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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Your busted flat

The Mind of a Hooplehead

Maybe the lottery ticket will solve everything. Yeah, that’s the plan — because when your financial strategy involves Powerball, you’re basically an economic genius.

Maybe a new credit card will stretch the budget. Sure, that’ll fix it. Because what this economy really needs is more interest.

Here I am in my trailer park, wondering how I’ll ever afford a decent funeral — which, at this rate, could be sooner than expected. The car needs gas, McDonald’s hasn’t given me a raise since the Bush administration, and somehow, I’m starting to suspect those tattoos didn’t appreciate in value.

But hey — Trump’s still out there “Making America Great Again.” It’s just taking a little longer than expected. Like the resurrection. Or trickle-down economics.

The best part is, none of this is my fault. Nope. I learned that from the master himself — the orange Zen guru of blame deflection. It’s always someone else. Immigrants, the deep state, windmills. Windmills!

And if I can just get enough gas money to reach the casino, that’s where I’ll turn it all around. I’ll win big, fix the roof, and maybe even splurge on some new Halloween decorations. Because nothing says fiscal responsibility like betting your rent money on a slot machine while wearing a MAGA hat.

God bless America — land of opportunity, delusion, and two-for-one beer nights.

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America Is Great Again — Just Ask the Hoopleheads

America is great again. You can tell because the busted flat folks at the end of the road still have enough for beer, cigarettes, and the casino slots—but not six bucks a month for a community pool. That’s real patriotism right there.

The new pool bond came up, and it was simple: pay the price of a six-pack each month so kids can swim, families can gather, and the town can look like it belongs in the 21st century. But the Hoopleheads had other priorities. “The Three Stooges”—Otto, Bell, and Ferris—declared the old pool could be fixed with duct tape, hope, and a Trump bumper sticker.

So the Hooples, puffing five-dollar cigarettes and drinking six-dollar beer, nodded in agreement. Six dollars for the town was outrageous—but six hundred for the casino made perfect sense.

Because this is what “making America great again” looks like:

• We believe duct tape is a municipal strategy.

• We think ignorance is patriotism.

• We call facts “fake news.”

• We cheer when our towns crumble, as long as our lies stand tall.

The Stooges keep the Tea Party fires burning, feeding the faithful a steady diet of conspiracy stew and Trump-flavored Kool-Aid. They promise the past will return if we just vote “no” on the future.

And so the cycle spins on. The Hooples vote against progress, then complain that the town never improves. The same folks who wave flags and shout about freedom can’t seem to grasp that civic responsibility is what freedom costs.

So yes—America is great again. The casinos are full, the schools are broke, and the town pool is a dry hole waiting for a miracle.

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Grandpa's Golden Girl

 Grandpa's wonder girl has a part time job as a princess. She loves it and gets paid well

Maybe your an idiot

A typical Trumper displaying the Trump mentality. 

The Idiot Test: How Far Down the MAGA Rabbit Hole?

Let’s be honest: anyone who voted for Donald Trump in the last election failed the basic test of rational thought. But if you still support Trump today—after years of lies, indictments, and open contempt for democracy—you’ve advanced to a new level of self-delusion.

No clear-thinking human being can deny Trump’s mental instability or his obsession with power. His social media rants, his fantasies of dictatorship, and his grotesque self-worship are not the behavior of a healthy mind. They’re the behavior of a man who wants to be the next autocrat—our homegrown Hitler in a designer suit.

Yesterday I ran into a local character named Doug, a walking example of what happens when paranoia replaces logic. Doug spends his days soaking up conspiracy theories and blaming everyone—especially women and the government—for his problems. He’s gay, yet supports a man whose movement openly despises LGBTQ+ people. It’s tragic, and it’s proof of how deep the MAGA cult can warp a person’s sense of self and reality.

Here’s the simple test for idiocy:

1. Did you vote for Trump? If yes, you’ve failed the first question.

2. Would you vote for him again? If yes, congratulations—you’ve put your hand back into the same rat trap twice.

At this point, supporting Trump isn’t just political blindness—it’s a moral and psychological breakdown. It’s proof that propaganda works, that fear trumps reason, and that America’s greatest threat isn’t foreign enemies—it’s our own willingness to be fooled twice.

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Protest the biggest ever in Payson.

This little patriot was my winner for the best outfit. We had a great turnout to fight the dictator and the Hoopleheads. 

This is the MAGA mindset

 

Corrupt and crooked beyond belief

Trump’s Brotherhood of Corruption

Just when you think Donald Trump has hit the ceiling of dishonesty, fraud, and theft, he installs a skylight and climbs higher. Every new outrage seems designed to outdo the last. Trump’s corruption isn’t random—it’s a philosophy, a creed for a political cult that rewards deceit and punishes decency.

Remember when Trump pardoned the thugs who stormed the U.S. Capitol—those who smashed windows, beat police officers, and tried to end democracy by force? These weren’t patriots. They were criminals. Yet Trump called them “hostages,” heroes in his twisted morality play, and set them free without a hint of remorse.

Now he’s done it again. George Santos, the disgraced congressman whose entire political career was built on lies, fraud, and fantasy, has been granted the Trumpian seal of approval. Santos admitted to his crimes. He pled guilty. But in Trump’s America, guilt is not a disqualifier—it’s a résumé enhancer. So, Trump opened the gates once more and let his fellow conman walk free. Why? Because Santos didn’t like prison.

Trump saw a kindred spirit—a man who, like himself, crafted an empire out of deceit. Both understand that in today’s MAGA movement, integrity is weakness and crime is loyalty. Trump’s version of “law and order” is simple: laws are for enemies, and order is whatever keeps him on top.

Every pardon like this erodes the idea of justice just a little more. It tells Americans that corruption pays, that loyalty to the cult matters more than honesty to the country. And it’s not just about Trump—it’s about the system he’s built, where liars, grifters, and strongmen rise while truth-tellers are crushed.

If democracy is to survive, we must call this what it is—not politics, but organized moral rot. Trump’s America is a thieves’ guild masquerading as a government. Every time he “raises the bar,” the rest of us lose another piece of the republic.

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Letter to the Editor: Truth Shouldn’t Be Banned at Public Meetings

Imagine sitting in a public meeting where a man stands before a crowd and spouts falsehoods about Ukraine — and in that same audience sit three people from Ukraine. That’s what happened when Chip Howard addressed the Payson Tea Party, repeating baseless claims that Ukrainians are Nazis and parroting Russian propaganda. Not once did anyone ask the Ukrainians present for their perspective.

The Tea Party meeting became a textbook example of how lies thrive when truth is silenced. People who could clearly see through Howard’s misinformation quietly left, while those eager to hear unchallenged falsehoods stayed behind.

Our country once treated free speech as sacred — at least until the Trump era, when truth itself became the enemy. Nothing undermines free speech more than protecting liars from being questioned. In Payson, the Tea Party has mastered this choreography: dissenting voices are banned, and anyone who dares to challenge conspiracy theories is labeled “disruptive.”

Democracy depends on open dialogue and honest debate. When a public meeting becomes an echo chamber for propaganda, it’s not democracy — it’s indoctrination.

— Mike Fox, Payson

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Trump's Modern Theft Machine

Trump’s Crooked Empire — A Modern Theft Machine

Donald Trump loves to call himself a genius, a dealmaker, a man who built an empire through talent and toughness. But strip away the gold paint and the story looks different. What Trump really built is a crooked empire — one that runs on deception, bribery, and bending the system until it breaks.

The Art of the Steal

For decades, Trump has made a living not by creating value, but by inflating it. He built his name on smoke and mirrors — one value for the taxman, another for the bank, and another for the public. His habit of exaggerating the worth of his properties finally caught up to him in court, when a New York judge ruled that his financial statements were a work of fiction. Trump claimed his apartment was three times its real size and his golf courses were worth whatever number suited him that day. He didn’t build his wealth by making things better — he built it by making lies look believable.

The Hush-Money Hustle

When caught in a scandal, Trump does what he always does — pays to make the truth go away. During the 2016 campaign, he disguised hush money payments to cover up a sex scandal by labeling them as “legal fees.” Those fake entries became the heart of a criminal conviction for falsifying business records. He used his company like a personal piggy bank — one more example of how corruption wasn’t the exception, it was the business model.

Taxes for the Peasants, Loopholes for the King

Trump loves to talk about “draining the swamp,” but he’s the biggest gator in it. For years he bragged about not paying taxes — because he’s “smart.” In reality, it was an elaborate shell game. He claimed enormous business losses so he could avoid paying his fair share. At the same time, he lived lavishly off company perks disguised as expenses — free apartments, tuition for family members, luxury cars. His CFO even went to jail for helping pull off the scam. Trump’s real talent has never been business — it’s been cheating the system and calling it genius.

Family Business, Crooked to the Core

Even the “self-made billionaire” story is another Trump con. He inherited hundreds of millions from his father and used creative bookkeeping to dodge inheritance and gift taxes. The family even set up fake companies to shuffle money around, marking up expenses so they could funnel cash tax-free. The empire was born not from hard work but from loopholes, deception, and greed.

Pay to Play, Trump-Style

When Trump stepped into politics, he didn’t change his habits — he just expanded the market. As president, he blurred every line between public service and private gain. Foreign governments and corporations booked rooms in his hotels and golf resorts, not because they liked the beds, but because they wanted favors. He openly used his office to enrich himself, his family, and his loyalists. Even his closest allies were caught talking deals and taking cash in brown paper bags. It’s no wonder he tried to weaken anti-bribery laws — in Trump’s world, bribery isn’t corruption, it’s just good business.

The New Frontier of Corruption

Now, Trump and his circle have discovered a new playground — cryptocurrency. Untraceable money and zero oversight make it the perfect tool for hiding payoffs and moving cash across borders. Trump’s new embrace of Bitcoin and digital currency isn’t about innovation — it’s about finding a cleaner way to launder influence. It’s the modern version of stealing candy from a child.

The Human Cost

All this isn’t just about one man getting rich. It’s about what happens when corruption becomes normal. When a president can lie, cheat, and bribe his way to billions, the message to every hustler in the country is clear: honesty is for suckers. It poisons trust in government, rigs the market against ordinary people, and turns democracy into a pay-to-play racket.

Conclusion

Trump’s empire isn’t built on brilliance — it’s built on fraud. He’s turned greed into a brand and corruption into a lifestyle. And the tragedy is that millions still cheer for the show, mistaking the con man for the king. America doesn’t need another golden tower or digital scam. It needs honesty, decency, and the courage to call out the thief who has been stealing from all of us in plain sight.

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Fleecing the Flock

The Eternal Con: From Holy Hustlers to Trumpian Tricksters

(By The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity)

It’s an old story — clever people bilking the gullible. The oldest con in history is religion itself. “Send your money and save your soul,” the TV preachers cry, as they smile into the camera from their multimillion-dollar mansions. They sell invisible miracles and heavenly timeshares while the faithful scrape by, convinced that a donation buys a front-row seat in paradise.

The formula is timeless: Sell fantasy. Promise salvation. Collect cash.

Enter Donald Trump — the modern-day messiah of the con. He’s taken the oldest grift in the book and turned it into a political movement. “Make America Great Again” is just the latest version of “Pay me, and you’ll go to heaven.” The slogans are the same; only the currency has changed.

While Trump bathes himself in gold leaf and self-praise, his followers are left holding the bag — poorer, sicker, and dumber. The man who claims to be the voice of the people has mastered the art of robbing them blind. He gives tax breaks to billionaires while gutting healthcare for working families. He waves a Bible he’s never read while dismantling education and promoting ignorance through a carnival of home-school myths and religious propaganda mills.

And what’s next on the grifter’s wish list? Your Social Security check. As he lounges in his marble-plated fantasy palace, Trump dreams of turning the Social Security system — the one millions rely on to survive — into another jackpot for Wall Street cronies.

Meanwhile, his followers cheer, blinded by the glitter and the showmanship, convinced the man draped in gold is their savior.

The truth is simple: Trump isn’t making America great — he’s making it a gold-plated shithouse.

The tragedy is that people still believe the salesman. They always have. From the snake-oil preacher to the fake billionaire prophet, it’s the same gospel of greed: “Trust me, and I’ll save you.”

Maybe someday America will stop worshiping its con men. Until then, the rest of us must keep shouting the truth — that patriotism isn’t blind devotion to a hustler, and faith in humanity means learning to see through the lies.

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Any Diversion from Epstein

The Great Orange Distraction Act

The orange rodent is desperate to keep people’s minds off the Epstein files. Maybe bomb Venezuela, maybe invade Chicago — whatever works. Classic playbook: when the heat’s on, point somewhere else and yell, “Look over there!” It’s the old magician’s trick — divert, distract, deceive. And once again, the Hoopleheads fall for it.

This isn’t new. Every autocrat from Caesar to Putin mastered the art of distraction. Bread and circuses, fear and fireworks — anything to keep the crowd from asking real questions. Trump just modernized it with Twitter rants, conspiracy memes, and Fox News megaphones. The show must go on, and he’s the master of misdirection.

While America argues about caravans that never existed, bathrooms that aren’t under attack, and libraries filled with “dangerous books,” the billionaires raid the treasury. The orange rodent has always been a front man for the real grifters — the ones who cash in while the peasants wave flags and scream at immigrants.

The Epstein files are radioactive. They threaten to expose not just perversion, but the rot at the top — the merger of money, sex, and power that rules modern America. So of course the distraction campaign is on full throttle. Keep the Hoopleheads busy chasing shadows while the truth is buried under another “emergency.”

The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity believes that awareness is the antidote. The more we expose the manipulation, the less power the con men have. The first step toward reclaiming democracy is recognizing when the magician waves his left hand — it’s the right hand you should be watching.

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The Greedy Bastards are going to kill us

Never Enough: The Billionaires and the AI Boom

There’s one rule the billionaires live by — never enough. No matter how much they have, they need more. More power, more profit, more control.

Now the new buzzword is Artificial Intelligence. The tech giants and their billionaire disciples are calling it “the next revolution.” So what?

Building the computer systems that fuel AI will double the nation’s electricity demand. So what, you ask? Think of the pollution. Think of the new power plants, the extra carbon, the higher bills. The same folks who can’t afford a new car or a decent home will be footing the electric tab for the billionaires’ next toy.

AI isn’t just about smarter machines — it’s about who owns the future. Every new “innovation” that promises efficiency also threatens to replace workers, hollow out livelihoods, and push the middle class further toward extinction. Progress, yes — but always at a price.

The real danger isn’t just economic. It’s political. Once AI lands in the hands of a dictator like Trump — watch out. The same algorithms that write poetry can also write your profile, track your movements, and silence your voice. AI gives tyranny eyes, ears, and memory.

Already, Iran uses facial recognition to identify and punish dissenters. It’s coming here soon — under the polished label of “law and order.” Don’t be fooled. The tools that can liberate humanity can also enslave it.

So before we worship at the altar of artificial intelligence, maybe we should ask — who’s really in control? The people, or the billionaires who never have enough?

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Acknowledging the Dictatorship

A Different Tone at Donuts with Democrats

The gathering at Donuts with Democrats this week carried a noticeably different tone — one that felt more urgent, more aware, and more united. Attendance was strong, and for the first time in a while, the conversation wasn’t just about political differences or upcoming elections. It was about survival — the survival of democracy itself.

Many who spoke acknowledged the uncomfortable truth: we are living under the shadow of a growing dictatorship. What once seemed like hyperbole is now playing out in real time. People compared Trump’s methods to the Nazi playbook — the vilification of the press, the demonization of political opponents, the rewriting of history, and the normalization of violence as a political tool. These are not distant echoes of the past; they are tactics being deployed before our eyes.

What’s changing is the public mood. There was a deep sense of awakening in the room — a recognition that silence is no longer an option. One speaker put it plainly: “If we don’t stand up now, we may not have another chance.” Others spoke of the creeping chill settling over civil dissent — how voices of opposition are being threatened, journalists attacked, judges intimidated, and institutions bent to one man’s will.

Yet, even amid the concern, there was a spark of determination. The gathering wasn’t about despair — it was about resolve. The sense that ordinary citizens, gathering in a small-town coffee shop on a Saturday morning, could still be the front line of democracy. People left with a clearer purpose: to speak, to organize, and to resist the slow normalization of authoritarianism in America.

It’s not too late — but it’s later than we think.

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Just plain evil

The Age of Normalized Evil

By the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity

Trump has ushered in a new era of moral collapse — an age where decency is mocked, truth is optional, and cruelty has become a political strategy. We’ve all seen it at the national level: the sneer, the lie, the smirk that says, “I can get away with anything.” But what’s truly frightening is how this poison has seeped into every small town in America — even here in Payson.

Our own “Three Stooges” on the town council — Steve Otto, Jim Ferris, and Charlie Bell — have become local disciples of the Trump gospel: deny, divide, and destroy. Their latest stunt? Trying to kill a swimming pool project that could bring joy, safety, and opportunity to our young people — all so they can posture as heroes before their MAGA fan club.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t just politics. It’s the worship of ego over empathy, of arrogance over service. These men are so drunk on their own self-importance that they would rather rob a generation of children of a pool than admit that progress sometimes requires courage.

Across America, Trump has shown people how to replace conscience with conspiracy, how to trade compassion for contempt. He built a movement on resentment, and in small towns like ours, that resentment finds easy targets — the librarian, the teacher, the coach, the kid who just wants a safe place to swim.

Evil doesn’t arrive wearing horns. It arrives in nice shirts, smiling for the cameras, saying it’s just “fiscal responsibility.” But behind that smile is a sneer — a sneer that says the future doesn’t matter, that truth doesn’t matter, that children don’t matter.

The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity believes that progress is morality. When a community builds something that serves its people — especially its young — it’s not just a project; it’s a declaration of who we are.

Payson must choose whether it will follow the politics of spite or the path of decency. The Malibu pool isn’t just a swimming pool. It’s a test — a test of whether our community still believes in building something good together.

Let’s prove that humanity still matters.

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NEW BLUES SINGLE - Ain't No Better Time To Leave the Cult

Payson's Three Stooges

Perfect — here’s a blog-ready version with a strong headline, a short social-media intro, and the full post polished for rhythm and punch:

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🧠 The Three Stooges and the Great Payson Experiment

When small-town politics meets the Trump playbook — what could possibly go wrong?

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The Three Stooges and the Great Payson Experiment

Somewhere between a MAGA rally and a bad rerun of The Three Stooges, three local Tea Party heroes — Steve Otto, Charlie Bell, and Jim Ferris — hatched a plan. They watched Donald Trump lie, cheat, and gaslight his way to power and thought, “Why can’t we do that right here in Payson?”

Their target wasn’t Washington. It was our quiet little town — the perfect testing ground for political theater, where primaries draw fewer voters than a church bake sale. The Stooges realized that if you can get ten angry people in a community-center meeting to chant “deep state,” you can run the place.

And so, they did what all great con men do: they invented enemies. The “deep state” became the library. Fiscal prudence became starving the schools. Building a new pool for kids? Clearly Marxism with lifeguards.

To the MAGA faithful, it all sounded heroic — a crusade to “save” Payson from, well… reading, learning, and swimming. It worked. The gullible cheered, the reasonable stayed home, and the Stooges took their seats.

Then the wrecking began. The library? Targeted. Schools? Starved. The pool? “Unnecessary.” Their newest trick? Handing over all council power to the city manager — the one they chose. That’s right: democracy outsourced to a yes-man.

The professionals who once kept Town Hall running have packed up and left. What remains is a government run like a back-alley poker game — only without the cards or the brains.

So good luck, Payson. The great MAGA experiment rolls on. It’s the same Trump show — just with cheaper microphones and fewer indictments.

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The Nasty Bitch

Pam Bondi: The Cult’s Favorite Fox

Pam Bondi is precisely the kind of woman Trump would adore — loud, loyal, and allergic to truth. Watching her dodge straightforward Senate questions was like watching a feral fox chew through a fence — all hiss, no substance.

Trump handpicked Bondi for one purpose: revenge. He needed someone mean enough to swing the axe but dim enough to believe it was a patriotic duty. Bondi was the perfect lickspittle for the job — tail wagging, claws out, ready to shred decency for her master’s applause.

This is the Trump formula: surround yourself with people who lie easily, smile wickedly, and see the law as a speed bump on the road to power. Bondi fits the mold like a glove dipped in venom.

For the MAGA cult, that’s not a flaw — it’s the feature. They cheer when decency is mocked. They love the swagger, the smirk, the “own the libs” sneer. The cruelty is the point. It gives the broken dogs of the movement a bone to gnaw on — someone else to blame for their busted dreams and unpaid bills.

Bondi and her ilk thrive on grievance. They know that anger is the last refuge of those who’ve lost everything else. So they feed it. They sell hate like snake oil and call it freedom.

The rest of us can only watch in disbelief as decency is replaced by deceit, and justice is traded for vengeance — all wrapped in the flag and blessed with a fake prayer.

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Life behind the Chain Link fence sponsored by the Republican Party

The Chain-Link Fence Nation

When we moved to Payson about five years ago, it felt like a clean start — a new home in a new neighborhood, the kind of place where everything still smelled like lumber and fresh paint. At first, we stayed in our little bubble, going to the same stores and driving the same roads. But as time passed, we began to wander — and what we saw painted a different picture of this town and, really, of America itself.

The symbol of that quiet struggle is the chain-link fence. It seems to whisper, “I don’t have much, but you’re not getting it.” Drive a few miles in any direction and you see them — small fortresses guarding tired trailers, rusting cars, and hope that’s gone a little thin.

Years ago, I asked a young woman from New Zealand what she thought of America. Her answer stuck with me: “People here don’t have much house pride.” She was right. Too many yards are filled with junked cars, plastic debris, and half-collapsed dreams. The Walmart parking lot tells another story — shiny new cars, people with jobs, people who clearly have some money. So how do those same people end up living behind sagging fences?

Maybe the answer lies in the choices made along the way. The casino instead of the savings account. Tattoos instead of a retirement plan. The mindset that tomorrow would somehow fix today. Then one day, the mirror says you’re sixty, the bank says you’re broke, and Social Security says “that’s it.”

And right on cue, along comes Trump — the master of misplaced blame — offering absolution. It’s not your fault, he says. You’ve been cheated. And so the people who spent a lifetime being sold bad deals buy one last one: the idea that the man who built the casino is somehow their savior.

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Tommy Fleming -Hard Times

The spoils are sliding

The Spoils Are Sliding

Almost forty years ago, when I worked at a surface coal mine, it wasn’t unusual for the spoils to slide. For those who’ve never stood beside a dragline the size of a church, here’s what that means:
To get to the coal, you first have to move mountains — literally. The overburden, all that useless dirt and rock sitting on top of the coal, is dug up and piled somewhere out of the way. But gravity, that relentless accountant of the universe, keeps the books balanced. You can only stack dirt so high and so steep before it begins to move back down. Slowly at first — inches a day, maybe less — until one morning you come to work and the entire spoil pile has crept halfway back over the coal you just uncovered. A slow-motion disaster.

The strange thing is how deceptively calm it all looks while it’s happening. You can stand there and watch a fifty-foot wall of dirt ooze forward at the speed of a glacier. If you blink, you miss it. But give it enough time and it swallows everything.

That, my friends, is what’s happening to our democracy.

Our freedoms — the hard-won layers of rights and norms that generations dug out for us — are being buried again under the slow slide of corruption, lies, and authoritarianism. The spoils are sliding.

The Trump movement, with its contempt for truth, justice, and the rule of law, is the gravity pulling it all downhill. Each day, the slope steepens a little more — a judge attacked here, a journalist smeared there, another election rule “adjusted.” And because it happens gradually, many Americans barely notice. They don’t see the slow crawl of authoritarian dirt creeping over the coal seam of liberty. They go about their lives, unaware that the thing we’re losing isn’t some abstract idea — it’s the ground beneath our feet.

History tells us that democracies rarely collapse with a bang. They erode with a shrug. Rome didn’t fall in a day, and neither did Hungary, Turkey, or Russia. Each thought they were “too strong” to fail — until the weight of apathy and propaganda buried their freedom for good.

So what’s the message?
Don’t stand there watching the slide and telling yourself it’s no big deal. Don’t believe that “it can’t happen here.” It is happening here.

The overburden is moving. The spoils are sliding.
If we don’t start digging back — voting, organizing, speaking out — the coal seam of our democracy will be gone before we realize it was ever there.

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A Good Day at the Donut Hall

Post: “The S-Word That Scares MAGA More Than Math”

They just kept pouring through the door—actual people, in Payson—coming to hear a Democratic Socialist. I know, I know, that’s like spotting a Prius at a monster-truck rally. The red hats must’ve felt a disturbance in the Force.

And the best part? It was a great presentation. Nobody handed out hammers and sickles. Nobody pledged allegiance to Karl Marx. Nobody nationalized your barbecue grill. Just regular people talking about how maybe—just maybe—the economy should work for everyone, not just the yacht club.

Of course, to the MAGA crowd, anything that isn’t Trump-approved automatically falls somewhere between terrorism and Satanism. They think “Democratic Socialism” means government agents will seize their bass boat and redistribute their beer fridge.

But here’s the shocker: Democratic Socialism is just democracy with better manners. It says, “Hey, maybe the people who make the country run should have a say in how it’s run.” Radical, right? It’s the idea that healthcare, education, and retirement shouldn’t depend on which billionaire your congressman owes a favor to.

You already live with a little socialism every day—Social Security, Medicare, public schools, libraries, fire departments. You like roads? Guess what, comrade—you’ve been driving on socialism this whole time.

The “Democratic” part means it’s all done through voting, not dictators. The “Socialist” part means we invest in people, not hedge funds. The “MAGA interpretation” part means they scream “COMMUNISM!” every time someone mentions dental care.

So yeah, a bunch of people in Payson showed up to learn about Democratic Socialism. Nobody was brainwashed, nobody grew a beard and moved to Cuba. Turns out, when you explain that it’s about fairness, dignity, and democracy, people lean in.

Maybe that’s what really scares the red hats—an idea that makes sense.

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Another Trump lie

Trump’s “Army of Opportunity”

When Trump was busy blowing smoke up the backsides of the generals, he bragged that military recruitment was at an all-time high.
And technically, he wasn’t lying — which, for Trump, is like finding a unicorn.

Yes, numbers went up. But not because Americans suddenly felt the patriotic urge to join Trump’s Brown Shirt Brigade. No, it’s because a whole lot of people are broke, desperate, and need a paycheck more than a purpose.

See, the Army rolled out a new program designed to scrape the bottom of the barrel. That’s not me being mean — that’s their phrase. They’re now recruiting folks who couldn’t qualify before, helping them lose weight and pass the basic test. Think of it as boot camp before boot camp — the pre-owned soldier program.

So, congratulations America: if you’re homeless, jobless, and hopeless, Uncle Sam wants you! You’ll get a bed, three meals a day, and the exciting opportunity to be first in line when the shooting starts.

And yet, there was Trump onstage — puffed up like a toad in heat — bragging that “our recruitment numbers are fantastic.” Sure they are, Donnie. It’s amazing what happens when poverty becomes your biggest recruiter.

If you want the real story, check today’s New York Times. Turns out, we’re not building an army of heroes — we’re building an army of survivors. And the man selling it as “winning” wouldn’t know honor if it saluted him.

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Kill them all then sort out the innocent.

What Have We Become?

Our new Secretary of Defense seems to think the path to victory is making soldiers more ruthless and violent. Forget strategy, forget diplomacy—the new doctrine is: be meaner, hit harder.

Before Trump wandered onstage to showcase his latest episode of public derangement, Peter Hegseth delivered what sounded like a high school locker room pep talk to the generals. His message? Our troops are “wimps,” weakened by the radical idea that women also serve. Morality? That’s for losers. Civilian casualties? Just background noise. The subtext was clear: it’s fair game to kill anyone who isn’t waving a Republican flag.

The generals sat there in silence, watching the performance, no doubt wondering what circus they had stumbled into.

Meanwhile, Trump and Hegseth were practically giddy over their new rebranding idea: scrap the “Department of Defense” and call it what it really is—the “Department of War.” Because what’s more macho than renaming things while innocent people die?

Trump, a lifelong fan of studio wrestling, loves the fake tough-guy act. Hegseth, when not drunk, loves to play macho man himself. Together, they strut and posture while the country stares into the abyss.

What have we become?

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FURIOUS Navy Commander SPEAKS OUT After Trump Military Stunt

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Talking to a MAGA

Under the Willow Tree: Reality Check with a MAGA Man

The evening was pleasant, the kind that makes you want to linger under the willow tree at the park. I sat with my little sign, encouraging people to vote for the swimming pool—the one the Three Stooges on the council are determined to block.

Then along came a younger guy, maybe mid-40s, with a pack of hunting dogs tugging at their leashes. I asked the simple question: “You going to vote for the new pool?” That’s all it took.

Turns out, he was a full-tilt MAGA disciple. Taxes were the devil, and anything involving them was out of the question. From there, the conversation slid into the familiar left-right trench warfare.

What amazed me wasn’t his opinions—it was how far divorced from reality they were. According to him, January 6th wasn’t stirred up by Trump at all. No, it was 125 FBI agents who masterminded the whole thing. The rioters? Oh, they were escorted into the Capitol. When I pointed out the video evidence of people smashing windows to get inside, he shrugged it off. In his world, the mob just appeared, Trump had nothing to do with it, and the FBI was running the show.

I tried another angle: Trump’s long track record of lies. I reminded him that Trump built his political career on claiming Obama was born in Africa—and later admitted he made it up. Even with that clear-cut case, the MAGA man wriggled and squirmed, but couldn’t escape the truth.

On it went, circling around in the same loop: fact versus fantasy. And that’s the problem—we’re not just arguing politics anymore. We’re living in two different realities.

This is the world we live in now. A simple question about a swimming pool turns into a surreal debate about FBI conspiracies and Trump’s innocence. Under the willow tree, it was clear: America is sitting at the same table, but talking past itself.

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Lawrence: Trump was 'on the verge of outright insanity' in deranged spee...

Hard not to see it

A Tale of Two Lights in the Sky

Last night, the heavens put on a show. The International Space Station shot across the evening sky like a cosmic diamond, so bright it could stop you mid-sentence. It was a reminder that human beings, when working together, can build something extraordinary—something that soars silently above politics, borders, and nonsense.

But back here on Earth, in Washington, D.C., another light shined, though not nearly as noble: Trump’s madness lit up the stage before America’s generals. The contrast could not have been starker.

The generals sat like stone, uniforms pressed, eyes forward, while the Commander-in-Chief raved like a man possessed. The same tired script played again: We’re the greatest, we have the best economy, the strongest military, and yes, even the best toilet paper. You could almost hear the collective groan of history saying, Not this speech again.

By any reasonable measure, the man is unwell. But the MAGA faithful don’t flinch. To them, it’s part of the package. They know he sounds like a patient in the wrong ward—but he’s their patient, and that seems to be enough.

Then came the part that should chill every spine in the room: Trump urged the military to start “training” for urban warfare—right here in American cities. He dressed it up as strength, but it’s nothing more than rehearsal for martial law. Insane? Absolutely. Unconstitutional? Without question. But to the cult, it’s just Tuesday.

The space station arcs silently across the heavens, proof of what humanity can achieve when we strive toward light. Trump’s performance before the generals was the opposite: a dark spectacle, grounded in fear and delusion, dragging us downward. One is the future we could have; the other, the nightmare we risk if the MAGA crowd keeps cheering their chosen madman.

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