No one can create trouble for Kadizzle quite like Kadizzle. Once again, he finds himself tangled in a legal hassle. By court order, he cannot discuss the specifics, but he can reflect on the patterns that got him here.
For years, Kadizzle has repeated one mistake: thinking he could reason with people who are committed to being unreasonable. Social media, with its toxic brew of recycled lies and hardened positions, has been the perfect trap. Kadizzle stepped into it, thinking honesty and conversation could untangle things. Wrong again.
This isn’t the first time Kadizzle has been blindsided by a clash of realities. Over thirty years ago, while working at a coal mine in North Dakota, he wandered into a coffee break room. What began as a simple sit-down for a cup of coffee turned into an encounter he never forgot.
A woman entered, furious at the world, declaring ownership of a chair that belonged to no one. When Kadizzle reclaimed the seat, she spun around, knife in hand, and pressed it to his throat. Shaken, Kadizzle immediately documented the incident and sought verification from another witness. But to his surprise, the witness’s takeaway was that he had “irritated” her. It was a revelation: reality isn’t shared equally. Two people can watch the same scene and come away with wildly different truths.
Fast forward to today. Kadizzle is again caught in a situation where one version of events overshadows another. Details must remain unspoken for now, but the theme is the same: in a world divided by ideology, perspective, and personal agendas, truth is often the first casualty.
What Kadizzle has learned—sometimes painfully—is that reasoning with irrationality is like grabbing a chair in the wrong lunchroom. You might think it’s common ground, but to someone else, it’s a battlefield.
