You Unload

There is an old gospel truth that keeps resurfacing in American music and faith traditions: before you can claim righteousness, you must first unload your burdens—your greed, your cruelty, your lies, and your indifference to the suffering of others. Grace is not something you wear like a campaign button; it is something that demands accountability.

That is why the behavior of so many self-identified Christian Republicans is so troubling.

They speak endlessly of Jesus, yet oppose feeding the hungry.
They praise the Prince of Peace, yet glorify violence and vengeance.
They demand moral purity from others, while excusing corruption, cruelty, sexual abuse, and outright dishonesty from political leaders who serve their interests.

Christian faith, at its core, is not about power, wealth, or dominance. It is about humility, repentance, and compassion. You cannot hoard privilege, demonize the poor, scapegoat immigrants, mock the sick, and then claim the moral high ground simply because you say the word “Christian.”

The message echoed through generations of gospel music is clear: redemption is not free of responsibility. You don’t get to keep your sins, your hatred, and your hypocrisy and still pass yourself off as saved. You must unload.

Until Christian Republicans are willing to unload their fear, their obsession with power, and their tolerance for cruelty, their public faith rings hollow. What they are practicing is not Christianity—it is politics wrapped in scripture.

Faith without integrity is just noise.

— Kadizzle

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Are we nearing the end of the Trump dictatorship

Many Americans now share a quiet, persistent hope: that the era of authoritarian behavior masquerading as leadership is finally nearing its end. The accumulation of documented corruption, ethical violations, and credible allegations of abuse has grown so large that even the most devoted partisan defenses are beginning to crack.

Institutions meant to safeguard democracy have been weakened. The Supreme Court’s legitimacy has been called into question. The rule of law has been distorted into a tool for loyalty rather than justice. Meanwhile, the normalization of intimidation, dehumanization, and the open association with criminal behavior has left the nation exhausted and fractured.

This is no longer a debate about policy differences or ideological disagreements. It is a question of whether a society can survive when truth is dismissed, cruelty is rewarded, and accountability is treated as persecution. History shows that democratic backsliding does not require mass support—only sustained silence.

Some within the former president’s own ranks have begun to step away. Their departures matter, but they are not yet enough. The real question is how many will be required to interrupt the cycle of corruption and destruction before lasting damage is done.

If this trajectory continues unchecked, the cost will not be borne by one party or one generation. It will be paid by institutions stripped of trust, by citizens taught to fear one another, and by a nation that forgot the difference between power and principle.

Human progress depends on courage—the courage to speak plainly, to reject lies even when they are convenient, and to defend democratic values before they are reduced to historical footnotes.

A Good neighbor passed away

 Living in Hazen, North Dakota we had the best neighbor a person could have. In fact we had many good neighbors. Dallas went to heaven Christmas Eve. Dallas had a good long life. We spoke to Marlyn just this morning and found out. She is every bit as wonderful as Dallas. We spent so many good days on their deck and at their dinning room table. We helped them every way we could and they paid us back immensely. Dallas owned the grocery store in town. When Dallas had us over for a steak dinner we got the best. Dallas loved birds and was well known for attracting Wood Ducks. His yard was always one of his key projects. Often we discussed philosophy and Dallas had some good stories. Dallas added a lot to our lives and so many others. He will be missed. 

Whites, Skaggs & Cooder at the Ryman, You Must Unload

Coffee Time

A Typical Morning in the Age of American Madness

It’s a typical day in America. A husband and wife sit down at six a.m., coffee in hand, scrolling through the endless avalanche of news. And once again, most of the ink spilled is about one man—Donald J. Trump. Never in our nation’s history has so much attention been consumed by such relentless turbulence.

I sometimes wonder if I am  beating a dead horse, but  I also never imagined  I would live long enough to watch the United States willingly plunge into this level of collective delusion. Even the dimmest brick shuffling around in a MAGA hat must, at some buried level of consciousness, suspect they’ve been conned. How could they not? Every single day Trump delivers fresh proof that he is unfit—unstable, authoritarian in instinct, and operating with the emotional maturity of a child.

Yet his supporters stare at the towering pyramid of evidence that he is the worst sort of con-man grifter—and they simply look away. They pretend not to see it. They pretend not to hear it. They swallow the latest outrage as if they’ve built immunity to reality itself.

Worse still, Trump has filled his inner circle with people who mirror his delusions, feed his ego, and reinforce the madness. What, exactly, has our country come to when this is the leadership millions willingly embrace?

The question now is painfully simple:
Can we restore sanity?
Can the United States pull itself back from the brink and re-embrace truth, decency, and democratic integrity?

We have done hard things before. We can do them again. But it will take courage—from citizens, from leaders, and from anyone still capable of seeing through the fog.

Because the fog is thick, and time is short.

Tax the Rich

The Great Tax Illusion

One of the most successful illusions ever sold to the American public is the idea that the rich pay taxes. They don’t—not in the way working people do, and not in proportion to what they take out of the system.

Even Mitt Romney, no socialist firebrand, recently let the truth slip. In a candid moment reported in The New York Times, Romney acknowledged what everyone inside the club already knows: the wealthy use perfectly legal schemes—carried interest, offshore shelters, trust loopholes, asset borrowing, stepped-up basis—to avoid paying meaningful taxes. They don’t earn income; they own assets. And assets, in America, are sacred.

This isn’t new. What’s new is how naked the system has become.

We are not drifting toward feudalism—we are returning to it.

In a modern feudal economy, wealth doesn’t come from work. It comes from ownership. The lords own the land (now stocks, real estate, data, and platforms), and the peasants rent their lives back one paycheck at a time. Most Americans today are serfs in all but name: one medical emergency from ruin, one layoff from homelessness, drowning in debt while being told the stock market is “doing great.”

And presiding over this mess is Donald Trump, the head circus clown, whose job is not to govern but to distract. While wealth concentrates upward at a pace unseen since the Gilded Age, Trump keeps his followers buzzing with lies, conspiracies, and culture-war nonsense. MAGA doesn’t question power—it worships it. The anger that should be aimed upward is redirected sideways and downward, toward immigrants, teachers, librarians, journalists, and anyone without money or influence.

This is how oligarchy survives.

Romney warns that the world is on the edge of a cliff. He’s right, though he stops short of naming the obvious cause: extreme wealth concentration paired with political capture. When billionaires don’t pay taxes, democracy collapses into a pay-to-play charade. Roads crumble, schools decay, healthcare becomes a luxury, and the public is told there’s “no money”—while fortunes grow untouched.

The solution is not complicated. It can be stated in three words:

Tax the rich.

Not slogans. Not symbolic gestures. Real taxes on real wealth. Close the loopholes. End the fantasy that borrowed-against wealth isn’t income. Restore progressive taxation that once built the American middle class instead of hollowing it out.

And let’s be clear about one thing: you are not rich.

If you think you are because you own a house, have a retirement account, or make six figures, you’ve swallowed the illusion whole. Unless you control hundreds of millions—assets that generate power, not paychecks—you are not in the club. You are one illness, one market crash, one bad year away from joining the ranks of the peasants.

The sooner Americans stop defending people who loot the system, the sooner we can stop the slide back into feudalism. The illusion is cracking. The question is whether we wake up in time—or keep applauding the circus as the tent collapses.

Young people don't have time to pay attention

I went to the doctor today and had a conversation with the nurse about building a pool in Payson. She seemed unaware of what the Three Stooges are doing in regard to a pool. The Stooges want to put duct tape on the old pool and call it good. It is a poor decision to just to serve the old goats who are opposed to paying any new tax. The goats want to save the money for the casino. Payson is being run by and for the Tea Party crowd because nobody else pays attention. We have Trump on a national level because normal people failed to act. The same is happing in Payson. The Stooges have brought the town to a standstill to protect the Tea Party goats from a small tax.  Wake up young people. Your children will never enjoy a pool if the goats have their way. 

The Payson Tea Party

What Is a Group, Really?

A group is defined by what its members share. So what binds the Tea Party crowd together?

In Payson, the answer is uncomfortably clear. They share a fondness for political lies, paranoid rumors, and the comfort of a very small world where complex problems always have simple villains. Our town is burdened with a Tea Party faction that yearns for a mythic past—white dominance, gun-slinging bravado, and cowboy-hat masculinity that mistakes bluster for strength.

Tea Party women seem unbothered by crude men who treat them as second-class citizens, as long as those men shout the right slogans. Trump is adored precisely because he mirrors the Tea Party mindset: nothing is ever his fault. Every failure has an external enemy. Biden caused it. Immigrants caused it. Democrats caused it. Someone—anyone—but them.

Grievance is the Tea Party’s organizing principle. Their followers are convinced they’ve been wronged, that they are victims of forces beyond their control. They are assured, repeatedly, that their disappointments have nothing to do with poor choices, incuriosity, or a lifelong avoidance of reading, education, and intellectual honesty.

A Tea Party meeting resembles a revival tent for resentment. It is part church, part therapy circle—though not one aimed at healing. Like an AA meeting run backward, it doesn’t confront addiction; it feeds it. The addiction is to Fox News, to fear, to slogans masquerading as ideas, and to stories so short on facts they fit neatly into a headline crawl.

In the end, the Tea Party doesn’t offer solutions. It offers absolution—permission to stop thinking, stop learning, and stop taking responsibility. For some, that’s an irresistible comfort. For Payson, it’s a continuing curse.

Stooge Circus

Welcome to the Stooge Circus: A Case Study in Payson-Style Hypocrisy

Last night, Payson residents were treated to a full-scale performance of what can only be called The Stooge Circus—a town hall meeting starring Council Members Steve Otto, Jim Ferris, and Charlie Bell. These three political contortionists have perfected the art of promising one thing, doing the opposite, and acting as though no one will notice.

For years, they rallied the Tea Party crowd with two battle cries:

1. “The town should vote on major spending!”

2. “The 1% sales tax is an outrage and must be repealed!”

Now that they’re in power?
Both principles have vanished like cotton candy in a rainstorm.

Take the swimming-pool fiasco. Payson once had a real opportunity to build a modern aquatic facility that would have served families, seniors, and youth for decades. That dream is gone—sabotaged by obstructionists who campaigned on outrage but govern with duct tape.

Jim Ferris, the loudest opponent of the new pool, now proposes to “save” the crumbling Taylor Pool with pocket change and aluminum-can economics. Instead of a long-term community investment, they want to patch, glue, caulk, and pretend it’s progress—all without giving the voters a say, despite promising voter involvement in every major project.

And the sales tax?
These same officials who demanded a public vote to impose it now insist on keeping it—quietly, conveniently, and without a peep about voter approval. What was once tyranny when someone else did it is now “responsible governance” when they do it.

This isn’t leadership.
It’s performance art.
And the theme is hypocrisy on parade.

The Three Stooges of Payson have managed to turn civic inconsistency into a governing philosophy. If there were awards for political contradiction, they’d sweep the ceremony. But the people of Payson deserve honesty, transparency, and real planning—not circus acts, not duct-tape solutions, and not elected officials who forget every promise the moment they sit behind the dais.

Payson deserves better than this show. The question now is:
How long will citizens tolerate a government run on slogans during elections and shortcuts during governance?

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Dead, but not dead for a good cause, or attend your own funeral

The Donut Tontine: A Fundraiser Where Everyone Dies (But Nobody Actually Dies)

Let’s be honest—raising money is hard. Bake sales flop. Raffles annoy people. And no one wants to hear the words “fundraising committee.” So Kadizzle reached deep into the dark, dusty basement of financial history and dragged out a strange old creature called a tontine.

Don’t worry. No one is actually harmed in this version. Mostly.

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What in the Heck Is a Tontine?

A tontine was an old-school retirement plan from way back before Social Security, 401(k)s, or even common sense. Here’s how it worked:

• A group of people all put in the same amount of money.

• That money gets invested.

• Everyone splits the yearly interest.

• When one person dies, their share of the interest gets divided among whoever’s left.

• As people drop off, the survivors make more money.

• The very last person alive gets everything.

Yes—this worked great financially and terribly morally. Unfortunately, it turned out that when money increases with each death, people start dying a little faster than nature intended. Who could have predicted that? Because of the “light murder problem,” tontines were outlawed.

So naturally, Kadizzle thought: We can fix this.

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The Donuts with Democrats Tontine (No Assassins Allowed)

Here’s the safe, modern, non-murdery version.

• We recruit 26 brave donut patriots.

• Each person throws in $100.

• That creates a $2,600 Donut War Chest.

• The money sits in an interest-earning account.

• The interest helps pay for donuts, coffee, and the emotional support required after consuming that many pastries.

Instead of real death, we use something even more powerful:

Artificial Death (Also Known as “You’re Dead, But Please Pass the Sugar”)

• Every member’s name goes into a jar.

• At each meeting, one name is drawn.

• That person is now officially “Dead to the Tontine.”

• They stop receiving future interest shares.

• But they do not stop showing up, because this is not a cult. Probably.

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The Funeral (With the Corpse in the Audience)

At the next Donuts meeting:

• The previously “dead” person shows up very much alive.

• A formal funeral is held.

• Someone delivers a eulogy listing:

  • Their good deeds

  • Their bad political opinions

  • And at least one mildly embarrassing personal fact

• The “deceased” sits silently and listens to their own life summary like a ghost at their own wake.

This continues for about two years, one death per meeting.

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The Final Survivor (May God Have Mercy)

Eventually, only one symbolic survivor remains. This person:

• Becomes the Last Donut Standing

• Is crowned Keeper of the Financial Flame

• Does not get assassinated, poisoned, or shoved down a stairwell

• Does not get the money either—because this is a fundraiser, not a crime documentary

Meanwhile, Donuts with Democrats keeps the original fund and uses the interest for donuts and operations the entire time.

And here’s the beautiful part:

• Everyone gets some money back from interest during the process

• So the real cost to each person is less than $100

• Everyone gets donuts

• Everyone gets coffee

• Everyone gets publicly eulogized while still alive

This is what economists call a win-win with frosting.

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Example Numbers (Because Even a Donut Cult Needs Math)

• 26 people × $100 = $2,600 total fund

• If the account earns 5% per year:

  • $2,600 × 5% = $130 per year

• Over two years:

  • About $260 in total interest

• That interest:

  • Offsets what each person originally paid

  • Helps buy donuts and supplies

• Donuts with Democrats still keeps:

  • The full $2,600

  • Plus the interest earned along the way

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Act like nothings wrong

Act Like Nothing’s Wrong

The country is melting under a Trump-style dictatorship, and yet millions of Americans—especially within the GOP and the Tea Party—continue to behave as if everything is perfectly normal. Rights vanish. Institutions crumble. Corruption parades itself in daylight. And still, they smile, wave flags, shout slogans, and insist that nothing is wrong.

How do they do it?

The evidence is everywhere, in plain sight. Court rulings ignored. Inspectors general fired. Prosecutors attacked. Journalists vilified. Judges threatened. Elections undermined. Enemies praised. Allies discarded. The rule of law turned into a joke, the Constitution reduced to a prop. Lies now pile up like snowdrifts—layer upon layer, burying facts, burying accountability, burying truth itself.

And yet the faithful remain serene. They chant. They cheer. They deflect. They deny. They gaslight their neighbors and themselves. The corruption becomes “strength.” The cruelty becomes “toughness.” The criminality becomes “smart business.” The collapse becomes “freedom.”

This behavior is not new to human history. It is a familiar psychological defense: when the truth becomes too terrifying to face, people retreat into denial. They normalize the abnormal. They excuse the inexcusable. They learn how to act like nothing is wrong to preserve their identity, their tribe, and their sense of safety.

A song captures this mindset with uncomfortable precision. Its characters are thieves, addicts, and enablers—people surrounded by disaster who survive not by confronting reality, but by performing denial. Each character faces a crisis so obvious it should shatter their world, yet they choose the same solution: pretend everything is fine.

The corporate thief is caught red-handed after twenty years of betrayal and responds not with accountability, but with lawyers and denial.
The alcoholic drinks himself into isolation, abandoned by everyone, yet convinces himself that the bottle is enough.
The mother watches her daughter disappear into addiction and sex work, yet chooses silence over truth.

Each tragedy ends the same way:
Act like nothing’s wrong.

That is exactly what we are seeing today on a national scale.

When corruption is exposed, they don’t demand justice—they attack the investigator.
When lies are proven false, they don’t correct them—they repeat them louder.
When violence erupts, they don’t grieve—they justify.
When democracy is threatened, they don’t defend it—they mock it.

Fear runs the engine. Fear of outsiders. Fear of losing status. Fear of being wrong. Fear of the world changing without their permission. Rather than confront that fear honestly, it is easier to deny reality, wrap oneself in slogans, and accuse anyone who tells the truth of being the enemy.

But denial has consequences.

You can “act like nothing’s wrong” only for so long before collapse becomes unavoidable. Societies that abandon truth cannot govern themselves. Nations that excuse open criminality eventually become ruled by it. Movements that worship power over principle finally consume their own followers.

The tragedy is not only what authoritarian leaders do. The deeper tragedy is how many ordinary people help them do it—simply by looking away, closing their ears, and pretending that everything is fine.

History shows us where this road leads. It never ends in stability. It never ends in peace. It ends in reckoning.

And reckoning does not care how long we pretended.

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A new low for the Trump dictatorship

 The lying and deceit of the Trump gang remind me of the Three Stooges destroying our town of Payson. Killing people just for fun takes us back to Roman times. The local Stooges killed the hope for a new swimming pool, and Trump showed us how to kill people cling to a sinking boat. What kind of America do we live in. Ride around town and see people living in ramshackle homes while the rich put gold bricks on Trump's desk to buy favors. Wow, have we ever sunk this low? Now the Trump mafia wants to take health care and more from the poor to provide the rich with even more. What have we come to?

Let them freeze

How Low Can a Nation Sink? A Reflection on Power, Greed, and the Erosion of Our Communities

The cascade of lies and deceit pouring out of the Trump political machine echoes a sad pattern we’ve seen before—right here in small towns across America. When unprincipled people gain influence, their chaos spreads outward, damaging everything from national institutions to local hopes for community improvement.

In our own town, local political “Stooges” helped kill the dream of a new swimming facility, not because the project lacked merit, but because obstruction has become their identity. Nationally, Trump displays a similar brand of destructive leadership—one that treats human beings as disposable and clings to power at any cost. Watching him joke about people dying as they claw for survival on a sinking boat is more than grotesque; it is a chilling sign of moral decay.

Drive through many small towns and you can see the consequences with your own eyes: families living in run-down homes, infrastructure crumbling, and communities struggling while the ultra-wealthy slip gold bars to political strongmen in exchange for favors. The wealthy get richer; the poor are told to sacrifice a little more so that billionaires can accumulate yet another tower of excess.

How did we reach a point where cruelty is embraced as strength, poverty is dismissed as laziness, and public good is treated as an afterthought?

We are living in a moment where a political mafia openly seeks to strip healthcare and basic services from millions, all while selling the fantasy that this theft somehow makes the nation “great.” It is a shameful chapter in American history—and one we must not normalize.

The question we must ask is simple:
How low are we willing to let this go?

Every citizen, regardless of party or background, has a duty to push back against corruption—whether in Washington or in our own town halls. The strength of a democracy is measured not by the power of its leaders, but by the courage of its people.

Let’s summon that courage.

Let’s rebuild what has been torn down.

Let’s demand a country worthy of its ideals again.

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Trump ruins everything.

The con man in chief ruins everything he breaths on. The White House is just one of his many disasters. The list of his sins is endless. We can only hope some disease rids us of the Orange Skunk. Now Trump want to invade Venezuela.  Of course Trump needs all the distractions he can create for the Epstein mess. It has become clear Trump is in cahoots with Putin to steal Ukraine.  Trump has managed to grift billions, yet his cult still loves him. 

The Turkey got pardoned along with drug dealers and Criminals.

The turkey got pardoned at the White House, but the Orange Turkey inside should never be pardoned for the infinite damage he has done to our country. On every front Trump has reigned destruction. Women's rights, the military, the economy, national relations, and on it goes. Trump wrecks havoc like snow falling. The Orange rat is surely the worst president in history. To top it off the lickspittles he appointed are all as bad and crazy as Trump himself. 

Is Trump imploding

I have watched two mental health professionals diagnose Trump. Both conclude Trump has mental problems and is in decline. Any normal person that has watched his speeches knows his bolts are loose. As a con man there is no one who can match him in history. As a mentally ill president he also ranks first. Of course his greatest skill is lying. Majorie Taylor Green has abandoned Trump. Wow, that says something when the other mental cases run from Trump.  

The Grifters Episode 30 "Peace Prize Dreams"

How you got screwed by your employer

HOW THE DEATH OF PENSIONS BROKE AMERICA’S RETIREMENT SYSTEM

National Association for the Advancement of Humanity

For most of the 20th century, the American worker had something rare in today’s economy: security. If you worked long enough for a company, you retired with a pension—a guaranteed monthly check for life, insulated from Wall Street’s chaos and corporate whim. Your employer carried the risk. Your retirement was safe.

Then, in the 1980s, corporate America discovered a new toy: the 401(k).
And that change—quiet, incremental, wrapped in the language of “choice” and “personal responsibility”—has produced one of the greatest economic bait-and-switches in modern history.

Today, we live with the consequences: a nation where millions approach retirement with nothing but a shaky account, a volatile stock market, and a prayer.

Here’s how it happened.

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From Guaranteed Security to Every-Man-For-Himself

A pension is simple:
You work → The company invests → You retire → You get a check every month until you die.

It was stable. Predictable. Dignified.

A 401(k) flips all of that upside down:
You invest → You hope the market doesn’t crash → You hope you don’t outlive your savings → You pray fees don’t eat the account → And if anything goes wrong, you alone absorb the damage.

The shift wasn’t an accident. It was a strategy.

Companies figured out that 401(k)s were:

• Cheaper

• Less risky for them

• Easier to cut when times got tough

• More profitable for Wall Street

So they dumped pensions and handed workers a flimsy substitute, wrapped in patriotic rhetoric about “ownership society.”

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The Collapse of Retirement Security

1. No More Guaranteed Income

Pensions guaranteed lifetime payments.
401(k)s guarantee nothing.

A pension couldn’t “run out.”
A 401(k) can vanish in a recession or just get spent down because a human being dared to live past 85.

This single change—removing the guarantee—is the core of the retirement crisis.

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2. Most Americans Can’t Save Enough

The median 401(k) balance for people nearing retirement is about $89,000.
That produces maybe $400 a month.

Try living on that.

Half of Americans have zero retirement savings. Zero.
The most powerful nation on Earth turned retirement into a DIY science project.

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3. Risk Shifted Entirely to the Worker

Under pensions:

• Employers bore market risk

• Employers bore longevity risk

• Employers bore inflation risk

Under 401(k)s, all three landed on the worker like a sack of bricks.

If the stock market crashes the year you retire—tough.
If health problems force early retirement—tough.
If inflation eats your savings—tough.

It’s capitalism with a twist: heads the corporation wins, tails the worker loses.

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4. Inequality Exploded

401(k)s work great for the wealthy:

• They earn more

• They save more

• They get bigger matches

• They can hire advisors

• They never cash out early

But middle- and lower-income workers?
They get:

• Low wages

• Spotty matches

• Job changes

• Emergencies

• Early withdrawals

• Fees, fees, and more fees

The result is predictable:
The rich glide into retirement while everyone else clings to part-time jobs at age 72.

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5. Fees Eat Up Decades of Savings

Wall Street loves the 401(k) system because it siphons off billions in fees.
These fees—hidden or buried deep in the fine print—quietly eat up 20–40% of a worker’s lifetime gains.

With pensions, fees were microscopic.
With 401(k)s, they’re a profit machine—for everyone except the worker.

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The Outcome: A Nation Unprepared for Old Age

Look around:
More Americans are working past 65 than at any time in modern history—not because they want to, but because they have to.

We turned retirement from a guarantee into a gamble.

We turned the elderly from secure retirees into anxious market-watchers.

We turned stability into speculation.

And we did it because corporations didn’t want long-term obligations and Wall Street wanted a new revenue stream.

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The National Association’s Verdict

The destruction of pensions was not just an economic shift—it was a political choice and a moral failure. A country that once promised workers dignity in old age replaced that dignity with a volatile account, market roulette, and the false promise of “individual responsibility.”

America’s retirement system didn’t collapse.
It was redesigned to collapse—quietly, profitably, and with the blessing of the politicians and CEOs who benefited from the wreckage.

If we want to restore retirement security, we must stop pretending the problem is worker behavior and start addressing the truth:

The pensionless retirement system is a rigged game.
And workers are the ones holding the losing hand.

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The Trump insanity spins on

Every time I hear Trump in one of his rants, I wonder how anyone can deny Trump's bolts are loose. Did you watch Trump give his McDonalds speech? Unhinged is the only way you can see that idiot. This week he call a reporter "Piggy",  how presidential. Trump is a gutter rat. Trump's insanity never stops. At the White House he is tearing down he welcomed a murdering prince, and said " Things happen".  If you are still a hard core MAGA you are as deluded as King Trump. Meanwhile the grift goes on.  The stealing and corruption of the Trump gang is setting new records every day for theft and graft.  

Corruption infecting our country

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The Most Corrupt Man Ever to Sit in the Oval Office — And Why His Second Term Is Even More Dangerous

By any and every measure, Donald J. Trump is the most corrupt human being ever to sit in the Oval Office. Historians know it. Ethics experts know it. Anyone with the courage to peel back even one layer of the onion knows it. And if the A-plot of Trump’s second presidency is his openly declared authoritarian project, then the B-plot—the one running quietly in the background, poisoning everything it touches—is his shameless, industrial-scale corruption.

And make no mistake: the B-plot feeds the A-plot. Corruption is the bloodstream of authoritarianism.

Trump’s First Term Was a Warm-Up for Corruption

The first Trump presidency was a four-year ethics crime spree:
• Cabinet members indicted, investigated, resigning in disgrace.
• Foreign governments funneling money through Trump hotels.
• Pardons handed out to cronies, political allies, and convicted criminals like party favors.
• A president who refused to divest from his businesses, meaning the Oval Office was essentially a full-time marketing department for the Trump brand.

That wasn’t a presidency. It was a smash-and-grab operation.

And yet—as unbelievable as it sounds—it was only a preview.

The Second Term Is the Heist in Broad Daylight

Trump is not hiding the ball anymore. He’s telling you exactly what he plans to do.

During his first term, he at least pretended the Constitution mattered. Not anymore. The new Trump project is straightforward:

1. Immunity for himself.
   Trump’s legal arguments boil down to: If the president commits a crime, it becomes magically legal. That is the dream of every dictator in world history.

2. Weaponizing the Justice Department.
   He openly says he will use federal power to punish political enemies—mayors, governors, journalists, former officials, prosecutors, anyone in his way.

3. Replacing qualified civil servants with loyalists.
   The goal? A government run by yes-men whose job is not to serve the public but to protect the Dear Leader.

4. Turning the U.S. Treasury into a family wallet.
   Every kleptocrat starts here. Trump’s second term is already modeled on Orbán, Erdoğan, and Putin: consolidate power, crush opposition, and enrich yourself and your inner circle.

This is not speculation. It’s the blueprint Trump and his advisers brag about on television.

Corruption Isn’t a Side Plot — It’s the Engine

Corruption isn’t a character flaw with Trump—it is the governing philosophy. The system exists only to extract wealth, power, and revenge.

You can’t have democracy and Trump’s brand of corruption in the same country. One destroys the other.

That’s why historians warn that the second Trump term would not simply be a replay—it would be a completion. Authoritarians always return to finish the job.

The Real Irony? Trump’s Base Is the First to Be Betrayed

The MAGA faithful, the folks who would lose sleep if a library book had two moms in it, are the same people Trump is fleecing blind.
He takes their donations.
He sells them cheap gold sneakers.
He turns their fears into merchandise.
He pockets their loyalty while giving them nothing in return.

Every dictator in history has the same trick: convince the peasants to cheer while you empty their pockets.

A Nation at the Crossroads

We’re not debating policy differences anymore. This is the oldest question in politics:

Do we want government by law, or government by one deeply corrupt man?

If Trump’s return to power is the A-plot of creeping authoritarianism, then the B-plot—the constant drip of corruption—is what keeps the whole rotten story moving forward.

And it ends the same way every time:
with a ruined democracy, a frightened population, and a leader who escapes the wreckage holding bags of money.

America has been warned. Loudly. Repeatedly.

The question now is whether we’re still a country capable of listening.

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The Peasants always suffer

The Peasants of the New American Dictatorship

The United States has slipped—quietly for some, violently for others—into its first full-blown dictatorship. And as history always tells us, there is never any mystery about who suffers most when a strongman takes power. It’s never the oligarchs. It’s never the billionaires. It’s never the yacht class or the resort dwellers.

It is always the poor.
It is always the workers.
It is always the people who believed the lie.

From ancient kings to 20th-century fascists, dictators rule with the same formula: weaponize the grievances of the people at the bottom, then hammer those same people into the ground once power is secured. Trump has not reinvented the wheel; he’s simply rolling the same old iron chariot over the backs of the very peasants who worship him.

The Great American Irony

What makes the Trump dictatorship remarkable is not its brutality—history has seen worse—but its absurdity. The people who empowered him were the people with the most to lose. The MAGA peasants weren’t just foot soldiers; they were the fuel, the oxygen, the cheering section.

And here is the cruel twist:
Trump abuses them the most.

The factory worker who thought Trump would “bring back jobs” now faces rising costs, disappearing healthcare, and a government run by corporations.
The struggling rural family that believed Trump would fight for them has been rewarded with cuts to social programs, worse schools, and crumbling infrastructure.
The veterans who believed the strongman myth now watch as Trump pardons war criminals but abandons those who served honorably.

The Old Story in New Clothes

Every dictator throughout history has blamed a scapegoat, promised a rebirth, and declared himself the only “truth.” Trump copied the script line by line.

• The strongman always claims he speaks for “the people.”
  Meanwhile, the real people can’t afford rent, groceries, medicine, or housing.

• The strongman always promises national greatness.
  Meanwhile, the oligarchs loot the treasury.

• The strongman always demonizes the poor as “lazy.”
  Meanwhile, his cronies siphon off billions in tax giveaways.

The only difference in America’s version is that the propaganda is piped through social media instead of state radio. Today’s peasants willingly carry the King’s message straight into their own living rooms.

The MAGA Peasant’s Burden

Call them peasants, call them serfs, call them Hoopleheads—whatever the name, the dynamic is ancient: the poor cling to the strongman because they are afraid. Afraid of cultural change. Afraid of economic uncertainty. Afraid of losing the tiny slice of status they believe they still hold.

So they pledge allegiance to the man who offers them the most seductive lie ever told in politics:

“Your suffering is someone else’s fault—not mine.”

Trump gave them a villain: immigrants, Democrats, teachers, librarians, scientists, trans kids, the FBI, the press, the courts, the experts, even the Constitution. Anyone but him.

But the bill always comes due.

And under a dictatorship, the bill is paid by the poor.

They pay with their labor.
They pay with their rights.
They pay with their public services.
They pay with their health.
They pay with their children’s futures.

And eventually, they pay with their freedom—sometimes without even noticing they lost it.

A Tyranny Built on Self-Delusion

The final tragedy of the American dictatorship is that Trump didn’t seize power from the people.

The people handed it to him.
They helped build the cage.
Then they climbed into it.
Then they slammed the door shut on themselves.

And now the strongman sits on his throne, chuckling to himself, knowing one great truth:

The easiest people to oppress are the ones who believe you’re saving them.

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The life of the Rat in the White House

“There is no literature or poetry in this White House.

No music.

No Kennedy Center award celebrations.

There are no pets in this White House.

No loyal man’s best friend. No Socks the family cat.

No kids’ science fairs.

No times when this president takes off his blue suit-red tie uniform and becomes human, except when he puts on his white shirt-khaki pants uniform to play golf.

There are no images of the first family enjoying themselves together in a moment of relaxation.

No Obamas on the beach in Hawaii, or Bushes fishing in Kennebunkport, no Reagans on horseback, no Kennedys playing touch football on the Cape.

Where did that country go?

Where did all of the fun and joy and expressions of love and happiness go?

We used to be a country that did the ice bucket challenge and raised millions for charity.

We used to have a president that calmed and soothed the nation instead dividing it.

And a First Lady that planted a garden instead of ripping one out.

We are rudderless and joyless.

We have lost the cultural aspects of society that make America great.

We have lost our mojo, our fun, our happiness.

The cheering on of others. Gone.

The shared experiences of humanity that makes it all worth it. Gone.

The challenges AND the triumphs that we shared and celebrated.

The unique can-do spirit Americans have always been known for. Gone.

We have lost so much in so short a time."

~Elayne Griffin Baker

How do the MAGAs ignore the sexual predator.

 The morning routine involved listening to Heather Cox Richardson. She is extremely intelligent, and gave a great talk about Trump, and his sexual exploits. You can get to her talk on Youtube. It was done in about the last 12 hours. Trump seems to have cornered himself in a couple of ways. Republicans have to decide if they want to go down with him, it will be interesting. 

The post turtle

 

The Dog that didn't Bark

This if from the New York Times

In one email from April 2011, Mr. Epstein told Ms. Maxwell, who was later convicted on charges related to facilitating his crimes, “I want you to realize that that dog that hasn’t barked is Trump.” He added that an unnamed victim “spent hours at my house with him ,, he has never once been mentioned.”

That dog that didn't bark refers to Sherlock Holmes mystery " Silver Blaze". The dog didn't bark when the horse was stolen because the dog knew the person stealing the horse.  Epstien knew Trump was guilty as hell. The MAGA dog don't bark. They know Trump is a rapist and sexual predator. 

Insane Greed

Letter to the Editor:

What’s wrong with our country? A little math tells the story — even a die-hard MAGA supporter can follow it. Elon Musk is set to pocket a trillion dollars from Tesla. Do the math: if he worked 40 years, eight hours a day, that’s roughly $12 million an hour.

Now think about that. When one man earns $12 million an hour and a McDonald’s worker earns $20, something is deeply broken. When 400 families control half the nation’s wealth, that means millions of others go without food, health care, or housing.

Yet Trump and his crowd cheer it on. He gets his gold-plated toilet and endless golf rounds while ordinary Americans struggle to pay rent. Is this really the America we want — where 10 percent live in luxury and 50 percent live in poverty?

Most modern countries have figured out how to balance prosperity and fairness. But Trump’s America? It keeps shoveling even more to the Musks of the world — and calling it freedom.

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Just a reminder

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The Devil's best friend in Payson, Jim Ferris

If Trump the orange rat had a brother this is him, Jim Ferris

MAGA in Payson has some evil rats, but Ferris is one of the worst. Ferris tried to defund the library claiming it did not control porn. Ferris is one of those pray and sin like hell guys. This MAGA rat led the charge to make sure the vote for a new Pool failed. 
 

I am going to sit right down and write myself a letter

 Often old Kadizzle wonders why he bothers to write these damn blogs. The old song " I am going to sit right down and write myself a letter " explains it. Don't really care if no one reads this crap, it just makes me look into my own head. 

The Rat and the Pardons

The Orange Rat and His Band of Criminals

The orange rat pardons criminals just for fun. It’s become his favorite hobby—some people collect stamps, Trump collects felons. If you’re a crook, a grifter, a con man, or a Capitol attacker, congratulations—you’ve got a friend in Donald J. Trump.

Any sane American remembers what happened when Trump pardoned the January 6 rioters—those “patriots” who beat police officers with flagpoles and smeared their patriotism on the walls of Congress. Instead of punishment, Trump handed them get-out-of-jail-free cards like candy at a MAGA parade. Since then, he’s doubled down, celebrating new waves of crooks and calling them “heroes.” Drug dealers, tax cheats, and white-collar scoundrels all line up for his blessing.

And what do the Hoopleheads do? They cheer. They wouldn’t recognize an asteroid if one hit their garden, and they certainly can’t see the moral crater Trump has left behind. These are the same folks who shout about “law and order” while waving flags for a man who turned the Oval Office into a halfway house for convicted liars.

Does the brain in a Hooplehead even work at all? Or does it just echo whatever the orange rat squeaks from his gilded cage at Mar-a-Lago?

Trump has turned crime into a loyalty test. The worse your record, the more he loves you. America used to honor people who told the truth and followed the law. Now, in MAGA world, the highest badge of honor is to be corrupt enough to earn a Trump pardon.

History will remember this era not just for the crimes committed—but for the cheering section that demanded more.

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Fire Pit Politics

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A Fine Evening at the Fire Pit

It was a perfect night for a little soirée. Six proud American Democrats gathered around the fire pit, trading stories and laughter while the stars blinked overhead. The talk ranged far and wide, but inevitably, we circled back to the pool vote — that sad reminder of just how deep Payson’s Hooplehead infestation has become.

The Hooples, as usual, were no match for the torrent of lies unleashed by the Three Stooges and their Tea Party handlers. Confusion spread faster than wildfire, and before long, the nonsense won the day.

Still, all is not lost. On the national stage, the Nod Father himself — Donald Trump — took another solid beating. Yet here in our corner of Arizona, the local Tea Party plans to keep promoting their favorite Russian echo chamber. Their latest star, Chip Howard, is peddling the line that Ukraine started the war.

If there’s one thing the Hooples can’t resist, it’s a well-packaged lie. Trump set the gold standard for deceit, and the local imitators are working overtime to keep up.

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The Grinch that stole the pool

 Payson will not have a swimming pool for at least three years, maybe never. The Otto gang ramped up the lies and misinformation. It worked, the Hooples are an easy bunch to scare and fool. "We will be taxed to death" was the message sent to the Hooples. It worked. Now, Otto gang has another scheme. The last town council passed a 1% sales tax to fund the town of Payson going forward. That tax was meant for a pool and other civic improvements. The Otto rats railed against the tax, and the Hooples loved it. That is how the Three Stooges got elected. Now, you would think the Stooges would recind the tax they so hated. Nope, not that devious lying scoundrel Otto and his cohorts Bell and Ferris. The Stooges want to use the money for their own pet projects. Using money they opposed to get elected now they are going to use it to polish their status with the Tea Party. 

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Trump Parties while poor people starve

Trump is so blatant with his lie and disregard for the working people. On the very day he takes food away from the poor he holds a lavish party for his lickspittles. The blind Hoopleheads just cannot see the corruption and deceit. Trump has raked in billions by abusing the presidency. History will no doubt make Trump number one as a con man, a liar, and a thief. Trump has mastered lying to the Hooples and they soak it up like a hillbilly dipping his bread in the gravy.

Use the Tea Party Hoopleheads like Trump exploits the Red Hats

The Flag-Shirt Mayor: Patriot in Costume Only

What kind of person runs for mayor on a wave of manufactured outrage, spreads lies like confetti, and bends the knee to the Tea Party as if it’s the Holy Roman Empire? The kind who wraps himself in a red-white-and-blue shirt hoping no one notices he’s selling out the very values that flag stands for.

That’s who currently sits in the mayor’s chair in Payson, Arizona.

Mayor Steve Otto loves to brandish symbols of patriotism — a cowboy hat here, a flashy flag shirt there. But real patriotism isn’t a costume. It isn’t something you wear to impress the right-wing crowd at KMOG or to signal loyalty to the local Tea Party influencers who truly pull the strings.

Real patriotism is honesty. Service. Respecting the community you represent.

Instead, our mayor freely lies about residents who dare to hold him accountable. He uses his radio appearances not to inform Payson citizens but to smear them. Then, when someone draws a harmless cartoon of him? Suddenly he’s the victim. The poor man can dish it out, but one sketch and he starts clutching his pearls like the Republic is under attack.

Let’s be clear: being mayor is supposed to be about improving the town — its infrastructure, pools, parks, libraries, and future. But the priorities of the current administration seem to be:

• Punish critics

• Reward loyalists

• Perform patriotism instead of practicing it

Meanwhile, the grandstanding continues. The attacks on the library — a political stunt. The attempts to hijack the 1% sales tax passed by better leaders — a hustle. The refusal to listen to the broader community — a failure of leadership.

Payson deserves better than theatrics and chest-thumping nationalism.

The flag isn’t a costume. It’s a commitment to truth and shared responsibility.

If the mayor wants to wrap himself in something, maybe he could try wrapping himself in integrity for a change.

Because this town is full of real patriots — the volunteers, the taxpayers, the teachers, the workers — who show up every day without needing a flag-patterned outfit to prove it.

And they are paying attention.

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The Dictatorship is here

The Alarms Are No Longer Warnings — They’re Reality

If you opened the New York Times today, you didn’t just read the news — you witnessed the obituary for American democracy being drafted in real time. For years, people comforted themselves with the fantasy that “it can’t happen here.” They believed the Constitution was a magical force field that protected us from tyranny. But look around: the force field failed.

The dictator isn’t coming — he’s already here.

Trump has followed the despot’s playbook line by line:

• Criminalizing political opponents

• Hijacking law enforcement as a personal weapon

• Punishing the press for reporting truth

• Turning propaganda into public policy

• Demanding loyalty to a person, not the country

Freedom of speech? It now comes with a warning label: You’re free to speak — as long as you worship the King of Lies.

Every day brings a new “unthinkable” that becomes normalized by lunchtime. What used to be outrage is now background noise.

This isn’t just political disagreement. This is the systematic dismantling of the democratic framework that kept this nation balanced for nearly 250 years.

Still think it can’t happen here?

Pick up today’s New York Times. The stories are chilling — not because they’re predictions, but because they’re happening. Right now. To us.

History will ask what we did while the American experiment was being smothered.

Let the record show: we saw the signs. We read the headlines. We knew the danger.

The only question left is whether we fight back — or simply turn the page.

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Why not admit Trump is mentally ill?

The Alarming Decline We’re All Supposed to Ignore

Across the nation, mental health professionals — psychiatrists, neurologists, behavioral experts — are sounding the alarm. They’re not whispering it anymore; they are writing openly, urgently, and repeatedly about the unraveling mind of Donald Trump. What was once dismissed as “eccentric behavior” has become impossible to ignore: the man is losing his grip on reality, and the country is losing stability right along with him.

Normal Americans can see it plain as day. The slurred speeches, the invented stories, the hatred and paranoia wrapped in word salads he proudly calls “weaving.” Trump insists there is genius in his gibberish — that his rambling conspiracies are strategic brilliance. But in the real world, what he calls “weaving” is nothing more than deranged lying. It is the rhetoric of a man whose thoughts no longer connect to truth, or reason, or even decency.

And yet, the Red Hat faithful remain hypnotized. They cheer the madness. They laugh when he mocks the disabled. They applaud when he confuses enemies and allies, threatens our own military, or invents victories that never happened. Loyalty to the cult has replaced loyalty to reality.

We are watching a national tragedy unfold: millions of citizens willing to sacrifice their own sanity to defend a leader who has lost his. A man who cannot speak coherently now speaks for them. A man who cannot remember facts now dictates their version of history. A man who has abandoned truth now demands their unquestioning allegiance.

The rest of us are left asking: How far must a leader fall before his followers finally see the cliff? How much damage must be done before they acknowledge the danger? A mentally unwell man is steering the ship, and his passengers refuse to notice the iceberg.

Democracy depends on clarity — on the ability to see what’s right in front of us. The warning signs are blindingly bright. We must choose whether we face them… or let delusion drive us into the depths.

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A Mayor with thin skin

KMOG: The Tea Party’s Echo Chamber

KMOG isn’t just a radio station — it’s the official megaphone of Payson’s Tea Party brigade. Whenever the Three Stooges on our town council need a little air time to spin their tales, KMOG rolls out the red carpet and cranks up the volume.

This week, Mayor Steve Otto went on the air to complain — loudly — about a cartoon of him that popped up online. Imagine that. The same man who had no issue lying about me on that very station now clutches his pearls over a silly caricature. He can dish out misinformation all day long, but the moment someone playfully sketches his royal highness? Suddenly it’s a crisis.

In our town’s game of pandering to the far-right, there’s a required dress code: cowboy hat on top, flag-themed fashion statement somewhere on the torso, and a sidearm at the ready — preferably hidden for that extra thrill of concealed patriotism. And Steve plays his part perfectly.

KMOG can keep broadcasting their outrage. The rest of us will stick to calling hypocrisy what it is.

Why can't the MAGAs spot Trump's mental illness

Trump’s Public Meltdowns Aren’t Just Embarrassing — They’re Dangerous

If you watched Trump’s recent address to military leaders, you witnessed something that should alarm every American — regardless of party. There he was, speaking to generals who had flown in from around the world. These are individuals trained in global strategy, nuclear command, and the complexities of modern warfare. What did Trump choose to lecture them about?

How to walk down a flight of stairs.
How he plans to upgrade appointment paperwork.

While the world faces real threats — Russia’s expansion, China’s rise, global terrorism — this man fixates on paper quality and stair techniques. It would be comical if it weren’t a terrifying demonstration of cognitive decay paired with absolute authority.

We’re not talking about normal aging. We are talking about a man increasingly detached from reality who openly demands power without limits. And the most disturbing part? The MAGA faithful cheer louder with each episode of unraveling sanity.

To them, Trump isn’t merely a leader — he’s become a cult figure, immune to criticism, immune to fact. They worship the tantrums, celebrate the delusions, and revel in the insults he hurls at America’s institutions. They look at behavior that, in anyone else, would trigger a medical intervention — and call it strength.

If their neighbor behaved like this, they’d call 911.
If their boss behaved like this, they’d quit.
If their dog behaved like this, they’d take it to a vet.

But when Trump does it? They kneel.

The rest of us? We must stay awake. We must keep calling out what is unfolding in plain sight: You don’t put a man who can’t manage stairs in charge of democracy. You don’t hand nuclear launch authority to someone whose mind clearly cannot be trusted.

We can no longer treat this like politics.
This is a national safety issue.

The future of a functioning America depends on recognizing a simple truth:

A leader who has lost his grip on reality cannot be allowed to hold onto power.

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Trump's Cognitive Collapse is Clear: Psychologist | The Daily Beast Podcast

Hopefully when we get back to Payson the pool bond will pass. However, the Tea Party Hoopleheads thrive on stupidity and backward thinking, so it is a toss up.  Watch this.

Top 10 Tips For Being a Conservative Christian

A rotten game by Otto and the Stooges

The Three Stooges’ Nefarious Plan

In Payson, the new ruling trio — Mayor Steve Otto and his loyal sidekicks Charlie Bell and Jim Farris — have cooked up a backroom scheme worthy of the Three Stooges title they’ve earned.

The previous Town Council, made up of responsible, forward-looking members, passed a 1% sales tax to fund long-term community improvements — a new pool, infrastructure repairs, and civic projects that would raise property values and make Payson a better place to live.

But Otto, Bell, and Farris rode into office whining about that very tax, pandering to the Tea Party crowd by railing against “big government spending.” They promised fiscal purity — and now, in true hypocritical fashion, they’re trying to hijack that same 1% tax revenue to bankroll their own pet projects.

If they were honest, they’d repeal the tax entirely — the same tax they used as a political weapon to get elected. That would mean they’d have to raise a new tax to pay for their agenda, and they don’t have the courage or integrity to do that.

As one of the few honest holdovers from the previous council pointed out, rescinding the tax would force transparency. Instead, the Stooges prefer smoke, mirrors, and political theater — while they quietly siphon funds meant to serve the people of Payson.

So the question for Payson voters is simple:
Do we let the Stooges steal the legacy of a responsible council — or do we call their bluff and demand they govern with the honesty they promised?

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Do you still support Trump

The Art of the Lie

It’s useful to know early in a conversation whether you’re talking to someone living in the Trump delusion. You can usually tell within a minute. The signs are familiar: denial of facts, hostility toward truth, and a strange loyalty to a man who treats democracy like a nuisance.

It’s almost impossible to imagine a rational person still supporting this dictator-in-waiting. Trump has managed to offend and degrade every moral, legal, and human standard this country once held dear. He insults veterans, mocks the disabled, cheats his workers, and uses religion as a marketing tool. If that’s your idea of leadership, then you and I live on different planets.

Ignorance is the virus Trump spreads—infecting reason, compassion, and civic responsibility. He thrives on resentment, manufactures enemies, and sells hate disguised as patriotism. His followers don’t see the manipulation because they’re too busy cheering the man who turned their anger into his business model.

Trump once bragged about writing The Art of the Deal, but history will record a truer title: The Art of the Lie. Every chapter is the same—deceive, distract, deny, and repeat. He turned the presidency into a scam, the truth into an inconvenience, and half the nation into customers for his con.

America can survive corruption, but not willful blindness. It’s time to inoculate ourselves against the Trump virus—with facts, courage, and a little old-fashioned decency.

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The Payson Stooges Try a Quick One

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The Payson Stooges and the Politics of Hypocrisy

In small towns across America, local politics often mirror the national stage — full of bluster, hypocrisy, and backroom maneuvering. Payson, Arizona, offers a textbook example.

The town’s self-styled reformers — Mayor Steve Otto and councilmen Charlie Bell and Jim Ferris — campaigned as champions of fiscal restraint. They rose to power by railing against a 1% sales tax increase passed by the previous council to fund essential community projects — including a long-overdue public swimming pool.

They thundered about waste, big government, and “tax tyranny.” They waved Tea Party banners and promised to roll back what they called “reckless spending.”

But now that they hold the reins of power, the tune has changed.

Instead of repealing the tax they so loudly condemned, the Three Stooges of Payson have decided to keep the 1% tax — not to build community assets, but to redirect the money toward their own pet projects. It’s the oldest political con in the book: condemn your predecessors, then pocket their work for your own agenda.

One of the town’s honest council members put it perfectly:

“If you want to use that money, repeal the tax and then pass your own — show the public who’s really raising their taxes.”

It was a clean, fair challenge — and a political trap the Stooges may find hard to escape. Do they expose themselves as hypocrites, or betray their Tea Party base?

Across America, from Washington to the smallest town hall, the same pattern repeats: politicians preaching purity until power tempts them. The lesson from Payson is clear — watch not what they say, but what they do with your money.

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NEW BLUES TUNE - Man He Be Rotten

Danger, Danger, Danger,

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DANGER, PAYSON — THE TEA PARTY STRIKES AGAIN?

Remember the robot on Lost in Space who used to shout, “Danger, Will Robinson!”? Well, it might be time for that warning here in Payson. Word is circulating that our new town manager has been spotted attending Tea Party meetings.

Now, the facts still need to be verified — we’ll leave room for that — but if true, this could be serious. Has our town’s top administrator drifted into the gravitational pull of the far-right vacuum? Once someone gets caught in the Tea Party’s black hole of conspiracy and extremism, it can be hard to escape.

To make matters worse, there are whispers that Inga — yes, that Inga, one of the most toxic figures in the local Tea Party orbit — might be involved. If this unholy alliance is real, the consequences could be disastrous for any effort to move Payson forward with reason, fairness, and truth.

Let’s hope this is all just a misunderstanding. But until we know more — Danger, Payson. Stay alert. Stay informed.

(Follow updates at the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity.)

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The Idiot

OK, here is a plan. Listen to the song by Stan Rodgers, The idiot. Next read the lyrics below and sing to the Stan Rodgers tune

The Hooplehead (Parody of “The Idiot”)

(to the tune of Stan Rogers’ “The Idiot”)

Verse 1:
They called me a fool when I left my school,
But I knew what I was doin’.
I went to the hills with the Tea Party thrills,
Where the facts are always losin’.
Now I’m sittin’ in town where the flags go up,
And logic’s been outlawed too,
They say “Six bucks for the pool’s too much,”
While they’re buyin’ more guns than they’ll ever use.

Chorus:
So I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
I love what Otto said,
He said duct tape can fix that pool,
And the Hooples all nodded their heads.
Yeah, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Got my Trump flag out instead,
While the kids swim laps in potholes,
And freedom rots in red.

Verse 2:
Down at McDonald’s, they sip on lies,
While Fox News hums along,
They’ll curse the town and praise the crown,
And think they’re never wrong.
They talk about “tyranny”
As they ban each book they see,
And call themselves patriots,
While they kill democracy.

Chorus (repeat)
So I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Proud of what Otto said,
He’s buildin’ a kingdom of nonsense,
Where the smart folks all have fled.
Yeah, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Wearin’ red hats till I’m dead,
Can’t afford a pool for our children,
But I’ll buy more ammo instead.

Bridge:
Now the council meets, and the truth retreats,
Behind another prayer,
They call it “freedom,” I call it “fraud,”
But no one seems to care.
So I’ll raise a glass to the good old days,
When facts still meant a thing,
Before the Hooples crowned their king.

Final Chorus:
No, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
And I’ll quote what Otto said:
“Why swim in a pool when a pothole’ll do?”
That’s progress in my head.
Yeah, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Livin’ where brains are shed,
But someday this town will wake up,
And paint the future blue instead.

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A man suffering from mental illness controlling nuclear weapons

 

The Nuclear Near Miss — and the Trump Factor

Today’s New York Times features a chilling reminder: humanity has survived several close calls with nuclear war. Each time, disaster was averted not by luck, but by the wisdom and moral restraint of thoughtful, sane individuals—people who placed humanity above ego.

Now imagine those same split-second decisions in the hands of Donald Trump. The prospect should terrify every rational human being. Trump’s behavior has long made clear that he is unfit—his choices driven not by reason, compassion, or strategic thinking, but by narcissism and rage.

No nation, and certainly no planet, should have to depend on the impulse control of a man whose entire worldview revolves around self-glorification. The thought of a nuclear button resting under the trembling finger of a mentally unstable egomaniac should jolt us all awake.

When the future of civilization hangs on one person’s judgment, character matters. Intelligence and morality matter. Decency matters. The next time Americans choose their leaders, they should remember that survival itself may depend on it.

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Now I can be the asshole I always wanted to be

The King on his throne

Trump’s America: The Unmasking of Our Worst Instincts

Donald Trump has done something no other American president has dared — he has unlocked the darkest corners of the American psyche. Under his example, racists, haters, and the crudest voices in our society have stepped proudly into the light, waving their anger like a badge of honor.

Where decency once drew a line, Trump erased it. His public barrage of insults, slurs, and cruelty has become the new political language for those who mistake rage for strength. The man in the lifted pickup, flying his Trump flag and flipping off anyone who dares to disagree, is not an accident — he is a reflection of Trump’s America.

When Trump posted a video of himself flying a jet and literally defecating on his opponents, it wasn’t just a juvenile act — it was a declaration. It told every extremist and every bully: this is who we are now.

Trump hasn’t made America great. He has made hatred fashionable, made ignorance loud, and made cruelty acceptable. The question for the rest of us — the people who still believe in decency, truth, and humanity — is whether we will let this new “morality” become our national identity.

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The Revenge Presidancy

The Real Mission of the MAGA President

What is the main goal of the MAGA president? Simple: punish those who see through his greed and dishonesty.

Donald Trump’s slogan promised to Make America Great Again, but his actions have done the opposite. Under his influence, America’s standing in the world has plummeted. Division has deepened. Prices have soared. And truth itself has become the first casualty of his relentless campaign for personal power.

Instead of improving the lives of ordinary Americans, Trump’s energy has been devoted to attacking anyone who dares to expose him — former staff, journalists, comedians, and ordinary citizens. His message is clear: challenge me, and I’ll destroy you.

Recently, he even shared an AI-generated cartoon depicting himself defecating on those who oppose him — a perfect metaphor for his contempt toward the very people he once vowed to serve.

Trump’s America isn’t about greatness; it’s about grievance and revenge. The only thing he’s truly making great again is his own ego.

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