Strange comments.

Kadizzle meets and talks to some strange people. Sometimes they end up making comments on this blog. The ones who fail to use any identity are kind of a pain, but they are fun to. Some friends comment, and that is nice. However the dingers don't understand this blog. Kadizzle just puts on here whatever happens to come into his mind. Kadizzle does not care if anyone reads this or not. It is just a sort of journal. If you like it fine, if you don't fine. There is no requirement anyone should read this crap (yes most of it is just crap, why deny it). However, the detractors should know one thing, Trump voters cannot possibly insult Kadizzle. If you voted for Trump you have admitted you had a lobotomy. When a two year old says something wrong, who cares, the same applies to a Trump voter. No point in putting a meal before a dog to decide if the food is good. Dogs will eat good food, and bad. Putting words before a Trump mind to judge is about the same thing. A comment from a Trumper is meaningless. Do you ask stupid people for advice, no. Do you ask a Fox News person about reality, no. Children are fun to watch, they see the world differently. Same with Hoopleheads, they are fun to watch, but certainly not to learn from.  

In the time of my confession

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, and in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way, I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey, I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness, fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

Maybe the fire is starting

Sparks seem to be making little flames. Maybe it is false hope, but perhaps America is waking up to the realization we now live in a dictatorship. April 5 will be a good indication if Americans have awakened from their drunken Trump binge. Will people come alive? Younger people seem like they are beginning to realize their future has been stolen by the rich. The climate and economy are crashing. What wakes up Americans? Prices may be the answer, and lack of jobs. When Trump's economy gets going or actually stalls people will find out. Wait, there is a major problem with new factories in the United States. The new factories will be automated and run by A I.  Whoops no jobs. One other big problem, people will not have the money to buy anything, the rich took it all.