinary Americans. The mother of all greedy worthless bastards Donald Trump will soon be leading the rape of the country, and Elon will be by his side. They never have enough. Do some math the greedy bastards cannot spend the money they have stolen. Elon bought himself a goof president for $277,000,000. No problem Elon's purchase made him one hundred million already. 

The real question is can we be this stupid? CEOs used to get 47 times what the working man did now it is 350 times. Is making Coca Cola that hard? Robbing dolts, Hoopleheads, and dingers is not great feat, but it pays well. 

Working Man - The Dubliners and a note to Unknown

Watch this video, it is a good one, and Kadizzle is infatuated with the music. Now to the commenter Unknown. Unknown ask who is Jeff Robbins? The answer is simple, Jeff Robbins puts his name by his comments. Jeff Robins stands by what he believes and puts his name on it. If you think you believe something, but don't want to stand up for it, then you don't really believe it. 

What Made Me, Me?

 

What Made Me, Me?

I was born into a family of nine children, a part of a close-knit tribe where shared struggles and triumphs bound us together. My childhood wasn’t a smooth, downhill slide—it was a steep climb filled with challenges. Our family had its share of serious problems, but we overcame them. “We shall overcome” wasn’t just a motto; it was a way of life, and together, we did.

One of the most profound influences on my life was working underground with coal miners. These were men of incredible grit and determination, who faced the darkness miles below the earth’s surface every single day. They went into the mines knowing full well the dangers that awaited them—explosions, collapsing roofs, being crushed or electrocuted. Yet, they showed up, steadfast and unshaken. You couldn’t intimidate these men. They stared death and uncertainty in the face, and if you thought you could threaten them, you were sorely mistaken.

Coal mining didn’t just shape my career; it shaped my character. One of the most invaluable lessons I learned in the mines was the importance of teamwork. When you’re deep underground, working in a confined, dangerous space, survival depends on collaboration. It doesn’t matter what color, shape, or size a person is—down there, you’re all just human beings, working together to get the job done and make it out alive.

The coal mine isn’t a place for cowards. I know that firsthand. At one point, it was my job to train new miners. My company had a simple strategy: get the trainees underground as fast as possible to see who could handle it. By noon on their first day, I’d usually given them enough safety training to take their first steps into the mine. The idea was to let the experience separate those brave enough for the work from those who weren’t. About a third would quit before the day was done, saving the company from investing further in them. It was a straightforward test, but it taught me a lot about courage—and about people.

The mines were more than a workplace for me; they were a crucible. They tested my resolve and sharpened my perspective on life. Working in those conditions instilled in me a respect for resilience, a commitment to collaboration, and an unshakable appreciation for the strength of the human spirit. These lessons from the depths shaped me, grounded me, and made me who I am today.

The Donut Army

What if intelligent people got together and exchanged ideas? Find out, come to Bonita Street tomorrow at the Democratic headquarters. If you care about the future, you need to be there. It starts at ten, and everyone gets to speak. This is not like the Tea Party that limits who can come and who can talk. That is not the Democrats. Show up, speak up. 

The Truth and the Myth of the "Little Cowboy"

 

Guns, Truth, and the Myth of the "Little Cowboy"

In America, the courtroom is a place of order, governed by rules that apply to everyone. One of those rules is simple: you cannot bring a gun to court. For some, this creates a unique dilemma—particularly for those who equate their sense of security and identity with carrying a concealed weapon.

Take, for example, a certain "Little Cowboy"—a caricature of a gun-toting individual who feels invincible with a pistol tucked away. This archetype, often associated with right-wing ideologies, finds solace in symbols like MAGA hats, shiny belt buckles, and, of course, a sidearm. But what happens when their crutch is removed?

The Armor of False Security

For those who cling to guns, there’s a deeper truth: their security often depends on external symbols rather than internal confidence. The firearm becomes a substitute for self-assurance, a solution to problems they don’t want to solve with dialogue, reason, or truth.

When faced with uncomfortable realities—like stepping into a courtroom unarmed—the "Little Cowboy" falters. One such individual reportedly asked a bailiff to escort them to their car after a court session, fearing what might happen without their weapon. This begs the question: what are they so afraid of?

The Truth Is More Powerful Than a Gun

The answer is simple: truth. For those who lie and cheat their way through life, truth is the ultimate weapon. It exposes dishonesty and renders the façade of strength irrelevant. If you live authentically, with integrity, there’s little reason to fear others. But for those who build their identity on deception and bluster, fear becomes a constant companion.

Guns as Symbols of Compensation

There’s a theory, often joked about, that handguns are "compensators"—a stand-in for perceived inadequacies, whether physical, emotional, or social. If someone lacks self-confidence, what better way to project strength than with a loud motorcycle, a flashy truck, or a shiny handgun?

But true strength isn’t about what you carry—it’s about how you carry yourself. Confidence comes from character, not accessories.

Real Cowboys vs. Pretenders

So, how do you spot a real cowboy from a fake one? Real cowboys don’t need to dress the part to prove their worth. They live simply and honestly, working hard under the open sky. You’ll find them in beat-up trucks, hauling hay, and wearing boots caked in mud—not parading around with Trump flags and tactical gear.

Real cowboys tell stories of their struggles and triumphs around a campfire. Fake ones gather at political rallies, spinning lies that bolster their fragile egos.

Guns, Lies, and Fragile Masculinity

It’s no coincidence that a culture of dishonesty and a dependence on guns often go hand in hand. The louder the lies, the bigger the gun—a desperate attempt to mask insecurity. But no weapon can shield someone from the consequences of their falsehoods.

In the end, truth is the ultimate equalizer. It cuts through fear, bravado, and pretense, leaving only the real measure of a person behind. And that’s something no gun can protect against.

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Judging Judges

A cowardly person who will not put his name to his comments has a problem with Kadizzle judging judges. Kadizzle was a judge for 25 years and knows a little about the process. When you constantly rule in favor of a pathological liar, like the Little Cowboy, something seems strange. A good judge can guide testimony to be fair to all parties. A key job of a judge is to determine the validity and truthfulness of the people involved. An important role of a judge is to allow testimony that will indicate the credibility of those involved. If you watch a football game, or any other game that involves referees then you might be qualified to make a comment about how the game was refereed. 

No this coward who will not put his name to his comments did not attend any of the proceedings that involved the Little Cowboy. Nor, did the coward ask or check what Kadizzles judgement was based on. 

Considering the fact the coward made no effort to research what his comments are based on, nor did he even make an argument to support his comments. So Kadizzle is going to delete his comments. If the coward puts his name to his remarks then Kadizzle will let them stand, but people are not going to be allowed to throw stones from the bushes as the coward does. 

The coward is free to call Kadizzle, he is free to ask questions in person. However, this is the tactic of the Little Cowboy gang, run when confronted. Steve Otto, and Michael Heather both members of the local Tea Party could win track medals if there were an event where you had to run from the truth. The Little Cowboy would also be a great contender. That would be a great race to have the three of them run from the truth and see who wins. 

Justice at last

The court case drug on for over two hours. A notorious liar in the Republican Party used his skill as a liar to have a harassment order against Kadizzle stand.  Kadizzle is done with the lying little bastard, so he will not be named here. If you read this blog you can figure out who he is. After 40 hours of preparation Kadizzle won the case to dismiss the little liars false injunction. Kadizzle had a marvelous stroke of luck. The judge that heard the case was not from Payson. Instead a competent judge uninvolved in local politics heard he case. The judge did a good job. The essence of the case was that the little guy with the gun and a cowboy hat is a pathological liar. The judge figured it out. 

Kadizzle showed up in court with two good witnesses. The little cowboy could not get his gun toting buddies to come to court and lie. That did not work out to well. Nor, did cowboy have any witnesses to back up his lies. 

The little cowboy is devious, and it would be no surprise if he cooks up another scheme. Lying under oath does not deter Buckwheat at all. All Hat and no cattle cooked up the scheme that brought the Capitol Police to the door of Kadizzles home. Cowboy is brave when it comes to misinformation and set up. Cowboy has gotten away with his game for a long time. Hopefully this is the end. If you read this Cowboy Kadizzle wants nothing to do with you. Cowboy will prosper under Trump. Trump will support his lying all the way. Just leave Kadizzle alone with your lying. Thank you Jeeesus for a judge that respects he legal system. 

Back from the past

The jet plane will take us from Richmonds history to the more recent time of Payson, AZ.  Crowded Eastern cities are not for Kadizzle. Richmond has its charm, but it also has the American blight of shopping malls, and nonsensical roads. Payson also is blighted with the modern retail mess. The entire country has become a mess with each business trying to make an ugly dollar. The terrible signage is the worst sin.  

Aggressive drivers plague the entire country. The simple minded dingers that weave in and out of lanes like it is a game are a menace to normal people. 

Soon we will be getting on the plane. On the plane there will be another group of simple people that cannot get seated or unseated. A little common sense on the plane would make it much easier. Airlines try to sell prestige, instead of sensible boarding. Get up, get your shit, and get out of the way. There will be one simple dinger struggling with their luggage that holds up the entire plane. 

We have lost our mind

We have voted to sail toward the iceberg.  Just as the Germans deluded themselves with Hitler we have chosen our disaster. The fuse is fizzling as Trump picks his mentally ill roomates to destroy the institution.  On the edge of insanity we have about a month until the clown show unfolds. Who cares? Dolts, dingers, Hoopleheads will rejoice as Trump burns down our democracy. Two hundred years up in flames. 

Old Kadizzle has been on a history tour of Richmond. The Civil War is all over the place. We learned nothing. Trump wants to enslave working people. The working people cheer. The South was going to lose the Civil War, that was a given to anyone who thought about it, but emotion, and stupidity won the minds of the southern fools. 

Trump will be a disaster, a dud if we are lucky. Trump has no plan, but an evil revenge idea. Trump is good buddies with the fake wrestling crowd. That is the show Trump is trying to duplicate on the national stage. https://perryadamsantiques.com/shop/firearms-artillery/wesson-and-prescott-target-rifle-with-original-shooting-tools-and-mold/

Rita MacNeil - Working Man

OK folks Kadizzle has a soft spot in his heart for coal miners, because he was one. Watch this video. The pictures are amazing. So much is about kids being killed in the mines, young kids, 9,10, 12. Go to the end and there is a list of kids killed, and how they were killed. The history of working people is a tragic history of exploitation. Trump has us on the way to the good old days. The rich never gave a shit about the poor and the life of a child or a slave never matter in the world of Republican greed. 

As the rich destroy the country

Here we sit in a very nice home in Richmond, Virginia. Driving around this town we get to see the contrast. People living in tiny boxes and tiny apartments, and of course the those reeking with money living in huge homes with sprawling acres. Of course most of the people live small, and a few live large. Income inequality is a disease plaguing this country. Elon, and Trump are the kings of greed. Bust up the government so the rich can have more. What the hell is wrong with people? Kadizzle has a nice home, but it is actually bigger than we really need. We have extra transportation, extra rooms and so on. We earned it. Maybe that is bull shit. We were born in fertile soil. So many Americans did not inherit anything, that includes intelligence, money, and all the trappings of wealth.  Republicans are bent on more for the rich and the hell with the poor.

 

Yesterday was Williamsburg

OK, perhaps Kadizzle is obsessed with the snollygoster. On our Thanksgiving history tour of the Richmond area it is hard not to think about the disaster of the Civil War. Now another disaster is on the horizon. Trump will do his best to destroy the legal basis for our country. Wandering through Williamsburg and sitting in the courthouse the thought was how our legal system was hammered out. Even way back then there was a lot of justice.  Over the years our country had a court system that worked. Trump has just about made a joke of our court system. Trump should be in jail, but the court system failed. 

Next Wednesday Kadizzle will go to court with the famous liar in Payson, Gary Morris. Will the court system be manipulated by the liar? More than likely the answer is yes. When Gary gets to elect the judge we have a problem. When Trump has lickspittles on the Supreme Court we have a problem. 

Life has it's little ups and downs, so do countries.  The United States is on a path to a new low. The halls of Washington are packed with incompetent Trump scoundrels. How is that going to work? 

Williamsburg Today

Another historical tour today. Did Trump ever read a history book? Trump is devoid of any real knowledge. Trump lives, eats, and breathes the con man life. Trump may have read up on Hitler, he has that act down pat. 

One thing history teaches are the old mistakes. Trump is heading us right into a depression, but the idiot is clueless. There are two schools of thought on the Trumpster, one is Trump is a genius, my take is he is an idiot. As the saying goes " Even a blind hog ol root. " If you do enough cheating and bankruptcy a few are bound to succeed. 

At the home we are renting there is a pinball machine. Sylvie, and Fran have been fascinated with it. The first time on the machine Kadizzle scored the second highest score ever. It was pure luck, but Kadizzle portrayed it as him being pinball wizard. This is Trump. Daddy gave the rotten con man some big bucks. Con man gambled and had a couple good hits. Adding dishonesty, and cheating to the mix certainly helped. Trump cheated countless people out of money.  That is not exactly genious. 

Kadizzle becomes an actor

Sylvie is grandpa's pride and joy. Her latest nickname is "The Giant". The little kid is now taller than Grandpa. Sylvie attends the Denver School for the arts. This means she is an actor in plays and has to memorize lines. Sylvie has an amazing ability to do this, and she makes grandpa play the other part in many scenes. So grandpa has the script and Sylvie does it all by her amazing memory. Grandpa gets to read his part. 

So turkey day moves on. Fran, and Winky are both good cooks and the kitchen is bustling with activity. Erin is assigned to make a pie. Losing weight is hopeless. Grandpa has always been addicted to dressing. 

Breathing is effortless at sea level and the sleeping is very good. Having a huge park across the street is perfect for the runners in the family. Kadizzle only runs when gunmen are chasing him.  

The art of becoming fat and staying fat

Here the family is gathered in Richmond. As on so many of these adventures we eat out and eat well. Someone made an old school into The Blue Atlas. The food was incredible and so were the drinks. Next, finish the food, and then sit by a fire and tell the old stories over and over. By the fire smoke a cigar, and drink a small sipper. Nothing to it, just stay away from the scales. 

Trump at Monticello

 Kadizzle visited Monticello yesterday. Kadizzle asked the historian if Trump was ever there. Of course not. Trump is clueless about our history, and how the constitution came about. His followers are in the same boat. Greed is the Republican constitution. Exploiting the slaves was a sad part of Thomas Jefferson's life. Having forced sex was another aspect of Jefferson.  Trump might have imagined he was Jefferson in that regard. On the other hand Jefferson read, and did some good things along with the bad. Jefferson was not a good businessman, but like Trump he thought he was. Trump might have learned something from that. 

Thomas Jefferson stuck by the truth, that could have been a good lesson for Trump. Thomas Jefferson stuck up for what he perceived as right. Trump on the other hand knows he is a con man, a crook, a liar, and a sexual abuser. Thomas Jefferson wrote a lot, it is doubtful Trump had one minute of introspection. Thomas Jefferson liked to read, explore and learn. Imagine Trump reading. Trump just loves lying and stealing. 

Jefferson stood for some principles. Trump stands only for tax cuts for the rich. People visited Jefferson at Monticello and Jefferson learned something. People visit Trump at Mar a lago and scheme to help Trump cheat and steal. 

Trump's hero is Hitler, not Thomas Jefferson. 

Richmond

Somewhere Kadizzle read Richmond, Va. was ranked very high for nice cities. Yesterday Kadizzle thought he must agree. Right across the street from where we are staying is a magnificent park. So our group walked through that park to the Japanese gardens. Which were even more wonderful. 

Richmond is full of wonderful parks and great walks. Later in the day we got the tour of Church Hill with Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben is one of the top experts on the Civil War. For his retirement hobby Ben buys and sells Civil War relics. His house is a museum. Every inch of wall and floor space is filled with interesting relics. Ben know the story of each one. In the adjoining building are more treasures, including many uniforms of the era. If you go to Richmond maybe we can put you in touch. 

Lynwood

A magnificent park is across the street from our Thanksgiving location. Wonderful trees and a terrific walking path make up the main theme of the park. Kadizzle always up for meeting people, met Lynwood 68 getting his exercise. We had a great conversation. Somewhere in the conversation Kadizzle mentioned this blog. Lynwood had never read a blog, so good morning Lynwood if you are reading this. 

 Meeting and understanding people is a great privilege too many people deny themselves. Exploring the life of another person is a treat. Living in your own little world is imprisoning yourself. Reach out and say as John Prine does " Hello in there".

Kadizzle in Richmond

Here we are with family for Thanksgiving in Richmond, Virginia. We rented a quasi mansion and it feels like the old south gentleman lifestyle. Creaky old floors, but a nice house on a traditional street. Uncle Ben will give us a tour of his area later today. Uncle Ben is one of the top experts on the Civil War in the country. A relic hunter since childhood Uncle Ben now is a dealer in Civil War artifacts. 

Mind boggling to find our Nephew voted for Trump.  All the old normal people sat around the large dining table and talked politics for hours. Nephew Josh sat and took in the wind of the old geezers.

There are so many reasons Democrats lost. A big reason is Democrats abandoned working people. The rich own the country and working people have been left out. All the rich the Kadizzle family knows have two or three houses, while the working man cannot afford one. Here we sit renting an extra house some rich person has. Republicans have robbed working people and the idiots are turning to the very people who robbed them for help.  

Arthur Little was a small black kid Kadizzle went to high school with. Arthur would go through the halls of the school repeating Emily Dickinson's words " I am nobody, who are you". Arthur gave Kadizzle his first real lesson in poetry.  A black kid reciting poetry that applied to him was a revelation. A phrase Arthur taught Kadizzle was " Farting through silk".  Once you had it made you farted through silk. 

It is Monday morning and Kadizzle is sitting in the home of someone in Richmond, Virginia. We are renting the house, but it is obvious the owner is farting through silk. Many times we have rented farting silk houses to be with our kids. 

As so many struggle, a few fart through silk. It has always been that way. The silk farters are totally unaware that their unrestrained greed is starving people, destroying the planet, and electing Trump. Fart loudly, fart proudly. 

 

The Sun Also rises

Who gets the tax cuts you idiots? Yup, steal from the poor give to the rich. They deserve it, after all they inherited it like God wanted. 

Kadizzle is 75 years old and in that 75 years he has never seen the emergence of insanity like the election of Trump. So many delusional people, so many stupid people. Kadizzle talks to a lot of people in every walk of life and what he hears is insanity infesting the minds of so many. Those not taken in by Trump's lies are stunned as is Kadizzle. What happened when educated people, talented professionals, and those with functioning minds fell for the cult mentality?

You want to believe something? What do you do? You find someone or some group that believes what you want to believe. Religion perfected this long ago. Pick a religion that promotes your self delusion. Religion had hundreds of years to perfect it's lies. What about today? If you want to believe political nonsense we now have the internet. Turn it on and find some delusional, lying fool that will assure what you believe is true. Everytime Kadizzle encounters a cult member and has a discussion it is the same thing. The discussion always turns to where do you get your information? Every cult member will say they do not engage in CBS, NBC, ABC, The New York Times, PBS, or any respectable news media. Instead the dinger will tell your their favorite liar. It might just be Fox, but in most cases the dinger has a special person with a podcast or youtube show that deludes them exactly the way they like. The dingers are like children " Daddy tell me a story about witches".  Conspiracy stories, and "Deep state " stories are the ones the dingers love. 

There are two groups of cult members, those with money, and those without. Both groups admire the rich. The poor dingers love the notion that their mess was created by someone else. The poor dingers never made it past high school, and a lot of them did not make it that far. Now the poor dingers are living in a run down trailer, with a chain link fence, and living on social security. Trump knows what to tell these dingers. It is not your fault. The deep state did this to you, the Democrats did this to you, the welfare cheats did this to you. This is music to the ears of an idiot. 

Now what about the cult members with money? If you are delusional and have some change in your pocket you bitch about taxes. A monied dinger cannot comprehend the rich don't pay taxes and that is why the middle class has to. Instead the cult members with money are told it is the immigrants, and welfare cheats eating their pie.  A look at the data would quickly dispel this notion, but cult people don't believe in math and data. 

Gary Morris a lying weasel beyond compare

 A follower of Trump, Gary Morris has adopted the Trump lying and put it on steroids. Kadizzle is going to go to court with the lying weasel. The lying weasel approacked Kadizzle with armed gunmen while Kadizzle was standing on Highway 87 promoting Kamala Harris. Weasel damanded Kadizzle vacate the sidewalk. Kadizzle used the oppertunity to explain to lying weasel what he thought about the lying with a bull horn. It was great to confront lying weasel while his armed gunmen stood there to hear about the weasel. 

In Gary Morris  (Gary Morris is he local head of the Trump cult) fashion he went to court and claimed Kadizzle harassed him. Wow, Kadizzle is a hundred yards away from lying weasel, lying weasel comes up to Kadizzle and claims he has been harassed. 

For days Kadizzle has been working on this court case. Today Kadizzle is going to make a list of the distortions and lies of the weasel. Rest assured it will take more than one page. A favorite lie of the weasel is to mislabel encounters. Gary Morris has been lying for several years that Kadizzle was arrested for assault twice in North Dakota. Anyone with access to a computer can prove this wrong by searching state and federal records. 

In court Kadizzle asked the judge to question Gary Morris about where he got this information. Gary Morris cited the Washington Post. The Washington Post Article Gary Morris cited clearly stated no one was arrested when Kadizzle encountered Senator Kevin Cramer in 2017, yet Gary Morris under oath told this lie in court. 

In the lifetime of Kadizzle he has encountered some scoundrels, but Gary Morris tops them all. Gary Morris claims that if you ask to speak to him about his lying that is stalking and harassment. 

Trump has mastered the art of misusing the judicial system and Gary Morris has adopted the techniques of Trump. Gary Morris in one of his corrupt court cases claimed Kadizzle interupted a demonstration the Republicans were having. The police investigated and found Kadizzle was 70 miles away in Cottonwood when Gary Morris fabricated that particular lie. In court Gary Morris claimed Kadizzle spit on him. A complete lie. Kadizzle asked the judge to ask Gary where he spit hit him. Gary replied " It was more like a spray". 

Kadizzle was a municipal judge in Hazen, North Dakota for 25 years and in those 25 years hearing cases no one ever lied like Gary Morris. 

What do you do when you are faced with a pathological liar? A pathological liar is someone who compulsively lies without a clear reason, often to the point of causing harm to others or themselves. This is Gary Morris. Does he know he is lying. That is the puzzle. 

My Mother Told Me & Valhalla Calling_ Miracle Of Sound, Peyton Parrish, ...Shared by Truck Buddy

Truck buddy posted this musical video in the comments. Strange, but good. A lot of insight into Truck Buddies' mind.

Celtic Thunder - A Place In The Choir (Live From Kansas City / 2011) Today's musical pick, give it a try

What is wrong?

If your sitting there scratching your testicles wondering what is wrong here it is. After you check the figures Kadizzle will comment. 

 The income distribution in the United States remains highly skewed, reflecting significant disparities:

1. Top 1% and Top 10%:

   • The top 1% of earners capture 19% of total income.
   • The top 10% of households collectively receive approximately 45% of all income【6†source】【9†source】.

2. Middle 80% (10th to 90th percentile):

   • Middle-income households (roughly the 50th to 90th percentiles) primarily rely on labor income, which makes up more than 75% of their earnings. Transfer payments (e.g., Social Security) contribute more to middle-income families than to those in the lowest income deciles【9†source】.

3. Lowest 10%:

   • Households in the bottom 10% account for less than 1% of total income. Their income predominantly comes from transfer payments, with little reliance on labor or capital income【9†source】.

4. General Median Income:

   • The median household income increased to $80,610 in 2023, showing a 4% growth from the prior year【6†source】【8†source】.

For a detailed interactive visualization of income percentiles and decile breakdowns, tools like the U.S. Census Bureau and the BEA provide in-depth charts and calculators.

OK, slow learners. What happens when 1% get 19% ? Gee that means the pie for everyone else just shrunk big time. Now, give 45% to the top 10%. Gee golly the top 10% ate half the pie. Unless you are brain dead you can see most people are nibbling on very little pie. 

So what? Well when you are busted flat that puts you in the mood to listen to Trump. Trump will tell you it is not the rich that are robbing you, nope it is the deep state, the immigrants, the welfare cheats, and we all know the minorities are a problem. Why would Trump lie to you? Trump's greed, and Elon's greed is unlimited. They just want more. So Republicans it turns out are the problem with their unrestrained greed. 400 families have half the wealth of the United States, the want more. 

The Two Economic Ideologies Dividing USA explained by Heather Cox Richar...you better watch this or be stupid

Republican Jesus

 Might have said " Would the old Jesus protect me from the new Jesus".  At the casino the other night Kadizzle sat next to an old fart. Old fart A was lecturing Old fart B about religion. Old fart A spends thousands gambling, and loses. That money could do so much to help the poor. Old fart A drinks, smokes, gambles, and seems like a strange one to promote Jesus. However, since God, Jesus, picked Trump anything is possible. After old fart A was done lecturing old fart B about the lord Kadizzle asked old fart A " I, take it you are religious, what religion are you?"  Old fart replied " Christian". " That covers a lot of ground Kadizzle said. Then Kadizzle asked old fart A. " What did you think about Trump being elected president?".  Old fart A says " Trump is a born again Christian, and that is what we need".  Kadizzles head spins for several minutes and Kadizzle realizes what religion has done to our country. 

Kadizzle gave up on religion at the age of five when he was locked in a room at Sunday school. Religion has caused more hate, discontent, murder, wars, and waste of resources than anything on Earth. Religion has been misused by rats like Trump, TV preachers, and others to prey on the poor. How can people buy into that nonsense?