Packing the wagon

 Now that the Earth Module is our only home it has to be packed carefully.  Maybe yesterday we solved the big problem of how to pack the electric bikes.  It seems we will have to lay them horizontally behind the cab of the truck so the fifth wheel can swing over them. 

Woke up to a world totally insane.  The west is on fire.  Climate no problem.  The president is mentally ill, no problem.  Trump cultist are popping up everywhere, no problem.  Russia is defeating us with stupidity bombs.  If you believe it, it is true.  Science, math, and history have all become very flexible. 

Trump lies, and tells tall tales.  Think about it religion does the same thing.  Why are we surprised that about half the population will believe anything.  Half the population has always been prone to religion.  Maybe it all started with Santa Claus.  Children accept being lied to as part of life.  People send children to church to be indoctrinated with nonsense, then we wonder why they believe Trump?  A strange world we live in where those with some sense of reality exploit those without.  History is replete with instance of leading the simple minded down a rat hole.  So one more time we have a mentally ill massiah feeding the masses an illusion.  Fiction is always better than reality.  

Dear Leader

 We have entered a new era.  Americans now live in a cult led by Dear Leader.  Dear Leader loves us and lies to protect us.  We don't need science, math, or history anymore and should burn all those books.  Dear Leader knows what is best for us.  What is best for us is tax breaks for the rich.  Democrats are evil because they are not nice to Dear Leader.  Dear Leader calls women who are mean to him nasty, reporters who ask hard questions are nasty. Dear Leader knows nasty when he see it.  If we would accept the new religion of Dear Leader all of us could be happy.  Why are you reluctant to join Dear Leader's cult? You get to wear a red hat, you don't have to wear a face mask, you can carry a gun, and you get pardoned for anything you do if Dear Leader likes you.  

Where did they go?

What about the dead, those who passed on? Where did they go?  Sitting in the home of a good old friend who went on listening to music on his stereo.  The night before in the home of another friend who went on.  My brother went on, my father, two of my sisters,  so many crossed the line.  As a young person one never thought of crossing the line, but now so many Kadizzle has know have crossed.  What is on the other side?  You can make up what you want, that is what religion does.  In fact religion does it for you.  On the other hand you can admit, you just don't know. That is the school Kadizzle is in.  The most likely thing is we are no different from the squirrel run over on the street.  Maybe it just simply is over.  It would sure be nice if all the answers were known once the body left us.  So many mysteries could be revealed.  So much is unknown.  Really what is gravity, what else is out there.  Maybe we get to know once we give up the ghost.  Sitting here with a mild fog outside contemplating.  The days are numbered.  Once you cross that line at 70 you begin to realize the glass is not half full or half empty, the glass is just about dry.  Deny it all you wish, but you can feel your body falling apart like an old house, and old car, and old pair of shoes.  You just don't last forever.  Kadizzle keeps telling the younger gang, retire enjoy, you never know when the plug will be pulled.  Money, money, money, it is always just a little more.  Look at the people with gobs of money, are they any happier.  Look at Trump a miserable rat obsessed with greed.  Where did greed get that rat?  It motivated him to lie, to cheat, to be a despicable human.  Look at the people who love him.  They can see what money did to him, and they actually wish it on themself.  Trump sits on a golden toilet.  Wow, does life get any better?  There is a lot of world out there and most of it is free.  

Dina turns eighty today

 Today we head off to Dina's sequestered birthday.  Dina is an old sailing friend, no pun intended.  First we are going to go biking at Harmon Lake.  Dina and Bill were some of the first sailing friends we had and we sailed together for forty years on Lake Sakakawea.  Sitting around the campfire we always told stories about all the Chinese fire drills we had.  Dina like Winky is an excellent cook and must be blamed for many of the pounds around Kadizzle's waist. Dina has been very active in politics and with her group the badass grandmas she has made some serious progress in cleaning up the political mess in North Dakota.  Bill has gone on to the lake in the sky, and now Dina is running her home as an AirB&B as well as carrying on the family investigation business. 

Thought they were better than that

Seeing a friend sucked into the Trump cult is a sad thing.  One of the scariest things about the Trump cult are the people in it.  At one time Kadizzle had some respect for these people.  He knew them as business people, plant managers, mayors, and what seemed like normal rational people, but now they are in the cult and refuse to leave no matter what motivation Trump gives them.   Trump lies, cheats, steals, rapes, and disrespects women, military personnel and these people still stick with him.  A mental aberration is the only explanation. 

Morning in America

In our home for the homeless Winky is asleep up in her nest. Kadizzle is down here in his nest with the Earth Module sitting outside the window. Kadizzle awakened about five A.M.  The silence is wonderful here in the country.  A warm morning shower felt good.  Now we face another day of gradually getting ready to migrate.  Before we migrate we have to make a trip to Vermont to see Cheech and her two little snoochols.  Son Quinn is getting so big and Evie has a blast with her other adoring granny. 

What the world could be if the rich did not insist on stealing everything.  The incredible wealth disparity in this country is insane.  

We are living in a nice house that normally sits empty. How many nice houses sit empty while people are homeless? What we have in this country is a distribution problem.  Time to see if Winky is awake and have some coffee.  

Toys headed south

In a couple hours Stroupini will stop by to load up the motorcycle.  Along with the cycle Stroupini will take the little sailboat he has donated for the Kadizzles to use.  Both will go to Arizona.  Stroupini is nuts, he is going to make this long drive and sleep in the cab of his pickup truck. God bless him.  Hopefully he will get to do some sailing on the four lakes down in AZ.  That little boat will be a lot of fun.  You can pack some stuff and camp on the shore of the spectacular canyon lakes. 

Winky and Kadizzle have hiked two days in a row at the Knife River Indian village.  Walking through the woods where the ancients camped in the summer makes one think about the past.  For some strange reason they will not permit bikes on the trails.  It would be fun and harmless. Perhaps Kadizzle will have a talk with the park superintendent. 

Winky and Kadizzle have been busy preparing the Earth Module for launch to AZ.   The new camper is now equipped with two huge batteries and a new solar panel.  

Dina Butcher will turn eighty soon and everyone needs to wish her a happy birthday.  Dina is Kadizzle's political hero in North Dakota.  She is the bravest woman in North Dakota fighting for democracy.  Dina has received national recognition for her fight to the ethics commission.  Dina is a lifelong Republican that has turned against the Trump cult.  By any standard a brave intelligent woman who gets things done. 

Kadizzle pitched from Facebook

Kadizzle has been banned from Facebook for thirty days.  Apparently the Facebook computer does not understand sarcasm.  The Fargo Forum had an article about homeless people in Fargo.  People were complaining about the homeless people.  Kadizzle suggested that the problem would be solved if people voted for Trump.  Kadizzle said Trump would round up the homeless and kill them like Hitler killed the gypsies in Germany.  Well it seems Facebook has entered a touchy area of censorship. 

Nazi Flags Flying

 The fags are flying.  People publicly declaring their stupidity is an amazing sight.  Kadizzle is now hunkered down near the little town of Stanton, North Dakota.  The local businesses have cranes with the boom raised high flying Trump flags.  It is a sickening sight.  Simple minded people proud that they do not read, comprehend or understand.  The Nazi Trump flags have sprouted.  These people declare the truth just does no matter.  Living a world with cult members sprinkled among us gives and uncomfortable feeling.  What did it feel like in Germany as the country marched toward disaster?  Years ago when Kadizzle moved to North Dakota it seemed like a reasonable place.  Back in West Virginia, that state seemed like a reasonable place, but we have slipped into redneck heaven. Gun toting, flag waving, Republican Jesus hell is now the standard. 

Now there is a good sign.  Kadizzle knows two preachers well.  Both of them have seen the evil of Trump and are pressing their flocks to wake up.  It seems that some Republicans are coming out of the fog.  Trump's insanity seems to get worse every day.  At what point do people finally wake up?

Hello Russians

Good morning Russians.  Kadizzle just checked the statistics on this blog.  There are about 900 Russian followers, and 500 people from the United States.  Please Russians don't help Trump get elected this time.  If you help defeat Trump you will be eligible for a Kadizzle T Shirt, a trip to Kadizzleland,  a signed pair of Kadizzle's under garments, and many other prizes.  So get to work and do some good hacking this time.  

Moon Launch

Outside our country dacha sits the new Earth Module.  Daily Winky and Kadizzle prepare for the launch.  When the module is finally launched toward Arizona it must be equipped with everything to survive.  A new solar panel has been purchased and the motorcycle rack has to be built.  Winky is trying to find where to store all the essentials.  One thing about the new module is we have better sleeping accommodations for a guest.  Stoupini is enthusiastic about pulling a small sailboat to Lake Roosevelt for us to use.  That will be a great addition to our winter fun. 

 

Rain will come and the wind will blow, deer will die in the winter snow

 The tranquility of the country is soothing. The Kadizzles may be developing a bad habit of sitting in front of a large TV in the morning. Never in our hundreds of years of marriage have we done such.  The styrofoam deer is out in the yard grazing. Brian put genuine deer antlers on it.  Kadizzle remembers when we fired an adle adle at it.  If you don't know what an adle adle is you need to look it up and learn.  Yesterday the Kadizzles made a trip to Bismarck and reminisced about how small it used to be.  Now urban sprawl is the norm.  Dina made some great margaritas and Mexican food was ordered.  Of course this resulted in a night of digestion problems.  We are preparing the new Earth Module for the next run somewhere.  Storing our Earthly possessions is a big project.  Kadizzle is building a rack for the motor cycle.  Sleeping out in the country away from the noise is very pleasant.  

At some point the plan is to make the long trek to Vermont, or Philadelphia to see Cheech, Chuba Bubba, Evie and Sam. That will be a haul.  It does not seem right to drive into the dementia of the East when we are out here on the prairie safe and sound.   

Greener Pastures

 Maybe the search for greener pastures blew up in our face. Today we sign the papers that let our home of 42 years go.  Winky's grandfather was an architect and designed the house.  Finally we had it tuned to perfection.  Winky was famous for her garden and yard.  What were we smoking?  The lure of the southwest got to us.  Payson, Arizona seemed like it could supply us with just a little more.  That ugre for more usually gets people in trouble.  In ou 70's we are too old for the adventure we are undertaking.  This is the stage of life for gentle crumbling.  Kadizzle sees himself as that old house in the country with the roof sagging, the windows broken and the fence falling apart.  You are going to age, even though you hope it is at the pace of a glacier, it is going to happen.  One of the hardest things for the Kadizzles to give up was living with some wonderful neighbors.  Dallas and Marilyn were saints as neighbors.  We loved helping them and enjoyed sitting on their back porch having a rootbeer float or a gin and tonic.  Bod and Liz were younger than us and hunting and sailing friends forever.  What were we smoking?  So off we go into the land unknown.  This is like a space shot.  Here we sit at another good friends house.  This is indeed a wonderful setting easy to get used to.  We are out in the country with no one around in any direction. The peace, quite, and tranquility are raining down.  Soon we have to take off on a long drive to Philadelphia to see Cheech, Chubba Bubba, Evie, and Abraham Albert.  This has been the summer of long drives.  Two Trips west to buy a truck and camper, and now a trip east.  It will all add up to over six thousand miles. 

The Earth Module sits beside Ray's house.  Ray was a good old friend that passed away.  His son graciously let us move into his empty home.  The Hazen domicile is behind us and we have stepped into a new world.  Ray had a very nice home with many amenities.  Out in the country things are so nice and peaceful.  It is such a pleasant break from the hectic life of moving. 

National affairs are disturbing.  The Trump cult is frightening.  It seems we are on the verge of civil war.  The last civil war was won by the north because of industrialization.  Hopefully this civil war will be won by the side that has science, and reality on their side.  So much of what Trump has stirred up reminds one too much of Nazi Germany.  The cults ability to soak up the lies and paranoid nonsense is astounding.  As we approach the election we can only expect the insanity to grow. 

Trump's hardware store

Kadizzle went down to the hardware store to get some electrical supplies.  Somehow checking out he got engaged in a political discussion with the store owner's daughter who was clerking.  First the discussion centered on education. Kadizzle said that a good education was crucial to understanding the world.  The young girl behind the counter said she believed that all important things could be learned from experience, and that normal education did not matter.  Her entire family was home schooled.  Kadizzle said it was important to know statistics to really understand the world.  Kadizzle said that anyone that knew how to do real research and use statistics would know for example how much Trump lied.  At the point young Mrs. Hardware said she check all her facts with Fox News and everything Trump has said is true.  She asked me if I supported Biden.  I told her I did.  At this point she said Biden was a pedophile.  Kadizzle explained to her that the right wing media was circulating a picture of Biden kissing his grandson on the forehead at the funeral of his son.  Kadizzle asked her what she thought about Trump's advocating grabbing women's genitals.  She said she knew nothing about it.  At this point her father broke into the conversation and asked if I did not grab some butt in my day.  He said everyone does.  Kadizzle was dumbfounded and asked him if he was serious.  At this point Kadizzle was told to leave the store.  The display of the cult like attitude was unbelievable.  The effect of home schooling was obvious. The poor kid was totally devoid of any real news or sense of reality.  Apparently all the children were raised in this atmosphere of father knows best and the truth.  It is very sad to see children robbed of the right to think. 

A nice old memory

If you want to see some nice video watch the Buckskin Gulch video below.  Many years ago Winky and Kadizzle hiked the gulch with Ruth and Rodger.  It is a hike everyone should experience if they ever can. It is near the Wave, probably one of the most famous natural features for photographers.  

Buckskin Gulch, Utah, USA in 4K Ultra HD

Tearing apart the Engine room

 Kadizzle is sitting here where he sits every morning.  This is the place where we get up to date.  Getting up to date is a process of the modern world.  One gets on the Google and finds out the state of the world.  Of course the current state of the world is pure unadulterated insanity.  A plague of idiots has flourished in the fields of Fox News, KFYR, and right wing media.  Back to the engine room.  Everyone should have a place of refuge.  The engine room has an old cheap desk that Kadizzle has fallen in love with.  The damn thing is made out of the modern particle board, the curse of humanity.  Things that used to be real wood are now pressed glue.  However, the desk is laid out just right for Kadizzle.  Maybe Kadizzle will get up off his arse and take a picture of the control center. 

Music is the most important part of the morning ritual.  Somehow music starts the engine.  The Bismarck Tribune has to be checked to see if the right wing or the left wing dingers are firing hard at each other.  The bad news this morning is some simple minded woman praised the Trump boat parade in Bismarck.  The Nazis love to march.  

Well today may be the day the cherished engine room is disassembled.  Trump might have his desk in the Oval Office, but this desk works better.  Just about three more days and the Kadizzles will become gypsies.  No home, just traveling trash.  The world does take strange turns.  Our pseudo home will be at an old friends house.  Ray passed away, but it is interesting to see how the world turned.  Kadizzle may end up sleeping in Ray's bed.  Kadizzle remembers so well the first day he saw Ray.  Little did Kadizzle know how the Earth would spin to the point it has. Our lives suffer from two major curses intertwined.  Trump and the Virus have taken away so much.  The freedom to travel the world will be missed the most.  Trump has turned our country into a cesspool of virus and stupidity.  Other countries don't want us.  We are like infected rats led by the biggest rat.  At any rate have a good day  fight the fight.  Talk to every man woman and child and let them know the need to vote the rats from office.  Don't miss a chance. 

Plastic mental illness

 

With the moving game in full progress everything must be packed.  Kadizzle has become obsessed with this shrink wrap stuff.  Now he has a new way of packing for traveling.  You take one pair of socks, one pair of underwear and a T shirt, roll them in a bundle and wrap.  You have a kit for one day to get you off to a start from the shower.  With a good foundation  you are good to go.  Five days equals five bundles.  You can wrap the world with this stuff.  It keeps similar things together.  It is the greatest invention since peanut butter. 

That time of year is coming when the Kadizzle family gets to pretend we are the one percent that stole everything.  At Thanksgiving if the world still exist the family will gather in Sedona by the pool .  Sylvie will be swimming like a fish, and Kadizzle may see a couple of his sisters.  At this stressful time that scene looks pretty good. 

Once in awhile

 As the world crumbles Kadizzle often things about running away to the hills of West Virginia.  A thousand years ago Kadizzle and Winky spent the summers on the family farm up a narrow valley in the middle of West Virginia.  It was just a forest retreat.  The beauty of that place is it's self sustaining nature. The most wonderful aspect is free natural gas.  Because there is a gas well on the property the land owner gets gas free from the well.  Think about it.  The gas runs the refrigerator, heats the house, and would provide electricity if you wanted to run a generator.  The water comes from the well. The sewage goes in the outhouse. The place needs nothing to keep you alive but a garden. Deer meat is free.  If you could eat groundhogs, and squirrels you could have some variety.  The neighbors are hillbillies, and nice people.  You see noone for weeks.  The outside world leaves you alone.  So when the worst happens if we can make it back to the hills we might survive.  Maybe that is why people say head for the hill.  The good book says " I lift mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my health. ".   When all else fails you can find us on Cain' Run in Ritchie County, West Virginia.  Maybe we will come full circle .   We were here at age 26 and maybe we will die there at age 76.  Like the Nazis the Trump cult might hunt us down and eradicate us for thinking outside the Fox univers.