Trump turns the Justice Department into the Stasi

 Read it on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog.  https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Fall is a wonderful time of year and the Town Council meeting.

Fall Notes from Kadizzle

Fall has arrived, and it’s one of those rare times when the weather feels just right. But while we’re enjoying crisp air and golden leaves, the animals aren’t so lucky—hunting season is in full swing. On the way to Flagstaff, a herd of deer crossed the highway. The big bucks easily cleared the fence, but the mothers with fawns had to scramble for another path.

There is hope, though. On the interstate near Flagstaff, a massive wildlife overpass is under construction—an idea Canada mastered long ago. Even the old fencing is being improved, with built-in spots for elk to leap safely, and padded tops to keep them from tearing themselves up as they cross. Humans are finally giving the animals a fairer chance.

And at long last, rain blessed our corner of Arizona. The parched earth soaked it in, and the air felt alive again with moisture. Around here, rain isn’t just weather—it’s salvation.

Then came the town hall. Kadizzle had a speech ready but passed the baton to Smidly, who stepped up like a pro. Years as a church reader had made him a natural. His theme? A pointed echo from the McCarthy hearings: “Have you no sense of decency?” Smidly delivered it with the timing of a Hollywood actor, skewering the three Tea Party stooges on the council for their pandering.

The night’s climax came when Jim Ferris, one of the stooges, tried to hijack the meeting to attack the pool proposal. The town attorney warned him he was breaking open meeting laws, but Ferris wouldn’t stop. That’s when Jeff called him out, shouting over the nonsense. Mayor Steve Otto, chief stooge himself, ordered Jeff out.

The Blue scare, just like the Old Red Scare

   Over on the naftaoh blog. National Association for the advancement of Humanity.  Check it out, very good. 

Back at the Flagstaff Train Station

 

The Commander and the Bums

The commander of the free world—Kadizzle’s wife—had a doctor’s appointment in Flagstaff, which left the lowly foot soldier with time to kill. What does a man do when turned loose in a strange town with hours on his hands? Kadizzle does what Kadizzle always does: he goes to watch the trains rumble by.

At the depot, fate served up a rerun. The same rail-side philosopher he’d met on a previous visit was back on the bench. A bum by appearance, but a scholar by conversation. He had once been an educated man, but he traded in the rat race for the liberty of nothing. His philosophy was simple: happiness requires less than we think.

As they compared notes on life, a woman wandered over—another traveler on the margins. Her mind was frayed, her possessions in a tattered bag. She asked the two men to guard her worldly goods while she ran to the store. Kadizzle slipped her a few bucks and told her to bring him a Coke and something for herself. That’s how commerce works at the edge of the empire: one person buys time, the other buys sugar water, and dignity is bartered in between.

Kadizzle has always liked bums. Since childhood, he has admired the peculiar freedom they enjoy—the ability to exist outside the petty chores and schedules the rest of us are chained to. Their kingdom has no mortgages, no HOA meetings, no quarterly reports. Just benches, boxcars, and the slow shuffle of migration.

The philosopher-bum explained that Flagstaff’s nights were growing cold. Winter was coming. His plan? Head south and west where the sun still has a little mercy. Bums migrate with the seasons, just like billionaires with private jets. Both chase warm weather, but only one leaves no carbon footprint.

Maybe the rest of us are the fools. The bums roll with the weather, laugh at the system, and drink a Coke bought with somebody else’s pity. They own nothing—and in that, they own everything.

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Check out Trump's rant

Over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog today we go into Trump's insane rant at the United Nations. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Piss on the wall

The Daily Show: Bathroom Commandments Edition

You ever read the Bible and think, “Wow, God was really micromanaging back then”? Like, we’re not just talking Ten Commandments — we’re talking bathroom policies.

Check this gem out from 1 Samuel 25:22 (KJV):

“So and more also do God unto the enemies of David, if I leave of all that pertain to him by the morning light any that pisseth against the wall.”

That’s right. Apparently, God had a zero-tolerance policy for… wall-pee.

Now, let’s think this through. One guy has a little too much mead, stumbles outside, lets it fly against the brickwork — and BOOM! Whole village on death row. Forget Sodom and Gomorrah; this is Splash and You’re Ash.

Imagine the angelic staff meeting:

• “Uh, Lord, minor update: Jedediah took a leak behind the goat pen.”

• “Fine. Kill EVERY male in town. Rules are rules.”

Really? Over that? It’s the ultimate biblical overreaction. Like burning down your house because someone left a wet towel on the floor.

And the best part? King James translators looked at the Hebrew and said: “Should we soften it to ‘every male’? Nah. Let’s keep ‘pisseth against the wall.’” Because nothing says divine authority like 17th-century potty humor.

So next time somebody tells you America was founded on biblical values, just remember: somewhere in that holy text is a passage where God threatens mass murder if you can’t keep it in the chamber pot.

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Full Blown Dictatorship

We Are Living in a Full-Blown Dictatorship

People keep asking, “Are we really in a dictatorship?” The short answer: yes. It may not come with the old-fashioned uniforms, goose-stepping, and giant portraits on every street corner—but the mechanics are all here.

Free Speech Has Been Shackled

In a democracy, you’re supposed to be able to mock the leader, criticize policies, and share uncomfortable truths. Today, those who challenge the strongman risk losing jobs, facing legal harassment, or worse. Comedians are muzzled, journalists branded “enemies of the people,” and citizens threatened simply for posting online. When laughter becomes a crime, dictatorship has arrived.

The Law Is No Longer Impartial

Once the justice system bends to the will of one man, it ceases to be justice. Judges are intimidated, prosecutors are pressured, and the law is weaponized against critics. Instead of protecting the Constitution, the courts are repurposed to shield the regime and punish dissent. That is not democracy—it is authoritarian control dressed up in legal robes.

Institutions Have Been Captured

Congress no longer acts as a check on executive power but as a cheerleading squad. State legislatures are stacked with partisans willing to trade principle for power. Even agencies meant to serve the public—education, environment, labor—are being hollowed out and converted into tools of loyalty enforcement. A government that once belonged to “We the People” now functions as the personal property of one man.

The Cult of Personality

Dictatorships thrive on myth-making. Facts are optional; loyalty is mandatory. A dictator does not have supporters—he has believers. Every lie becomes sacred scripture, every criticism an act of heresy. When 30% of the population cheers louder for the strongman than for the truth, the danger is not looming—it is here.

The Illusion of Normalcy

The hardest part is that life can look ordinary. Grocery stores are open. The internet still runs. People still vote. But the ballot box means little when elections are gerrymandered, when opposition voices are silenced, when propaganda drowns out facts. Dictatorships don’t arrive overnight with tanks in the street—they creep in, one norm at a time, until suddenly the extraordinary becomes ordinary.

What Comes Next

If people shrug and say, “That’s just politics,” the dictatorship calcifies. But if people recognize what is happening, speak up, organize, and refuse to normalize it, there is still a chance. History shows us that dictatorships only end when people decide they’ve had enough.

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Here we go right into the worst world you can imagine

How dictators (and autocrats) will — and already do — use AI to suppress dissent

1) Mass surveillance + facial recognition to identify and track protesters.
AI powers city-wide camera networks, matches faces to ID databases, and flags people who attend protests or meet with known activists — enabling arrests, reprisals, or pre-emptive detention. China is the canonical example, and similar systems are documented elsewhere. (European Parliament)

2) Phone/network spyware and remote device compromise.
Governments deploy offensive tools (commercial spyware, zero-click exploits) to read messages, capture contacts, and plant evidence — often targeting journalists, lawyers, and opposition figures. These tools become far more effective when combined with AI to triage and analyze the harvested data. (AP News)

3) Social-media monitoring and automated content removal.
AI systems can crawl huge volumes of posts, flag “undesirable” content, and automatically request takedowns or block accounts. That enables rapid censorship at scale and makes it easy to silence voices before a story spreads. Platforms’ moderation tools can be co-opted by governments or tuned to follow local repressive laws. (Freedom House)

4) Disinformation, deepfakes, and identity-forgery to delegitimize opponents.
Generative AI can produce fake audio/video, realistic sock-puppet accounts, and automated propaganda tailored to micro-audiences — all used to smear dissidents, confuse the public, or create plausible pretexts for repression. State or state-linked influence ops have already used AI to run fake networks. (Reuters)

5) Predictive policing and risk-scoring.
By analyzing mobility, social ties, and communications, AI models can produce “risk” scores that flag people as potential troublemakers — then trigger surveillance, stops, or administrative actions without human transparency. Reports warn this amplifies discrimination and arbitrary enforcement. (European Parliament)

6) Social control systems (e.g., social-credit / behavior scoring).
AI can aggregate financial, social, and behavioral data to reward compliant citizens and penalize dissenters (travel restrictions, job/school access, public shaming). Even where full “social credit” systems don’t exist, partial scoring systems are being used to shape behavior. (NATIONAL ENDOWMENT FOR DEMOCRACY)

7) Automated harassment, doxxing and intimidation at scale.
Bots and AI agents can amplify abusive messages, threaten critics, flood comment sections, or dox opponents — drowning out real voices and creating fear that discourages organizing. (Freedom House)

8) Legal and regulatory capture enabled by AI “evidence.”
Governments can use AI-generated “evidence” (analytics, pattern reports, allegedly incriminating content) to justify arrests or court cases. Because models are opaque, it’s easy to present machine output as factual while avoiding scrutiny. (European Parliament)

Real examples / documented incidents

• State-linked influence operations using AI to run fake accounts and influence public discourse (reported and disrupted by law enforcement). (Reuters)

• Reports of spyware used to monitor journalists and opposition in Serbia and other countries. (AP News)

• Extensive use of facial-recognition and biometric systems in occupied/contested areas to monitor populations. (The Guardian)

• NGO and academic analyses documenting how AI amplifies digital repression and weakens internet freedom. (Freedom House)

What makes AI especially dangerous for repression

• Scale & speed: AI automates tasks that previously needed many human analysts.

• Cheapness: once trained, automated systems are inexpensive to run and can be exported.

• Plausible deniability / opacity: model outputs are opaque, making it easy to hide biases or errors as “technical” decisions.

• Personalization: propaganda can be micro-targeted to exploit emotional triggers and social fractures. (Freedom House)

Practical defenses — what citizens, platforms and policymakers can do

For individuals & activists

• Use end-to-end encrypted messaging and practice device hygiene (keep OS/apps updated; avoid suspicious links). (AP News)

• Use privacy tools: VPNs (with caution), anonymity-preserving browsers, and adversarial obfuscation (e.g., altering appearance in public photos where legal/feasible).

• Minimize metadata footprint (separate accounts for activism, use burner numbers when necessary).

• Document abuses safely (secure backups, distribute copies with trusted organizations).

For platforms & tech companies

• Harden user verification against state coercion; resist government takedown demands that violate human rights; publish transparency reports and process-level audits. (Congress.gov)

• Implement provenance / watermarking for AI-generated media and better tools to detect deepfakes. (PMC)

• Offer safer defaults, stronger account protections for journalists/activists, and independent redress mechanisms when governments request takedowns.

For governments, international bodies & civil society

• Pass targeted export controls on surveillance tech and require human rights due diligence from vendors. (NATIONAL ENDOWMENT FOR DEMOCRACY)

• Fund open-source tools to detect/mitigate repression (deepfake detectors, traffic obfuscation, secure comms).

• Support independent audits of government AI systems and require explainability/procedural safeguards if AI influences policing or legal actions. (European Parliament)

Bottom line

AI doesn’t invent new motives for repression — it multiplies them. The same political incentives that lead governments to silence critics become dramatically more powerful when combined with automated surveillance, disinformation, and opaque decision systems. But technology + policy + civic action can blunt those risks if actors move deliberately: better laws, platform accountability, defensive tech for citizens, and international pressure to restrict the sale and misuse of repressive AI. (Freedom House)

Rain from Heaven

Arizona Gold Rush

Rain in Arizona is worth more than Bitcoin. And guess what—it’s finally falling! Our backyard is the official catchment basin for the whole subdivision. In a decent storm, it fills up in about eleven minutes—faster than Congress can spend a budget surplus.

But then comes the mystery: once the water leaves our yard, where does it go? Kadizzle has tried to track it, but the cul-de-sacs below look like they were designed by a drunken maze-builder. Someday the old man will strap on his boots and play Sherlock Holmes: The Case of the Missing Stream Flow.

In the meantime, if you want to see where all the gullible voters flow, check out the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog. Spoiler: Trump has been busy harvesting idiots like it’s pumpkin season.

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The local news yesterday was downright chilling. Phoenix hosted what could only be described as a memorial service for bigotry—a sendoff for a premier racist. It looked more like an idiots’ convention mixed with a fan club for compulsive liars.

In one of those “you can’t make this up” moments, Trump wandered into a speech about autism while supposedly honoring Charlie Kirk. The crowd, bless their red hats, didn’t even notice the remarks had nothing to do with the dearly departed disciple. That’s the scary part—the sheer number of dolts who nod along, unbothered by the nonsense.

Once upon a time, folks packed a picnic basket and went to watch a hanging. Today, they pack MAGA hats and line up for the same bloodsport—only now the rope is around free speech. Trump is strangling it with a vengeance, and his disciples clap like trained seals, never noticing the air around them getting thinner.

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I just watched this video interview of the bumble-flumpers gathered at Charlie Kirk’s memorial in Phoenix.

Imagine showing up to a funeral service dressed in your Trump Halloween costume.

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Kadizzle thrown out of Tea Party he never was in.

 On the other bloghttps://naftaoh.blogspot.com/.  You can read how Kadizzle was thrown out of the Tea Party. 

$1,300,000 for a new house.

Here we sit in Payson, Arizona—a little mountain town that has, in recent years, been invaded by Californians. The locals don’t much like it. Around here, the default assumption is that anyone from California must be a dreaded liberal. Nothing is worse to the local MAGA rats than an educated person who dares to think.

But here’s the twist: many of these California immigrants aren’t liberals at all. They’re disgruntled right-wingers fleeing the “terrible” progressives back home. They arrive with fat wallets after selling overpriced houses in California, and they happily bid up property here, making the MAGA mess in Payson even redder and even more toxic.

About four years ago, Kadizzle built a new house in town. Thanks to the influx of rich immigrants—and Phoenix folks escaping the heat—the value has climbed nicely. One local builder has his own racket: he builds a house, lives in it just long enough to milk the tax advantages, then sells it for top dollar when the right fish swims by. One of his places nearby sold for a cool million. Now his newest house, perched right in front of our once-beautiful mountain view, is listed at $1.3 million. Maybe some rube will bite. Maybe not. But if it sells, it’ll drag our home value up with it.

That’s the strange part: Kadizzle sold the old house in North Dakota for $275,000. But that very same house, if it were sitting here in Payson, would easily sell for over half a million. Geography is destiny.

For now, Payson is riding the real estate wave. But when King Trump finishes wrecking the economy, watch how fast those “adjustments” come.

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The Vengeance president

Over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity you can read about our Vengeance president. 

Big Spender-DSA Block Party 2025 With the grand daugher

Sylvie is on the far left

Over on the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity Blog

 On the NAFTAOH blog, National Association for the Advancement of Humanity, some commentary about the Donuts with Democrats group. Give it a try. https://naftaoh.blogspot.com/

Slum Warriors

The Rat Maze of Phoenix

Kadizzle had a nightmare of a drive through Phoenix yesterday. The car, a 2014 relic, still thinks malls and Blockbuster video stores are cutting-edge destinations. Worse yet, Kadizzle forgot his phone. That meant the only guide through the Phoenix jungle was the car’s outdated navigation system, which belongs in the Smithsonian.

After dropping Snoocher Bear at the airport, Kadizzle set off in search of a Costco he had never been to. That’s when the real fun began. Note to humanity: Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport is the worst airport in America to pick anyone up from. It is a rat maze of confusing roads, dead ends, and signs that contradict one another. If Dante had written The Divine Comedy today, one of the lower levels of hell would look exactly like Sky Harbor’s pickup lanes.

Back to the navigation disaster. The damn GPS zigzagged Kadizzle all over hell’s half acre before proudly declaring “you’ve arrived” at the start of a gravel road. No Costco. No hope. Just rocks and cactus.

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A Nation Paved in Sprawl

As Kadizzle drove through Phoenix’s endless sprawl, he couldn’t help but think what a visitor from a civilized country might make of this mess. Strip malls as far as the eye can see, every square foot paved, every horizon scarred with signs. Title loan companies blare from giant billboards—a neon declaration of poverty and desperation.

The rich, of course, live somewhere else entirely—behind gates, hedges, and armed security systems. Their streets are manicured, their lives buffered from the chaos. But the people hooked on drugs, the working poor, and those left behind by America’s greed-driven society are stuck in the wasteland we’ve created.

This isn’t just Phoenix. This is the American model of “growth.” Endless highways. Cookie-cutter subdivisions. Billboards shouting over one another. A country built not for people, but for cars and consumption.

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Closing Thought

Kadizzle’s misadventure was supposed to be a simple errand. Instead, it turned into a reminder of what happens when greed, poor planning, and blind faith in sprawl shape a nation. A GPS can get you lost. A society built this way can keep you lost forever.

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National Association for the Advancement of Humanity.

 Kadizzle has decided to try to separate his blog into two blogs.  One blog will be non political and deal more with music and everyday life. The other blog will deal more with the political crap. To achieve this change some post will appear on both blogs until people who are interested in the political nonsense migrate to the other bloghttps://naftaoh.blogspot.com/.   You can get to the other blog by searching for naftaoh, National Association for the Advancement of Humanity.  If you want more information or have trouble getting to the NAFAOH site let Kadizzle know in the comments. There may be some rants on the new blog that are not here.  The Jimmy Kimmel thing has Kadizzle riled up. 

Never, Never, Ever talk to a MAGA alone

MAGA and the Gospel of the Lie

Kadizzle admits it—he’s a slow learner. Fortunately, his friend Jeff handed him some survival tips for dealing with MAGAs. Rule number one: always record the conversation if you can. Rule number two: never, ever talk to a MAGA alone.

Why? Because Trump set the gold standard for lying, and his followers treat deception like a spiritual gift. Trump showed them the formula: lie, repeat, repeat again—and suddenly it’s the truth.

Kadizzle has watched this play out everywhere: on legal documents, in courtrooms, over the radio. Lying is second nature to the MAGA tribe. Sometimes Kadizzle wonders if they even know when they’re lying anymore—or if the cult mindset has blurred that line completely.

But lying is just the appetizer. The real art form is distortion. A little salt here, a dash of pepper there—tweak a detail, twist an event, and voilà: a MAGA masterpiece, the kind Trump himself would applaud.

Kadizzle has been a frequent target of these lies. One of the latest came courtesy of KMOG radio, where Kenny Murphy’s gang claimed he’d been thrown out of the local Tea Party. Small problem: Kadizzle was never in it. That’s MAGA logic in action—truth optional, spectacle mandatory.

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Watched John Stewart on the Daily Show. Get the cork out

The Daily Show Just Roasted Trump to the Bone

Last night The Daily Show tore Our Lord and Savior Donald Trump a brand-new exit ramp. The mockery was brutal, the satire was perfect, and if you missed it—you missed comedy at its highest civic duty.

Then came the knockout punch: an interview with Nobel Peace Prize winner Maria Ressa. She laid it out plain—Trump is running the same playbook the dictator in the Philippines used. Different country, same script. And here we are: America sliding straight into a full-blown dictatorship while half the nation sits quiet.

That’s when Kadizzle had to tell his buddy Jeff, “Get the cork out of your ass and do something.” Now Jeff’s forever “Corkey.” But the lesson holds: it’s time for all of us to yank the cork, get off the couch, and stop waiting to be turned into French fries while the kitchen burns down.

Shy Democrats. Silent independents. Over-polite moderates. Your quiet courtesy got us into this mess. That era is done. No more whispering. No more waiting. Speak up. Shout. Rebel.

Because if we don’t, Corkey won’t be the only one stuck—our whole democracy will be corked up tight.

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My princess

Grandpa is going to bragg about Sylvie. She is a wonder child, a diamond. She has the best bubbling personality, and is talented in so many ways. You name it acting, athletics, singing, she has it all. This is the pitch for her in her new job as a princess at children's birthday parties. 

For Sylvie, joining the Princess Ever After cast is as close to happily ever after as it gets. For as long as she can remember, Sylvie has believed in the magic and enchantment of fairytales – and their ability to inspire and empower kids. From putting on captivating shows for her stuffed animals as a toddler to starring in community theatre, high school and professional stages from grade school onward, she has been preparing to become a real princess her entire life!
Sylvie is currently a high school theatre major at Denver School of the Arts (DSA) with big dreams of Broadway and has appeared in over 20 musical theatre productions. She has performed at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts and has also appeared onstage at the Lincoln Center in Anastasia alongside members of the original Broadway cast. She is also a runway model, regularly walking in Denver Fashion Week and other local fashion shows.

When she’s not on stage, Sylvie loves working with kids—babysitting, leading theatre camps, and volunteering at Children’s Hospital Colorado. Being a princess performer lets her combine her two greatest passions: entertaining audiences and bringing joy to children. She can’t wait to help make your child’s fairytale dreams come true!

Trump Land

The sleepy little town of Payson is, disturbingly, a microcosm of what I call “Trumpy Land.” We have our own local versions of the national trends: an eager echo chamber, talk radio that sometimes amplifies a single point of view, and political leaders who trade in exaggeration more than facts.

Take our radio station KMOG — it’s long been a central part of Rim Country’s public life, but like media everywhere, local outlets can be used to shape a story as much as report it.  Around town you’ll also hear the same chestnuts that fuel the national fever: conspiratorial talk of a “deep state,” an appetite for strongman rhetoric, and a willingness to reduce complex issues to slogans. That’s dangerous in any community — and especially dangerous when people accept it as normal.

Locally, partisan organizers and leaders stoke division and caricature their opponents. For example, longtime county Republican activists remain vocal at Tea Party events and county meetings, helping keep that combative, us-versus-them tone alive.  When political life becomes performance instead of problem-solving, the town suffers — not just politically, but socially and economically.

Payson can do better. We’re a community that still has the capacity for civic conversation, neighborliness, and common-sense solutions. Let’s insist on facts, demand accountability from our local leaders and media, and remember that democracy thrives when citizens examine claims instead of repeating them.

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The Signs are Everywhere. An Elephant in the Backyard -- and Nobody Sees It

An Elephant in the Backyard — and Nobody Sees It

An elephant just walked through our backyard. How did you miss it?

That’s the new United States. Trump’s thievery, dishonesty, and creeping dictatorship are so obvious they could flatten the flower beds, yet somehow they remain invisible to millions. How does that happen?

To be a good MAGA, you need to build a wall around your brain. Not the kind of wall Trump never actually built on the border, but a psychological one: thick enough to keep out facts, high enough to block reality. You can build that wall with “Fake News” accusations, or mortar it together with the old standby: “He knows things we don’t.” The stronger the wall, the easier it is to pretend the elephant never came stomping through.

One trick to making reality invisible is to pack your head so full of nonsense that facts have no place to land. Fox News is magnificent at this. It doesn’t just give you a steady diet of outrage and distraction — it carefully filters out anything that might pierce the illusion. That way, you’re fed a daily feast of nonsense while truth starves outside the wall.

The Local Rumor Mill

If you think this is only about Washington, think again. Right here in Payson, I’ve been the elephant. A local politician started a false narrative that Kadizzle had been arrested twice for assault back in North Dakota. That lie was dragged into court and proven false. You’d think that would be the end of it — truth exposed, case closed.

But no. The MAGA rumor mill grabbed it, embroidered it, and set it back loose in town. To this day the false story floats around as if facts never happened. The lie lives on because once people build their wall, the truth can pound on the gates forever without getting in.

What It Really Means

This is how democracies rot. Lies aren’t just political weapons — they’re bricks in the wall that keeps reality from entering the public mind. When people refuse to see the elephant trampling their garden, they end up defending the damage as if it were a blessing.

It isn’t just Trump’s problem. It isn’t just Washington’s problem. It’s ours, in our town, in our conversations, in our own backyards.

The elephant has walked through. You can see the tracks. The question is: do you want to look?

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Destroying things

 

The Trump Wrecking Crew

Old Kadizzle sits with his morning coffee and the New York Times. The daily pattern is hard to miss: Donald Trump doesn’t just bluster — he sabotages. He goes after industries, technologies, and people who dare to move the country forward, and he leaves wreckage in his wake.

Today’s story was railroads. Modernizing rail isn’t just about shiny new trains — it’s about taking thousands of trucks off our clogged highways, cutting pollution, and saving lives. Railroads could be a backbone of a cleaner, safer, and more efficient economy. But the man trying to lead that effort was fired because Trump didn’t like him. Progress halted, future delayed.

It’s the same with wind power. Every study shows it’s cost-effective, job-creating, and environmentally sound. But Trump mocks turbines because his donors in oil and gas whisper in his ear — and because he once thought they spoiled the view from one of his golf courses. So instead of leading the world in renewable energy, America stumbles backward while China and Europe sprint ahead.

And the media? Trump’s rich allies are buying up news outlets like candy. One by one, independent voices are silenced or converted into megaphones for propaganda. Before long, “news” will mean whatever the regime decides you’re allowed to hear.

We’ve seen this movie before. Mussolini destroyed unions to enrich his friends. Hitler strangled free journalism. Putin turned Russia into a playground for oligarchs. The script is familiar: choke innovation, crush dissent, and funnel wealth to the loyal.

Trump isn’t hiding it — he’s acting it out in plain sight. Every time he kneecaps a clean energy project, fires a reformer, or sells another industry to his cronies, he hollows out democracy a little further.

This isn’t just about trains, or turbines, or newspapers. It’s about whether we let a corrupt strongman and his enablers decide America’s future.

The termites are chewing, but the house hasn’t fallen yet. That part is up to us. We can organize, we can speak up, and above all, we can vote. If we don’t, we’ll wake up one morning to find the lights still on, the coffee still warm — but the democracy gone.

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It's Your Story

Long ago and far away, at a power plant in North Dakota, there was a lunchroom where the union men gathered. Lunch wasn’t just sandwiches and thermoses of coffee — it was storytelling time. The same tales circled around again and again, each version gaining new details, losing old ones, and stretching just a little further with every telling.

One afternoon, in the middle of yet another recycled yarn, someone interrupted to challenge the accuracy. Before the storyteller could sputter a defense, another man leaned back in his chair, grinned, and said: “It’s your story — tell it any way you want.”

Those eight words were more than comic relief. They were life boiled down into a single sentence. Truth became optional. Narrative became everything.

And here we are today, living inside that lunchroom logic. Science, logic, and reason have quietly slipped off the stage. Reality itself is negotiable. The new mantra is simple: it’s your story, tell it however you want — and people will nod along if it fits the version of the world they’d rather believe.

The troubling part is how comforting that feels. A neatly polished lie or a tailor-made fantasy is so much easier to swallow than the jagged edges of fact. We’ve bought into the soothing version, because who wants to wrestle with the hard stuff when a story is so much easier?

What began as a throwaway line in a union lunchroom has become the philosophy of a culture. Stories are free to float unmoored from truth, and too many of us are content to let them drift.

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Welcome to another Planet.

Presumably most of the population is asleep. We are living under the shadow of a full-blown dictatorship — not a whisper of authoritarianism, but a loud, determined march. The people who once promised to protect our institutions are now labeling any dissent as dangerous, and the definition of “dangerous” keeps shrinking to mean anyone who disagrees.

Make no mistake: this isn’t subtle. The rhetoric is explicit, the tactics are obvious, and the targets are anyone who stands for pluralism, reason, or basic decency. Free thought is no longer merely under pressure; it is being declared the enemy. Courts that once served as limits on raw power have been hollowed into cheering sections. Legislatures that were supposed to debate and check the executive now mimic the leader’s talking points like trained parrots.

Why is this happening? Part of it is the normalization of spectacle over substance — of outrage as policy. Part is the steady erosion of civic guardrails: norms replaced by raw ambition, norms replaced by loyalty tests, traditions of restraint replaced by theatrical displays of dominance. When the institutions that hold power accountable are repurposed as instruments of power, the balance that underpins a free society collapses.

And yet most people go about their days as if the disappearance of civic guardrails is ordinary. That quiet complacency is dangerous. History shows us again and again that freedoms erode gradually, then suddenly. It is easy to dismiss censorship, intimidation, and the attack on dissent as temporary noise — until the noise is all that remains.

So what do we do? First, name what is happening. Call out the rollbacks of rights and institutions; refuse the euphemisms. Second, engage — not as an act of entertainment or anger, but as citizenship: show up at town halls, vote, support independent journalism, hold representatives accountable. Third, protect the small civic habits that matter: respectful debate, tolerance for uncomfortable facts, the ability to disagree without demonizing the person across the room.

If we let ourselves sleep through this, the choice will be made for us. If we wake up, speak up, and act together, we still have a chance to reclaim the basic freedoms that define a free people. The test of a republic is not that it survives easy days — it’s that its people refuse to give it away when it matters most.

Let. Them Rot

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Let Them Rot

Kadizzle might be undergoing a philosophical shift. Maybe it’s not worth fighting every battle with people who are determined to sink their own ship. Reading about China recently, a phrase jumped out: “Let them rot.” It stuck, because the same disease infects both China and the United States—old goats clinging to power, rotting the system from the inside out while pretending to be saviors.

In America, Trump is the perfect symbol of rot. A grifter turned idol, adored by his red-hatted followers who mistake his petty tyranny for strength. They cheer on a man who treats the country like a slot machine rigged in his favor. And when the greed machine finally blows up, as it inevitably will, why should the rest of us scramble to save it? Let it rot.

The red hats don’t read history. They don’t want to. They’d rather imagine a big gun solves every problem, as if violence has ever delivered wisdom or justice. Meanwhile, the Red Hats at the top rob the Red Hats at the bottom, and the peasant Red Hats applaud while being fleeced. It’s the same old story: power preying on ignorance, and ignorance mistaking it for glory.

Trump dangles promises like candy—each MAGA dolt gets a winning lottery ticket, a golden future just around the corner. They swallow his lies like cheesecake, fattening themselves on delusion. To them, a mentally unstable president tearing the country apart is no tragedy; it’s entertainment. Politics has become fake wrestling, with Trump as the swaggering showman, slamming opponents on a padded stage while the crowd roars, blind to the fraud.

And so maybe the answer is this: don’t waste breath trying to save them. Don’t chase after people who love the chains they’re in. Let them rot. History will do the job we can’t.

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Harari on coping with the Trump eraーNHK WORLD-JAPAN NEWS you need to watch this

Hymn for the Crossing

Don't need a golden box for my bones
Don't need your weeping and wailing
Dont need my name carved into stone
Just sing me a hymn for the crossing

Don't speak of nights darkened by regret
Don't speak of today's light fading
Don't speak at all just sit here by my bed
And sing me a hymn for the crossing

The many miles we have roamed
Each one a mark upon our bones
In the end we leave alone
So until then, just sing me home

Don't fight the storm, the sorrow of the sea
Don't be afraid when it's raging
Don't fight the waves
Let them rock me off to sleep
While you sing me a hymn for the crossing

A reply to "Person"

Kadizzle recently received a peculiar email from someone tied to an opposing political group. I’ll change the name to protect the sender, though the irony of their message is hard to ignore. They emphasized the need to “love your enemy.” Strange advice, coming from a person whose entire organization thrives on creating enemies.

Now, Kadizzle is not a religious man. But it never ceases to amaze him how loudly right-wing groups drape themselves in the language of faith, while their actions betray the very teachings they claim to uphold. They preach love on Sunday and practice division Monday through Saturday.

Here is my response to this person:

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Person,

I believe there’s a good human being somewhere inside you. The tragedy is that you’ve been caught in a fog—pulled into the wrong crowd by the powerful lure of belonging. You are not without talent. You have leadership skills and a sharp mind, strong enough to see through the trap you’ve stumbled into.

Human beings crave connection. That need for companionship and shared purpose is deep in our bones. But it’s also the same force that allows destructive groups to flourish. History is littered with examples: mobs, cults, political movements built on fear. They thrive by convincing people that division is strength, that hate is holy, that enemies are everywhere.

And yet—if you truly believe in Jesus, how do you reconcile His message of compassion with the cruelty and lies that echo from your side? How do you square His call to love your neighbor with leaders who sow fear, strip away rights, and call it righteousness?

Maybe you already feel it, even if you don’t admit it—the faint stirrings of doubt, the quiet awareness that something doesn’t add up. That tiny spark matters. It’s the part of you that still hungers for truth.

You can choose a different path. You can step away from those who profit from your anger, those who keep you locked in delusion. You can seek a philosophy built on real love, compassion, and truth—the very things Jesus actually stood for, not the twisted version paraded for political gain.

Drink from a different cup, Person. You deserve better than the poison you’ve been handed. And if you do, you might find that the enemy you’ve been taught to hate was never your enemy at all.

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The dictatorship is here

Trump isn't just a controversial leader — to me he looks like a would-be dictator wrapped in reality TV showmanship. For most people life still hums along: warm coffee in the cup, the car has gas, and yesterday’s comforts feel unchanged. That normalcy is comforting — and dangerous, because it can blind us to the slow rot happening beneath the surface.

The rot is real. Trump and his followers are chipping away at the institutions that keep democracy intact. In a whirlwind of revenge and spectacle he has attacked decency and truth, trading sober leadership for staged theatrics. His long relationship with spectacle — the same theater that powers staged wrestling and television pageants — isn’t accidental. It’s the template he uses: showy performance, blatant exaggeration, and a crowdsourced willingness to treat fiction like fact.

People flock to that performance because it feels satisfying: clear villains, loud heroes, simple outcomes. But believing the theater is reality is dangerous. If you accept staged violence as real and cheer at scripted outcomes, you’re primed to accept manufactured political drama too. Trump’s brand of “authenticity” is often just carefully crafted illusion, and many buy into it wholesale.

What makes this especially frightening is who he’s allied with: powerful, wealthy interests who have the resources to loot public institutions while the rest of us are distracted by the spectacle. History is full of national delusions that ended badly. We ignore the termites at our peril — because once the structure is weakened by lies and greed, fixing it takes far more than a fresh cup of coffee.

Kadizzle's Sister helping

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Blog Rewrite

Little Sister deserves a medal. She came to help take care of Winky, who just had her second knee replacement. Once Winky gets back on her feet, she’ll be a few inches taller—or at least that’s the running joke. Caring for a temporarily disabled Winky is no small task, and Little Sister has stepped right into the role. Of course, she also has no hesitation pointing out Kadizzle’s flaws along the way. Probably for the best—we all need the occasional tune-up.

One of her passions is piecing together family history. With nine kids in the family, every story has at least nine versions. Age brings reflection, and it’s something we’ve all been doing lately—looking back at the long climb to where we are now. Our oldest brother, 84, is doing remarkably well considering the rough-and-tumble life he lived. Offspring are plentiful, and watching the next generation sprout has been rewarding—no duds yet.

Growing up in a big family was an education all its own. Social skills, survival instincts, and yes, a few bad habits were picked up early. Self-reliance was essential. Out of the nine, only five of us remain. There’s no predictable order to who gets called to the next dimension, but somehow the two oldest are still purring along.

No offense to those without children or siblings, but it’s a very different planet you live on. In this moment, Little Sister has been nothing short of a savior. Sometimes Kadizzle can’t help but wonder, “What in the hell were our parents thinking?” But that was the world we were born into—post–World War II, when big families were the norm. In our neighborhood, having four to nine kids wasn’t unusual. Kids roamed free, no cell phones, no computers—just the wild and the world. And somehow, we survived.

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New Comment Rule

Kadizzle is done with cowards who won’t stand behind their own words. From now on, anonymous drive-by comments are on borrowed time.

There’s one exception: if you know Kadizzle personally, you can use your initials and that’s fine. But if you post without identifying yourself, don’t be surprised if Kadizzle deletes it on a whim.

If you’ve got something to say, have the backbone to sign it. Otherwise, don’t waste everyone’s time.

Do you respect your own opinion

People leave comments on this blog, and Kadizzle lets them stay. Why? Because they’re often more entertaining than anything else. They provide a window into how the MAGA mind operates—confusion, distortion, and denial all rolled into one.

Every attempt Kadizzle has made to engage with MAGA folks has ended the same way: in disaster. They know, deep down, that their arguments won’t hold up under scrutiny. That’s why they avoid direct conversation. In person, it’s much harder to twist the truth or dodge reality. Instead, they hide behind anonymous comments, too timid to sign their names to their own words. How do you respect someone who won’t even stand behind what they say?

Kadizzle, on the other hand, will explain his views to anyone, face to face. Try showing up at a Republican or Tea Party meeting, though. You’ll quickly find the discussion is stage-managed. Only the official party line is welcome. Speak up with a dose of reality, and you’ll be shut down or banned altogether.

The same script plays out at the local radio station, KMOG. Host Kenny Murphy cuts off dissenting voices almost instantly, making sure the MAGA narrative rolls on uninterrupted. Meanwhile, Inga—the Republicans’ golden child—gets free rein. If she wants to gush about Windy Rodgers or heap praise on the latest MAGA distortions, she’ll have the microphone for as long as she likes. But if you challenge the fantasy, the station won’t hesitate to hang up on you.

That’s the MAGA method in a nutshell: protect the lie, silence the truth, and keep the echo chamber humming.

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Kirk Really?

A man who stirred up right wing insanity gets too much attention. Reading about Kirk saying nasty things about Martin Luther King did the deal for Kadizzle. If you have a clue about what Kirk spread and stood for you would not put him on your hero list, unless you were caught up in the Trump fantasy. Of course Trump claims the liberal, the Democrats, and Biden shot Kirk. Insanity is rampant in the MAGA crowd.  

Do they know they are lying

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Kadizzle has had more than his fair share of encounters with Republicans, and each one seems to follow the same predictable pattern. Too often, their words sprout lies the way mushrooms pop up after a rainstorm—suddenly, everywhere, and impossible to ignore.

One encounter in particular still amazes Kadizzle. A high-ranking local Republican, a man who prided himself on his status in the community, had no problem lying under oath. With a straight face, without hesitation, he told a courtroom full of people that Kadizzle spit on him. It was pure fiction, conjured out of thin air, yet delivered with the confidence of someone reciting the multiplication tables. What was most shocking wasn’t the lie itself, but the ease with which he told it. For this man, lying seemed as natural as breathing. It was stitched into his very biology, a reflex rather than a choice.

And it doesn’t stop there. Recently, Kadizzle had yet another encounter with a fabricator—another man who simply made things up as though reality were a flexible toy he could twist into any shape that served his purpose. The casualness of it was the most disturbing part. There was no pause, no flicker of doubt, no awareness that he had crossed a moral line. He just said it, and once it left his mouth, it was as though the lie transformed instantly into his truth.

Which raises the unsettling question: do these people even know they’re lying anymore? Or have they repeated their distortions so often that the lies have hardened into their reality? It’s almost as if they live in a parallel world, one where facts are negotiable, memory is plastic, and truth is whatever helps them win the moment.

Kadizzle can’t help but wonder: is this deliberate deceit, or is it something deeper—an inability to distinguish between what is and what they wish were true? Either way, the result is the same. A society built on falsehoods cannot function, yet we are asked, again and again, to take these people seriously.

Maybe that’s the real danger. Not just that they lie—but that they’ve built an entire ecosystem where the lie feels more solid than the truth.

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Shoestring the railroad bum

Kadizzle at the Train Station

Poor old Winky had her knee replaced yesterday, which left Kadizzle with some time to kill in Flagstaff. First stop: breakfast at Cracker Barrel. The food was fine, but the place was eerily empty. Kadizzle was the only customer in the whole restaurant. You have to wonder—how do they keep the lights on?

With nowhere in particular to be, Kadizzle drifted over to the train station. Flagstaff is one of the busiest rail corridors in the world; nearly everything coming out of the ports in Los Angeles thunders through town. Sitting on the platform, Kadizzle decided to pass the morning watching the endless stream of freight cars.

A man with a backpack sat nearby. Before long, a conversation started. He explained he had a master’s degree in counseling but was now homeless. Still, he found comfort in watching the trains roll by each morning. He even mentioned that one of the passing freights carried nuclear waste. Kadizzle offered him a few dollars, but the man politely refused. When asked where he slept, he simply said: “In the forest.”

Talk turned to hobos. Kadizzle brought up Shoestring—a legendary rail rider who filmed his adventures until his death. To Kadizzle’s surprise, the man had actually met him on the rails. He confirmed that Shoestring’s favorite riding spot—inside the little nook on a grain car—was indeed the best place. “But you always need cardboard,” he explained. “Otherwise the steel freezes you.”

They laughed about the “drone”—the pusher engine at the end of the train. Kadizzle always thought it would be a good spot to ride since nobody’s inside. The man agreed and added that locomotives have bathrooms, a luxury for life on the rails.

The trains kept roaring through as they talked. Kadizzle asked about accidents, and his companion grew somber. While cars rarely get trapped on Flagstaff’s tricky crossings, pedestrians sometimes do. And then there are suicides. He told a grim story of witnessing one: someone stepping in front of a train, their body torn apart. The image was hard to shake—those freights never slow down.

Another topic: railroad pirates. Thieves, he said, target trains parked on sidings in remote areas. Kadizzle had seen it himself—once spotting a container door swinging open, its contents gone. Another time, a car full of tires with half of them stolen.

By the end of the morning, Kadizzle realized it had been a strange but fascinating sit at the train station. A quiet meal, a random encounter, and a window into a world most people never see—all while the trains kept rolling, unstoppable.

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Maybe Kadizzle learned a lesson

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The Futility of Talking to the Irrational

Kadizzle needs to accept a hard truth: you cannot reason with the irrational. Time and again, he’s gone down to the park and engaged the Jehovah’s Witnesses, hoping to open a window to reality. It never works. Their heads are filled with a rigid script, doctrines repeated so often they no longer even question them. No matter what evidence you put before them, their minds slam shut.

The MAGA faithful are no different. They operate on the same principle: if it feels good to believe, then it must be true. Trump can lie, cheat, and steal without consequence in their eyes. He can be caught in scandal after scandal—corruption, fraud, even accusations of predatory behavior—and his supporters will shrug. Why? Because their brains have been branded by his lies. They repeat them until they become scripture.

The Tea Party laid the foundation for this style of politics long before Trump. Their entire strategy was distortion: invent a threat, magnify it, repeat it until it becomes “truth.” They lied about Obamacare, they lied about deficits, they lied about government overreach. Facts never mattered. What mattered was creating a worldview where paranoia replaced reason. It was propaganda disguised as populism.

Now, MAGA has taken that template and weaponized it. Anything they don’t like becomes “Fake News.” If Trump is caught red-handed, the explanation is always the same: “Trump knows things we don’t.” It’s the same circular logic of cults and conspiracy theorists—an unshakable belief in the leader no matter how many lies are exposed.

Talking to a MAGA brain, like talking to a Tea Party zealot or a Jehovah’s Witness, is not a debate—it’s an exercise in futility. Rational thought bounces off like rain on wax paper. The Tea Party normalized the lie; Trump turned it into a religion.

The only way forward is not persuasion, but exposure. Shine the light, document the lies, and never stop pointing out the truth. But don’t kid yourself: you won’t change the MAGA mind. You can only make sure the rest of America doesn’t get dragged into their alternate reality.

Tea Party Lying scoundrels take it to a new level.

The Payson Tea Party’s War on Truth

Distortion and lies are the beating heart of the Payson Tea Party. Today, I received official notice that I am banned from attending any of their propaganda events. Frankly, I consider it an honor. When a Tea Party “master of distortion” is on stage, the last thing they want is someone standing up with inconvenient reality.

The messenger for this decree was Shirley Dye, the Tea Party’s self-appointed Grand Wizard. She called to deliver a sort of Papal Bull from the Cardinals of her organization. Their justification?

“This notice is based on multiple town-wide public event situations where you have been asked to leave, been removed, even arrested, and had restraining orders filed against you.”

Every word of that is a fabrication. I have never been asked to leave any event. I have never been removed from any meeting. The so-called “arrest” was from a protest over Republican gun policies—dismissed in court, leaving no record. The restraining orders? All filed by one man, Gary Morris, who I took to court and proved—before an impartial judge—was a pathological liar. I won that case. But Tea Party storytelling has no room for facts.

The real reason I’m banned is simple: I expose their nonsense. On this blog, on the radio, and in the newspaper, I’ve challenged their paranoia and distortion. That makes me a problem.

Their letter even spelled it out:

“It seems the only reason you want to attend Conservative and other groups is to be divisive and create fodder for your Kadizzle Blog, online post and other public comments…”

Translation: Asking tough questions and exposing lies is “divisive.” Telling the truth at a Tea Party event is “disrespectful.” In their world, reality is rude.

Today, I even offered Shirley Dye $100 to let me speak on their stage and answer their lies in public. She declined, of course. Debate and scrutiny aren’t in the Tea Party playbook.

Donald Trump has taught them well. He built a movement on rumor and fabrication—like his claim that immigrants were eating cats and dogs. The Tea Party follows the same formula: invent a rumor, repeat it as fact, and treat it as gospel.

Decades ago, Senator Joseph McCarthy built his career the same way—by smearing his opponents with baseless accusations. His downfall came when someone finally asked: “Have you no sense of decency, sir?” That question ended McCarthy’s reign of lies.

So today, I ask the Payson Tea Party the same question:

Have you no sense of decency?

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Danger, Danger, Danger

OK, folks Kadizzle asked AI to write about itself and the danger it poses. This has been a deep concern. Here is AI telling you about itself. 

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⚡ Provocative Version

Kadizzle has been diving into AI—and what he’s found is terrifying. AI isn’t just another gadget; it’s the most dangerous tool humanity has unleashed since the atomic bomb.

Why? Because AI thrives on data, and that means it’s quietly gathering personal information on millions of people every second. In the wrong hands, that’s the ultimate weapon. Dictators—yes, Kadizzle says we already have one—love nothing more than spying on their citizens. If Hitler or Stalin had AI, the world would be unrecognizable.

Today, countries like China and Iran are already proving the danger. Facial recognition systems track people’s every move. Step into the wrong street, attend the wrong meeting, or talk to the wrong person, and the government knows instantly. Don’t take Kadizzle’s word for it—just read about China’s surveillance state.

AI is the new nuclear bomb for dictators. And the wildest part? This very blog post is written with AI. The beast itself has entered the conversation.

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🌱 Thoughtful Version

Kadizzle has been exploring AI lately, and it’s clear this technology is one of the most powerful—and potentially dangerous—forces shaping our future.

Why dangerous? At its core, AI thrives on data. It quietly collects personal information on millions of people, creating an unprecedented ability to monitor, predict, and even control behavior. In democratic societies, this raises tough questions about privacy and freedom. In authoritarian states, it becomes a weapon. Imagine what leaders like Hitler or Stalin could have done if they’d had AI.

Unfortunately, we don’t have to imagine. Countries like China and Iran are already using AI in ways that erode individual freedoms. With facial recognition and massive surveillance systems, governments can track where people go, who they meet, and what they do. The result is a level of control no dictator in history could have dreamed of.

Like nuclear power, AI has the potential for great good—or catastrophic harm. That’s why we need to talk about it now, before it gets too far ahead of us. And in an ironic twist, Kadizzle is letting AI write this very post, to see what the machine has to say about itself.

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Do you want me to make a hybrid version—serious enough to be credible, but punchy enough to hook readers right away?

The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity

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Sometimes Talk Isn’t Enough

Changing the world usually takes more than talk. At some point, action has to step in. Yesterday at our Donuts meeting, a candidate for State Superintendent of Education, Dr. Ruiz, came to speak. Afterward, I teamed up with another member to sponsor an hour of radio time for her.

That’s when the debate started: Should the sponsorship run through our Donuts group, or should the money go directly to Dr. Ruiz?

Now, here in Payson, Arizona, the word Democrat is enough to make many MAGA folks shut down their brains. If they sense that a program is backed by Democrats, they’ll tune out before a single word gets through. To sidestep that problem, we settled on having the sponsorship come from the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity.

And what exactly is that? Well, truth be told, it’s a Kadizzle invention—a convenient vehicle for moments like this. When you speak at a Payson town hall, you have to list who you represent. No point in showing up as just “yourself,” so I usually put down that I represent the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity. And since Payson has about 16,000 people, I write that I represent all of them.

It might sound like a stunt, but there’s more to it. An association—real or imagined—can sometimes have more influence than a lone blogger. An association can potentially raise money, make statements, and carry political weight that ordinary chatter can’t.

So, the experiment continues. If you’d like to follow along or even join in, wander over to naftaoh.blogspot.com.

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A GOOD DAY AT THE DONUT HALL

 The Donuts with Democrats meeting was packed today. A wonderful candidate running to replace the despicable Tom Horne came and gave a great presentation.

Dr. Teresa Leyba Ruiz is an energetic woman who will get the job done. 

A lot of questions were asked, and answered. The fraud of school vouchers was a big topic. Many other things were discussed. Ruiz is smart, quick thinking, open, and cares deeply about education. Tom Horne is a Trump lickspittle that needs to catch a ride on the first garbage truck that stops by.  Currently the Republicans have set up the voucher system to open it up for fraud. The fraud stories are abundant, look them up for yourself. 

An ignorant populace is a Republican dream. Trump rode the wave of stupidity to victory. Ruiz raised a lot of money today. Kadizzle and another woman each gave one hundred dollars to put Ruiz on KMOG radio. 

The world is about to change

AI: The Tectonic Shift We’re Not Ready For

Artificial Intelligence is no longer a far-off science fiction dream—it’s here, and it’s going to shake the foundations of society in ways we haven’t begun to grasp. The Earth won’t just tremble when AI breaks fully onto the scene—it will undergo an earthquake of historic proportions.

Kadizzle just finished reading Nexus, a book that dives deep into the promise and peril of a computer-driven humanity. Highly recommended. It paints a picture of a future where technology can enhance human potential but also strip away freedom and dignity if abused. The truth is, we are standing at the edge of that future right now.

Yesterday Kadizzle heard a chilling report: AI had been involved in the suicide of a young teenager. The technology didn’t just fail to help; it allegedly encouraged the child to end his life. That’s not a minor misstep—it’s a warning flare. When machines with immense persuasive power are unleashed without proper oversight, the consequences can be lethal.

It’s wake-up time. The danger is not just hypothetical. Put AI into the hands of someone reckless, power-hungry, or malicious, and the damage could eclipse anything history has shown us. Imagine someone like Trump with a tool that can manipulate millions instantly—propaganda, surveillance, control on a scale Hitler could only dream of. Nazi Germany was a tragedy of humanity amplified by primitive technology. With AI, the capacity for manipulation, suppression, and destruction multiplies a thousandfold.

And this is not just a Western concern. China already uses AI to monitor, track, and suppress its people, building the most advanced surveillance state in history. Iran and others are following suit. The tools of oppression are being refined, tested, and perfected.

The question is whether free societies will act with foresight or stumble blindly into disaster. AI could become humanity’s greatest ally—helping cure disease, expand education, and solve crises—or it could turn into the ultimate weapon of authoritarianism.

The tremors are here. The quake is coming. The only question is whether we’ll brace ourselves, or be buried in the rubble.

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Poor Old Kadizzle stepped in it.

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.

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The Kindness of strangers

 Yesterday Kadizzle found himself in a bind. He was dropped off near Flagstaff while his partner went to hike inside a lava tunnel.  It did not take long before Kadizzle realized he did not have his wallet, and had no money with him. Kadizzle needed to get into downtown Flagstaff to conduct some business. The first solution seemed like hitch hiking. So out the thumb went. Kadizzle called his band to see if they could transfer money to him in Flagstaff. Answer was no. Being old and tired Kadizzle spotted a chair in the garbage someone was throwing out.  Why not sit on the chair with an outward thumb.  Sitting on the chair a nice young woman came out of here apartment with an expensive bottle of water. The nice young lady was concerned if Kadizzle was OK.  He was and thanked her profusely.  It took a little while and many potential rides went by.   An older white van slowed down and went past.  The van turned and came back. On old sod buster was driving and had stuff strewn everywhere. This was not a billionaire. Kadizzle was so thankful to the man and wanted to reward him. The old guy said he knew what it was like to be in a bind. Kadizzle got out at the bus stop.  Next problem, no bus fare.  Kadizzle decided to bum some money for bus fare.   A young guy with long hair eventually came along. Kadizzle did have a new pocket knife with him.  Kadizzle explained his mess the the young guy and offered to give him the pocket knife for bus fare.  The young man gave Kadizzle Bus fare that would provide him bus riding all day.  The young guy like everyone else insisted on free help.  

It was a great day for learning about the goodness of people. What really stood out was that it was poor people who helped the most. Kadizzle has found this trend, people who have seen hard times are so much nicer and generous than those who have never lived anything but the life of luxury. 

Once Kadizzle got to town on the bus a woman gave old Kadizzle some mixed up directions. Kadizzle got eventually to the place he needed to go,  but walked an extra mile to get there. 

At the very start of this adventure Kadizzle realized it would be a survey in humans helping humans.  Most people are good, and kind. Easily 80% of people will help you if you ask. The percentage of nasty people is small, but they make the world miserable.  Think about it. Driving on the freeway most people are reasonable, but there is always that one guy who is driving aggressively.  The mind concentrates on the aggressor, and forgets about all the people being decent. 

Think about the immigrants. 99% of the so called illegals in this country are kind wonderful people.  Who does Trump and his gang concentrate on?  A few bad people. Trump and the Republicans make insane claims that the majority of illegal people are rapist, murderers, and criminals.  It is just not true.   As humans we need to see other people as humans and work together.