A happy conclusion

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Old Kadizzle was puffing his way up the little hill by the golf course on his bike when a woman waved him down, motioning for him to come over. At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes — it was the woman who used to live under a tree down by the creek.

Only this time, she was hardly recognizable. Gone was the frail, weary forest dweller. Before him stood someone vibrant, healthy, and full of life. A year or two back, Kadizzle had tried to help her in small ways — bringing her water, offering her chances to earn a little money. In that moment by the road, she reminded him of that, saying he had been the only one who helped her without expecting anything in return, without attaching sexual strings.

For a long time, Kadizzle had feared the worst. He thought perhaps she had died, or worse yet, been harmed and left hidden in the brush. Oddly enough, she had been told he was dead. Yet here they both were, very much alive, crossing paths once again.

And this time, the story had a happy turn. She told him she now had steady work, a place to live she could afford, and had reconnected with her family. The woman once lost to the woods had found her footing again.

What a pleasant surprise for the day — proof that even the most unexpected lives can turn a corner toward hope.

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Let them Rot

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Let Them Rot

Kadizzle might be undergoing a philosophical shift. Maybe it’s not worth fighting every battle with people who are determined to sink their own ship. Reading about China recently, a phrase jumped out: “Let them rot.” It stuck, because the same disease infects both China and the United States—old goats clinging to power, rotting the system from the inside out while pretending to be saviors.

In America, Trump is the perfect symbol of rot. A grifter turned idol, adored by his red-hatted followers who mistake his petty tyranny for strength. They cheer on a man who treats the country like a slot machine rigged in his favor. And when the greed machine finally blows up, as it inevitably will, why should the rest of us scramble to save it? Let it rot.

The red hats don’t read history. They don’t want to. They’d rather imagine a big gun solves every problem, as if violence has ever delivered wisdom or justice. Meanwhile, the Red Hats at the top rob the Red Hats at the bottom, and the peasant Red Hats applaud while being fleeced. It’s the same old story: power preying on ignorance, and ignorance mistaking it for glory.

Trump dangles promises like candy—each MAGA dolt gets a winning lottery ticket, a golden future just around the corner. They swallow his lies like cheesecake, fattening themselves on delusion. To them, a mentally unstable president tearing the country apart is no tragedy; it’s entertainment. Politics has become fake wrestling, with Trump as the swaggering showman, slamming opponents on a padded stage while the crowd roars, blind to the fraud.

And so maybe the answer is this: don’t waste breath trying to save them. Don’t chase after people who love the chains they’re in. Let them rot. History will do the job we can’t.

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I’ve decided it’s time to give this blog some energy and purpose. To do that, I’d like to invite people to join this effort. There are no dues, no strings attached—just a commitment to caring about others. At the start, it may only be a handful of us, but every change begins with a small group willing to speak up and share ideas.

Lately, I’ve realized that much of traditional social media has become toxic. My own experience of getting pulled into MAGA arguments felt like a trap, one that was tough to climb out of. At some point, I may share that story in full. For now, though, I want to focus on what this blog can be.

This is not meant to be a narrow project. The issues we face—whether hunger, housing, democracy, or human dignity—aren’t confined by region, religion, or ideology. The goal is simple: to make life better for people. That can happen in countless ways—through voting, speaking out at public meetings, marching in the streets, supporting food programs, fighting for housing justice, or just sharing ideas that might spark action.

This space is meant to be a forum where we can ask hard questions, offer solutions, and inspire each other. I believe humanity thrives when we share, cooperate, and care. Some may call that socialism; I call it common sense.

Most importantly, I want your input. Comment, contribute, or even submit a post of your own. Hopefully this will be a place where censorship won’t be necessary—just open conversation and a focus on making life better for all.

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Democracy on Trial: Rusty Bowers (interview) | FRONTLINE

This is a must watch. If you can get a cult member to watch it, it will bust the cult member out. My wife, and I could not stop watching. Excellent. This is like weed killer for Republicans.