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.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
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.
Monday, November 27, 2017
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.
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.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
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.
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.
Friday, November 24, 2017
Soreness
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.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
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.
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.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Once again the sun has risen.
Getting of dead center is impossible with Mrs. Kadizzle in command. Should we go to A, or B, or maybe skip that and go to C. Well three of us could go to A, and those who have not been to B can go to B. No we should all go together. Ok, then maybe we should just go to C today and A and B tomorrow. Well if we all go together we need to wait for the baby's nap to end. Ok. Well two of us could hike, and those who do not want to walk could go to A. Well if we go to B we could be back early to start cooking. Yea, now that we have been discussing this for an hour it is too late to go to A and B, but we may have time to go to C. No, C will be too crowded so we need to go to B. Maybe we could sit by the pool and read while the leader makes up her mind. As the clock approaches 11 someone will say " We should have lunch before we go or pack a lunch". Well since it is so close to noon we may as well eat here. Now we can eat lunch and that will mean we cannot leave until 1. Since my sister is coming for dinner we will need to be back by three. With so little time we may as well just stay here.
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Long ago and far away
Fran and Kadizzle are alone at the vacation house. What we have in common is a big family. Kadizzle comes from a family of nine, and Fran from a family of 7. The mingling crowd reminds us both of growing up in large tribes. One childhood memory is waking up on a Saturday morning. Almost without fail some friend of an older brother or sister would be sleeping on the couch.
Mrs Kadizzle comes from a family of two children. One's outlook on life has a lot to do with siblings. As one of nine you learn a lot of diplomacy, and other social skills such as how to conduct a war by age ten. Kadizzle can remember sibling battles. Kathleen was always pretty good sized. When she decided which side of the conflict she would join that usually meant that side would win.
Now we are enjoying two grandpa's, two grannies, two son in laws, two children, and two grand children. Two of Kadizzle's sisters's plus a nephew may show up latter and another nephew will come in later from Richmond. This will be like the Battle of Little Big Horn where tribes came from all corners.
Mrs Kadizzle comes from a family of two children. One's outlook on life has a lot to do with siblings. As one of nine you learn a lot of diplomacy, and other social skills such as how to conduct a war by age ten. Kadizzle can remember sibling battles. Kathleen was always pretty good sized. When she decided which side of the conflict she would join that usually meant that side would win.
Now we are enjoying two grandpa's, two grannies, two son in laws, two children, and two grand children. Two of Kadizzle's sisters's plus a nephew may show up latter and another nephew will come in later from Richmond. This will be like the Battle of Little Big Horn where tribes came from all corners.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Terrible Nest of Liberals
Even the Democratic convention would not have this many liberals in one place. The extended Kadizzle Klan has gathered and the morning update is taking place. This is not the Klan Trump is associated with. Baby admiration is a consuming task. Evie is charming with her smile. Cheech is reading to her 9 month old " Is there room on the broom?". The curiousity of a child is amazing. Sylvie is using up her allotted cartoon time.
With this crowd hammering a plan together will take until noon. Kadizzle may take Uncle Ben on an Indian hike to see some hidden pictographs. Sylvie is determined to spend another eight hours in the hot tub and pool. With ten people the dishwasher runs almost constantly. Praise the lord we got some good cooks here and Fran made some great fajitas last night.
Weather is cooperating with plenty of sunshine and the right temperatures. Everyone is doing their morning updates to see what Trump is up to. Watching the Republican pickle with Roy Moore is a lot of fun. The evangelicals have to support the teen dater. The same evangelicals that voted for Trump the grabber. People always say Jesus loves sinners, well he has a couple good Republican sinners to lavish his love on as they destroy the tax code and health care.
With this crowd hammering a plan together will take until noon. Kadizzle may take Uncle Ben on an Indian hike to see some hidden pictographs. Sylvie is determined to spend another eight hours in the hot tub and pool. With ten people the dishwasher runs almost constantly. Praise the lord we got some good cooks here and Fran made some great fajitas last night.
Weather is cooperating with plenty of sunshine and the right temperatures. Everyone is doing their morning updates to see what Trump is up to. Watching the Republican pickle with Roy Moore is a lot of fun. The evangelicals have to support the teen dater. The same evangelicals that voted for Trump the grabber. People always say Jesus loves sinners, well he has a couple good Republican sinners to lavish his love on as they destroy the tax code and health care.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Over medicated
Awakened by Smiley Mc Gumphley and her mom Kadizzle got to see the new joy. Sylvie was up and adoring the little nine month old.
So the day begins and we get to pretend that we are rich living in Sedona for a week. This is a big jump from the Earth module. Four bathrooms, a pool, hot tub, more TVs than you can count, and a separate living area on the far side of the garage. From Denver, Philadelphia, and Richmond everyone poured in. Now we have to plan some adventures.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Evie and Sylvie
Up early and heading to Sedona. Mrs Kadizzle rented a super deluxe home for the tribe to gather. God seems to want to get a message to Kadizzle. God has sprinkled girls into Kadizzle's life. Six sisters, two daughters, and two grand daughters. The new prize Evie will be the hit of the show. Evie is now nine months old and the smiling champion of the world. Sylvie was nicknamed Ticklepinch, and Evie is Smiley McGumphley. McGumphley has the most charming smile and always seems in a good mood. McGumphly is just becoming mobile and her mom is in for some real work keeping track of a crawler and soon walker. The plan is to stop at the cafe in Payson for a great breakfast on the way.
Somewhere on this blog a video will appear called weightless. It is an absolute must watch. If Kadizzle was fifty years younger he would master what this guy does. You must watch it.
Somewhere on this blog a video will appear called weightless. It is an absolute must watch. If Kadizzle was fifty years younger he would master what this guy does. You must watch it.
Friday, November 17, 2017
The Con Man
The United States needs a con man hall of fame. It could have a section for car salesmen, aluminum siding salesmen, and even one for vacuum cleaner salesmen like Kadizzle once was. Conning idiots is an America tradition. In the old gold mining days the most money was made from selling stock in non-existent mines. Crooked preacher are about the most successful con men and a large part of the Con Men hall of fame should be devoted to those crooks. Who else gets to steal tax free? The drug companies are moving right up. The Oxycontin con made 14 billion for the Sackler family.
Now we need a statue out front of the Con Man hall of fame. You guessed it Donald Trump. At a minimum the Donald will Con the American public out of 1.5 trillion witch will go to the rich. The Donald just so happens to be the rich.
It would be nice if South Dakota could have a Mount Con More. Carved out of greed there could be a giant stature of Trump, a famous crooked preacher, and maybe a Wall Street guy. A Con Man is special. Anyone can walk in a bank with a gun, but a consummate liar like Trump who can smile and lie is something special. In North Dakota we have Kevin Cramer, a mini Con Man aspiring to be Trump. Smile, lie, tell the Hooplehads what they want to hear. Promise them guns, and Jesus. Explain to the Hoopeheads if they give the rich enough money some is bound to fall out of their pocket and right back on the simple minded.
Look back at Al Capone. Sure he was a bad guy, but at least he made beer available to the working class. None of the famous crooks of the past remotely compare to Trump. Trump openly brags about groping women and the Christians giggle with delight and elect him. According to The New York Times Trump lies on average five times per day. Even the most crooked preacher has a hard time beating that. Trump gets Kadizzles vote for best Con Man ever. Hitler might have given him a run, but keep in mind Hitler had a bunch of depressed people to work with. Trump is fooling stupid people, but they have a car, a big screen TV, and plenty to eat. Religion was the original con, but Trump gets a prize for conning the religious. Now that is an accomplishment. That is like the guy who robs the drug dealer.
Now we need a statue out front of the Con Man hall of fame. You guessed it Donald Trump. At a minimum the Donald will Con the American public out of 1.5 trillion witch will go to the rich. The Donald just so happens to be the rich.
It would be nice if South Dakota could have a Mount Con More. Carved out of greed there could be a giant stature of Trump, a famous crooked preacher, and maybe a Wall Street guy. A Con Man is special. Anyone can walk in a bank with a gun, but a consummate liar like Trump who can smile and lie is something special. In North Dakota we have Kevin Cramer, a mini Con Man aspiring to be Trump. Smile, lie, tell the Hooplehads what they want to hear. Promise them guns, and Jesus. Explain to the Hoopeheads if they give the rich enough money some is bound to fall out of their pocket and right back on the simple minded.
Look back at Al Capone. Sure he was a bad guy, but at least he made beer available to the working class. None of the famous crooks of the past remotely compare to Trump. Trump openly brags about groping women and the Christians giggle with delight and elect him. According to The New York Times Trump lies on average five times per day. Even the most crooked preacher has a hard time beating that. Trump gets Kadizzles vote for best Con Man ever. Hitler might have given him a run, but keep in mind Hitler had a bunch of depressed people to work with. Trump is fooling stupid people, but they have a car, a big screen TV, and plenty to eat. Religion was the original con, but Trump gets a prize for conning the religious. Now that is an accomplishment. That is like the guy who robs the drug dealer.
Thursday, November 16, 2017
A lot of nowhere
For the second time in a week we made another adventure into the middle of nowhere. The trail crew had great trepidation about allowing our boss Red Chief to drive this morning. The road for twenty miles hangs on the edge of a cliff. God smiled on us and Red Chief could not make the morning trip. Kadizzle drove grandpa style and we all survived. Hiking way into no place Mrs Kadizzle, Emily, and Cliff went ahead on the trail and trimmed brush. Kadizzle worked on the tread of the trail . Red Chief was supposed to come in a separate vehicle and do the chainsaw work. At about one Red Chief finally showed up. By then everyone was hiking out. Red Chief and Kadizzle took off back down the trail and cut about twelve trees off the trail . Kadizzle had to ride back with Red Chief. Only one near death experience occurred on the treacherous road.
Back at the Earth module Kadizzle has had his two Moscow mules and is relaxed. The Flumper came by walking the dog. Mrs. Kadizzle is just about to serve some gwuanple, so that is all for now. See you in the morning.
Back at the Earth module Kadizzle has had his two Moscow mules and is relaxed. The Flumper came by walking the dog. Mrs. Kadizzle is just about to serve some gwuanple, so that is all for now. See you in the morning.
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