Your busted flat

The Mind of a Hooplehead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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America Is Great Again — Just Ask the Hoopleheads

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

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

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

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

• We believe duct tape is a municipal strategy.

• We think ignorance is patriotism.

• We call facts “fake news.”

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

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

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

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

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Grandpa's Golden Girl

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

Maybe your an idiot

A typical Trumper displaying the Trump mentality. 

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

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

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

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

Here’s the simple test for idiocy:

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

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

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

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Protest the biggest ever in Payson.

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

This is the MAGA mindset

 

Corrupt and crooked beyond belief

Trump’s Brotherhood of Corruption

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Mike Fox, Payson

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