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.