The worthless foam from the mouth

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THE DICTATORSHIP RUMBLES ON

The slow-rolling dictatorship rumbles on, grinding through what’s left of our democratic nerves. Tonight, Donald Trump will lumber up to a podium somewhere and deliver another rambling, self-congratulatory sermon to the nation—assuring us, as always, that we have the best of everything. Best economy. Best freedom. Best leader. Best golf score, too, if we’re taking his word for anything.

Trump will lie, as he always does. He will pout, preen, and stomp like a spoiled child denied a second dessert. And his MAGA children—those red-hatted disciples of delusion—will applaud wildly, because truth no longer matters. Truth has become an antique in Trump’s America, something to put in a display case and dust off for special occasions.

But here’s the thing: even the most poorly educated MAGA dolt, deep in the quiet corners of their mind, knows the truth. They know America is not great again. They know the country is fractured, angry, exhausted, and wobbling under the weight of its own absurdity. They shout “MAGA!” louder and louder to drown out the voice inside whispering the obvious: this is not greatness; this is a disaster.

A nation cannot thrive on delusion. A democracy cannot survive on the worship of a single man. And a people cannot remain free when lies replace facts and rage replaces reason. Yet here we are—watching a country that once led the world now stumble behind the strongmen it used to oppose.

Tonight Trump will speak. He will promise salvation. He will promise victory. He will promise prosperity.

But promises are not plans.

Rants are not leadership.

And a cult is not a country.

The dictatorship doesn’t arrive all at once—it creeps. It normalizes itself. It becomes familiar. It becomes routine. It rumbles on… until one day we wake up and realize the rumble has become a roar.

The question is simple:
Are we listening?

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Hope Springs eternal

Here’s a sharper, cleaner, and more powerful Kadizzle-style rewrite—still biting, still satirical, but more polished and punchy for the blog:

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Time to Flush the Rodents Out of Payson

It’s no secret: under the direction of the local Tea Party cabal, three political rodents have been gnawing away at Payson. Around town they’re known as the Three Stooges—Steve Otto (Mayor), Jim Ferris, and Charlie Bell—loyal lickspittles to the far-right fantasy machine.

The Tea Party in Payson doesn’t hold meetings; they hold imagination sessions where Trump is recast as a king, a genius, and occasionally the Second Coming. This delusion-pipeline flows straight into the minds of local Hoopleheads and their elected mascots like Eli Crane, who peddle paranoia as if it were patriotism.

Their recipe is always the same:
Hate. Fear. Delusion.
The essential ingredients of a full-strength Tea Party stupor.

But here’s the good news:

Decent, sane, community-minded people have stepped forward to run against the rodents.
The opportunity for change is real. The moment is now.

If you’re tired of watching these burrowing bandits chew through Payson’s future, if you’re ready to reclaim your town from the fantasy-drunk ideologues—then it’s time to wake up, stand up, and help clean house.

Vote the rodents back into their holes.
Payson deserves better.

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If you want, I can also create a shorter version, a more humorous version, or a more scorched-earth version.

Of the rich, for the rich, by the rich

Of the Rich, For the Rich, By the Rich — America’s New Operating System

“Of the rich, for the rich, by the rich.”
That’s not a slogan anymore—it’s the operating system of the United States. The illusion has evaporated. The mask is off. We are serfs—or as modern America spells it, surfs—riding the waves of billionaire wealth while owning none of the beach.

And the strangest part?
The serfs are applauding their own exploitation.

We now live in a country where Donald Trump can steal billions, lose billions, fabricate billions—and still be hailed by millions as a man of the people. A billionaire fraudster convincing the working class he’s their champion is perhaps the greatest con ever pulled on American soil.

What in the hell happened?

America used to at least pretend to care about the poor, the working class, the future, the truth. We had the decency to keep up the illusion. But today the divide is so stark, so obvious, so brutal that even pretending is no longer necessary. The rich don’t bother to hide their contempt. Why would they? The system is built, tuned, and polished to their specifications.

The poor cannot afford to live.
Rent devours paychecks. Medical debt eats families alive. Groceries cost more each month. People work two jobs and still drown. Entire generations are slipping underwater.

Meanwhile the rich cannot spend fast enough.
Luxury rockets, private islands, super-yachts the length of aircraft carriers—it’s an arms race of excess. They hoard wealth like dragons while telling the rest of us to be grateful for the crumbs flicked off the banquet table.

And the worst part?
We did this to ourselves.

We bought the propaganda.
We believed the slogans.
We accepted the fantasy that someday we, too, might join the club at the top.

But the truth is simple: We were never invited.
And now the gates are welded shut.

America today is a place where working people cheer for billionaires who rob them blind; where politicians bought by the wealthy write laws to keep the poor in their place; where inequality has become not a warning sign, but a badge of honor.

We are witnessing the transformation of a nation—
From democracy to aristocracy.
From citizenship to servitude.
From opportunity to hierarchy.

The rich get richer.
The poor get poorer.
And the rest of us are told to shut up and wave the flag.

This is the new America:
Not a government of the people—
but a marketplace owned by the wealthy.

And until the serfs stop applauding,
nothing changes.

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Trump wiping supplies

Trump-Branded Toilet Paper: Finally, a Product That Really Gets to the Bottom of Things

America can finally breathe a sigh of relief. After years of debate, drama, indictments, impeachments, rallies, counter-rallies, speeches, and tweets, a product has arrived that unites the country in one simple, universal human experience:

Toilet paper.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Trump-branded toilet paper is now a thing. And somehow, it feels… inevitable.

Let’s be honest: if any modern political figure was destined to end up on a roll, it was Donald Trump. The man has put his name on steaks, vodka, a university, casinos, bottled water, NFTs, and a golden sneaker collection. Toilet paper was the one remaining frontier—the final square on the American bingo card.

Features of Trump Toilet Paper (as imagined by Kadizzle Industries)

• Two-ply “Executive Privilege” softness
Absorbs anything—except responsibility.

• Extra-long rolls
Because the legal paperwork never ends.

• Guaranteed not to flush properly
Just like every scandal.

• Comes pre-loaded with alternative facts
Each sheet contradicts the last one.

• Now available in “Nuclear Documents Beige”
A color inspired by Mar-a-Lago’s most mysterious storage closet.

User Reviews (totally trustworthy)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “Finally, a product that speaks my language.” — Person at a rally waving a toilet brush.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “Best use of his image to date.” — Every late-night comedian.

⭐️⭐️⭐️☆☆ “Clogs my plumbing, but so does everything else from this guy.” — Arizona homeowner, location withheld

The Marketing Campaign Practically Writes Itself

Imagine the ads:

“When things get messy… use the brand that’s been cleaning up headlines for years.”

or

“Strong enough for your toughest job, yet soft enough for fragile egos.”

or even

“Make America Wipe Again.”

Somewhere, a Madison Avenue marketing executive is crying tears of joy.

A Unifying Product at Last

Regardless of your politics—even if you’ve sworn off the news entirely—Trump toilet paper provides something rare:

Complete bipartisan agreement on its ideal use.

And in today’s America, that might be the most patriotic thing imaginable.

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Do something

When a Nation Forgets Itself

There was a time when the United States set the standard for opportunity, innovation, and democratic strength. Today, many Americans feel something slipping away.

The decline did not happen overnight, and it did not begin with one man. But Donald Trump has become a symbol — even an accelerant — of a deeper erosion already underway. When dishonesty becomes routine, when cruelty is excused as strength, and when political opponents are treated as enemies rather than fellow citizens, democracy weakens.

Across the country, wealth has concentrated into insulated enclaves. Those at the top often live untouched by the struggles of working families, the poor, or anyone outside their political tribe. Economic inequality grows, while basic institutions — courts, schools, public trust — face constant pressure and politicization.

History shows that nations don’t collapse in a single dramatic moment. They erode slowly. Rights are narrowed. Norms are bent. Truth becomes optional. Expertise is mocked. Division becomes profitable.

Meanwhile, too many of us grow tired or cynical. We disengage. We assume someone else will fix it.

But democracy requires maintenance. It requires participation. It requires citizens who demand honesty, accountability, and equal justice — not just for themselves, but for everyone.

A culture built on “I got mine, the rest of you are on your own” cannot sustain a republic. Our children inherit not only our prosperity, but also our neglect.

The question is not whether America is perfect — it never was. The question is whether we are willing to defend and rebuild the principles that made it strong.

Nations do not fail because they are challenged. They fail when their people stop caring.

The future is not predetermined. But it will reflect what we choose to tolerate — and what we choose to defend.

The fraud master

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Donald Trump has once again demonstrated why he may be the reigning champion of political bribery and fraud. His latest stunt? Trying to block the opening of a major new bridge from Canada—a project years in the making and vital to regional commerce.

Why would a president do that?

Because the owner of a nearby privately owned toll bridge—a man whose profits depend on keeping competition away—paid him a visit. In classic fashion, Trump didn’t hesitate. A lie was conjured, a bogus justification fabricated, and suddenly a legitimate international infrastructure project was in jeopardy—all to protect one wealthy individual’s revenue stream.

And, as usual, the country shrugs. No outrage. No accountability. No serious effort to remove a man who treats the presidency like a personal racket, abusing federal power for the benefit of whichever donor whispers the right request.

America is being run by a fraudmaster, and somehow we’re expected to pretend this is normal governance.

The Flow of information in Payson

The Flow of Information in Payson

The flow of information in Payson has some serious shortcomings. The Payson Roundup, due to limited print space, inevitably cherry-picks which letters to the editor appear in the paper. While this is understandable from a physical-space perspective, it also creates an opportunity—intentional or not—to steer public communications in one direction or another. There’s an easy fix: publish every submitted letter in the online edition, unfiltered. Let readers decide what matters.

But the bigger barrier to open, honest civic dialogue in Payson comes from gatekeeping.

On the airwaves, KMOG tightly controls who gets to speak and who gets to respond, shaping the narrative instead of simply hosting it. Meanwhile, the local Tea Party restricts discussion and attendance at its meetings, ensuring that the messaging presented at these gatherings faces little challenge or scrutiny. These practices choke off the diverse viewpoints needed for a healthy community conversation.

If Payson wants to function as a real free-speech community, then everyone must have equal access to information. And those who control the platforms—newspapers, radio, or political groups—must recognize their responsibility to be fair, open, and impartial. Free speech only works when the doors to public discourse are open to all, not just a select few.

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The Scum of the White House

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National Association for the Advancement of Humanity

How Much Lower Can Trump Go?

How much lower can a former president sink? Every single day, Donald Trump sets a fresh record for disgrace. His venomous insults toward Barack Obama and Michelle Obama mark yet another bottom scraped in American political history. On the scale of pure scoundrel behavior, Trump is unmatched — a man who has normalized indecency and made cruelty a political strategy.

But let’s not forget the rest of his “achievements”:

• Records in graft.

• Records in bribery.

• Records in pathological lying.
  He is a one-man demolition crew aimed squarely at American civic values.

And still the MAGA faithful cheer him on — a crowd mesmerized by a man ruled entirely by childish impulses and an ego so bloated it eclipses reason. Any rational adult who reads even a basic summary of Trump’s conduct would feel sick. But not the lickspittles who kneel before corruption and call it patriotism.

The only real question left is what new low will Trump hit tomorrow? His current obsession is rigging the coming midterm elections — sabotaging democracy while waving the flag he pretends to defend.

When will even the most uninformed red-hat true believer finally wake up and see the con? Or is willful ignorance now the last pillar holding up MAGA world?

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A Once great country

This used to be a country built on hope.
For decades the United States stood near the top on nearly every social measure—health, education, opportunity, decency. That feels like ancient history now. Today, many Americans find themselves embarrassed by what we’ve become. Under Trump, the national ride has plunged straight into the gutter.

We no longer lift up the tired, the poor, or the hungry. Instead, we applaud as Trump builds a gilded castle for himself and fortifies the estates of the already wealthy. Health care? That’s now a privilege for those who can afford survival. Education has been twisted into a factory for indoctrination. Christianity—once a moral compass—has been repurposed into a shrine for Trump and the almighty dollar.

We’re watching a man turn lying and theft into competitive sports, a kind of moral Olympics where the record book is written in corruption. And the truly frightening part? Millions cheer him on.

The sickness isn’t just national—it’s seeped into the local bloodstream. Small-town politics now mimic the same authoritarian swagger. Fueled by right-wing disinformation, the Tea Party faithful elevate local leaders who copy Trump’s tactics with enthusiasm. The result is a disastrous trio of mini-dictators convinced that democracy is optional, truth is negotiable, and power is the only scripture worth reading.

What have we become—and more importantly, how far are we willing to fall?

None are so blind as those who will not see

Every day, Donald Trump shovels out fresh proof that he is exactly what he’s always been—a liar, a thief, a dictator-in-waiting, and a world-class con man. And every day, the country reacts with the same stunned silence you’d expect if he’d simply announced the weather. The MAGA crowd nods along as if this is all perfectly normal—just another day in the land of alternative facts and perpetual grievance.

Sure, America has survived crooks and political lowlifes before. But at least the old-school scoundrels had the decency to pretend they weren’t crooks. They worked in the shadows. They whispered. They denied everything. They felt shame—or at least understood they should.

Not Trump.

Trump celebrates his corruption the way a high-school bully celebrates stealing someone’s lunch money—loudly, proudly, and in front of the whole cafeteria. And somehow, unbelievably, this particular bully was elected class president. Twice.

How did we get here?
Trump didn’t erode decency; he power-washed it off the nation with a blast of scandals so constant no one could sandbag the flood fast enough. Outrage fatigue became a political strategy, and it worked.

And now the latest trick: a plan to seize control of elections by “nationalizing” them—code for “rigging the system so he never loses again.” He’s already used the Constitution for toilet paper, kindling, and a Kleenex when he needs to blow his nose.

So the real question isn’t what Trump is doing.

It’s: Who still cares—and why aren’t the rest screaming?

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If you’d like, I can make a darker version, a more humorous version, or one styled specifically for your National Association for the Advancement of Humanity blog voice.

Rodents of Unusual Stupidity

R.O.U.S. — Rodents of Unusual Stupidity

If you remember The Princess Bride, you’ll recall the R.O.U.S.—Rodents of Unusual Size—creatures so absurd you laughed, right up until they tried to eat the hero.

Now imagine one of those rodents as president.
Then imagine another one—Stephen Miller—scurrying behind him, helping gnaw through the walls of democracy.
And if that isn’t enough R.O.U.S. infestation, just look to Payson where we have our own Three Stooges version: Otto, Bell, and Ferris—Rodents of Unusual Stupidity.

What has this country come to when our so-called “leaders” wake up every morning with the same three goals:
destroy the country, steal the cheese, and dismantle freedom as quickly as their tiny paws allow?

Here in Payson, the rodents have built quite the nest.
A full colony gathers at the Tea Party—sniffing out conspiracy crumbs, squeaking lies to each other, and mistaking paranoia for patriotism. Their head rodent? A sexual abuser, con man, and professional liar. Truly the full rodent résumé.

And what do rodents do when left unchecked?
They chew through the East Wing of the White House.
They scamper toward the Kennedy Center with matches.
And here at home, our local rodents have shredded any hope of a new swimming pool or a town that moves forward instead of backwards into the basement.

Like all invasive species, there’s only one solution:
Trap them, relocate them, and disinfect the nest before the whole house collapses.

My Older Brother Tom passed away yesterday

Here’s a polished, more vivid version for your Kadizzle blog—kept personal, warm, and written in your trademark storyteller voice.

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Remembering Tom

Tom was the second oldest in a family of nine. Kadizzle came in at number seven, which put a good stretch of years between us. I used to joke that Tom was the only one out of nine who never finished college—but he was also the one who built a thriving business from nothing. Mountaineer Excavating rose out of Tom’s stubborn determination and long days servicing the coal mines in the Ohio Valley. Today his son Kevin, armed with an engineering degree, runs the company, shifting its focus to the region’s natural-gas boom. The legacy Tom started keeps rolling on.

Tom’s generosity was legendary. He didn’t just help the community—he helped all of us siblings in ways too many to count. When I was a broke college kid, Tom simply handed me a car. That was just Tom.

I remember the early days when he was driving his own rig, hauling steel and frozen goods across steep mountain terrain. I went along on several trips. One run I’ll never forget—though I somehow managed to sleep through the exciting part.

Tom’s truck lost its brakes barreling down a mountain grade. I was in the sleeper, dead to the world. By the time I woke up, we were gliding into a small town at the bottom. Half asleep, I said, “Tom… that’s a red light, and you’re going right through it.”

Tom, calm as a man ordering a cheeseburger, just said, “I know. I don’t have any brakes.”

That was Tom. Unshakeable. Capable. Quietly steering disaster into something manageable.

The stories about him are endless. I could write pages and still barely scratch the surface. Tom was unique—he played the hand he was dealt and played it well. And it worked.

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KMOG the Holy Church of Hypocrisy.

The Holy Church of Hypocrisy (Services Held Daily on KMOG)

Welcome, fellow citizens, to another glorious day in the Tea Party Theocracy, where scripture is shouted, facts are optional, and outrage is the official love language. Let’s check in on our local saints—the three stooges of moral purity, who manage to combine religion, nationalism, and complete detachment from reality into one seamless performance.

Morning Devotional: Pray First, Lie Later

As always, the show begins with a solemn prayer, because nothing sets the stage for full-scale Trump-brand insanity like invoking the Almighty. Then comes the patriotic ritual:
Wave the flag, hug the flag, maybe even kiss it—because why follow its principles when you can just use it as a prop?

Right on cue, our spiritual guide, the ever-holy Kenny Murphy, fires up the microphone at KMOG, ready to turn national delusion into local entertainment. Kenny has mastered the delicate art of prayer-to-propaganda transition, a maneuver more complex than anything NASA ever attempted.

The Tea Party: Where Reality Goes on Vacation

Once the ceremonial prayer is complete, it’s time for the real gospel:
Conspiracy theories, Fox-News-approved fiction, and that special blend of moral superiority that can only come from people who haven’t checked a fact since 1997.

These folks care deeply about the future—
just not yours, your kids’, or anyone else’s.
But don’t worry: they do care about impressing each other and keeping Trump’s portrait polished.

Truth?
Oh, don’t be silly.
Truth is for amateurs.

They twist it, stretch it, and fold it like cheap tinfoil. And when it breaks, they sweep it under the rug and replace it with something more useful—usually a lie big enough to require its own ZIP code.

Local Heroes of the Great Unraveling

Our local Tea Party faithful never miss an opportunity to grovel at the boots of their chosen idols:
Eli Crane and Wendy Rogers. When these two speak, reality quietly leaves the room so nonsense can flow freely.

If there’s a conspiracy theory to push, they’re on it.
If there’s an honest conversation to avoid, they’re already gone.
If there’s a wedge to drive deeper into the country, they’re first in line with a hammer.

Why deal with facts when fantasy is so much more entertaining?

The Real Miracle: They Believe Themselves

And that, friends, is the true spiritual achievement—
not that they lie, but that they do it with such confidence.
It’s like watching magicians who honestly think they can saw the truth in half and have it walk away smiling.

Welcome to the National Association for the Advancement of Humanity, where we observe, document, and marvel at the spectacular collapse of critical thinking—
one KMOG broadcast at a time.

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How did we get here

How did we get here?
A big part of the answer is Fox News. For years, Hoopleheads across the country have been starving for a narrative that confirms their fears and fantasies, and Fox has happily served up the falsehoods—steaming hot and ready to swallow.

And what about Payson, Arizona? The same Hoopleheads wanted a local version of the Fox illusion. That’s where KMOG and Kenny Murphy stepped in. With zero evidence, Kenny claims George Soros pays protestors—a lie so flimsy any thinking person can see through it. Not one ounce of truth, but to the Hoople crowd it’s pure nectar.

Fox invites sycophants to reinforce the propaganda. Kenny follows the script perfectly. He brings on Wendy, Steve Otto, and the rest of the local stooge-brigade to amplify the Tea Party storyline and pump it into Payson’s airwaves. The Hooples are drunk on right-wing lies, and KMOG is their open bar.

So ask again: How did we get here?
Because lies—told loudly, repeated endlessly, and consumed eagerly—became the local gospel.

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What Can You Do About It?

You don’t have to sit quietly while KMOG turns misinformation into the soundtrack of Payson.

Decent people can push back.

Here’s how:

1. Call into Kenny Murphy’s “Forum” and challenge the distortions directly.
You don’t have to shout. You just have to be clear. Ask for evidence. Ask for sources. When Kenny or one of his Tea Party guests floats a fantasy, calmly ask:
“What proof do you have?”
That simple question alone can shake the whole circus tent.

2. Don’t accept the hang-up routine as defeat.
Kenny is known to cut callers off when they present inconvenient truth. That’s fine. Call back another day. Persistence matters.

3. Speak for the silent majority.
Many reasonable people in Payson are disgusted by the misinformation but feel isolated. When you call in, you remind others that they’re not alone. You give courage to people who want to speak but don’t want to be the first voice.

4. Keep the focus on facts and accountability.
No insults necessary. Just keep asking for evidence. Lies wither under scrutiny; truth doesn’t.

5. Encourage neighbors, friends, and family to challenge the falsehoods too.
A misinformed town becomes an authoritarian town. A vocal, fact-driven public becomes a healthy community.

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KMOG depends on silence. Democracy depends on speaking up.

Call in. Push back. Tell the truth where the lies are being sold.

KMOG Rodent, Kenny Murphy

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National Association Commentary: KMOG—The Church of Hypocrisy on the Airwaves

In a town that wraps itself in patriotism and Christianity, KMOG radio should be the last thing standing. Yet here it is—the loudspeaker for a brand of hypocrisy that would make any Sunday-school teacher faint. Kenny Murphy, the station’s resident moral gymnast, opens his show with a prayer and then spends the next hour breaking every principle he just invoked. It’s a familiar routine in Payson: Steve Otto, Jim Ferris, Charlie Bell—the Tea Party’s holy trinity—do the same every week at Town Hall. Pray first, betray the prayer second.

On KMOG, lies and distortions wash over the airwaves like a monsoon. Kenny welcomes any caller eager to defend Trump’s abuses, but the second a truth bomb appears—click—the line goes dead. That’s the editorial policy: propaganda in, truth out.

Yesterday was a masterpiece in disinformation. While federal agents acting under Trump’s authority killed protesters in Minneapolis, Kenny strained every muscle to blame anyone except the people who pulled the triggers. It was nauseating. KMOG is Fox News on steroids—where amateur liars become instant experts, and the truth is treated like contraband.

When Wendy Rogers or Eli Crane unleash one of their trademark whoppers, does Kenny challenge them? Of course not. KMOG has become the clubhouse for anyone in Payson willing to uphold the fantasy, spin the story, or sanctify the deception. If you’ve got a lie to tell, they’ve got a microphone.

I’ve contacted the advertisers who bankroll this little local Nazi-style propaganda outlet. You should too. Silence is how these operations survive. Accountability is how they end.

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Murder by MAGA

How could any honest person look at this image and not call it what it is—a killing. Not an accident, not a “situation,” not a “rapidly evolving incident.” A killing. I’m a skeptic by nature, and this picture is so brutally clear and detailed that for a moment I wondered if it was AI-generated. But no—my bet is it’s real. And that makes it worse.

This is a Nazi-style execution carried out in broad daylight in what used to be the United States of America. And still, the Trump machine tells us not to believe our own eyes. They will twist, spin, excuse, and rewrite reality until the truth is unrecognizable. That’s how authoritarian regimes operate: they don’t just seize power—they seize the narrative.

We are living in a dictatorship cut from the same cloth as every other strongman regime in history. The law no longer shields the citizen; it shields the ruler. Trump owns the Supreme Court. He owns Congress. He owns the people who once had the dignity to call themselves public servants. And millions nod along as if this is normal.

The next election is not “another political contest.” It is the story. If Trump’s MAGA movement manages to steal one more vote, one more state, one more shard of legitimacy, the game is over. Authoritarianism doesn’t retreat voluntarily—it locks the door behind itself.

And yet, people stroll through their day pretending nothing has changed, as if the institutions we grew up trusting haven’t already been hollowed out. As if the warning signs aren’t blinking in neon red.

Believe your eyes. Believe the evidence. We are running out of chances to stop the MAGA Nazis from finishing the job.

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Check Your Brain

Are your eyes connected to your brain, maybe not. Today ICE agents shot a man in Minneapolis. If your brain said it was justified, your eyes are not connected to your brain. If you watched the video and didn't see the man was not brandishing a gun, your eyes are not connected to your brain, Now, lets check your ears. If you watched Christie Noem and you hear what she said about the shooting, and you believed it, you ears are not connected to your brain. A lot of people right here in our little town have been disconnected from reality. We are represented by Eli Crane, and Wendy Rodgers. Get your circuits checked. 

He has done that before

This morning I watched a video of ICE agents restraining a man on a Minneapolis street. In the footage one agent kneed the man in the face while another agent, apparently aware they were being recorded, tried to intervene. The scene was disturbing.

Two observations stayed with me. First, the presence of a colleague attempting to stop the use of excessive force suggests that not all involved accepted what was happening — but it also raises questions about oversight and control during operations. Second, the behavior looked like more than a one-off: people in enforcement roles can develop patterns of conduct, sometimes normalized over time.

These incidents point to systemic issues in how we staff and supervise enforcement agencies. Every person placed in a position of authority to use force should undergo rigorous psychological screening, ongoing evaluation, and training in de-escalation and accountability. Equally important are hiring standards and vetting processes that ensure candidates meet ethical and professional norms.

Finally, broader leadership and policy choices shape agency culture. Appointments and personnel policies that prioritize aggressive tactics over restraint and professionalism risk institutionalizing harmful conduct. National-level guidance and consistent, transparent standards are essential to restore public trust and prevent future abuses.

The Day will come

The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity
Daily Dispatch on the State of the Republic

Some Americans are still whispering when they should be shouting. As Trump grabs at countries, plunders the treasury, and treats the nation as his personal yard sale, the public waits—half-joking, half-hoping—for the BIG BEAUTIFUL OBITUARY, the only thing that seems capable of stopping a man who believes he owns the world. The tragedy, of course, is that democracy shouldn't hinge on one man’s mortality. But here we are.

What could be more childish than a president demanding Denmark hand over Greenland because his fragile ego couldn’t handle not winning the Nobel Peace Prize? What could be more revealing than that tantrum? The rest of the world saw it for what it was: the behavior of a spoiled, unstable man who cannot be denied anything without launching into a public meltdown. Yet a frightening number of Americans still pretend he is normal.

Why do we keep tiptoeing around the obvious truth? Trump’s mental illness is not subtle. It is on display every day: the grandiose delusions, the paranoia, the fixation on personal loyalty, the inability to accept responsibility, the fantasy world in which he alone is the hero in a nation full of enemies. These are not quirks. These are symptoms.

His followers call it “strength.” But any trained professional would call it a diagnosis.

And here lies the national shame: we have normalized his sickness. We have allowed our political culture to absorb his pathology as if it were just another style, just another flavor of populism. We laugh, we roll our eyes, we say “that’s just Trump.” No. That’s not “just Trump.” That’s a mentally unwell man steering the country into authoritarianism because no one in power will say what the entire world can plainly see.

Change will not come until Americans stop treating Trump like a legitimate political figure and start speaking openly about what he actually is: a deeply unstable person with immense power, unchecked rage, and a bottomless need for adoration. Democracies crumble when citizens refuse to name the disease infecting them.

Trump is a sick man. His illness is not private—it is public, national, and dangerous. And until people stop whispering and start declaring it openly, the United States will keep spiraling deeper into the delusion he has built around himself.

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No Penalty for Murder

Imagine sitting in your car — unarmed, peaceful, and expressing your frustration at Trump’s goons the only safe way you could — and a federal agent walks up and shoots you in the face. No warning. No accountability. No questions asked. That is what happened to Renee Good, and it should chill every American who still believes in justice.

I was disturbed to read in The New York Times today that the ICE agent who killed Good will not have to answer a single question about his actions. Not one. Meanwhile, Good’s own family is being treated like suspects, as if she were the terrorist and not the victim of a government bullet.

This isn’t how a democracy behaves. This is how a dictatorship operates: power protects the executioner, interrogates the victims, and demands silence from anyone who dares to speak.

Yet here we are. A woman is dead for peacefully showing her disapproval, her family is scrutinized, and the man who pulled the trigger walks away untouched — defended by legal shields designed to keep federal agents immune from accountability.

But for much of the country? Life moves on. Have another cup of coffee. Turn on a football game. Pretend nothing happened — because that’s what those in power count on.

If we don’t demand answers for Renee Good, the message becomes unmistakable: the law no longer protects the people. The law now protects those who rule over them.

Hard to imagine

The Three Stooges of Payson

Imagine three grown men, dressed as public servants, walking into a town hall meeting as if they were starring in a low-budget remake of The Three Stooges. Now imagine them beginning that meeting with a solemn prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance—heads bowed, hands over hearts, every gesture dripping with performative patriotism.

In Payson, Arizona, this is our reality.

These three men—Mayor Steve Otto, Jim Ferris, and Charlie Bell—give hypocrisy their most earnest effort. They pray as if they follow the teachings of Christ. They recite the pledge as if they understand the meaning of “liberty and justice for all.” And then, moments later, they proceed to violate every principle embedded in the words they just spoke.

Jim Ferris kicks things off by claiming—without evidence—that the public library is promoting pornography. It’s a smear straight from the national extremist playbook: attack institutions of learning, stir fear, and hope no one asks for proof.

Steve Otto, meanwhile, sees no issue with attending Tea Party meetings that exclude the public he claims to represent. Transparency? Accountability? Those words disappear the moment he steps into the Tea Party clubhouse.

And then there’s Charlie Bell—poor Charlie—who simply salutes whatever the Tea Party demands. No independent thought, no evaluation, no courage. Just obedience.

Because pandering to the Tea Party is the entire operating system for this trio.

The Tea Party in Payson functions like a Boy Scouts troop for Trumpism: badges in outrage, merit awards for misinformation, and a handbook written in conspiracy theories. Reality doesn’t faze them. Facts are optional. The truth is like putty—molded, twisted, and reshaped to suit whatever narrative keeps the base riled and the power structure intact.

This is what passes for leadership in Payson. A ritualized performance of prayer, patriotism, and public service—followed by a meeting where those very principles are cheerfully discarded.

And the citizens of Payson deserve better than a government run by stooges.

Denial

It is comforting to believe nothing has changed. It is comforting to believe we are still young, still free, still living in the country we were taught to admire. But reality has a way of shattering comforting illusions.

The scale does not lie. You can avoid stepping on it, you can convince yourself the problem doesn’t exist, but the truth remains unchanged. Denial does not alter reality.

The United States was once a place where people could walk with confidence that the law applied equally, that freedom was more than a slogan, and that government power had limits. Those days are gone. We are now living under a dictatorship, whether we choose to admit it or not.

Donald Trump has made that reality unmistakable. He threatens to send federal troops into American cities to suppress unrest that his own actions ignited—after armed agents shot a woman in the face and killed her. Instead of accountability, we get intimidation. Instead of truth, we get lies layered upon lies.

You can go about your day pretending the sun still shines the same way. You can insist this is normal, that freedom still exists because it once did. But deep down, you know better. Truth no longer matters. Power does.

We are being reduced to subjects—peasants meant to serve the wealthy and protect their interests. Rights are conditional. Justice is selective. And obedience is increasingly demanded, not earned.

This is what dictatorship looks like—not all at once, but step by step, while people convince themselves nothing has changed.

The scale is waiting.

There are none so blind as those who will not see

There are none so blind as those who refuse to see.
Donald Trump has not merely bent the rules of democracy—he has spat on them. He treats the Constitution as a nuisance, elections as inconveniences, and the rule of law as something to be mocked. What once would have ended any political career is now shrugged off as “fake news” by a movement trained to reject evidence and embrace lies.

Trump’s enforcers roam the country with the arrogance of unchecked power. They intimidate, harass, and brutalize in the name of “law and order,” while operating above the law themselves. This is not strength; it is the behavior of regimes that fear accountability. History has a long record of what happens when leaders surround themselves with loyal thugs instead of principled professionals—and none of those stories end well.

The corruption is staggering. Theft, grift, self-dealing, and bribery have become normalized. Public office is treated like a private ATM. Foreign interests, corporate cronies, and wealthy benefactors buy influence in plain sight. Any previous administration would have collapsed under the weight of such scandals. Yet here we are, watching a president enrich himself while millions of Americans struggle to afford food, housing, and healthcare.

Most disturbing of all is the reaction of Trump’s loyal followers. Faced with overwhelming evidence, they retreat deeper into the fog of lies he has carefully constructed. Facts bounce off them. Court rulings are dismissed. Journalists are labeled enemies. Anyone who speaks truth is attacked as disloyal or un-American. This is not ignorance—it is willful blindness.

Democracy does not die in a single dramatic moment. It erodes slowly, as citizens stop caring, stop questioning, and stop defending the institutions meant to protect them. Tyranny does not require universal support; it only requires enough people to look away.

The tragedy of our moment is not just Trump’s behavior—it is the number of Americans willing to excuse it. History will not be kind to those who chose comfort over conscience. The question remains: how much damage must be done before the blind decide to see?

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Keep Payson Clean

Keep Payson Clean is a great idea, and the volunteers deserve credit. But let’s be honest: it is impossible to keep a town clean when its leadership refuses to address the largest sources of blight.

Litter along roads and in public spaces is visible and annoying, but it is not the root problem. Payson could be completely free of roadside trash and still look neglected as long as large-scale junk properties are allowed to exist unchecked. These aren’t hidden problems—they are in plain sight.

Anyone who doubts this should drive down Arrow Street. What you see is not “clutter,” it’s a full-blown eyesore that looks more like a junkyard. Look toward American Gulch and you’ll find the same thing: junk, disarray, and neglect that reflect poorly on the entire town.

This is not a lack of ordinances. Payson already has the legal authority to address these properties. The real problem is enforcement, and enforcement is the direct responsibility of the Town Manager, the Mayor, and the Town Council. Choosing not to act is still a decision—and it’s one that harms property values, drives away tourists, and tells residents that the rules are optional.

If residents want real change, posting online isn’t enough. People need to show up at Town Council meetings and use the “Call to the Public” portion of the agenda. That is where citizens are guaranteed the right to speak, be heard on the record, and put elected officials on notice.

One person can be ignored. A room full of residents, all asking the same question—why aren’t the ordinances being enforced?—cannot be.

If Payson truly wants to be clean, attractive, and welcoming, then its leadership must move beyond words and take visible action. Volunteer cleanups help, but they cannot substitute for governance.

Show up. Speak up. Use Call to the Public. Demand enforcement, timelines, and accountability.
That’s how Payson gets clean—for real.

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The High School Bully works for ICE

Some people never reach a mature mental age. They grow older, but they do not grow up. They remain trapped in a world of macho fantasy, where dominance substitutes for intelligence and force replaces thought. To them, every problem looks like a nail, and the only tool worth respecting is a bigger hammer—or a gun.

Donald Trump is one of these people, and the culture he has empowered reflects his arrested development. His ICE agents are not an accident; they are a product. Who else would willingly harass, intimidate, and brutalize innocent people while claiming they are “just doing their job”? You already know the answer. You know the type.

We see them locally, too. At the recent Democratic protest in Payson, they announced themselves in predictable ways—rolling coal in their trucks, flipping the bird, sneering as they passed. No arguments. No ideas. Just reflexive hostility. This is not political disagreement; it is emotional immaturity on display.

Who are these mental midgets? You guessed it. They are the high-school failures who never learned to read critically and discovered early on that thinking is hard work. They are the bullies—and the bullies’ henchmen—who learned that intimidation feels easier than understanding. When confronted with complexity, history, or empathy, they respond with rage, mockery, or violence.

This is not merely a Trump problem. It is an American failure. It is the failure to educate for citizenship rather than obedience, for reasoning rather than reflex, for empathy rather than dominance. When a society stops valuing thought, it starts celebrating cruelty. When ignorance is rewarded with power, brutality soon follows.

We are now living with the consequences. A nation led by emotional adolescents will behave like one—lashing out, blaming others, and confusing aggression with strength. Until we confront this cultural and educational collapse, the bullies will keep marching, convinced that their immaturity is patriotism and their cruelty is courage.

The rest of us know better. And knowing better means refusing to normalize this behavior, refusing to excuse it, and refusing to surrender our democracy to people who never learned how to grow up.

Trump's Epstein Phone Call - The Recording That Ended Everything

Once Again

Once again the sun has come up in Payson. Yesterday 78 people stood on Highway 87 to protest Trump's thugs shooting people in the face. Yes, there are good people in Payson, but too many don't have the courage to stand up against the dictator.  

Of course the local Hoopleheads always attack with their smoke dog wagons. The smoke dogs like you see in the picture above take great pride in displaying their immaturity, and stupidity. The Payson Police have been pretty good about ticketing the smoke dogs. Trump has his thugs shoot a woman in the face and it just does not register with his cult. Trump lies about it so quickly it is astounding. Worse yet Vance chimes in calling the woman a terrorist. Of course Christie Nome lies about it also. All have the high school mentality of the smoke dog in the picture. 

WHAT does it take?

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What Does It Take?

What does it take to awaken basic morality?

History keeps asking the same question, and humanity keeps answering it too late. The Germans slept while millions of innocent people were marched to their deaths. Americans took years—far too many—to wake up to the lies and slaughter of Vietnam. Slavery did not end because conscience suddenly appeared; it ended only after oceans of suffering and blood. Progress, it seems, is always dragged forward kicking and screaming.

So what does it take?

Today, we are watching the same paralysis unfold. Donald Trump has built a modern dictatorship in plain sight, surrounded by lickspittles who mistake loyalty for virtue and cruelty for strength. Institutions bend. Truth dissolves. The rule of law becomes a suggestion rather than a foundation.

What does it take?

When Trump’s thugs shoot a woman in the face and excuses rush in faster than accountability, what does it take? When lies are documented, replayed, and then repeated without shame, what does it take? When power is used not to protect the public but to intimidate it, what does it take?

History tells us the answer is never “one outrage.” It is never the first crime, or the second, or the tenth. It is always after the damage is undeniable—after the bodies, after the ruin, after the moral collapse is complete.

The real question is not whether Americans will wake up.

The question is whether they will do so before history adds another chapter explaining how ordinary people watched, waited, and asked—again and again—what does it take?

What do Americans want?

What the Republicans Know (and Democrats Pretend Not to)

Years ago, while traveling with singer Pat Boone and former White House counsel John Dean, Earl Butz was asked why the Republican Party had such trouble attracting Black voters. His answer—later reported by John Dean in Rolling Stone and confirmed by New Times—was as crude as it was revealing:

“I’ll tell you what the coloreds want. It’s three things: first, a tight pussy; second, loose shoes; and third, a warm place to shit.”

It’s an ugly quote. Racist. Dehumanizing. And yet, it has always intrigued  me —not because it’s true, but because it exposes how Republicans actually think about voters. Strip away the slur and the obscenity, and what remains is the Republican worldview: people are simple creatures, easily managed, easily distracted, and satisfied with comfort, stimulation, and a place to sit quietly while power does what it wants.

That formula didn’t stop with race. Republicans applied it to everyone.

Give Americans a big TV, a six-pack, a fishing boat, and a pickup truck to pull it. Keep gas cheap enough, beer cold enough, and football loud enough, and they won’t notice the house next door is on fire. They won’t care if democracy is collapsing, wages are flat, healthcare is unaffordable, or their kids can’t buy homes. As long as their porch is intact, reality can burn.

Republicans understand this at a molecular level. They know exactly how many Hoopleheads there are, and they know how to talk to them. You sell fear. You sell guns. You sell grievance and conspiracy. You tell a MAGA voter that if they’re busted flat, it’s someone else’s fault—immigrants, liberals, trans kids, city people, professors, journalists, Democrats, anyone but the billionaire picking their pocket.

You sell them a cartoon version of themselves: rugged, wronged, and secretly powerful. A he-man myth where complexity is weakness and thinking is suspect.

Democrats, on the other hand, keep acting shocked—shocked!—by how many people fall for this. They talk policy to people who’ve been trained to distrust thinking. They talk democracy as an abstraction while Republicans tie identity to lifestyle, resentment, and tribe.

Democrats need to figure out how to explain democracy in terms that land. Maybe democracy needs to be tied to fishing: clean water, public land, access that doesn’t get sold off to the highest bidder. Maybe it needs to be tied to the pickup truck itself—roads that aren’t crumbling, wages that actually pay for repairs, healthcare that keeps you on the job instead of bankrupt.

Because Republicans already know the game. They’ve been playing it for decades. They don’t respect voters—but they understand them.

And until Democrats accept that reality, they’ll keep losing to people who are very comfortable selling a six-pack while the country burns.

Trump and his bullies

Government by Bully

The high-school bully is now president, and he has surrounded himself with the same type of people who once lurked in hallways looking for someone weaker to push around. Not thinkers. Not leaders. Enforcers. Sycophants. Brainless bullies whose only qualification is loyalty to power.

Trump does not read. He does not reflect. But he lies effortlessly—and with no shame at all. When caught in a lie, he doesn’t correct it or explain it. He simply ignores reality and moves on to the next one. Truth, in this administration, is not a constraint; it is an inconvenience.

In the Oval Office, Trump watched video evidence contradicting his own claims—footage showing that one of his armed henchmen shot a woman in the face under circumstances Trump had publicly misrepresented. The facts were undeniable. The evidence was right there. Even reporters from The New York Times witnessed it. Yet rather than acknowledge the truth, Trump simply turned the page and lied again.

This is not incompetence. It is a philosophy.

“Might makes right” is no longer a slogan whispered by authoritarians—it is the operating principle of the federal government. Thugs occupy positions of authority. Intimidation replaces judgment. Loyalty replaces competence. The people empowered to act are not those with restraint or intelligence, but those most willing to carry out cruelty without hesitation.

Nowhere is this clearer than in agencies like ICE, which have become gathering points for the worst kind of small-minded tough guys—the same ones who had no brains in high school but desperately wanted to feel powerful. Given uniforms, weapons, and political cover, they are unleashed to do what bullies have always done: dominate, dehumanize, and harm—while insisting they are just “doing their job.”

This is what happens when a bully rises to the top. He does not govern; he recruits. And he chooses people who think like he does—people who confuse strength with brutality, authority with fear, and leadership with cruelty.

That is not law and order.
That is rule by intimidation.

Rent just went up

Welcome to the Dictatorship. Please Mind the Rug.

We now live in a full-blown dictatorship.
And the most disturbing part isn’t the dictator—it’s the shrug.

Who cares?
Kadizzle has a new pair of shoes. There’s food in the fridge. A warm place to sit and scroll. So let Trump have a ballroom. If he wants Greenland, hell, throw that in too. Democracy is toast, but the Wi-Fi still works, and that seems to be the line most people refuse to cross.

This is how democracies actually die—not with tanks in the streets, but with indifference wrapped in comfort. People don’t wake up one morning and choose authoritarianism. They simply decide that resistance is inconvenient. That outrage is exhausting. That as long as their personal bubble remains intact, the larger collapse can be outsourced to someone else.

We were told—over and over—that the rich would take care of us. That wealth would trickle down. That markets would self-correct. That billionaires were job creators, not hoarders. Now the illusion is complete: the rich don’t just run the economy, they own the country. And the rest of us? We pay rent to exist in it.

Higher rents. Higher healthcare costs. Higher tuition. Higher debt.
Lower wages. Lower expectations. Lower standards for truth, law, and accountability.

What we are watching is not governance—it’s asset stripping. The country is being managed like a leveraged buyout: loot what you can, discard what doesn’t produce profit, and silence anyone who points out the theft. Courts become tools. Laws become suggestions. Loyalty replaces competence. And elections become theater.

Still, many people say, “I’m doing okay.”
That’s the anesthetic. Comfort dulls moral urgency. As long as the suffering happens somewhere else—to migrants, to protesters, to journalists, to the poor—it’s easy to look away. Until, of course, it isn’t.

History is very clear on this point: authoritarianism does not stop once it secures power. It expands. It consumes. It eventually knocks on doors that once felt safely removed from the chaos. By then, outrage is labeled extremism, and dissent is treated as betrayal.

Democracy didn’t fail because people hated it.
It failed because too many people decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.

So enjoy the new shoes. Enjoy the warmth. Enjoy the distractions.
Just understand the trade you’re making.

You’re not a citizen anymore—you’re a tenant.
And the rent is rising.

The rich are winning

 The supreme court has ruled 70% in favor of the rich. You need know anything more. Trump is the pig shoveling food to the other pigs, and MAGA plays the role of the dupe club. MAGA dolts supporting the king is insane. 

Our Hitler

Trump has pulled a Hitler. If you want some oil, just take it. Justification doesn't matter. Trump has set us back to World War II dynamics. What next? 

2026 Feed the Rich, Starve the poor, Trump style

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2026: What Will Trump Break Next?

As we look toward 2026, a question presses itself forward with uncomfortable urgency: what will Donald Trump destroy next? It is no longer hyperbole to ask whether he could mishandle even the simplest responsibility. The evidence of his conduct—financial, political, and moral—has become overwhelming.

The steady drip of revelations about Trump’s enrichment schemes, foreign money, influence peddling, and shameless self-dealing would have ended the career of any public figure in a functioning democracy. The scale of the corruption is staggering. And yet, his followers avert their eyes, excuse the behavior, or insist it is all fabricated. Moral exhaustion has become a political strategy.

This isn’t merely about character. It is about consequences.

Trump’s looming “revenge presidency” threatens to detonate the fragile economic stability of the coming years. By 2026, the bill for reckless tax cuts favoring the ultra-wealthy, ballooning deficits, trade wars, and attacks on regulatory institutions will come due. Slashing revenues while exploding spending is not economic populism—it is sabotage. Markets respond poorly to chaos, and Trump thrives on chaos. Investor confidence, international trust in U.S. institutions, and the value of the dollar itself are all at risk under a leader who governs by grievance rather than competence.

Public goods are already collateral damage. Funding for public lands, conservation, and volunteer-driven stewardship has been steadily eroded. Programs that once relied on skilled, experienced volunteers—trail crews, forest restoration teams, and local conservation partnerships—are quietly disappearing. People age out, burn out, or simply give up when the federal government signals that public lands are expendable. What took generations to build can be undone in a single administration that views anything not monetized as worthless.

The human cost is easy to miss unless you’ve lived it. Recently, old friends from trail crew days spent the night with us. We shared stories, memories, and watched a beautiful fireworks display from our home—perfectly positioned to take it all in. It was a reminder of what community once looked like. Yet every one of those volunteers has reached the same conclusion: the era of meaningful support for public service has ended. That loss is not accidental. It is policy.

Trump’s vision of governance serves only the wealthy, the connected, and the vindictive. It strips value from institutions that bind us together—public lands, public trust, and public truth—while concentrating power and wealth upward. By 2026, the economic damage will not be theoretical. It will be felt in weakened infrastructure, higher household costs, reduced global standing, and the quiet disappearance of civic life.

A nation cannot be run as a grift. A democracy cannot survive on loyalty tests and denial. And an economy cannot thrive when its leader treats corruption as a business model.

History will not be kind—but by then, the damage may already be done.