Lord Kadizzle Song writer

Lord Kadizzle often sings in the shower, or will just burst out with a song for no reason. Yesterday it happened again, Lauren heard one of Lord Kadizzles songs on the radio. Utah Phillips died, and NPR did a spot on his life. The song Halaluya I am a Bum was sung in the background. Through the years Lauren only heard the song when she heard me sing it. Last night she told me about the story, and her amazement that my song was on NPR. Little did she know I did not write the obscure song. She knows now. Years ago the same thing happened with my kids. I sang in the shower all the time and the kids thought I was making the songs up. Sometimes I did, but most of the time it was not my songs. Like Lauren they were amazed to find my songs made it on the radio, and cropped up in unusual places. At first they told their little friends "My Dad wrote that song", then quickly they started to figure out, it just ain't so. Lord Kadizzle was proud when he got credit for many of Bob Dylans songs, and he wrote quite a few of Janus Joplin's.

Modern Technology

Yesterday his lordship was wandering around the job site when he happened upon the surveyor and his helper. They were setting a pin for something. With todays technology the surveyor only has to touch the head of a finishing nail in the top of a wooden stake to get it's exact location and elevation within a thousandth of an inch. It is amazing technology. A tripod set up over a hundred feet away is reflecting light back and forth to a prism, and the rest is history. So many task can now be done by one person for locating elevation and all the other measurements that used to take at least two people and considerably more time with less accuracy. Now just about every elevation comes from a laser tripod sitting somewhere nearby. Being a generalist Lord Kadizzle was reading a coal publication yesterday. The publication was speculating on how coal haul trucks would soon be self guided. A mine in Australia may be set up by the Japanese that will use GPS technology to drive the haul trucks remotely. The day may come when people sit in an office and drive a three hundred ton truck located a thousand miles away.

A Man from the past

Yesterday Lord Kadizzle ran into a hill billy. The foot hills and hallars of West Virgina, and Ohio contain a special breed of hill billies. A common announcement on the radio was a plea for help for someone who "got burnt out". Translation, the trailer burnt down. It all started when the young escapee from the hills introduced himself. Some where in the conversation the fellow mentioned he had no drivers license. Asked how he lost it, he explained how he had a gun pulled on him by a drug dealer. The drug dealer was mad because he was selling drugs to some of his customers. Needing to make a quick exit he hit the other fellows car on the way out. His vehicle must have picked up some red paint in the process. When the police stopped him and asked him to explain the dent, my hill billy friend explained that he had hit a deer. The patrolman asked him if the deer was painted red. After five days in jail he began his trip west with his schizophrenic uncle. His mission was to become a union bolt twisster. Somehow they ended up in Montana a shot an Elk. No decent hill billy would buy a license to shoot an elk. I forgot to ask that obvious question, but from the sound of it they were living on elk meat every day. In Montana his uncle threw the cell phone out the window because he thought it was a bomb.

As our conversation went on I realized his life was just one disaster after another, but that was pretty much what he expected. His father died in his forties from a methadone patch that somehow killed him. Now it looks like a lawsuit will result in millions for his clan. The cash will do them good because according to my new found friend growing dope was getting to be just too much of a hassle. With the new found wealth they plan to replace the houseboat featured above with a newer model.

Pop Over to Pook's blog

Megan is having a great time in Paris. If you want the full scoop pop over to pooks blog

Making the World Safe for Democracy

Back in the old days during the Vietnam war someone came up with the phrase "Making the world safe for democracy". Somehow killing peasants in Vietnam was making the world safe for democracy. The phrase is inspirational, so Lord Kadizzle often thinks of it as his mission in life. Once you undertake the mission you realize how big it is. Making the world safe for democracy involves a lot. Sometimes it comes down to cutting he grass, taking out the garbage, and many other mundane task. So as Lord Kadizzle trudges off to work today, he will be "Making the world safe for democracy". We do need clean power plants to make the world safe for democracy, so the first thing he will do today is work a little on building a new exhaust pipe for the power plant at Stanton. Who knows what else will be involved in this constant struggle to take the country back from the Republicans and restore democracy?

The Day ahead

Lord Kadizzle's psyhciatist is asleep with his wife and child in the basement. His lordship is beginning to wonder if mental illness is contagious. Rather than cure his lordship, the psychiatrist is starting to act more like him. Today if the weather cooperates the Kadizzles, and the rest of the crew will go to the lake to launch the good doctors sailboat. It does not look like a good day for a sail so far. The good ship Sovereign is still sitting on the hard as they say. At the rate things are going it will be one of the latest launches ever.

Model Man and Meg going to Paris tonight

Meg's boyfriend is taking her to Paris on a modeling job tonight. So old Meg will be in gay Pari

Snoocher Bear's New Roof

Prettly Little Meg gets new Hair Cut

Supposedly Ned is the model, but I think they got the tags mixed up.

Frightening supply of Idiots uncovered

Last night Lord Kadizzle sat in his chair, and tried to nap. In the background the book channel was on. The author being interviewed had infiltrated Rev Hagee's church. It was not hard to do, but the simple minded nature of the people that attend is unbelievable. The author was sent to a special camp to get indoctrinated. At the camp everyone was given a baggie to throw up into. You were supposed to puke up the devil. The pukers were told not to pray to God while they were puking, because the devil would not come past their mouth if God were in it. The author will be interviewed again today at six. The most frightening part of the interview was when the author explained how these people think about politics. They are simply told what to think, and how to vote. There is not questioning.

From Politics and Prose bookstore in Washington D.C., Matt Taibbi, contributing editor to Rolling Stone magazine, explores the political landscape of post-9/11 America in "The Great Derangement: A Terrifying True Story of War, Politics, and Religion at the Twilight of the American Empire." Mr. Taibbi presents his thoughts on the war in Iraq, the machinations of Congress, the 9/11 truth movement and his time as a chruchgoer. Matt Taibbi discusses his book with David Corn, Washington bureau chief for Mother Jones magazine. Following the taping of After Words, Matt Taibbi and David Corn took questions from the audience at Politics and Prose bookstore

Spring finally forced into back yard

This spring seems like the slowest ever, but rain yesterday popped things out. The Commander has been working relentlessly to get the yard going.

The Commander is Madder than Hell and isn't going to take it anymore

Wow, The Commander read an article int the New York Times yesterday dealing with how money evaporates in Iraq and she ain't happy. The article details how billions have evaporated in Iraq. Checks have been written out "Pay to the order of Iraq", for billions. The Commander is so pissed she is threatening to withhold taxes. No problem, if she is willing to go to jail, but you know it will be his Lordship. It will take years for people to realize the total mess Bush has made. There is no question in my mind he is the absolute worst president that will ever occupy the White House. If you want to raise your blood pressure read the article. If you need to hear a loud noise call The Commander and ask her about how we account for money spent in Iraq. The biggest terrorist that has done the most damage to this country, is named George, and he lives in a cave in Texas.

Geoge Bush does it in his own Nest

Driving to work yesterday, Lord Kadizzle realized how his life would be impacted by inflation. If he works for six months, gets paid well, and saves every penny, he will be right back where he started. How does this work? George Bush, and his do nothing policies have resulted in terrible inflation. Take your net worth, and figure what an extra two or three percent of inflation would do to it. Yup, you quickly realize just one more aspect of the mess George has made. Because our wonderful president has failed to address any problem during his last eight years, things are simply out of control. This in and of itself is terrible, but you have to add in all then negative things the idiot has done, like the war, the tax breaks, and so on. History will show no president ever wrecked economic havoc on the country like the current fool, and he did it all by doing nothing. Pure genius.

Baby Powder very dangerous

Lord Kadizzle has worked on industrial sites for around thirty years, everything from coal mines to power plants. A big deal the government has instituted is informing workers of chemical hazards. Lord Kadizzle has never had a problem, nor really seen an employee have a problem, but yesterday this all changed. His lordship went in an office trailer to talk to someone. His eyes began to water, and his sinus began to plug up. It almost looked like he would have to walk outside. When his lordship got back to his office he told the secretary about the experience. She said she also had the reaction in that trailer. She said a woman there liked to spray baby powder to make the place smell nice.

The reaction lasted all night and is still bad this morning. My nose has run like Niagara falls, and I have never been so plugged up in my life. I can still barely function. Whatever was in that baby powder concoction is the worst chemical exposure I have ever had.

If up were down you could not go much higher

The chimney is on it's way up out at the work project. It is quite an undertaking. The contractor is slip forming the chimney, which means it is being poured continously. The crew makes from eight to twelve feet per day. It will probably go up close to a thousand feet, will have to check on that.

Guest Editorial by Wolfgang Mack,

OK, here we go, Wolfgang Mack, is David Mack's father. David is Amanda Butcher's husband. Bill Butcher is my sailing buddy. Wolfgang wrote the following letter to the Seattle Times. Lord Kadizzle strongly agrees with the entire letter, except as you might expect his lordship is not a McCain fan. Although McCain is right on this one.

John McCain's courageous advocacy for nuclear power (Seattle Times, May
14 2008) ran into the usual barrage of opposition, based on the
prejudice against anything "nuclear". The fact is that here in the
United States we are operating almost 100 nuclear power plants with a
remarkable safety record over the last 30 years, not to mention the
hundreds of nuclear power plants in the rest of the world. Even the
much heralded Three Mile Island accident has not cost one single life,
and in the more than three decades since its occurrence, we yet have to
detect any adverse health consequences. Sure, there was Chernobyl but
that accident was more a failure of the Soviet system, not something
inherent in nuclear power generation.
The critics say that nuclear power plants are too expensive and take
too much time to build. Let's face it: the cost of nuclear power plants
has been inflated largely by inordinate construction delays caused by
unrelenting "interveners" who simply object to nuclear power without
regard to the facts. And in the shop-worn argument about nuclear waste
disposal we should not confuse radioactive waste from nuclear weapons
plants (high level waste, like from Hanford)
with low level wastes from nuclear power plants. These have been
dealt with safely all over the world for decades with well proven
disposal techniques.
Is nuclear power entirely risk-free? Of course not, but in comparison
with other ways of electric power generation, it is remarkably safe. In
assessing nuclear risks, we forget the huge cost in human health and
lives of coal mining, the economic and political disaster of our oil
dependency, and the grave carbon dioxide
("greenhouse") pollution. Balancing our needs for energy and the
associated cost leads to non-carbon technologies. Nuclear is perhaps
the most realistic solution.


Wolfgang Mack
1301 Spring Street
Seattle WA 98104

Eat with a loser, only five thousand dollars

My older brother always gets invitations to big Republican fund raisers. He just forwarded me the invitation. For five thousand dollars he can eat with George Bush. The two of them will be at McDonalds sharing fries as the poor employees spit on their hamburgers. Who in their right mind would want to eat with the loser. The Republicans are advising anyone running to distance themselves from the idiot. So if you see someone that looks like they could be related to me eating with the president, it aint me babe, its my brother, he still believes in miracles.

1,400 Yards of Concrete to pour today.

The day will be long and hard. The trucks are setting up about now, 4:30 A.M. It will take all day and then some, with two pump trucks, and one conveyor truck to get the fourteen hundred yards in place. Lord Kadizzle is already shot,and the day has not yet started.

Lets get serious or you will get no desert

Read the article LETS GET SERIOUS or you will get no desert. If you want an "A" in the Kadizzle course, this is a must read. Herbert hit the reality nail on the head.

I could not find a way to turn my head that did not hurt

I beat the sun up. My damn sinuses hurt so bad I have to get up. Day two in the life of an employed man. Yesterday the wind blew so damn hard everyone wanted to go home. The job did shut down a little early. Working beside a coal pile left everyone looking like underground coal miners. Lord Kadizzle came home took a shower, and proceeded to recover from the tragic shock of work. When The Commander came home for the inspection she mentioned the dirt in Lord Kadizzles ears. Apparently he had missed some scrubbing. After using some wet wipes the ears were clean. The wet wipes looked like carbon paper when he was done.

Yesterday Lord Kadizzle had a conversation with an old safety guy on the job site about the spiraling hopelessness of coal fired plants. The cleaner you want them the more megawatts you use to clean the exhaust. The more megawatts the more pollution you create, and of course the whole damn process becomes more inefficient. The plant we are working on is one of the older ones in the area, so it is like putting a new exhaust pipe on a model T, and hoping to end up with a Prius.

The type of safety work Lord Kadizzle is now engaged in is somewhat different from his traditional lines of work. Rebar placement is a new thing. Yesterday his lordship had his first try at walking out on to this mess. It is like learning to walk on a ship. The opportunities to step through the mess and bust the royal jewels are endless. It is amazing the guys who do this do not all have very high voices.