Sitting in front of the people attending a town council meeting, there is Steve Otto praising the town library. Steve's buddy and fellow Tea Party stooge sits two seats away. Jim Ferris tried to cut off funding for the very library Otto is praising because Jim Ferris claimed the library promoted pornography. The same stooges railed against the one percent sales tax, now the stooges relish spending the tax they were going to repeal. Hypocrisy is their stock in trade. It is time to replace the Tea Party Stooges with caring people who want Payson to go forward. 

Why have a shit hole?

 The Hoopleheads love a little trash in the yard, maybe even a junked car. Do the Three Stooges care, Otto, Bell, and Ferris? The simple answer is no. The Stooges know the Hooples go to the Tea Party and vote for the Stooges. As a stooge the last thing you want to do is offend the Hoopleheads. Everything is in place to clean up the town, but it ain't happenin. Some people find comfort in squaller, and the Stooges are here to help. Trump has made a stooge mess of the Whitehouse, with his fake gold everywhere. The little Trumpers in Payson are of the same mindset. 

What would an idiots convention look like?

The curse of Payson has been the Tea Party. Imagine a group of people who get their news from Fox News. Imagine a group of people who gather to hear lies and conspiracy theories. Who would this group of busted flat losers want to represent them. Well here is there choice. 

If the normal people of Payson don't awaken, this is what they will have for representation. Mayor Otto is on the left. He is a liar, plain and simple. Next is Jim Ferris, a man who claimed the library should not be funded because it advocates pornography. The tow goofs on the right are duplicates of the two on the left. God help us if these guys get elected. 
 

You get what you pay for

 

Complaining about taxes has become something of a national pastime, and Payson is no exception. But before we work ourselves into a frenzy, it’s worth looking at the facts: by global standards, Americans are actually lightly taxed.

According to data from the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development, total tax revenue in the United States amounts to about 26–27% of GDP. Compare that to countries often held up as models of quality of life—France (around 45%), Germany (about 38–40%), and Sweden (over 40%). Even middle-tier European nations routinely collect far more in taxes than we do.

And what do those higher taxes buy? On average, Europeans live longer, enjoy universal health care, face dramatically lower rates of gun violence, and report higher levels of life satisfaction. The United States, despite its wealth, ranks behind many of these countries in life expectancy, infant mortality, and overall happiness.

We like to think we’re getting a bargain—but in many ways, we’re getting what we pay for. Lower taxes may feel good in the short term, but they come with trade-offs: underfunded schools, uneven health care access, and social systems that leave too many people behind.

The truth is simple: societies that invest more in themselves tend to produce better outcomes for their citizens. If we want world-class results, we may have to accept that they come with a price tag.

You get what you pay for.

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A different world.

Mr. and Mrs. Kadizzle are visiting our daughter and grandchildren in New York. We are in a part of the world were poverty is not permitted. The minimum lot size is three acres. Many people here die from acute prosperity. If you have the illusion we live in a classless society, we got bad news for you. 

Yesterday we visited West Point and spent time in a military museum there. Seeing the history of how humans have slaughtered each other from the beginning of time was a bit unnerving. 

The grandchildren are a lot of fun and growing at an amazing pace. Megan is in the perfect place for her business which is interior design. Sam works with computer software. Both work from home so having our interruption is a problem.

The grandchildren live a charmed life, with every toy, dance lessons, gym lessons, and instant gratification too many times. It all works out well in the end. Putting effort into children generally pays off it is done well. 

Although both of us grew up in the East, we would never move back. The weather, the crowded conditions, are just not worth it. The terrain in the West differs every mile. Here from Florida to Main it is all about the same. 

Yesterday Kadizzle met a person who lives in the East and has never been west. These people who have no desire to see the rest of the world are amazing. 

How much has Trump stolen

How Much Has Trump Enriched Himself?

When Donald Trump returned to the presidency in 2025, he didn’t just bring his politics back to Washington—he brought his business model with him.

And business has been very, very good.

Let’s cut through the noise and look at reality. Conservative estimates suggest Trump and his family have enriched themselves by $3 billion to $5 billion since taking office. That number isn’t pulled out of thin air—it comes from publicly reported income, asset growth, and the explosion of Trump-linked ventures.

Start with the easy money: hundreds of millions in income from crypto projects, licensing deals, and branded ventures. These are cash streams—real money flowing in.

Then comes the bigger story: asset inflation. When your name is tied to a presidency, everything you touch suddenly gets more valuable. Crypto coins branded with Trump’s image surge. Business ventures tied to the family skyrocket. Companies connected to the Trump orbit don’t just grow—they balloon.

His sons, Donald Trump Jr. and Eric Trump, have stakes in ventures now valued in the billions. Whether every dollar is liquid or not doesn’t matter—the wealth is real, and it was created while their father holds the most powerful office in the world.

This isn’t normal.

Presidents used to divest. They used to step away. At the very least, they tried to avoid even the appearance of using the office for personal gain. That guardrail is gone.

What we’re seeing now is something different: the presidency as a wealth engine.

And here’s the part that should bother people regardless of politics—this kind of enrichment doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It depends on access, influence, and perception. When the line between public office and private profit disappears, trust disappears with it.

Support Trump or oppose him, that’s your call. But the numbers tell a story that’s hard to ignore:

The presidency is no longer just a seat of power—it has become a tool for massive personal enrichment.

And once that door is opened, it doesn’t easily close.

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The Hoopleheads mastery of English

 

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Big ideas and complex thinking don’t get much traction in the Hooplehead world. Trump understands that. He speaks their language—short, simple, and heavy on cheerleader slogans. That’s the connection.

What stands out in most Hooplehead messaging is the absence of any real train of thought. The ideas are brief, often just a handful of words, and rarely build into anything meaningful. Reading has never been a strong suit, and Trump himself seems cut from the same cloth. Books contain an inconvenient ingredient—facts—and facts tend to disrupt the narrative.

Instead, the Hooplehead vocabulary leans on hollow labels and easy insults. Once they latch onto a catchy phrase, they treat it like a revelation. “Trump Derangement Syndrome” is a perfect example—repeated endlessly, rarely examined, and almost always misunderstood.

The formula is simple: keep it short, keep it loud, and don’t let facts get in the way. It’s a strategy that works, and outlets like Fox News have mastered how to package and deliver it.

Trump's Speech

 

We have the biggest, the best—things no one has ever seen before. That’s the constant refrain. Listening to Donald Trump speak isn’t inspiring—it’s exhausting. The exaggeration, the cartoon logic, the endless self-praise—it all feels less like leadership and more like a performance stuck on repeat.

History won’t be kind to this moment. Trump will likely end up in textbooks not as a model of leadership, but as a case study in what happens when ego overtakes judgment. The question is no longer what he says—it’s why anyone still believes it.

The damage isn’t abstract. It’s economic instability, environmental neglect, and strained relationships with allies around the world. Untangling it won’t be quick or easy. It will take years to repair what has been weakened.

And yet, somehow, the illusion persists.

At some point, reality has to break through the noise. Because leadership isn’t about being the loudest voice in the room—it’s about being the most responsible one.

What's the problem?

Of the Rich, For the Rich, By the Rich: The New American Normal

There are an estimated 902 billionaires in the United States. That’s 0.0002% of the population—a statistical rounding error that somehow owns a nation.

While the rich have always managed to get richer, things took a dramatic leap after the Republican tax cuts. Analysis shows that the net worth of people who were already billionaires grew by 49% in just eight years. That wasn’t because they suddenly worked harder. That wasn’t because they invented anything new. It was a direct result of policy engineered to funnel wealth upward at warp speed.

And here’s the punchline:
If you’re a poor billionaire—someone scraping by with “just” $1,000,000,000—you would need to survive on about $40 million a year if you limited yourself to a humble 4% withdrawal rate. Imagine the struggle. Imagine the sacrifice. Somehow, against all odds, they endure.

Of course, most billionaires have more than one billion. Many have dozens of them.
They seem to muddle through.

The Numbers That Should Start a Revolution

• 902 people

• owning 32% of all wealth in the United States

• while making up 0.0002% of the population

Republicans tell us this is “freedom” and “opportunity.”
Everyone else sees it for what it is: a gilded-age oligarchy wrapped in a flag and sold as patriotism.

Meanwhile, Back in Payson…

Take our own little experiment here in Payson.

We struggle for years to finance a simple community pool.
We argue, plead, tax, and bond ourselves into knots.
For 16,000 residents, paying for a pool will take two decades of scraping.

Yet one American billionaire—just one—could pay for the entire project with three months of passive income. That’s without touching the principal. Without noticing. Without even interrupting their third vacation home renovation.

But here we are, told that public amenities are “too expensive.”

And Then There’s Trump

While towns like Payson fight over modest civic improvements, Donald Trump has managed to amass $1.5 billion in a single year—almost entirely through influence selling, donor shakedowns, and plain old-fashioned grift.
The Republican Party doesn’t blink.
They applaud.
They call it “success.”

If a teacher found a way to make an extra $1,000, they’d be audited.
Trump hoovers up a billion and a half, and Republicans call it leadership.

The Bottom Line

America is now a country where:

• A tiny billionaire class owns a third of everything.

• Towns debate for decades over pools, parks, and playgrounds.

• Corruption is called “genius.”

• Inequality is a feature—not a bug.

• And the people cheering the loudest for this system are the ones most crushed by it.

But don’t worry:
Republicans assure us everything is fine.

The National Association will continue saying the quiet part out loud:
It’s not fine.
It’s a rigged system run by an elite who write the rules, buy the politicians, and expect the rest of us to thank them for the privilege of being fleeced.

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If you want, I can also produce a shorter version for Facebook, a punchier version for a Kadizzle blog post, or an extended version with sources and graphs.

How many pools

Trump’s New Playground Has Money for Downed Jets — But Payson Can’t Afford a Pool

Three military jets were accidentally shot down by Kuwait, collateral damage in what might as well be Donald Trump’s new global playground — a world where recklessness is policy and national security is treated like a live-action video game. Billions wasted, confusion everywhere, and the only thing consistent is that someone else pays the price.

But meanwhile, back in the real America — the one where actual human beings live — Payson can’t even afford a decent community pool.

Think about that contrast for a moment.

Washington burns money like fireworks, the ultra-rich glide through life on tax cuts and special favors, and last year 88 new billionaires were added to Trump’s collection of lickspittles, donors, and applause machines. They’re doing great — spectacular, actually. Their bank accounts got so fat they should be declared a national park.

But the kids in Payson?

They get potholes.
They get broken promises.
And if they want to cool off in the summer, they can go wading in a sinkhole on South Beeline.

This is the America we live in:

• Unlimited money to arm the sky like a casino slot machine.

• No money to give children a clean, safe place to swim.

• A booming billionaire class.

• Struggling towns being told to “tighten their belt” while the wealthy loosen theirs and buy another yacht.

The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity asks the obvious question:

How much longer will we tolerate a country where the rich get golden runways while small towns can’t even build a community pool?

America wasn’t supposed to be a theme park for billionaires. But somewhere along the way, we became a nation where jets can fall from the sky without consequence, yet a town full of working-class families can’t get a pool approved because “there’s no money.”

Let’s call it what it is:

Economic cruelty disguised as fiscal conservatism.
Government for the rich, subsidized by the rest.

If this is “great again,” I’d hate to see what “rock bottom” looks like.

The Crazy club

Shanika told me Shinney died. Who in the hell is Shinney. Back in the old days in Hazen, N.D. we used to meet on Wednesdays at the crazy club. A bunch of old people got together and bullshitted, and had a good time. Shinney ran a art shop for local artist. It was actually and old comfortable house set up as a business. So members of the crazy club just had a social hour or two. Shinney was always up on all the local gossip. Old people need to communicate. 

Now old Kadizzle is in Payson. There is no crazy club, but we do have Donuts with Democrats which is larger and similar. At donuts we just bitch about politics. On Thursdays we have board meetings, with the board. It is just three people enjoying a beer. 

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?