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.
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.
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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