Deals up in Flames

Early in the week it looked like we would be parting with the good ship. Not so. The economics of the buyer did not work out.  So it looks like our sailing life will continue for the time being. Thinking the good ship would be sold Kadizzle looked at a motorcycle.  Luckily Kadizzle held off to see if the boat sold.  So now back to square one.  It seems like we are going in circles.

Today we buzzed down to Bismarck. Cissie made a phone call to talk to our old friend Dina Butcher.  It was to make a lunch date.  Dina mentioned she did the NPR Story Core at the capital grounds in Bismarck.  Dina said they needed more people to participate so Kadizzle just by chance got there when there was an open appointment.  Dina agreed to interview Kadizzle.  So sometime in the near future the Kadizzle story will be in the archive of Story Core.  In retrospect the story was not that good so it will probably never make it any farther than the archive, but it was an interesting and fun experience. Kadizzle invited the two young ladies who run the Story Core trailer to sail.  If it works out perhaps they will sail on Sunday with Kadizzle, that should be fun.

Low information

Trump comes to Fargo, the idiots come out in droves.  Only a smack down will curb the desire to live the fantasy.  All my life I wondered how could people ever let someone like Hitler come to power, now it is being demonstrated right in front of me.  The sheer number of ignorant people so desperate to buy into a big lie.  Our forefathers had a lot of concerns about letting everyone vote.  That always seemed undemocratic, but when you see what happens when dolts are allowed to vote perhaps it made a lot of sense.  When you go to an expert you are admitting there is a lot you do not know.  Some of the old political systems were based on the idea that you picked a smart person to represent you because you knew you were not that smart.  What has happened now is people did not pick a smart man to represent them. They picked a hateful, greedy, ego driven childish man.  Trump's followers just want someone that mimics them.  Trump voters want someone who says a little hate and greed is just fine.  Trump voters want a man who shows them how to blame all their problems on someone else.

Every time it seems it can get no worse it does.  The more absurd and dishonest Trump is the better his supporters like him.   Will the country return to normalcy?  Slowly Trump is driving the economy into the ground.  His tax cuts for the rich are a joke.  Until people suffer economically they will ride the wave of Trump stupidity.  It is very sad that we have to suffer to learn, but such is life.

A Life Change

By the end of the week the Kadizzles should know if the good ship is sold.  The prospect seems good. A truck driver wants to buy the good ship. Kadizzle has had a sailboat since 1982.  That means we have been sailing for 36 years.  A lot of water has been plowed through in that time. If indeed the ship goes it will be time for some adventures of a different flavor. Kadizzle would like to do some international travel, and of course work for world peace.  Summer time travel has been skimpy during the boating years so the old Earth Module may see some summer action.  For the times they are a changing.

Me and Boby McGee

It's really me and Jasper Littlebottom.  Jasper and Kadizzle are headed to the lake.  Not much wind, but it will be the first time Littlebottom has sailed this year.  Littlebottom has had too much coffee and is jumping around more than usual like a wild bean.  The ship will be fully stocked with material for gin and tonics, wine, and enough goodies to make it a couple days. Hopefully we can catch up with some of the fleet that is out there. The fleet is limited because so many people had to take their boats out of the water because of the slip disaster. 

Littlebottom is complaining about getting all the crap ready.  When Kadizzle goes by himself it just takes two hamburgers, buns, eggs, butter, and off we go, but not Jasper.  Jasper takes so many little tweakers that Kadizzle cannot list them all.  Kadizzle can lose weight on his own, but when Jasper comes and cooks, well you know what happens.  Jasper is worried that this blog is announcing to all the thieves that we will be gone, so she is going to lock the house.  If you are a thief and planning on robbing us don't waste your time.  There is not much in the house worth stealing.  You will probably lose money on the robbery when you do the math.  When you buy gas, and figure your hourly rate your best bet is to chose a different home.  If you do rob us please take all the stuff Jasper will not let me throw out.  Also most of the stuff that looks expensive is fake.  Please take enough stuff to go over the insurance deductable.  Break everything you can in the master bath because we want to remodel it.  New, computers would be nice, please steal all of them.  If you have any questions about what we would like stolen, please just message us.  Watch what you eat out of the fridge, some of it is pretty old.  Don't get hurt, we don't want any law suits.  Please clean up when you are done, because Kadizzle will be blamed for the mess you make.  Don't touch any ice cream it all has ebola.  Cut the furniture in the living room to shreds like you are looking for money in the cushions, it all needs to be replaced.  When you break in use the back door, the screen does not go up and down the way it should.  Smash the hell out of it.  If you want steal the car and total it. We still owe money on the car.  You could ram the garage door on the right I just tried to fix it, and a new one would be nice.  If we come home and find you have properly robbed us, we will send you a bonus.  If it is a windy day set the house on fire.  We have been trying to sell the house with little luck.  There is plenty of gas in the shed.  If we get a good insurance settlement you could get a big bonus, because there will be no realtor fee, and remember the fire will erase the fingerprints.

Cannot Sleep

The sun is doing its best to get an erection.  Kadizzle sits here at 4:57 A.M.   A brief check of the New York Times is complete.  A few Hoopleheads from Dickinson on facebook are acting up.  A bird just woke up and is squawking.  It was a big victory for the flower shop in Hazen yesterday.  Stacy said she would stay closed until Trump freed the children.  It worked, Trump gave in.   God bless Stacy.  The Hoopleheads are an amazing bunch.  Trump can tell them the moon is cheese in the morning, and in the afternoon he will claim it is vanilla ice cream.  The Hoopleheads did not do well in school they cannot remember anything.  Trump loves the Hoopleheads, you can sell them anything. Trump has sold them steaks, and admission to his fake university.  Most amazing of all Trump has actually said he loves the poorly educated.  The Hoopleheads like the adulation. The great thing about the Hooples is they take such pride in being stupid.  As Trump robs them blind they relish the idea they can get free tickets to see him live in Fargo.   Then you have his little buddy Cramer in North Dakota.  If Trump spit Cramer would lick it up.  Cramer actually said there is nothing wrong with children behind chain link fences. It happens all the times at little league, and on the playground.  The Hoopleheads adore Cramer he is just like them, an idiot.  Today Kadizzle will go out among the unwashed and bath in the glory or right wing insanity.  The Hoopleheads tell me the reason double barreled shot guns were made was so you could shoot off both your feet.  That is why our constitution made sure the Hooples could have guns.

What a day at the Crazy Club

Stroupini returned from the West Coast.  Crazy Club owner Mike showed up, Marsh, Shiny, and the owner of the local flower shop came in.  The fireworks started.  Everyone was going nuts over the Republicans audacity to remove children from parents.  Mike wanted to go to Fargo and protest Trump when he comes to lie and distort for the resident rat Congressman Cramer.  The whopper was Mrs. Flower.  Mrs Flower closed the door on her shop and has a big sign out front.  She will not open until Trump frees the children.  It worked today Trump caved under the pressure from the flower shop. Trump reversed his stand and assured us he loves children more than Jesus.  Trump has stepped into a pile of it with his insane actions.  If only people can remember to November.   That will be the new slogan.

Adventures on the Lake.

Kadizzle took off yesterday by himself and sailed to Moose Bay.  A very pleasant sail.  After cooking dinner Kadizzle got bored and sailed over to Walleye Bay.  A pleasant night ensued and the sleeping was excellent.  Back out on the big lake and time to head East.  Wonderful day and the boat was sailing itself so well Kadizzle could sit on the bow and enjoy the morning sun.  Again boredom set in so Kadizzle decided to harass Scott Hennen on his right wing propaganda show on KFYR radio.  Hennen lt the whipping of his morality go on farther than Kadizzle thought possible.  Kadizzle called him to task on his lack of morality for not standing up to Trumps lies, and greed.  After a little back and forth and Hennen claiming Trump did not lie, it is just a matter of perception,  Hennen finally cut Kadizzle off. Of course this set fire to the Hoopleheads and it was fun to hear them call in and refer to Kadizzle as a communist and a socialist. 

Back at the Marina Kadizzle had some astounding good fortune and a good idea.  Seeing some empty slips Kadizzle called the renters and got permission to use one.  Since the disaster at the other boat slips forced Kadizzle to tie into shore this is indeed good fortune. Now the boat has a new home and here we sit getting this slip ready to be occupied by putting the water and electricity to the good ship.

Running around the marina Kadizzle met a nice couple traveling the country.  Invited them out for a sail and was a good time.  They really like the lake.

Don't mess with old people

AN OLD WOMAN WALKED UP AND TIED HER OLD MULE TO THE HITCHING POST.
AS SHE STOOD THERE, BRUSHING SOME OF THE DUST FROM HER FACE AND CLOTHES, A YOUNG GUNSLINGER STEPPED OUT OF THE SALOON WITH A GUN IN ONE HAND AND A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY IN THE OTHER. THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER LOOKED AT THE OLD WOMAN AND LAUGHED, "HEY OLD WOMAN, HAVE YOU EVER DANCED?"

THE OLD WOMAN LOOKED UP AT THE GUNSLINGER AND SAID, "NO,... I NEVER DID DANCE... NEVER REALLY WANTED TO."

A CROWD HAD GATHERED AS THE GUNSLINGER GRINNED AND SAID "WELL, YOU OLD BAG, YOU'RE GONNA DANCE NOW," AND STARTED SHOOTING AT THE OLD WOMAN'S FEET.

THE OLD WOMAN PROSPECTOR -- NOT WANTING TO GET HER TOE BLOWN OFF --STARTED HOPPING AROUND. EVERYBODY WAS LAUGHING. WHEN HIS LAST BULLET HAD BEEN FIRED, THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER, STILL LAUGHING, HOLSTERED HIS GUN AND TURNED AROUND TO GO BACK INTO THE SALOON.

THE OLD WOMAN TURNED TO HER PACK MULE, PULLED OUT A DOUBLE-BARRELED SHOTGUN, AND COCKED BOTH HAMMERS.
THE LOUD CLICKS CARRIED CLEARLY THROUGH THE DESERT AIR, AND THE CROWD STOPPED LAUGHING IMMEDIATELY.

THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER HEARD THE SOUNDS, TOO, AND HE TURNED AROUND VERY SLOWLY. THE SILENCE WAS ALMOST DEAFENING. THE CROWD WATCHED AS THE YOUNG GUNMAN STARED AT THE OLD WOMAN AND THE LARGE GAPING HOLES OF THOSE TWIN BARRELS.

THE BARRELS OF THE SHOTGUN NEVER WAVERED IN THE OLD WOMAN'S HANDS, AS SHE QUIETLY SAID, "SON, HAVE YOU EVER KISSED A MULE'S ASS?"

THE GUNSLINGER SWALLOWED HARD AND SAID, "NO M'AM... BUT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO.

THERE ARE FIVE LESSONS HERE FOR ALL OF US:

1 - Never be arrogant.
2 - Don't waste ammunition.
3 - Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
4 - Always make sure you know who has the power.
5 - Don't mess with old people; they didn't get old by being stupid.

Go West Young Man

Kadizzle may sail west today as a lone sailor.  The weather is overcast, but there will be a wind out of the North East, a good wind to go West.  Handling the 34 foot boat alone can be tricky.  Falling overboard is not a good plan.  Sailing alone Kadizzle lets a small line trail the boat.  Hopefully the line will allow the captain to pull the ladder down and regain control of the ship.  Simply having someone to steer the beast is a lot of help.  Perhaps Kadizzle can shanghai some help.  That would mean going into a bar in Pick City and hitting a drunk over the head like they used to do in the old days.  What would a drunk think if he woke up on my boat.  I could tell the drunk he got on the boat voluntarily. Oh, that bump on your head?  You fell.

Pay me now or pay me later

Warning, this may be a rant.  Taxes, those dreadful cost you have to pay, but what do they do? Taxes pay for a lot of things, but they pay for the roads, bridges, and a lot of things that keep us safe.  So what happens when you don't maintain bridges? Sometimes the bridges fall into the river.  It happened in West Virginia right after Kadizzle rode his motorcycle through Point Pleasant in West Virginia when he was going to college.  The bridge was full of Christmas traffic and people were killed.  Along come the Republicans who want to cut taxes on the rich so the poor cannot have safe bridges, but the rich will have safe yachts.  The rich don't use the roads, they fly over them in jets. So the rich are not too concerned about the bridges falling down.  Let the country crumble as long as we get tax breaks.  Also it is nice to have a war now and then, and after all that is what taxes are for.  As the Trumpster takes us toward the dictatorship he loves we glide to our delusional happiness watching Fox news.  Now remember we are all going to be rich some day.  That is why we must by lottery tickets.  If you are going to be rich you should plan for it.  Part of the plan is making sure you do not have to pay taxes when your lottery number is chosen.   So vote Republican even though you are caught in traffic on a bridge about to fall down. As they say shit happens.  Now we all have to decide what is important and what is not. Golf is important.  As a nation we have spent 17 million so Trump can golf, but no health care for the poor, and dammit let that bridge fall in we have to get Air Force One to Florida, and that ain't cheap.  Got to go now Fox News is on and it feels so much better when they tell me everything is peachy, it is just those constantly bitching liberals always wanting to get someone else money.

Grandma was slow, but she was old

Ain't no big hurry.  The marina was blown apart by the wind so the State Park management told all the boat owners to get their boats out.  Sounds simple, but putting sailboats in and out of the water is not much fun.  Remember that thing called a keel that sticks down from the bottom of a sailboat?  Kadizzle decided not to take his boat out, but to "mud it in", or tie it to the shore.  So for two days Kadizzle has been setting up the stakes and tie downs to do that.

Rain Crows

Far away and long ago Kadizzle remembers the old country store owner talking about the rain crows.  Lutrel would say " It's going to rain the rain crows are going".   So here Kadizzle sits fifty years later.  The Kadizzles got up at three in the morning unable to sleep.  Kadizzle got up and made coffee.  Outside the rain crows are going strong.  In accordance with yesterday's advice about looking into things Kadizzle checked out what a rain crow is.  Well it turns out it is a yellow billed cuckoo.  Sadly Kadizzle realizes that for fifty years he has been thinking the rain crow was the morning dove.  The old Hillbilly myth is that when the rain crow blows it will rain or storm.  Morning doves go all day long and the Earth would be flooded if indeed they predicted rain.  That noise out back is a morning dove.  Who cares?  As far as Kadizzle is concerned it is a rain crow.

Up at the lake a catastrophe has unfolded.  The docks moved and crushed the gangway to the boats.  Seems like the park is over reacting a little.  They want all the boats to leave the marina for three weeks.  This will be painful for boat owners.  Kadizzle has to figure out where he can put the Sovereign for three weeks while they repair the marina.  Taking the boat out of the water would be a rectum pain.  Today will be the day Kadizzle drives around to check the options for a home for the boat. 

Today is meeting day down at the Crazy Club.  Stroupini is in Washington, and it may be a sparse showing for membership.

Seems like Trump is trying to compete with our crazy club in Singapore.  Trump's crazy club has two of the craziest people on Earth.  When it comes to delusional and insane they got the deal going.  Trumps ability to lie is amazing.  How any rational human cannot see that Trump is bug fucking crazy eludes Kadizzle.  Sorry for the profanity, but it sums up Trump.  The bugs he happens to be interceding with are the Rednecks, and the Republicans.  Kadizzle just watched a humorous takeoff on the movie trailer Trump showed Kim Jong whatever his name is.  Amazing insanity.  Trump actually showed the North Korean dictator a short promotional clip of the two dictators and the great things they have done.  You just cannot get any more nutty than Trump.  Trump said he saw the North Koreans firing tanks from the beach.  What comes to that idiot's mind?  Condominiums, yup, the brain dead Trump sees a display of military might by North Korea firing into the ocean and says " What a nice beach for a condominium.  Trump has the brain of a twelve year old on a good day.  The North Korean dictator had his uncle shot with an anti aircraft gun, has hundreds of thousands of people in concentration camps, tortures people, and starves his own people to death, and Trump says he is a wonderful guy you can trust.  Here we are deep in North Dakota the land of the Hoopleheads that worship at the feet of Trump and Cramer.   Absolutely amazing.

Ignorance is no excuse

Kadizzle was getting some thoughts in his head about the water flowing through the dam at Pick City.  Do they run all the water past the turbines or is a lot of the water released without doing any work to produce electricity?  Well there is a simple solution, call up the person running the generators and find out.  Kadizzle called some nice young woman at the Garrison dam and she gave him the answer.  All the water is producing electricity except 3,000 cubic feet per second which is going through the flood tunnel.  What is the point of all this?  The point is you can go down to the coffee shop and hear all sorts of nonsense and you can believe any of it you want.  On the other hand you can check for real information from people who actually know.  In the modern age of the internet doing your own research is easy.  Sadly most people would rather just let Fox News, or Rush lie to them.  In the end the question is do you want to know, or do you want to believe.  You can believe thing that are wrong.  Knowing is a little different.  You might believe there are 12 eggs in the carton you just bought, but you will not know until you open it.  We live in a nation of believers, not knowers.

Xanadu

Someone who cares finally bought our old boat Xanadu, or as Bob calls it Karumba.  The Kadizzle family spent twelve good years sailing that boat and had a lot of great times on it.  Our two girls grew to be brave and love the outdoors every weekend sailing on that ship.  Xanadu went through storms, groundings, and every sailing mishap imaginable.  Kadizzle helped the new owner get the old girl going again.  It will be so nice to see that yellow hull one more time one the lake.  Sadly too many idiots owned and never used it.  They put things away incorrectly and ruined a lot of good equipment.  Xanadu has an unusual engine. It has what is called a saildrive.  The engine is like an outboard that sticks right through the bottom of the hull behind the keel.  The idea has some merit.  Sailboats if moderately taken care of will last a long time in fresh water.  There are really no moving parts to speak of and the sails can go a long time if cared for.  We fiddled around with some polishing compounds and it seems like the color will come back with some work.  Just cannot wait to see that boat cleaned up and sailing like the days of old.  Remember so many good memories with Megan and Erin on that boat.  Kadizzle cannot recommend any better way to raise girls than making sailors out of them.  They become self confident, and learn a lot about decision making. 

When the girls were growing up and we were sailing it became the custom if there was squabbling to just throw the offender overboard.  Dad would say if you don't behave you are getting "pitched".  Pitched became part of our language at home and on the lake.  The best part was Kadizzle would actually do it.  Just pick the little rascal up and throw them in the lake.   It was a wonderful solution. The cold water usually changed their attitude and they could watch the boat sail away.  Sometimes even if they were behaving they got pitched.  It was a safety drill.  A good crew and ship should know how to retrieve someone from the water.  What better way to do it than throw a kid overboard.  On a warm sunny day we would pitch someone by surprise.  Then the drill started and the boat maneuvered under sail to pick them up.

We used to have an inflatable kayak.  Megan and Erin would be back behind the Xanadu in the Kayak for a long time having a good ride and mom and dad got some peace and quiet.  Both kids turned out to be good water dogs.  Erin always amazed us with how cold water did not bother her at all.

Our Town

Lauren got a notion to revamp the park next to the library in Hazen.  The old guard has been shoveling, weeding, moving gravel, and tilling.  The younger generation is hopeless.  Young people have no sense of donating to the community.  In the old days people built things for the city.  The city is so damn cheap we lack sidewalks in many places.  If you want something, you get a bunch of people scrape up some money, some material, and volunteers.  That is how everything got done.  Now we live in a new age.  The young want someone else to do it.  They want things just to appear.  In the big city you don't build your own park, you don't plan your own festival, you just go to the park and the festival.  Now we live in a world of me, me,  me.   What can I do for me.  Republicans have played on this.  Republicans hate the notion of sharing.  Why should I help do something for someone else when I could be building a fence in my own backyard?  Why should I pay taxes for the common good when I could use that money to buy a bigger fishing boat?  Why do I owe the world anything.  Republicans have a neat way of forgetting someone else won the wars, someone else made the streets, and someone else paid for the schools.  So lets do like Trump and get rid of the government, and taxes.  Let's all get rich by paying no taxes.  Lets just borrow money from China when we need something.  The Chinese will be glad to buy sidewalks for Hazen.  Maybe the Chinese will build us a park. Trump has destroyed all sense of human decency, and who has helped him do it? The fundamentalist Christians.  Trump can lie, steal, or screw porn stars, but he is their hero.  Go figure.

The 99% Is a Myth—Here's How It Really Breaks Down

The Stan Rodgers Glee Club

In spurts the members of the Stan Rodgers Glee Club arrived at the barn.  Kadizzle rode with Shanika to the event.  We got there early so Shanika could set up his wokinator.  The wokinator is Shanika's invention for cooking stir fried food.  Seem's like the Glee Club has been singing together for over thirty years.  Of course there is some eating and drinking going on also.  Harvey the owner of the barn has done a magnificent job of turning the hay loft into a unique gathering place.  In the corner is a bar salvaged from an establishment in Pick City.  The stage is complete with an elaborate sound system.  The old men all gathered and sang the old songs, The Parting Glass, The Northwest Passage, and a plethora of folk songs from way back.

Just about all of us have put some pounds around the belly.  A couple have shrunk, and age is taking it's toll. 

God Bless Honest Omar

As all good Kadizzle readers know we are trying to start a ministry to save native American souls on the reservations that border Lake Sakakawea.  A loyal reader Honest Omar has made a generous contribution to this end.  Now the lord does work in strange ways. Kadizzle was walking out to do his chores and notices an envelope on the garage floor.  Opening the letter which Mrs. K must have dropped Kadizzle found the contribution from Honest.  Not only did Honest make a nice cash donation, he also named the ministry.  " Words on the Wind" now this proves Honest is truly blessed by the lord and Samuel Adams. Since this is a prosperity ministry Honest Omar will receive a financial blessing today.  Everyone who donates as Honest Omar has will receive our booklet " How to help God by cheating Trump."  The booklet is packed with ideas of how to cheat on your income taxes.  All the ministry ask is that what ever you steal from Trump you give half to the lord.  Of course Kadizzle has the lord's address so you will need to send your checks to the ministry.

Just to review the plan is to buy a very large expensive sailing yacht which will allow Reverend K to sail deep into the Indian Reservations on Lake Sakakawea.  Reverend K will anchor in sight of heathens and drink beer and wine.  Naturally the heathens will call from shore and ask to share the sacrament.  Reverend K will invite them onboard and pray for them.  Of course he will have to give them some communion wine,  and beer.  We call the beer the urine of the sacred donkey Jesus rode on. Once the communion liquids have had their effect the new church members will be asked to donate ten percent of their income to save other souls. An immediate donation shows good faith and will help cover the cost of the sacrament.

Following the lead of Trump and the Mormons our church will allow multiple wives and porn star girlfriends.  However, God wants you to give as much to the church as you give to the porn star.  Sorry, but forgiveness is not free.  Church members will get a free list that will let them know how much forgiveness is for any sin.  Failing to send money to the church is a sin.  It can be forgiven for ten dollars. If you are thinking of a sin and want a free estimate on what it will cost to be forgiven, don't hesitate to call.  Incidentally voting Republican is a sin. It will  cost you health care, and you will pay more for all the essentials from China, but no problem just send " Words of the Wind" fifty dollars and your problem is solved.  Otherwise it will not rain, a tornado may hit your house, and one of your children will marry a Republican.  Not that God does not love you, but we do need rules. Reverend K can cite countless examples of people who did not send him money, and have had bad things happen to them.  A local man recently had a flat tire.  Would that have happened if he had sent words of the wind ten dollars?  You be the judge.  All you need is faith.  Today Reverend K has money just because Honest Omar had faith.  This proves faith works.  Why not make faith work for you just as Omar did.  Remember the greater the faith (faith comes in tens and twenties) the greater the blessing. God bless every one of you, except those that do not have faith.  See previous comments.

Reading Assignment

Every so often someone does an excellent job of summarizing the problem.  Somehow Kadizzle stumbled across an article in The Alantic Magazine,  The 9.9 percent is the new American Aristocracy.  If you read the article you need take no further classes and will be awarded an A this semester.  The articled sums up in great detail what is happening to our economy, and how it translates into what is happening to our country.  The article has some startling facts and figures.  One figure that show what we have become is the net worth of the average American family, and as a subset of that the average black American family.  The average black family has a net worth of $1,200 dollars.  Income inequality? 

Life is strange

Awake the coffee is working and the brain is coming alive.  Back from the sail.  Water is pouring into Lake Sakakawea at an astounding rate, 100,000 cubic feet a second. Do the math that is pushing a million gallons a second. 

Now back to strange, which is today's topic.  One of Kadizzle's absolute favorite quotes is from Albert Einstein.  Albert said " Life is not stranger than you think, it is stranger than you can think".  With the strange twist and turns of life Kadizzle always thinks of what Albert said.   So many strange things happen. Dreaming is such a strange thing.  Kadizzle often falls into the deepest sleep imaginable.  The dreams of great detail come and make absolutely no sense.  How does your mind create a dream?   How does your mind create a movie.  Yesterday while sleeping Kadizzle briefly dreampt about a mean woman he used to work with.  In the morning awake Kadizzle realized he was looking across the lake at a house that is where the nasty woman lives.  Kadizzle had no conscious thought of the house the day before, but the subconscious must have noted it was nearby.  This gets us to the question, what does our mind do that we are unaware of?  There is part of our mind that makes those dreams.  We know nothing of how it works.  Our mind is doing many things we do not know about.  Kadizzle has read we only use ten percent of our brain capacity.  Of course Trump is down to two or three percent. 

Back to the world of strange. Imagine before radio if you had told someone waves of thought, music, and now even pictures could travel through the air across the world instantly.  Thomas Jefferson, or Ben Franklin would have thought you entirely insane, but it is just accepted now.  What does this mean?  It means that there will be astounding changes in reality which we cannot anticipate.  Think about it.

Down Below

Kaddizzle is sitting at the captains desk.  The boat is steering itself.  Alone the captain is headed East.  Just left Berthold Bay.  For the first time in many years Kadizzle anchored out near the front of the bay near the big lake.  Two other sailing friends anchored with me.  We tied up for awhile and shot the breeze at dinner time.  Luckily Kadizzle has two computers onboard. If the other one will come alive a check can be made to see if we are on course.  The good ship does not have an auto pilot, but if you set the helm just right it will stay on course in light winds.  Yesterday the ship sailed itself for hours.  Seems like the sound of the bow girgling has stopped so either the wind went down or we are off course.  The other computer is having a hard time so must peek outside to see where Kadizzle is headed.  Looks like the wind has just about died.  So the boat is doing OK. 

One never knows where he might find a Kadizzle reader.  Yesterday when Kadizzle tied up back in Berthold he wandered up to the hilltop to do some phoning.  Out in the bay was a pontoon.  Later the Grim ship came alongside.  It was the only Kadizzle reader know to exist in the immediate area.  Wait, there may be two others.  It is a secret society.  In Mercer county you can be arrested if you are proven to be both a liberal and a Kadizzle reader.  So these things must be kept secret.  Republicans flourish here like weeds.  You can spray for them, but nothing works.

One more try at the navigation app. Not  looking good, it is showing the Sovereign somewhere in New Mexico.  The computer must need coffee.  Time to shut it off and let it wake up again.  No sounds from the ship so either the wind died or we are off course.  Time for another peek.  The ship is doing a great job self steering we are almost in a dead calm.  Wind may be on the north side of the lake.  Very strange, on the second try the navigation has the boat still in New Mexico.  According to the application the boat is on Chochiti Lake where we camp on the way home from Arizona.  Must be under the control of aliens.  One more try.   It will be a long way home i

If Kadizzle has to sail from New Mexico to North Dakota at four knots.  Might get home in the fall. The Russians must be jamming the GPS signal to piss off Trump.  Love the Trumpster saying he can pardon himself.  Instead of committing all his fraud he may as well just rob a bunch of banks then pardon himself.

Absolute calm so if the wind does not come up may have to start the engine.  Mrs. Kadizzle has completely lost her mind preparing for her great hike this summer.  Mrs Kadizzle is going to hike 250 on the John Muir Trail in California.  A lot of the hike is over 10,000 feet.  So every day she puts on her 35 lb pack and hikes eight or nine miles.  Kadizzle is worried she will hammer herself to death on the actual hike.  Who will feed Kadizzle?  Where will fresh underwear come from?  Mrs. Kadizzle has said many times no other woman would have Kadizzle.  Imagine a homeless Kadizzle living on peanuts, and frozen pizza.  Have to go now am about to cry.

I like you just the way you are

Watching television last night with Mrs,  Kadizzle saw a show on Mr. Rodgers.  Mr. Rodgers is dead, but a person who used to be on his show became emotional when he talked about the time Mr. Rodgers told him " I like you just the way you are".   The man happened to be a black man.  At that moment it sunk into the man how Mr. Rodgers was doing something good for children.  When you sit back and ponder that idea it has power.   How many people want you to be something else.  If you really put your mind to it you realize your friends are the ones who " like you the way you are".  They don't want you to be something different.  What would it be like if everyone was what you wanted them to be?  It would be pretty scary when you think about it.  On the other hand we spend so much of our life trying to change people into what we want them to be.  First comes our children.  Soon we realize once you plant a seed you have little hope of turning a carrot into a tomato.  You can weed it, you can fertilize it, but you cannot turn it into a tomato.  Once you accept you have a carrot, the trick is to enjoy your carrot.  So what is the moral of the story?  Maybe it is don't try to change people, try to cultivate them.  Let them change themselves if they want.  You can give them ideas, or point them in certain directions, but carrots will be carrots,  and tomatoes will be tomatoes.  In either case you have to protect them from the weeds.

The rain came

Finally the heavens opened and drops fell from the sky.  Wind was a bonus.  The poor birds, too many had their eggs blown from the nest in the shaking trees.  The grass is struggling to turn green. No one has shown up to buy the Kadizzle estate, so here we sit in neutral.  Yesterday Kadizzle tried to call the Democrat running for Congress to replace the vile Kevin Cramer.  No luck.  The guy Max Schnieder was on the KFYR right wing propaganda show yesterday.  Kadizzle forced himself to listen to the endless mini Rush stuff.  The host, Scott Henen who anyone should be able to out fox walked on the Democrat.  You don't go to a gun fight with a knife as they say.  Max should have brushed up on his statistics to bomb Henen with facts, but instead he tried to be the sweet moderate Democrat.  That is why Democrats lose because they will be Democrats.  In North Dakota like Heidi they try to pander to the some red necks to get elected. Democrats get snookered.  Heading toward November lets pray people awaken and overthrow the Republican scoundrels.  Unlikely to happen.

Tap into the supply of idiots

Kadizzle has always been amazed by crooked stump preaches.  Even as a teenager Kadizzle would listen to these crooked preachers bilk stupid people on his hometown radio station WWVA.  So it is amusing to see the latest crook asking his congregation to buy him a new 64 million dollar jet so he can spread the word of Jesus.  Jesus already has two jets he has given the crook, but the man of the lord say he needs a jet that can fly nonstop so he can get the word out.  In addition to this crooked man of the lord you have Joel Epstein who also bilks the ignorant for millions.  The real amazing thing is this type of fraud is tax free.  The first guy has a 35, 000 square for home the lord has provided him. 

So Kadizzle wants to be a crooked preacher.  If you are reading this send me all you can in cash. God only accepts cash, not credit cards. I will pray for you and you will get ten times what you send me.  I promise. It might take awhile, but be patient. However, I need the money to do the lords work right now.  I need to reach people who are hard to reach with the word of the lord.  My mission is different.  I am trying to reach native Americans on lake Sakakawea.  Sure I have a sailboat now, but I need a much larger boat so I can stay out for weeks.  A two million dollar boat would enable me to sail deep into the badlands and preach.  Some of the poor wretched souls have drinking problems. I would like to equip my boat with a bar so I can lure them on board to preach the word of Jesus to them.  Now, if you do not want to help out of the goodness of your heart, I must remind you how hot hell is and how God frowns on cheap people who will not send me money.  No telling what might happen to you if you do not support God's mission.  Remember anything you send me is tax deductible.  So anyone who sends money will get a picture of me on the new boat with some inebriated people I may be trying to save. God bless every one of you and especially those willing to open their wallets to spread the word on the new sailboat named "Words on the Wind".  God Bless, please hurry people are going to hell just because you are so cheap.

The Middle of nowhere is comforting

Back in the middle of nowhere things are calm and the insane hustle of the east coast is behind us.  Thunderstorms in Minneapolis made a mess of airline service.  Lightening was the main culprit.  Every time lightening strikes withing three miles of the airport there is a ten minute time out.  Everyone has to run inside for ten minutes.  This makes getting planes in and out a gamble.  The landing in Minneapolis was spectacular.  The first try was a complete miss and the plane had to do a go around.  On the second try the plane hit hard on both the back wheels then jumped about thirty feet in the air can came down for a fast landing.  Mrs Kadizzle commented to the pilots about the landing saying " I suppose you guys are used to that".   "No" they answered.  One wonders how much abuse the plane can take.  A plane full of lumpers including Kadizzle has to be some serious weight.

So back in the world of a slower life the Crazy club will meet today.  Shanika called on the phone yesterday and explained how he wanted a job that paid well and did not involve any work.  So if you know of a job where it is your job just to sign you paycheck call one eight hundred dreaming.

Yesterday pushing Evie up and down the street in Florida Kadizzle noticed a sign on the back of the landscapers truck.  The sign said the company was all for safety and if you had a concern call.  Old Kadizzle the career safety guy noticed the industrial lawnmower was lacking some critical guards to keep the Mexicans that snuck across the border from getting entangled in the drive belts.  Kadizzle called the company and explained the problem.  Later Kadizzle noticed two official guys looking at the mower.  When Kadizzle asked them what they were doing they said they were just taking inventory.  It was obvious they were checking out the complaint.  Kadizzle spoke to them about the problem.  Then as all good safety guys do they sort of said we will fix it when we get around to it, but right now we got grass to cut.  So if  you see a Mexican running toward the border with only one leg, you will no what happened to him.  He will get no health care in our country, and it will teach him a lesson about coming into our country and cutting the grass for the country club.   Now if Trump really wanted to discourage Mexicans he should give them dangerous equipment to work with when they harvest our food and cut our grass.  Once one Mexican goes back and says he picked a watermelon that exploded it will make other Mexicans think twice about trying to give us cheap food and housing at their expense.

Back to reality.  Here Kadizzle sits and the grass needs mowed.  Just waiting for an immigrant to sneak in an cut the grass.

Grandpa's Girls

Kadizzle is sitting in the lap of luxury in West Palm Beach with his girls. Megan, and her little monkey Sylvie on the left, and Erin, with the ornery Sylvie.  Kadizzle made the mistake of letting Sylvie drive the golf cart.  Quickly Sylvie became addicted.  Megan put a quick stop to it.  The gang has been making a daily pilgrimage to the pool.  Evie loves the water features.  The tropical storm nearby has filled the pool at the house to the edge.

Tomorrow it is back to the Prairie.  If the weather is decent the good ship can be put in service. 

Living the good life

Morning has broken and the pool is becoming an infinity pool.  Rain here in Florida has filled the pool to overflow. The Evie admiration society is in full swing as everyone watches the little monkey move about to the joy of the beholders. Yesterday Kadizzle go is first high end massage.  First cook the fat in the steam room to make it more pliable.  Then an hour of manipulation by an expert who hunted down the gipples and drove the demons from the fat carcass.  Visiting with both our daughters in West Palm beach has found the Kadizzles living in the heart of the land occupied by the one percent.  Not a ray of sunshine has peaked from the clouds since we landed.

Kadizzle for so many years could not wait to see Megan be a mom.  Kadizzle knew she would be the greatest.  For Megan to have a real live doll that moves at random, talks and wiggles is the prize of a lifetime for Cheech.  Watching Megan and Evie play with all the toys that rain from the sky here one wonders if the toys are for Evie or Megan.  Of course every new toy set involves hundreds of individual pieces to scatter all over the floor.  Sam may have to just get a scoop shovel and a broom to put the stuff away. 

Tuesday we will go back to our planet which is completely different from this one.  On our planet you cannot walk two blocks and enjoy three pools, a gym, and just about any corporal pleasure one could engage in legally.  This is probably a good thing we are returning because among other things there are twelve spigots  that dispense ice cream at will.  Beside those spigots is a table with twenty different things to put on the ice cream.  If you were going to trap a fat man this would be the perfect bait. So we must return to North Dakota while the plane can still lift Kadizzle off the ground.

A different world

Kadizzle grew up in a different world than his grandchildren.  Sylvie and Evie live in a world where every request will be filled rapidly.  The concept  of want and need have no real meaning.  Each grandchild is an only child.  Wow, Kadizzle was one of nine.  Kadizzle grew up a a seed that was cast out into the field to grow as life would have it.  Toys?  Are you kidding?  On Christmas Eve my dad would go out on the back porch and fire his shotgun, then he would come in and tell us Santa Clause committed suicide.  Sylvie has been all over the country and to Hawaii, even Mexico and she is 9.  Poor old Kadizzle never went farther than Pittsburgh or maybe the beach in New Jersey.

Your own room are you crazy.  Kadizzle shared a room with his brother until the teen years, and then at last space was freed up from the ones that left.  College was a pay your own deal.  A car?  Earn the money, no one is just going to buy you one.  So watching these two little girls grow up in a different world will be fun. Hope they don't expect too much.

Florida

The Kadizzles  occupy two worlds.  There is the world of urban sprawl and the remote parts of the same world.  Today we wake up on the East coast in West Palm Beach Florida.  Sitting in an enclave of luxury we are living like so many Americans.  A small nirvana carved out of a vast area of urban sprawl.  Our cities grown like a disease, not like anyone planned them.  People try, but cities have a way of turning into a mess.  The American obsession with cars is stunning to see in action.  The amount  of landscape devoted to moving cars about is almost incomprehensible.  Every part of our dealing with the Earth is dictated by car movement.  Keeping millions of cars constantly in motion is out insanity.  Old cars are worshiped, and restored like gods.  Unsustainable is the only thing that comes to mind.  Cars induce the same insanity in people everywhere.  In Denver, Phoenix or West Palm Beach the disease of the aggressive drive always sprouts.  You see the gasoline crazed fool pulling quickly up beside you.  The poor person drunk on horsepower has to move forward in the maze.  With disregard for all life the idiot weaves in and out of vehicles moving at 70mph.  What is it about a car that brings out the worst in the stupidest?

The Meeting

Just back from the Crazy Club weekly meeting.  It was an excellent meeting, well attended, and wonderful discussions.  The discussions ranged as they should on every topic.  Everyone participated and all parts of the universe were represented.  It was like an ideal church service, no building, no costumes, no money exchanged.  Just people talking and expressing their views on humanity.  The owner of the place was there and a great participant.  Did he ever envision that what he thought was an art gallery, and art store would turn into a successful Crazy Club, that sold very little art?

A lot of talk about religion took place.  It was a good talk because each portion of the religious or should Kadizzle say non religious were represented.  Part of the conversation grew around the concept of community, and what it should be, what it used to be, and what it is now.  Seems like everyone agrees Trump has brought the world into a state of shock and malaze.  There seems to be a lot of people wondering " What have we done?".   So the meeting ended with rain from the sky.  Maybe the rain is permission to go on with life.  There would be no life without rain.  If there is a magic higher power perhaps that power sent a gift in the form of liquid hydrogen, and oxygen. 

Tomorrow we hop on the big bird and fly to Florida to meet with the Crazy Club our marriage has created.  It will be great to see the gang, and the newest Earthlings that have sprung from our union.

At Last

Stroupini and Kadizzle hoisted the sails and headed the good ship out to sea.  Perfect day for a sail and the racehorse galloped like a champ.  Everything performed.   God is in Heaven, Trump is in the White House, and life of the planet goes on.  The Kadizzles will blast off for Florida this week to see the two smallest pumpkins we have.  Evie is starting to talk up a storm and Sylvie is struggling with some digestive problems.  It will be great to see the two little ladies.  On the home front the yard is in full bloom.  Selling the boat and the house seems hopeless.  Not even sniffers to speak of.  Two sniffers on the house.  One good one, and the other just a tourist that wanted to see if we really did have underwear on our floor. 

The day is starting in full glory, but rain is in the forecast.  Kadizzle is contemplating mounting the motorcycle and buzzing clear to the lake on back roads.  The rain could put a kibosh to that plan.  Mrs. Kadizzle is still obsessed with her practice hiking.   She may put her 35 pound pack on her back and pound herself into the ground.

So life goes on.  Very slowly the fleet is getting launched.  A lot of turnaround in boat ownership this year.  One power boat fellow went to the big lake where the sun always shines and he will no longer be on the docks.  The Old Matilda is being refurbished, and it will be a big job. 

The yard sprayer guy just showed up and will spray our retirement account all over the yard.  Kadizzle can get free fertilizer down at the farm supply place, but the magical stuff is essential from the weed man.  Time for a second cup of coffee so that is all folks.

One more try

The good ship never left the dock yesterday.  Kadizzle did not want to take the ship out alone without all the stuff checked out.  No one wanted to come out and play.  Kadizzle may have to get his spiritual advisor to go today.  Kadizzle may invite the local retired minister.  This is a strange combo, Kadizzle and a retired Lutheran minister.  He is a great guy, very well read, and even sees Kadizzle as one of God's children.  All of this as he knows well Kadizzle is possessed with an agnostic devil.  Together we like to discuss politics and drink wine.  So we will just see what happens.  Another alternative may be to get old Shanika to go. 

Poor old Trump, the victim of a witch hunt.  Seems like he has a lot of buddies who are witches.  Hunting witches is one thing, finding them is another.  It seems like the swamp is full of witches.  Trump is doing the right thing. Now he is asking the investigators to investigate themselves.  If you come to the wrong conclusion about Trump being a lying crook, then you need to redo your work. 

Set Sail

Hopefully today will be the day.  All the stars are in alignment and it is time to take the Sovereign out on the high seas to hoist the sails.  Ah, a gentle breeze doing it's magic.  The lake is rising a tenth of an inch per day.  Last year Kadizzle pounded a yard stick into the mud to check the lake level.  The water has creeped halfway up the yard stick.  The lake is at 1844.4 above mean seal level.  Everyone likes to speculate how high the lake will go.  It can only go to 1854 then the water goes over the spillway.  Kadizzle predicts 1848 for sure.  The mountains are packed with snow and it should really start to melt toward the end of June.

Yesterday we Stroupini's boat launched.  It is a nice little boat that could use some maintenance on the woodwork. Another fella is up there trying to restore Matilda.  Matilda looks just like you would expect.  An old run down Russian baking woman.  However, Matilda is making a good come back.  Some of the previous owners did some stupid things and reversing them is no easy task.

Doing the migrations of crap from camper to home to boat is an endless task. Where is the kerflumple?  Is it in the basement, on the boat or in the camper? When you need a keflumple and you don't have one it is a disaster. 

The Skies have opened

Rain is finally falling from the heavens.  Kadizzle has a reputation for being cheap. He is proud of that reputation.  The other day he discovered down at the fertilizer place they give away the stuff they spill.  Parts of the yard are now sprinkled with free fertilizer.  As the rain hits the stuff maybe the world will turn greener.

What can you do on a rainy day, perhaps a trip to Bismarck to piss away some money on things we really don't need.  Mrs Kadizzle just ordered more stuff for her great adventure.  The cost per mile of her hiking is steadily going up, but if it keeps her content it will be money well spent.  Not an once of fat on the little woman, so the hiking seems to be working well.  On the other hand Kadizzle is a big lump of potatoes and desert.  However, Kadizzle did ride up to the lake the other day on the bike.  That means he can still propel himself with two wheels.  Of course you could say that about a person in a wheelchair.

One nice thing about Kadizzle headquarters is we have the place set up for automated music everywhere.  From any computer we can control the music in the house.  Then we have Alexa to provide voice control of music and accompany us in the shower.  Alex will not scrub your back but she will sing Willie Nelson. 

Hard Core Stupid

The human mind does one thing very well. Humans are very good at recognizing patterns. Sitting here looking at Discovery magazine there is an article on how many people believe in chemtrails. You know the nutty people who think the government uses jets to spray us with chemicals. The number that catches the eye is 9%.  Nine percent believe, and 25% are unsure.  Add these two numbes and you get pretty close to the magic number.  Somewhere between 27 and 32 is a number.  That is the number of hard core stupid people.  The hard core stupid relish ignorance.  They love Trump, and goofy science.  Kadizzle would chose the number 28%.  Almost every survey on any subject somehow turns up the same number.  It is reasonable to conclude 28% of the population is dumber than bricks.  You could sell them anything or get them to believe anything.  The hard core stupid like simple explanations like Obama did it, or maybe it was Hillary.  The hard core stupid are what put Rush and Fox in business.  You can tell them anything.  The more idiotic or insane the better.  These are the people who give the crooked stump preachers money, they keep QVC, and the Republican Party in business.  In the next election the person with most money will win.  There is a simple explanation.  You can buy the vote of the magic 28% of idiots with the right adds.  Republicans usually win elections because they own the magic 28%.  Trump knows and readily admits he loves he uneducated.  Now here is your assignment.  Next time you look at any polling number or survey try to notice what percent of people give the dumbest answer possible. You will find the magic number.  28%   You know that old saying " You can fool some of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time". Well you can fool the 28% all the time.  That is why we have Donald Trump.

Don't talk about things you have not experienced

The Good Ship is launched

At last after a lot of refurbishing, and painting the Sovereign is in the water.  Stroupini and Kadizzle pushed the boat in. Perhaps the boat wanted to get in the water.  The poor pickup truck could hardly hold it on the ramp.  Hopefully the boat is secured properly Mrs. Kadizzle says there may be strong winds tonight.  Now what we need is a nice sail down the lake. How pleasant would it be to watch the sun go down in Moose Bay.  Our sailing group has two squeeze box players.  Stroupini is one.  If we could have a glass of wine after a good steak on the grill and then sing along to a couple squeeze box tunes.  Kadizzle sleeps nowhere as well as in the quarter berth on the Sovereign.  The boat is for sale, but not a single nibble, so we will more than likely be doing the regular sailing routine this summer.

Meeting Day

It might be a big meeting down at the crazy club today.  If our two new members show up there will not be enough chairs.  Kadizzle wants to bring up the competition.  Of course you have Trump with his buddy in North Korea.  Who could beat their crazy club.  Locally our competition come from Rita's sewing shop.  Rita never has that many crazies, but she does have quality.  Crazy Bill was about as dingy as you can get.  Now Rita has pulled a slick one.  Rita has recruited the kids with learning disabilities.  So she has gone strong by going young.  Our Crazy Club has nothing but old goats.  How are we supposed to compete?  Stroupini who always has some good crazy ideas gave Kadizzle a great idea to go after the worthless city commissioners.  Kadizzle has had a Jihad against the junked cars all over Hazen for years.  Stroupini suggested a calendar.  Each month would feature a nice picture of some yard junked up with cars and trash.  This would set the city abuzz.  Were it not for extreme lethargy Kadizzle would get on the project.  So far Kadizzle's mail box has been run over twice by the slummers.  Perhaps the mailbox needs another treatment.

If the blasted teflon paint comes today maybe Kadizzle can slap it on the good ship and launch.  A nice sail in a soft breeze would put the heart in a good place.  If you are reading this Honest Omar we need to recruit your guys sometime this summer for a sewage sail.  Just cannot imaging how big those guys are now.  Miss the old sewage sails.  For those unfamiliar with a sewage sail perhaps an explanation is due.  In the old days when the marina was owned by a ruthless scallawag Kadizzle had to go clear across the lake to pump the sewage out of the good ship.  Click and Clack the tappet brothers and grandsons of Honest Omar would go along.  On the way we would sing sea shanties, and when the ship pulled into Fort Stevens we all had a round of Ice Cream stuffed down our cannons. 

The Pizza Well

The father of Kadizzle always had some scheme to strike it rich.  One of his ploys was to buy fractions of land at tax auctions.  This ended up in some strange acquisitions.  Once he ended up owning an old railroad right of way.  Kadizzle asked his father what he would do as a railroad magnate.  Old Gold as we called him replied that he was going to charge all the people who were crossing his railroad illegally.  People all along the Old Gold and West Virginia railroad ignored it and built their driveways, fences or whatever on the Old Gold W&V.  Kadizzle explained to Old Gold that hillbillies were not a good group to rile up and if you tried to make them pay you would be dead with in a week.  He must have listened. 

As a result of these great ventures Kadizzle inherited the mineral rights in one half acre of ground in the middle of West Virginia.  Years ago out of nowhere someone wanted to lease the land.  In fact the very coal company Kadizzle worked for wanted to lease the one half acre.  Inquiring into his new found fortune Kadizzle asked the person aquiring the lease what it would pay if the hit a good well. The land agent explained that Kadizzle owned such a small portion that if they hit a good well Kadizzle might get enough money every month to buy a pizza.

Yesterday as the Kadizzles headed to the lake they stopped at the mailbox.  Kadizzle could see through the little clear window with the address the words pay to the order of.   Mrs. Kadizzle opened the letter with a big smile.  Inside was a check for a little over a thousand dollars.  All the way to the lake we puzzled over why we were getting a check for a thousand dollars.  Our first impression  was to run to the bank and cash it.  Kadizzle finally examined the check carefully and figured out it was a check for renewing the lease on the Pizza well.  Kadizzle did not realize he was leasing his vast mineral holding for periods of five years at a time.  Even though no well has even been drilled yet it works out Kadizzle has already received 110 pizza.  So if you wonder where that spare tire comes from it is the pizza well.  If the math is correct the lease is producing more pizza than the well ever will.  So lets just hope they never drill.  Incidentally the land man said the well could pay enough for  a nice salad or a pizza every month.  The pizza seems the best choice.  Who knew in West Virginia you could drill for salad or pizza.  Since most of the population is overweight you know most of the drilling concentrates on the pizza formation.

We swim in your snow

The big lake is already coming up quickly.  There is a lot of snow in the mountains.  The lake is at 1843.6 feet above sea level.  Kadizzle predicts it will at least go to 1848.  This means the good ship Sovereign will be able to go way back into bays and tie up for the night.  Going far up an incoming stream is nice when the lake is high.  Many more places become accessible by boat.  There is some downside to a like that is high.  Things that were above water are now unseen obstacles.   You need to stay alert or bust your keel on a submerged island.

Boats are like people they grow old.  Like people boats need parts replaced.  The sails are getting thin.  More and more scuffs and scrapes are on the hull.  If you sailed as long as old Kadizzle you can see how sailors began to give their ships human qualities.  Somehow if you go through a lot with a boat you begin to feel the boat is part of the team.  When you blast through a storm and the boat holds together you are thankful.  A critical failure in bad weather could end in an unpleasant way.

Walking around the boatyard Kadizzle inspected the hulls of the ships up on their trailers for the winter.  Some of those boats should not go back in the water.  One boat has a crack that seems to indicate the keel is in jeopardy.  Sailboats rely on the keel to keep them upright.  If your keel falls off you will turn upside down at an amazing speed.  The memory of a sailor in the Pacific comes to mind. His keel feel off and the boat turned upside down.  For days he was in the overturned boat.  He was extremely lucky the Australian coast guard dropped a sonar buoy in the water near him. It picked up his tapping on the boat and they rescued him.  Should Kadizzle find himself in such a bind on Lake Sakakawea the most likely outcome would be people shooting at the boat to sink it.

Shut Up

There are two of us.  We are a pain in the ass to the conservatives.  For years Kadizzle and another liberal have consistently filled the Bismarck Tribune with our left wing diatribes.  Every so often someone writes the paper and complains about out continual outpourings.  If we are lucky someone writes in and express their support for our efforts to inject reality into the realm of the conservative mind.  So today a right wing dinger complained.  The diner suggested people go to Fox News for balanced reporting.  The solution for those on the right seems simple.  Just write your own right wing letters.  A few do, but it seems most just don't want anything that makes the question the leadership of Trump, and his lickspittles in North Dakota.  What a wonderful world it would be if every morning you could pick up The Bismarck Tribune and the headline would read, " We agree with everything you believe".  Life would be all roses.  Why can't all the weather reports in the paper say sunny and mild?  We have reached the point where you can tune into a television station and they will tell you and the president exactly what you want to hear.  The world gets better every day.

Competing little towns

Here we sit in the little hamlet of Hazen.   Over there about ten miles is Beulah.  The two towns have had a rivalry forever.  Kadizzle went over to the enemies town the other day and visited their new wellness center.  Wow, it is nice.  Beulah did it right.  Kadizzle was overwhelmed by the quality and thoughtfulness that went into it.  For years Hazen has been trying to get off dead center and have such a facility.  Sadly Hazen has succumbed to an acute plague of Republican thinking.  In the old days Hazen had some people with drive.  Now, the city commission is about the absolute worst in history.  A bunch of people with axes to grind now run the city.  Just don't spend any money is the working motto. There used to be some people with drive in Hazen who wanted to improve the town, not any more.  Hazen cannot accomplish some of the simplest things on the planet.  For years Kadizzle has had two Jihads. The sidewalk jihad, and the junked car jihad are perpetual problems.  Yesterday Kadizzle was shocked when he picked up the Guzunhiet Gazette.  Two stories in the Hazen star featured people complaining about junked cars, and sidewalks.  What a nice ray of hope to appear.  Maybe the town has awakened from the sleep of ineptness. 

When Kadizzle made his trip to Beulah it was with Stroupini.  Stroupini comes up with some good ideas.  How can you wake up the Hazen Hoopleheads Kadizzle asked Stroupini.  Make a calendar Stroupini suggested.  What are you talking about?  Stroupini suggested Kadizzle make a Hazen Ca lender.  The calender would feature nice shots of the junked cars parked in peoples yards.  The run down slum abodes, and the sidewalkless areas where people have to walk in the street. Hmm, this might work.  Embarrass the worthless city commissioners who cold not organize a dog fight.  This seed of thought has been floating in the Kadizzle mind.

The Russians

Kadizzle must be part of the Trump Russian connection.  Old Shanika called today because he is as bored as Kadizzle.  Somehow we got to talking about the Kadizzle blog.  Old Kadizzle thought while he was on the phone BSing he would just take a look at the statistics for the blog.  Low and behold there it is.  It makes no sense.  The company that runs this blog software gives the blogger, in this case Kadizzle, some statistics about who is reading this blog.  Kadizzle has not looked for a long time.  It is always strange to find that people in the strangest places are stumbling across this nonsense.  369 followers are from the United States.  Coming in second to much amazement is Russia.  363.  How is this happening?  Half the Kadizzle readers are Russian. Sadly the Vietnamese come in third with a lousy 20.  No offense to the people of Vietnam, but kick it up a little.  Back to the Russians.  Why are the Russians following this blog.  The only plausable explanation is to create chaos.  Shanika thinks the Ruskies are reposting these reports to create chaos in the world.  Makes sense they create chaos in Kadizzle head.  So here is a big shout out to all the Russians.  You Russians sure made a mess for Trump.  If you would just sent me a clip from the pee tapes I would sure like it.  Man if you Russians would just use this blog to do your hacking, that would be great, we could use the publicity.  Now if you Russians would tell me who you are going to support for our next president I will let Putin stay at my house when he comes to North Dakota.  Boy am I in trouble if the North Dakota right wingers find out I am in cahoots with the Russians.  Now, you blasted Russians think about this.  Maybe Kadizzle is doing counter espionage.  Did ya think about that? Maybe the CIA has Kadizzle confusing the Russians.  Now I heard you Russians are funneling money to Trump.  Just in case you wonder there is a big funner in my garage. Use the red one, I think you can get wads of money to go through it.  No need for any of that Stormy Daniels stuff.  Kadizzle has Stormy Mrs. Kadizzle. 

The Space Ship

Last night Kadizzle sat on the back porch.  All of a sudden he noticed a bright light hovering above him. Then the phone rang.  "Is that you Kadizzle?" the voice said.  It was the guys in the space ship right above me.  "Yes, it's me".  Well we just got here from way over there in the galaxy.  We had some questions for you.  Fire away Kadizzle said.  Sitting up here in our spaceship we see your planet has plenty of food.  Sitting up here it looks like you have plenty of wood for houses, plenty of fuel for your stoves, and plenty of everything.  What gives?  How can you have so much and yet so many of you have wars, and starve, and live in huts, and die so needlessly of disease.  Kadizzle reached in his pants and scratched his ass for an answer.  Well I guess we have a distribution problem.  Sure we have plenty but somehow we gave most of it to one percent o of the population.  What in the hell did you do that for Kadizzle?  We got this thing called religion.  It lets us fight and get confused.  Some of us use it to fool the rest of us.  Then the smart ones take everything from the dumb ones. The spaceship guys could be heard laughing as they sat on the porch of their space ship.  That sure doesn't sound like fun for a lot of you Earthlings.  No, but the ones who win have a great time.  Sometimes the dumb ones get together and kill the smart ones, but until then life here goes on.  Why don't you guys share more?  That would be communism, or socialism, and our leaders tell us sharing is not nice.  Who would believe that?  A bunch of dumb people.  Oh, we see you need dumb people?  Yes we need real dumb people.  How do you get so many dumb people?  We have Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, the church, and poor schools.  They supply us with all the dumb people we need.  Very interesting.  So you really don't have a problem, you just create one.  Now you got it.  How is it working for you.  Great, we have a real idiot for our leader now, and we are creating stupid people at a rate never before anticipated.  Up here in the space ship we figure you are going burn up your planet with pollution or nuclear war.  Well in the meantime one percent of us are having a great time.  Thanks for stopping by you space guys. Come again when we set off the bombs it will be a great show.

My harshest critic

God sent Kadizzle to Earth with several missions.  One important mission was to wipe out the mental disease called Republican.  As part of this mission Kadizzle writes letters to the Bismarck Tribune.  Some are hits, others, or perhaps most are duds.  Kadizzle came up with a brilliant idea.  Have Mrs. Kadizzle read the letters and give her opinion.  Just about everything Kadizzle writes stinks according to the editor.  So it is about time to fire off a missive to the Tribune and each try is getting no where with the editorial board.  The brain is failing so maybe a spin down to the Crazy Club will provide some inspiration. 

Yesterday Kadizzle took the Yamaha out to Stroupini's.  Carlos Stroupini was in the midst of fixing a lawnmower.  Carlos had given up, but Kadizzle got him to give it another try.  Kadizzle was able to fix the starter cord mechanism.  Like all mechanical things do this lawnmower was determined to keep leading us along.  The damn thing started. What a victory for Jeeesus.  Now that it was running we discovered the rusted out of balance blade would not turn.  We got that to work.  Now this is supposed to be a self propelled lawn mower.  Of  course that did not work, so more fooling around.  Take off the wheel.  We need a replacement wheel this one is shot. Down to the local lawnmower junk yard.  Oh, the hell with it.  So today at the meeting Stoupini will be there an Kadizzle can find out if the mower will be melted down or live another day. 

A bright light in the East

That bright light came up in the Eastern sky again today.   At long last the leaves have emerged from the trees.  Spring must fear coming into a world with Trump in charge.  Ice cannot seem to melt on the lake which is rising very quickly.  So here we sit in Hazen, North Dakota where the simple minded make loud noises with their magic chariots of idiocy.  An otherwise peaceful hamlet is constantly disturbed by surges of testosterone in the idiots.  Somehow the local Hoopleheads believe that they can attract a mate with a loud exhaust from a pickup or motorcycle.  Perhaps it signals to stupid women that there are stupid men available.  Hazen has a deaf and blind police force.  The local gendarmes would assist a bank robber carrying money out to his car.  The Hoopleheads not only like to disturb the air with their sounds, but they love visual displays of junk in their yards.  In hot pursuit of drug dealers the local police have no time to enforce the laws that make life pleasant. What fun is that when you are hot on the trail of someone who drank too much coffee. 

The house if for sale, and so is the good ship.   Only one sniffer on the house. The sniffer spent two hours here looking at the estate.  According to Mrs. Realestate the sniffer liked the palace, but we have not seen any cash waving in the wind.  Also one far off sniffer on the boat.  The boat sniffer seems to be a nigifiddle.  The fellow wants to know if Kadizzle ever farted in the boat.  The good ship was built in 1983.  It has been up and down the lake a few times.  It has been a wonderful ship, and Kadizzle loves the old girl, but it has a few scuffs and scratches.  It has been sailed, not polished until the paint is worn off.

Rita, God bless her sole sewed the mainsail yesterday.  Rita has become he de facto sail repair lady.  Thankya Jeeesus for that.  Rita fixed the sail for free, but Kadizzle insisted on paying her.  It would have cost sixty dollars just in shipping to have the sail fixed in a proper shop.

Once Trump showed the Republicans how easy it is to lie, and fool the Hoopleheads in North Dakota they all decided to jump in.  So now we have my nemesis Cramer trying to unseat Heidi, and we have another Trump lickspittle trying to fill Cramer's old position.  Give the Hoopleheads a forty dollar tax break to buy beer, and promise them they can carry their gun to church, that is all it takes to win in North Dakota.

The Preacher came by

Watching CNN doing a little show on southern West Virginia a knock came on the door.  Who could it be?  It was Kadizzle's minister.  Now this is a strange thing if there ever was one.  Kadizzle is an Orthodox Agnostic.  Years ago when Kadizzle first had a run in with cancer God sent a messenger to Kadizzle.  Very strange story, but Kadizzle and the minister have become good friends and often share a bottle of wine together.  Now for the strange part.  Had someone asked Kadizzle about the man Kadizzle would have got it all wrong.  Kadizzle thought his preacher was as hard core a conservative as is possible. As life always does it threw a curve.  The more Kadizzle gets to know the minister the more he finds the man to be extremely liberal. 

The strangest twist to the story is the minister's relationship with one of his flock who happens to be a good friend of Kadizzle.  Lets just call the friend confused.  Well confused has been a faithful listener to the minister for over twenty years, yet confused voted for Trump, and my preacher would have never considered it.  This is also the case of another good friend who goes to the same church.  It just seems too strange that people can get up on Sunday and go to church and hear what they want to hear.  Even though their minister is telling them Jesus was a liberal they are walking out after the sermon believing Jesus wants them to vote for Trump.

The root of the problem is those who preach the word cannot be too honest, or they will not have a job.  The men of God have to hint at the right thing to do, not actually be too pushy with love and sharing.  This all had a strange twist.  One day the minister said " As far as I am concerned Kadizzle is the best Christian in Hazen".   Of course he did not call me Kadizzle, but you get the point.  Kadizzle has not attended a Sunday Church service in over fifty years.


So what is the moral of the story?  No one is who you think they are.  You are never seeing what you think you are.  Last but not least  " The lord works in strange ways".  Kadizzle might add to that the God of the Bible  surely works in strange ways.   Trump supporters say " Sometimes God uses evil men to do his work".   God could not have chosen a more evil man.  Apparently God had the same scheme in mind when he chose Hitler. 

The minister knows Kadizzle has a reputation far and wide as a non-believer, at least in any traditional sense.  Strangely this gives the minister freedom to talk to someone with absolute freedom.  There is no doctrine that has to be adhered to.  There is no special way the world has to be viewed.  So like so many professions it is nice to take off your official hat and just be yourself.

There is an entire other side to this story.  The good preacher who drinks the communion wine with Kadizzle has been a volunteer forever on the local ambulance squad.   Kadizzle did a short jog on that crew.  It is a real sacrifice.  You are on call.  That means you have to get up in the middle of the night, and that means you don't get to go where you want or do what you want when you want.  It is a tremendous service to the community.  Hazen has as many preachers as it does views on how to telegraph God.  However, none have sacrificed so much time in real service to humanity that Kadizzle knows of.  It might be the old practice what you preach.  It doesn't happen very often.  The evangelicals proved that when they elected Trump.

Life is flying by

This morning Kadizzle tried to find some pictures of the Sovereign.  The boat is for sale and someone wanted more pictures.  This forced a review of photos from the last six years. Of course the photos are in no order so Kadizzle had to go back on the computer and just do an old fashion search.  Often life seems pretty mundane and boring, but when you look at all those pictures you realize how much you actually do in life.  Pictures from Belize, Vancouver Island,  the Green River,  The Missouri, and so many other adventures.

People should keep better notes of their life.  It is easy to forget all you have done and the places you have been.  One reason this tome gets written every day is as a log of life.  What good is a log of life if you never review it? Kadizzle never does. The memories come and go.  What triggers a memory?  Just made a cup of coffee.  That reminds Kadizzle of a tour of a coffee plantation.  The young tour guide showed us how to properly make a cup of coffee.  Now, where in the hell was that?  Seems like it was Costa Rica.  Forgot we had ever even been there. 

Now the scary part is we are making the final run.  Kadizzle will hit seventy next March.  Wow, that is scary.  Should we deplete the savings and let the kids fend for themselves?  Sure why not, lets jut go broke in glory. 

This all gets to the current situation.  We are do for a life change.  It is our last chance.  We have done the North Dakota summer thing too much. Time to bust out and do some other things before the clock runs out.  So that is why the house and the boat are for sale.  Seems sort of like getting your hair cut. 

Spring has taken forever to come this year.  The trees finally are pushing some leaves out.  Spring is coming at a crawl.  Once it does get here summer will no doubt blast by.

Gaslighting

Kadizzle studied the term gas lighting for awhile last night.  Use of the term comes from an old movie.  In the movie some evil character turns the gas lights up and down and makes them flicker.  His wife sees the lights changing.  The man acts as if the lights did not change, even though he knows it is him that is manipulating the lights. The woman begins to question her sanity.

Trump is the master of gas lighting.  Trump gives the rich a tax break and tells the simple minded they got one. The simple minded believe Trump is their sugar daddy.  Trump has the Hoopleheads so confused they don't know what is real and what is not.  One day Trump tells the Hoopleheads one thing and the next day the story changes 180 degrees.  The Hoopleheads by their contract with the Republican Party must believe everything Trump says.  This makes it hard for the Hoopleheads to keep up.  Now to make matters worst some of the reporters on Fox News state media are helping with the confusion.  When everyone is supposed to lie in unison and someone makes up a new lie without telling everyone else it creates confusion.  So in the end the best thing for the Hoopleheads to do is take the advice of George on Sienfield " If you believe it, it is true".   Now if you believe one thing at ten in the morning and Fox tells you just the opposite at noon don't worry, the truth is very flexible.

Kadizzle got on that lying scale in the bathroom this morning.  There is no scale that puts out fake news like the one in our bathroom.  According to that liberal lying scale gravity is pushing down on me even though I know I am getting thinner every day.  Of course the same people that made the scale have made these cameras that take fake pictures showing me chubby.  People lie about seeing  me in the kitchen eating indiscriminately and I have to pay them   $130,000 to quit telling people I ate all the ice cream.  My legal team is suing the company that manufactured the scale.  We all know that just because there are a lot empty ice cream containers in our kitchen I had nothing to do with it.  Yes, there is collusion.  The scale is colluding with the refrigerator.  Why do people tell me I am overweight when they know it is clear Hillary ate cookies.  Look at me, look at Hillary, who do you think at the cookies?  Lets not concentrate on the scale nonsense, lets look at what Bill Clinton did that is more relevant.  Bill  got caught in the cookie jar.  Everyone eats cookies so what if I did eat cookies, other people ate cookies.  OK, I did have some cookies, but I did not get them in the kitchen I paid a lawyer to bring them to me in the backyard, so I had nothing to do with it.  The lawyer is paid to do what he thinks is necessary to protect my reputation.  I did not want the cookies, but what were we supposed to do with the cookies when he brought them out.  Sure just leave them in the yard?  How would that look?  It would look like I ate cookies and ate so many I left some in the yard.  Now you see why I had to eat the cookies so fake news would not spread? OK, maybe I did eat the ice cream, but no one mentioned the refrigerator wasn't working it was going to melt.  How did I know I accidentally unplugged it.  So what if it was obvious to Mrs. Kadizzle the refrigerator was unplugged? There were some Russians in Hazen, and they want me to look bad and more than likely they unplugged the refrigerator.  I am smart, and I use words, good words, lots of words, so just follow my tweets and everything will be clear.

Throw it out, throw it out, way out.

The settlers had to lighten their load as they realized they would never make it to the end of the trail if they carried everything they owned. We all remember those westerns where they are pitching stuff out the back of the wagon.  Then you have the movies where the ship is sinking and you have to pitch stuff overboard.  Of course there is the airplane in WW II when they had to shove stuff out the door to make it back to England.  All this is going on today. The special thing that has been sitting in the basement for twenty to thirty years just waiting for a purpose went today.  Do we really need that can of rainmaker or that sunshine concentrator? Out, out dark spot, and out out old crap we never use.  Now if someone does not buy this house it will be extremely clean. 

Of course there is the regular fight about what finally has to go. It is like negotiating with Iran or Korea on nuclear weapons.  I will throw out this if you will throw out that.  Clean is all in your head.  If Kadizzle cleans rest assured it is not clean.  Only a well paid professional cleaning lady is qualified to dust here.  There is no rag or magic potion Kadizzle can use to dust that will satisfy the empress. The hardest dirt in the world to clean is imaginary dirt.  Some women, and perhaps some men have a knack for imagining dirt.  This make Kadizzle think of old Fabuloso.  Fabuloso camped across from us last year and won the nigifiddle prize.  Fabuloso shot Kadizzles socks right off his feet when he told him he removed the dual wheels from his 45 foot half million dollar motor home so he could polish the chrome on the inside.  Now that is a world class niggifiddle.

So we are being careful not to leave traces of humanity until the sniffer looks at the house tomorrow.  This is the first time the Kadizzles have ever been involved in selling a house so it is new to us.  We must show no signs humans have inhabited this place.  Hope no one notices the underwear on the floor or the spit in the sink. 

A sniffer turns real

The headquarters for Kadizzle Inc is for sale.  May have to move into the Earth Module if the place gets sold. Finally a sniffer asked to see the palace.   Mrs Kadizzle will go nuts any minute now with the need to clean the dump before the new possible owner shows up on Friday.  Will they notice the flaws of this place?  When you look at your own house what do you see?  Do you see the scuff marks and the tiny place the wallpaper is peeling ?  Will the sniffer see it and refuse to buy because the paint is not perfect or a nail on the siding is loose?

The joint pops when the grass turns green the price goes up exponentially.  If only spring would come it would be worth millions or maybe an extra grand or two.  The problem is if the Kadizzles don't get enough cheese for the castle the next castle will be unaffordable.  We could be stuck in the Earth Module or in your basement, or the kids basement.  So send us a rich buyer who wants this historic place where the only liberal in Mercer County lived.

The Remeadigus

Back in Hazen Kadizzle has been on the Remeadigus.  That is the trip taken through Hazen a couple times a week to shoot the shit with the locals.  The route is almost always the same.  A stop a Shiny's if her shop is open, then over to Rita's,  the library, and maybe city hall,  once in awhile down to see Berg, and then maybe a stop at Archie's garage.  Dave's garage is off the route since he went on to Jesus last year.  Surely Dave is up there working on a car telling Jesus dirty jokes.

As you listen to the people on the route you get a feel for the mood of the local atmosphere.  Not much goes on here, but one thing is clear the disease of stupidity brought on by Trump has seriously taken it's toll on our hamlet.  Talking to some of the local dingers is like hearing a book report on Trump, Rush Limbaugh, or one of the North Dakota right wing prophets.  The poor people are caught in the past.  Every Trump sin can be justified by citing something Hillary supposedly did, or Obama, or Clinton.  If Trump slapped Ivanka,  your typical dinger would say it was okay because Clinton had sex with Monica.

Not one dinger denies any sin of Trump, but says it is acceptable because this is normal behavior for presidents. The mind of a dinger is like the mind of someone in the seventh grade.  Some kid smarts off to the teacher.  The seventh grader is amused and likes the idiot who disrupts the class.  The dingers always think " Wouldn't it be nice to give the finger to the banker when he refuses you for a loan?",  " Wouldn't it be nice to say something nasty to the policeman when he gives you a ticket?".  So when the dinger sees a president act like a seventh grader it gives them a thrill.  These are the people who watch fake wrestling on television.  Remember Trump's appearances with fake wrestlers? The dinger imagines himself as a wrestler slamming the bad guy.  The dingers love it when the fake wrestlers put the microphone in their mouth and taunt each other.  Trump knows the dinger mentality and play to it perfectly.  Dingers think educated people are a problem.  In their mind the dingers know they are the victims of intelligent people so anyone who attacks thinkers is a hero to the dingers.  No one attacks thinking like Trump.  Trump has put the most ignorant destructive people in his cabinet, and the dingers love it.  The dingers know they are an oppressed people, and they want someone to stand up to their oppressor.  Strangely Trump plays this perfectly.  The dingers are oppressed by Republicans who want nothing but tax breaks for the rich.  Trump delivers for the rich by giving the dingers the circus they want while Trump helps the rich pick their pockets.  Trump will go down in history as the ultimate con man. 

Where you find them

Kadizzle always wonders who reads this nonsense.  Yesterday Kadizzle went to the boat to putter around.  On the way back from the lake it looked like something was amiss up ahead on the road.  As Kadizzle got closer he noticed the hood was up on a car.  In North Dakota that is a signal for help.  Slowing down to check if help was needed Kadizzle was greeted with "It's Kadizzle".   Standing beside his perfectly restored car was an old friend from Kadizzle's days at work.  Kadizzle had not seen him for a long time and at first did not recognize  the old comrade.  Who could be greeting Kadizzle with the secret password on top of a hill in the middle of nowhere?  Slowly the mind kicked in and Kadizzle discovered another reader of the morning drivel.  This means all things are possible.  So Trump if you are reading this after you watch Fox and Friends welcome aboard.

Donald if you call this fake news, in this case you are correct and it will be one of the first times you accidentally tell the truth.  Kadizzle did have to admit the Donald may have pulled one off with Korea.  What does a crazy dictator fear?  Of course another crazy dictator.  So having an insane president can be parlayed into a peace negotiation.   What kind of agreement will they sign? Two lying, scoundrels sign an agreement, where does that get you?  The virtues of insanity should be the biography of Trump. 

The lake is still covered with ice, but it is looking pretty rotten and may not last the week.  The boat is for sale, the house is for sale, but nobody wants either one. Both may be over priced, but that is a sign for the heavens above we are supposed to stay put.  It does mean thins have to be spruced up.  Mrs. Kadizzle lives in fear someone may actually want to see the house.  What if someone comes and sees a peanut on the floor the elephant dropped?  Sale over. 

The great plan is to sell out in Hazen and end up with enough cheese to build a house in Arizona.  Then if the boat does not sell life will be in reverse.  In the summer the Kadizzles will live in the Earth Module in North Dakota, presumably somewhere near the lake.  In the winter Payson Arizona will be home.  If the plan works out the home will have two extra bedrooms for anyone to use if they read the blog, are ordained liberals, or members of the Crazy Club.   It will be a temporary mental institution.

A year of change

Last night the Kadizzles gathered with local friends.  It was time to swap news of the winter and local goings on.  Things are changing.  People are making life style changes.  Moving to Bismarck, or some other location.  Once you retire in Hazen it seems you need more than watching snow melt to keep your mind going.  At some point you have to realize Hazen, and Beulah are bedtime communities for all the local coal mines, power plants, and perhaps even farmers.  Get your pile of money and get out.  The lake is all this area really has going, and few take advantage of that.  So you can fish, hunt, boat, and have coffee with the delusional.  This is Trump land, and that is why a lot of people want to escape.  Both the Kadizzle kids say they could not come back to the land of guns, Trumpets, and drill baby drill.  North Dakota with the advent of Trump has taken vast pride in just how stupid and uninformed we can be.  Local radio blares mini Rush Limbaughs, and the real rat himself.  The newspapers never do any real reporting and pumping up the right wing dolts seems a given. Sorry, but the rantalator got going.

Stroupini and Kadizzle sat on the boat in the boatyard and shot the shit in the sunshine yesterday.  The boat is chomping at the bit to jump in the water and sail away.  It is a bit of a problem with an ice covered lake.

The other day we went to a meeting for slip renters. We got to listen to the state people tell us how the state is having budget problems.  In this oil rich state there is no money for the common good, but drive around and see multi million dollar homes popping up.  How does that work?  Is there something wrong with trickle down.  No, trickle down means trickle from the billionaires to the million airs.  It has nothing to do with the old working people.

What about taxes?  Nope, nope, nope.  You can never, ever raise taxes.  Even if you have a war. In the old days when they had a nice war the rich were asked to help pay. Bush put an end to that shit.  Now if you want a nice war it is put on the credit card.

With no taxes the schools, and roads will fall apart.  So what you idiot.  The rich have their own schools, and they use jets not roads, so why should they pay for your kids to go to school.  God and the rich provide us with everything.  That is why we pay god on sundays, and the rich the rest of the week.. Sorry, too much coffee, and the rantalator got going again.

Well the sun is out and if the wind doesn't blow us over it might be a nice day.  The penguins are moving north so spring must be coming.