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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. ...

Sunday, January 11, 2026

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?



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?

Saturday, January 10, 2026

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.

Friday, January 9, 2026

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.

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

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.

Monday, January 5, 2026

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. 

Sunday, January 4, 2026

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? 

Thursday, January 1, 2026

2026 Feed the Rich, Starve the poor, Trump style



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.

Sunday, December 28, 2025

You Unload


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

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

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

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

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

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

Faith without integrity is just noise.

Kadizzle



Saturday, December 27, 2025

Are we nearing the end of the Trump dictatorship

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, December 26, 2025

A Good neighbor passed away

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

Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Coffee Time

A Typical Morning in the Age of American Madness

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because the fog is thick, and time is short.

Friday, December 19, 2025

Tax the Rich

The Great Tax Illusion

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is how oligarchy survives.

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

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

Tax the rich.

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

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

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

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

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Young people don't have time to pay attention

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

Friday, December 12, 2025

The Payson Tea Party

What Is a Group, Really?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday, December 11, 2025

Stooge Circus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Wednesday, December 10, 2025

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

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

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

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


What in the Heck Is a Tontine?

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

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

  • That money gets invested.

  • Everyone splits the yearly interest.

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

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

  • The very last person alive gets everything.

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

So naturally, Kadizzle thought: We can fix this.


The Donuts with Democrats Tontine (No Assassins Allowed)

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

  • We recruit 26 brave donut patriots.

  • Each person throws in $100.

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

  • The money sits in an interest-earning account.

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

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

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

  • Every member’s name goes into a jar.

  • At each meeting, one name is drawn.

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

  • They stop receiving future interest shares.

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


The Funeral (With the Corpse in the Audience)

At the next Donuts meeting:

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

  • A formal funeral is held.

  • Someone delivers a eulogy listing:

    • Their good deeds

    • Their bad political opinions

    • And at least one mildly embarrassing personal fact

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

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


The Final Survivor (May God Have Mercy)

Eventually, only one symbolic survivor remains. This person:

  • Becomes the Last Donut Standing

  • Is crowned Keeper of the Financial Flame

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

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

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

And here’s the beautiful part:

  • Everyone gets some money back from interest during the process

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

  • Everyone gets donuts

  • Everyone gets coffee

  • Everyone gets publicly eulogized while still alive

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


Example Numbers (Because Even a Donut Cult Needs Math)

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

  • If the account earns 5% per year:

    • $2,600 × 5% = $130 per year

  • Over two years:

    • About $260 in total interest

  • That interest:

    • Offsets what each person originally paid

    • Helps buy donuts and supplies

  • Donuts with Democrats still keeps:

    • The full $2,600

    • Plus the interest earned along the way



Monday, December 8, 2025

Act like nothings wrong

Act Like Nothing’s Wrong

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

How do they do it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But denial has consequences.

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

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

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

And reckoning does not care how long we pretended.



Sunday, December 7, 2025

A new low for the Trump dictatorship

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