Are you bored and do you need to laugh

The routine

As the big trip across the south looms Kadizzle engages in the routine.  Up before the sun to get fresh coffee Kadizzle wanders from the Casita Patty runs as an AirB&B to the big house.  The screeching rodents meet Kadizzle at the back door.  Ned will have the coffee ready.  Coffee is the real goal.  Ned sits by his computer getting up to date, Kadizzle with coffee flumps down to get up to date. What are the Hoopleheads up to today?  Keeping up with Trump insanity means a good check of the NYT.  Patty wanders down the hall and does her coffee and update so she can go do some substitute teaching.  After boredom sets in time to report to work at the patio.  Tuning the stones so they fit is a hopeless job, but will while away the day until noon break.  Noon will mean an update and then some final rock tuning.  The surrender at the quarry  comes and perhaps a shower.  Dr. Phil starts the afternoon run towards the evening.  Next Judge Judy.  National News, an hour of Netflix then the real prize Jeopardy.  The day is shot the brain has turned to fudge, but one more update and start all over in the morning.  Breaking the routine Saturday will be great.

How about a little ranting to start the day?  Today's rant will be the Republican attack on clean energy.  Trump insist on going backwards in every regard.  Solar and wind power have made monumental progress in helping save the planet and clean the air yet Trump and his hoard of dolts want to get back to the good old days of fossil fuels.  If you really care read the NYT today.  Disrupting anything good seems the goal of Trump.  Satan himself would be hard pressed to take food and healthcare from children to give tax breaks to the rich, but old Trump has no problem with it.  If you need the Russians to win the election so what?  Of course the Hoopleheads are dancing with glee.  They get to carry their guns concealed in every state now.  Hoopleheads love Jesus, but know their real faith is in Smith and Wesson.

The Stone Mason

Sister Patty is not a niggifidle.  Patty wants to get the Pattio finished.  Just for review a niggifiddle is someone who has to have everything perfect. Kadizzle would like to end up with some sort of acceptable product. To cover his rent at his sisters AirB&B Kadizzle has been assigned the task of helping lay stone for the Pattio.  Of course with the family genetics this job will be like most, mass confusion.  First, the damn stones are laying all over the backyard.  Brother in law Ned and Kadizzle have had to move the massive stones with a hand truck.  Of course like every hand truck this one has leaking tires.  You fill the tire put the stone on and go like hell to get the stone to the work site before the tire is flat.  After two days of that nonsense Ned bought a new tube and now that the job is almost done we have a tool that works.  To make the job fun none of the stones are the same shape, thickness or quality.  Today by himself Kadizzle will be doing tuning.  Tuning is when you try to get sand under the stones to make them create a flat even surface.  AirB&B customers will have a premade lawsuit walking on the stumbling mat we are creating.  So as the sun warms the air Kadizzle will soon have to get out there and start tuning the stone.

Sell each other Hamburgers

How does the American economy work? Once Kadizzle called his sister in West Virginia and asked her how the economy was in the Ohio Valley. Growing up there jobs existed, jobs like steel mills, chemical plants, coal mines, big machine shops.  Now that is all gone. My sister replied things are fine we just sell each other hamburgers.  Arizona is a case in point.  So many people do absolutely nothing.  Kadizzle sits in Cottonwood a town without any industry of any sort.  Phoenix has millions of people who just play pickle ball and shuffle board.  The biggest industry in Arizona is people waiting to die.

How can a country exist when most of the young people sit at computers tapping out programs to figure out what day it is.  The answer must be you borrow money.  Who lends you money? China owns us because they land us the money to buy their fribbles.

Think about how many people don't produce anything.  You have a gazzilion old people who do not make widgets.  You have a gazillion young people who do not make widgets.  At any given moment about twenty million people are in a car driving.  They make nothing but a mess.  In the sky at any moment over the United States there are six thousand aircraft full of people doing nothing.  How many people are tied up in the military doing nothing but wasting what we do produce?  Think about how many people are producing absolutely nothing you can wear or eat or sleep in or something that will keep you warm.  The answer is most people are very non productive. Go to a large city and see the large buildings full of people.  What are they doing?  You have insurance companies acting as parasites.  You have the banks creating petty crime on a massive scale.

Drive across the main southern route of BNSF railroad.  A train load of fribbles from China will go by about every fifteen minutes.  Trainloads of stuffed animals, back scratchers, and  vegimatics.  That train is just part of a shipload of junk from the far east.  In a couple weeks that train load of junk will first go to Walmart and then soon to the city dump in every small town.  Is all this sustainable?  How much shampoo can you dump in the river before the fish have clean hair?   How many plastic bags will it take to kill a tree when the bags blow across the parking lot.

Who benefits from the insanity?  All the money trickles to the top.  The people on top who sell the gas for the cars and the hamburgers need help, so The Donald is going to give them some tax breaks.  In the end it will trickle down.  We will be able to buy stuffed animals with our tax savings. and the cycle will keep going if the Chinese lend us the money to buy some neat Christmas lights to throw away in a month.

The Watermelon rodent

As Kadizzle opened the door to his sister's back porch he knew what would happen.  The standard screeching of Patti's pet rodents.  The damn little dogs could drive Donald Trump into sanity.  One dog looks like a watermelon with legs, one acts like Adolf Hitler, and the other just screams like it't testicles are caught in a mouse trap.

In Cottonwood Kadizzle is awaiting blast off on a trip of mercy.  Mrs Kadizzle is back at the ranch with the trail crew.  Brother in law Ned has an aunt in Florida that needs a ride to a funeral in Texas. This all means Kadizzle and Ned will head out on Saturday to haul a 93 year old lady in a big blue van from Florida to Texas and back.  It will be a long insane drive, but Kadizzle has spent very little time in the deep south.   A visit to the land of the Bubba's and the Roy Moore teenage dating club.  In the strange land of the south where people love to vote for those who abuse them.  On Kadizzle's last visit to the south poverty was rampant, now their hero Mr. Make America Great is going to smack them with a tax cut for the rich.  Dumb seems to thrive if  you keep it warm.   Ignorance does not do that well in the cold.  If you have to figure out how to stay warm and pay for it you may as well move to Arizona or Florida.  Sadly global warming is allowing ignorance to spread north.  North Dakota is now full of the red hat Republicans that thrive on guns and Jeeesus.

Cottonwood is a case in point.  Yesterday Kadizzle went with sister to the Walmart that made the national news about a year ago with a shoot out.  The bums living in the parking lot got in a gun fight with the police.  Cottowwood  has an abundance of mutants.  In warm climates the cast offs meet and breed.  Once Trump really puts the hurt on them they may get much more violent without government cheese to keep their bellies full.  One simple fact Republicans have never been able to grasp it that poverty breeds crime.  Once you make it impossible to earn a living with a shovel, then a gun is the next best choice.  So move into your gated community and get your assault rifle the Trump tax breaks are about to stir up the game.

Up Early

Kadizzle got up early.  The laundry did not dry all the way in the dryer last night so he gave it another shot.  When Kadizzle went out the door at five in the morning to the Forest Service laundry.  Mrs. Kadizzle thought he ran away.  Mrs Kadizzle is up watching the Netflix show " The Young Pope".   Anyone who has spent one moment studying the history of the Catholic Church and the outrages of the popes cannot help but wonder about the complexity of the fraud.

Now we have the Old Pope, Donald Trump.  Trump is openly as rotten as all the popes were in secret.  The Hoopleheads love it.  Trump lies with impunity.  Lucky for Trump his followers feel the New York Times is fake news.  The NYT has shredded Trump. Today Billy Bush, the guy who listened to Trump say grab em by the you know what wrote an editorial.  Read it. 

How do people with functioning brains watch public figures lie, and acquiesce to the fantasy it is truth? They want to believe.  They want to believe some lying scoundrel can make America great again. They want to believe in streets of gold.  Wanting to believe is the first step in getting fooled, the requisite for going to a magic show, and the underlying principle of casinos.  Trump like Hitler knows the bigger the lie the better. Stir in some hate, and you have Republican pie.

Magic

Yesterday we had a vegetable feast.  A couple of the volunteers have discovered Peter Bigfoot's floundering hippie commune up Campaign Creek with our help.  Bigfoot gave a generous amount of fresh vegetables for the donation Larry and Salindra gave him.  Little Mike did the cooking and the old fogies had a good meal of veggies and salmon.  It was a nice gathering.

Somewhere in the conversation the discussion evolved from solar power to using hydrogen to power your car.  When it comes to car talk there are two legends that will not go away.  One is the old hundred mile per gallon carburetor the car industry was paid to squash by the oil industry.  The other favorite is the canning jar contraption that converts water into hydrogen for you engine.  The alternator of the car breaks the water down into Hydrogen and oxygen which is fed into the engine.  Anyone who has a rudimentary understanding of physics would know this just will not work.

One fellow at the dinner said why not use a battery to run a generator and thus produce electricity that will charge the battery?  Well the sad news in all of this is that there are millions of people out there that believe this total nonsense.  Now think about it.  Trump got elected. Who did it? Yup, the people who think perpetual motion is just a simple matter of wiring or putting a jar of water under the hood you can turn into hydrogen to run your car.   More than anything this points out the fundamental failure of our education system.  However, keep in mind there are millions and billions of people who believe nonsense equally as absurd under the religion label.  So as we think civilization is progressing the same people who believe in perpetual motion think you can give the rich more and have more yourself.

Caution, this is going to be a rant

Two days we were in the wilderness enjoying the serenity of isolation.  Returning to civilization only to find the Republicans have pulled off the most massive fraud in history.   Kadizzle is livid about how the Republicans have exploited the ignorant using the most basic tricks of lying, fear, paranoia, and all the regular arts of con men.  The Hoopleheads signed up in droves to get taken to the cleaners.  Our children are doomed as the Republicans put tax cuts for the rich on our children's credit cards.  It was just too easy to go along with the raving lunatic we call president.  This whole scam will plunge our country into third world status.  Most people have no clue how far behind our country has fallen in every major statistic of social well being.  The most amazing part of the entire fiasco are the people who are going to get hammered the worst.  That is the crowd of gun totting fools that elected Trump.  Trump drained the swamp and put his own rodents, alligators, lizards and fungus in to replace the old swamp dwellers.  Trump lies on average five times a day.  His followers believe him six times. 

People are supposed to learn from history.  Did anyone ever read about the depression?   The depression was brought on by the robber barons.  They took everything and all the money went to a select few at the top.  People were actually starving to death in Texas and the rich debated if they should be helped because it might encourage welfare.  So here we are once more watching the rich rig the game for themselves by buying congressmen by the dozen.  No one notices, the Hoopleheads have their guns and Jesus, the pickup has gas, and we can watch football on a big screen TV, what is the problem?  The problem is the next big move is for the Republican to destroy social security and the other things that keep peoples heads above water.  Of course when it all blows up, which is surely will, it will all be the fault of Obama and the snowflake liberals. 

We now live in a country of " I got mine".   I got mine the hell with you.   One thing that has ruined the world for everyone is the spread of poverty.  What fun is it to go to the best place in Mexico, but have to wade through destitute people to get there.   Islands of the rich surrounded by slums, that was never fun, and never will be.  Was it fun for the plantation owner to sit on his porch and watch the slaves suffer with nothing?  If it was the plantation owner was a rich psychopath.  Sadly that is a description for Trump, the Koch brothers, Rush Limbaugh, and the whole bunch of greedy dogs.  They have no mercy for the poor, or anyone who was not born with a rich daddy.  Well sit back enjoy a nice drink and wait for the explosion.   Wait hold the press Kadizzle forgot the bonus.   You also get to watch the environment shred as the world blows up with global warming.   I thought I could stop, but one more thing.

The other day Kadizzle read a story in The New York Times (Fake News).   There is a section of Peru that is having a wonderful economic boom.  Crops are blossoming in the desert.  The glaciers are melting and providing plenty of water.  One minor problem the glaciers will be gone in 15 years. Then what?  Ask Trump his tax plan works the same way.  You get a little prize up front right before they hammer you.  Just like the Trump delusion there is an environmental bonus.  Under those glaciers are a lot of toxic minerals.  So when you get down to the bottom of the melted glacier you get some poison with your water.  What a deal.

Report from the mountain

Well, we went up on the mountain, we did not bring back any tablets.  Did not see any burning bushes.  Matt 26, Emily 38,  Mrs Kadizzle 67, and Kadizzle 68 did some serious trail work.  Matt is like a mule and he hauled the chain saw up and down some powerful steep slopes.  On Thursday we made the long drive way, way back into the heart of nowhere AZ.   Deep in the Mazatal Mountains we decended into the canyon.  As we did we cut logs off the trial with the chainsaw, and Kadizzle did some work on the tread of the trail  The ladies with loppers  did what they could to make the trail passable.  The Deer Creek trail is steep.  By three we made it out.  Old Kadizzle needed all the steam he had to get out of there. 

Back up on the ridge we set up camp. We found a spot with a great view and it was a nice place to camp.  A few drops of rain fell, but not even enough to settle the dust.  Kadizzle decided to sleep in the back of the Forest Service pickup truck.  Mrs Kadizzle kept talking about bears, but they never showed up.  Emily strung a hammock between two trees and Mrs Kadizzle set up her tent.  Matts set up his tent.  After a nice dinner Emily and Mrs Kadizzle sat around the fire.  The men went to sleep.  The night was warm and a decent pillow would have been a blessing for Kadizzle.  About four in the morning hunters went by in their zoom zoom machines. 

Up at first light the crew had coffee and a rudimentary breakfast.  Now back down that steep trail.  Since we had left tools and the chain saw there the day before there was no choice but to go down and back once more.

The trail goes through a designated wilderness area. You cannot use a chainsaw in the wilderness so we cleared what we could up to the wilderness.  Again today we had to make the hard hike out.  The youngsters had no problem.  Matt with a heavy pack and the chain saw beat Kadizzle out.  Kadizzle is just too old and fat for this work.  Moving Little Joey up many contour lines is taxing to say the least. 

Well we had a good time and feel like we got some serious exercise.  We made American Great Again the old fashioned way by doing our share.   Experiencing the remote land we all own is an experience.  There are places you own so remote and still pristine.  You need to protect them from Trump and his thieves.

Mountain Adventure

Tomorrow the trail crew will have our first overnight adventure.  The plan is to go to a trail head way up in the mountains.  Up early we will make the drive to the trail head. It will take about an hour and a half just to get there.  Our goal is to cut fallen trees from the trail with a chain saw and re-establish the trail.  After a long day of trail work we will hike out of the steep valley and back to our camp.  Friday we will once more head down the trail.  Perhaps some of the crew will try to hike all the way to the bottom and be picked up there.  Part of the trail is hard to find and our goal is to re-establish the trail.

Two old giesers, the Kadizzles and two young pups will make the trip.  Emily and Matt are the youngsters. So if all goes well you will get a report Saturday morning.

A long hike

Up on the mountain early in the morning Kadizzle set out to hike Pigeon Trail and on down the Oak Flat trail.  Our trail crew stopped to clear brush on an adjoining trail.  The long and short of it was the long of it.  The whole hike was about 9 or ten miles, but mountain hikes are not at all like level hikes.  If you have done a lot of hiking you realize going down is about as bad as going up.  You legs take a beating going down.  The brakes take a lot of abuse.  Sore Kadizzle finally trickled out at the bottom.

Later the gang went for pizza and then a long night of snoring.  The hike made Kadizzle sore, but Mrs Kadizzle doing her snore kick didn't help.  Mrs Kadizzle claimed the old man snored all night.

The Time Share

A couple times Kadizzle and his wife have sat through a time share presentation.  We did it just to get some free goodies.  Once a bi plane ride, once a ski trip, and once a great breakfast.   The Republican scam on tax cuts reminds Kadizzle of a time share presentation.  It all makes sense until you think about it.  As you realize how the whole thing works you realize what money falls into the hands of the operators.  You pay to maintain the place, you pay for the place, and they essentially sell the same apartment 52 times at an inflated price.  The lying, dodging, and scamming of the Republicans as they shovel money to the rich is as shameless as the time share.  Just like the time share the  Hoopleheads will feel warm and fuzzy with the purchase, then a few years will go by and they will see the stupidity of their decision.  Republicans have structured their scam so the simple minded can feel they won a little prize in the first round, when the game is full on the rich will walk off with everything.

Lake Life

Cool air spills in the windows as life comes back to the Earth Module in the morning.  Sunshine gradually warms everything and another day begins.  The peace and quiet here is enchanting.  Slowly all the volunteers are coming back from Turkey day and the buzz will start again. 

Yesterday a minor miracle at the dumpster.  Kadizzle has long thought an extra key for the cycle was essential.  A hidden key on a vehicle is a life saver in the wilderness.  Kadizzle ordered an expensive key blank for the Yamaha so he would have it in an emergency.  Finally the key came in the mail.  Kadizzle threw the package with the key on the table.  Mrs. Kadizzle took it for garbage and threw it out.  By some miracle Kadizzle was inspired at just the right moment to find the key.   After an afternoon nap Kadizzle awoke and was inspired to find the key.  Kadizzle suspected the key had been thrown out so he headed to the dumpster.  The key was found just as the garbage truck was roaring toward the dumpster.

Sitting here for the morning update NPR is reviewing the lying technique of the president.  The liar in Chief.  No one lies like Trump. His lies are indiscriminate and even called lies by his own admission. Yet on he goes lying to the loyal idiots.  After he apologized for advocating groping women he now claims it was all fake news.  The good news is Wall Street loves the scoundrel .   The market is up again today.  So let the bulgine run.  It is up to you to find out what a bulgine is.

When I Go - Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer

We all have to go sometime, but why not make a grand exit.  Enjoy the words, enjoy the music. Enlarge the video.

It was a different time

At this age who can remember what age you were when you did what you did, but it seems like 11, or 12 would be a good number, maybe younger.  In the old days kids could hitch hike.  Today a parent would be terrified if their kid walked down to the end of Poplar Avenue and stuck out his thumb, but that was how you got to the pool at Oglebay  Park.  No one picked you up and molested you, no one murdered you, or abducted you. In the early sixties molesting and killing kids was considered impolite and unseemly.  So after a long day swimming at the pool you walked up to route 88 and stuck you thumb out.  It never seemed to take long before someone saw you with your swimsuit wrapped in a towel and took you to the end of your street.

Most adults in those days had so many kids of their own they would be crazy to steal one more.  Probably if anyone abducted me and called for the ransom my parents would say " He is to ornery we will not pay to get him back, besides we have eight more, so just keep him if you want him."

Hitch hiking worked in those days, and I did a lot of it.  Twice I hitch hiked to the west coast and back.  Once I left Wheeling with ten dollars and made it to California.  It is a long story, so I will skip most of it.  Remarkably two long rides just about made the whole trip.  In both cases the person providing the ride was a man running from his wife.

My father got the strange notion to purchase land in Ritchie county which was about a hundred miles south of Wheeling, east of Parkersburg.  Many times I hitched a ride down into the boondocks.  The trip took one down the Ohio to St. Mary's where you go onto route 50 and headed east.  I always thought it was fun to get to ride in a big truck, but there were some other strange rides.  Once doing the trip with a friend a guy in about a 53 Ford gave us a lift.  The entire inside of his car was redone with shoe polish, black and white shoe polish.  Another may gave me a ride once and I remember his entire dashboard was an ash tray.  Cigar buts were covering the entire dashboard about an inch thick from one side to another.

The most fearful ride ever was coming back from out farm in Ritchie county with a friend.  Some strange men picked us up and the roads were icy.  We had to drive toward Wheeling on the road which was very narrow below Moundsville at the time.  The men were driving extremely fast and we sat in the back scared to death.  The car was doing close to 100 and for a moment they would lose control passing a truck.  This ride about broke me of the hitch hiking desire.   Listening to the conversation of the men in the front it sounded like they were some sort of escaped criminals from New England.  The one man kept saying to the other man " Remind me to shoot his windows out",  From what we could piece together of the conversation the man had fallen asleep in a barber chair.  The barber cut his hair to short and now he wanted to shoot the window out of the barber shop.   By some miracle we made it to Wheeling.  As we passed under what was at that time the B& O railroad station the car approached a red light.   In front of us was an old lady waiting for the light to turn green.  The light turned green just before the man driving smacked her car from the rear.  It did not seem to hurt her car other than giving her a very quick start.  Neither of the guys in the front reacted at all as if it was a normal thing.  The old lady must have just thought her car was perky.  The  nonchalant manner of the episode had my friend and I laughing hysterically.

Another story from the past occurred hitchhiking home from college.  A gentleman picked me up on a windy country road.  As we drove he told me about the last guy he had picked up.   He said he picked up an older guy who seemed like he had a lunch with him in a brown paper bag.  The driver told me the man kept fiddling with something in the bag.  The driver asked the man what was in the bag and he said nothing just his lunch or something like that.  The man giving me a ride said it sounded to him like the man he had picked up was loading a handgun in the bag.  Then he went on to explain to me how he solved the problem   He said he knew the door on the passenger side was ajar and not closed all the way.  As he went around a sharp curve he lifted his leg and shoved the old guy out of the car.  At this point I said to my driver " Well you did not know if he had a gun or not?".  "No" he responded.  He said he just saw the guy roll across the pavement.   Sad way to have you lunch ruined.  I assured him I was unarmed.

Almost forgot my favorite story.  Once coming back up the river from New Martinsville.  A red Corvette convertible pulled over to give me a ride.  The first thing they guy asked was" Where were you going? "  I replied" Wheeling. " Then the driver said to me " You would never believe what happened to me in Wheeling when I was going the other way.   I stopped at a house of ill repute to acquire the services of a prostitute,  and who did I end up with?  The girl I sat behind in high school.  That must have been a very strange high school reunion.

It was a different world in those days.  People trusted people, and people trusted strangers.  It worked then, but now no one relies on what Mr. Smoot used to call Shanks Mare.

The Tribes wander back into the desert

Here we are in the Earth Module.  Mrs. Kadiizzle is making some hot cereal.  The sun is shining and it will be a warm day.  Kadizzle is contemplating his next letter to the editor of the Bismarck Tribune.  A good subject seems to be how the Trumpster has totally destroyed religion.  Religious people voted for Donald Trump.  Trump is a lying, pussy grabbing, con man.  How can anyone claim to be religious and not renounce the fraud.  You cannot go to an AA meeting drunk, yet so called Christians feel they can go to church and brag about their lying hero all week.  How can you read the Bible and conclude Trumps destruction of health care is what Jeeesus wants.  How can you support trickle down economics which we all know is trickle up.  Who would join a church that so clearly goes against what it professes?  Religion takes a leap into delusional thinking to make religion possible.  How far from common sense and decency can religion stray and still have any semblance of believability?

No president has ever disregarded the truth like the Trumpster.  Today he is calling the video of him advocating grabbing women's genitals fake.  First he claimed it was locker room talk, now months later he says the whole thing was faked and he never did it.  Just like his accusations that Obama was born in Kenya.  First he said one thing then admitted he lied.  No problem.  Trump declares himself a liar and his fans still worship at his feet.  The truth has completely disappeared from Trumps administration. 

Trump appoints foxes to guard the hen house every day.  Trump is the ultimate con man, yet the religious of all people look to the swamp drainer and don't see a man that has drained the swamp and filled it with super mosquito, and serpents of the worst sort.

Back here beside the lake we will enjoy a casual day.  Kadizzle may go for a ride in the mountains. In such an idyllic setting it is hard to understand the world is melting around us.  Some of our city slicker relatives went into the wilderness on a hike with Kadizzle.   At least they thought it was wilderness.  Sure it was away out of town, but no where near the real isolation one can achieve.  It was evident they were out of their element.  We have become disconnected from the planet that sustains us.

TRUMP vs Stone Cold Fight WWE (goes with post below)

Fake News

Kadizzle just finished his morning library read in the thunder room.  One article was about fake reality TV.  Fake reality seems like an odd phrase, but since the old Trumpster came up with Fake News it makes more sense.  The Kadizzles do a lot of hiking in Arizona and there are few areas we have not explored.  Near us at our summer encampment they must have filmed a "Dual Survivors" episode.  Before we came south for the winter Kadizzle bored out of his gourd watched one of the spine tingling idiotic shows.  The two great survivalist were lost in the desert.  The scenery began to look familiar. Kadizzle had hiked the area and motorcycled through it many times.  The stars of the show said they were lost.  If they got on any high point they would have seen Lake Roosevelt.  If they went in just about any direction they would hit a road.  In fact they could not have reached the point where they were without crossing a road.  At the top of canyon they claimed they would have to go down into the canyon to get water.  It might have been easier asking the tourist next to them for water before they made the treacherous decent.  The one guy always goes barefoot.  Barefoot through the desert would be just about impossible. Even the natives had to weave sandals.

Trump has led us into an era where facts no longer exist. The truth is simply what you want to believe. If you want to believe these two dolts really were in danger in the desert from lack of water that is your choice.  Trump received large help and donations from the WWW association. What is WWW?   It is the World Wide Wrestling association.  That is the organization that promotes the fake wrestling. In fact you can go on Youtube and see Trump participating in the fakery.  Kadizzle will post Trump doing the wresting fake news.  It should appear above this.

Soreness

Getting old means losing flexibility, hiking and being sore, and on it goes.  Yesterday Kadizzle set out with Uncle Ben and Josh to find some pictographs.  Last year when we were at Sedona someone told us how to get to some Indian art at the base of a cliff we had been looking for.  The pictographs are not easy to find.  When an Indian site is hard to find that means it will be well preserved.  The degenerates like to deface and ruin Indian remnants.  Degenerates usually will not hike far or put in any effort to get to anything so that is the good news about well hidden sites.  Kadizzle thought he could remember where on the main trail one turned off to get to the site. Unfortunately for Ben and Josh Kadizzle got mixed up.  In his head Kadizzle tried to remember last years hike.  Last year Sylvie made the hike, so Kadizzle remembered being proud how far Sylvie had hiked.  Next Kadizzle remembered the turn off was some even mile point.  For some reason he thought the mile point was one mile.  Anyway we hiked well past where we should have turned off the trail.  Luckily we encountered and older couple sitting on a rock having lunch.  They knew of the pictographs and sent us back down the trail to the turn off.

The National Park Service knows that ancient sites are endangered by idiots.  In an effort to keep sites from being defaced by Trump voters the park service does not mark trails or maintain trails to the sites. In fact the Park Service tries to obscure the trails.  That is why we could not find the beginning of the trail.  Additionally the Park Service is happy to let the trails fall into disrepair. In the end we did find the art.  Sadly vandals have over the years also found and destroyed some of the art.

The Quest

If all goes well Kadizzle will head out with his brother in law to find some pictographs early today.  Somewhere out there up a canyon are some pictographs many never get to see. We were there last year with Sylvie and her family.  Remembering how to find them will be the key.

Last night we had our version of Little Big Horn.  The massive tribe gathered for a pre-Turkey day feast.  Oldest sister of six Melissa and youngest sister Patty came with their spouses.  Add to them Mrs Kadizzle's extended family of Ben, Bonnie, and Josh.  Now throw in Sylvie, Erin, and Fran.  A pinch of Megan, Sam, and Evie and you have a vast gene pool.

The men got to sit around the fire pit late into the evening.  Ben is a Civil War expert, one of the top three Civil War appraisers in the country.  Brother in law Ned is a pretty good expert on the history of this area.  A lot of speculation and history were discussed.  Ben has been an avid Civil War relic hunter and has found several civil war bodies.  In his quest for relics he also found the body of a modern murder victim, a young girl.

So here Kadizzle sits among many great cooks, as if he needed more good food.  Hopefully a little hike today will make some belly room.  Little Joey is so excited about the prospect of pumpkin pie, and stuffing.  Little joey loves stuffing.

Kadizzle dreams to the extend it is a disorder.  Elaborate detailed dreams fill his head at night almost like going to the movies.  Last night was special.  Trump's motorcade came down the street and Kadizzle got to personally tell the Trumpster what he thought of his policies of destruction.  For the grand finally in the dream Kadizzle got to slap Trump.  Cannot wait to go to sleep tonight to see what happens next.

Now if you are a bit bored today read Gail Collins in The New York Times.  She is doing one of her quizzes today.