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I thought that on this first day of year 2007 I would lay bare one of the cheapest
gasoline locations in the town of Phoenix, that of the Circle K on the northwest
corner of 19th Avenue and Deer Valley Road.
Now that the Democrats are firmly in control, I'm certain that gasoline prices will
drop back to $1.00 per gallon, Muslim terrorists will find the prayer rug out on
the Capitol lawn and unemployment will drop from 4.5% to 0.00%.
Gape at this horrendously awful pedestrian bridge over the I-17 in downtown Phoenix,
Arizona. No doubt its design and color scheme were approved after consultation with the hundreds of Illegal
Alien-non-citizen-non-taxpayers who might use it yearly. It was most likely erected (at a cost of
approximately $1,500,000 = 300,000,000 pesos or 1,200 pounds of marijuana) because our migrants are so unbelievably ignorant of a civilized world, i.e., one with vehicles that can exceed 40mph, that they were crossing the freeway at this point, as would rabbits, snakes or tarantulas and getting crushed as would rabbits, snakes and tarantulas who also, coincidentally, speak as much English as our misogynistic, patriarchal, and quite often dangerous, visitor's from the south do.
Here's a vehicle you don't see everyday. As a reminder to our Mecca-leaning residents,
we need one parked in front of every single
Saudi-sponsored Wahabbi mosque in America ... mounted with a twin .50 Caliber machine gun.
Here's something you don't see everyday: a planet hating conservative driving an
electric car. Come to think of it, I haven't seen but a few of these Honda Insight's
lately. They are motivated by electricity generated by coal-burning power plants
located upwind from the Grand Canyon in northern Arizona. Go figure.
How much fun is living in the actual Town of Paradise Valley with 'illegals' from
all nations and home-grown American White Trash? On New Year Year's Eve I arrived
home at 6:30am and was greeted by these accoutrements of crime a mere
thirty feet from my apartment door: A jug of the cheapest malt liquor outside
of an Arkansas still and a steak knife. Wonderful.
East bound on Shea Boulevard the other morning I spotted this fine example of
your typical Illegal Alien vehicle. Naturally it was proceeding at a speed
far above the limit. Notice the fine rear tire, the body being sprung above
the rear door, the custom paint and the most likely stolen plate.
Tell, me Senator McCain, President Bush and Governor Nappy: are
Illegals made legal going to magically be able to afford auto insurance, license
tags, and autos that a Cuban wouldn't be ashamed
to be seen in?
In heavy traffic I watched as the brown van (under red dot) swerved in and out of the solid line
of vehicles only to end up in the 'wrong' lane and intent on squeezing into the right lane. Judging
from the year and the color of the van, I'd bet a pallet of tortillas it was one of our 50,000
Illegal Alien drivers who clog up every single road in The Valley of the Sun. If they're not
fouling up the driving lanes, they are either in an accident, or have simply walked away from
a non-operating vehicle left it on the side of the road for the taxpayer funded tow truck to
At my Albertson's grocery store (which I prefer to the monster-sized Fry's across the street, packed with surly Union check-out clerks assisted by the nicest Down's Syndrome baggers and surrounded by a Cardinal stadium-sized parking lot) I spied this Escalade EXT whose bed was populated by seven canines with another pair inside the cab. These critters are so well trained, the owner, looking like a WWF wrestler, can leave them out front for other customers to ponder and pet, while he wanders the compact aisles of Henry Guest's store.
How bad is Illegal-Alien-generated crime in southeast Phoenix, Arizona? (think 40th Street
and Baseline Road). It is so bad in this, the nation's fifth largest town, that the City of Phoenix doesn't bother replacing stop signs because they will soon be tagged over again with gang territory spray-painting.
You'll note the picture is a little blurry and that is because I did not want to stop and be
beaten for the crimes of being 'White' and a citizen.