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.