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The MW Review of Books is where I issue eloquent and frank book reviews the everyday reader can comprehend and use as a factor as to whether to purchase the book or not. Go figure, a book reviewer you can believe.
In the fifth largest city in America, what you want to do is to drive your thirty year old P.O.S. Chevy truck
out on the freeways during rush hour so that you can back up thousands of drivers when it craps out on the four-into-one uphill merge lane. Don't people have any brains at all?
Scottsdale, in the midst of the Sonoran Desert is clouded over in the hopes of the first measurable rain in one hundred and forty-one days. While water did fall from the sky, since it did not drip into the rain gauges twenty-five miles to the south at the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport we move on to day one hundred forty-two without measurable precipitation.
Here you can see a Chinese Communist red cardinal instructing proletariat working quails and
doves to collect seeds for him.
This page will never be seen in Mainline China. Thanks to the "Do No Evil" Google-boys. Of course, if doing evil will keep Google in the Chinese market, that's okay. Because it's okay to make money from individuals enslaved by a Marxist regime only if you are a liberal. It is also just fine and dandy for Larry Page and Sergey Brin to show their dimwit worshipers how they are saving the environment by simply driving a Prius. Yet while in the Arizona desert near Tucson, a
Boeing 767 is being transformed to luxuriously seat ten versus the three hundred people like you and me that it usually packs in. What kind of milage does a 767 get? About four hundred gallons per hour. In other words, as is typical, these 'Save-the-Environment' liberals have one face for their idiotic sycophants and another face for their fellow billionaires. In this case their 'billionaire-face' consumes more fuel in one hour than does Mr.Wonderful's Hyundai during almost 11,000 miles of driving. I remember the founder of Wal*Mart, Sam Walton, who, comfortable in his own manhood, regularly drove around in a twenty year old Chevrolet pickup. Sadly, it probably produced more emissions than a 2005 Prius ... so that, makes him evil. Even in death.
Friday evening, after one hundred and forty-three days without measurable precipitation
in the Valley of Sun, rain (and thick snow, no doubt due to global warming )
finally descended. In this photo, taken from Anthem Country Club north of Phoenix,
the actual 'Valley of the Sun' begins on the far side of the mountains and extends thirty
Sunday afternoon, while merging from the north bound 51 to the west bound
101, I was greeted with this beautiful and breathtaking view of the snow covered
mountains north of Phoenix. I have lived here since 1951 and have never seen this
before. Damned 'global warming'.
While sitting on my crapper a few days ago, I first saw this vehicle, inside the pages of my Popular Mechanics magazine. It is a 2007 Toyota FJ Cruiser. It's both retro and new and looks even sexier in person. If it weren't for stubbornly high gasoline prices, I would consider buying one of these beauties. Note the
State of Michigan plate on this Japanese automobile.
Your Mr.Wonderful has a pretty sad life when an out-of-state visitor drags a nicer
vehicle behind his million dollar motor home than what I own. In any other country in
the world, the pilot of this stainless steel bus would be a member of government or
royalty or both. While in America he could be someone who figured out a better way
to recycle pallets.
I've seen Volvo trucks, cars and butt-ugly SUVs, but I had never seen a Volvo
'Bobcat-type' tractor before. This would make a fine addition to the driveway of
any north Scottsdale resident. There is no doubt that this is the safest Volvo
Here we see two motorcyclists properly outfitted riding a proper motorcycle. Properly
outfitted because they both are wearing full coverage helmets, form-fitting leather
jackets, and boots; although, the denim pants would not provide much protection in
a lay down. A 'proper motorcycle' in that it weighs less than a
1970s Honda Civic,
makes less racket than a pregnant cement mixer crawling up a 14% grade, and can be leaned
over so far while making a corner, that the footpegs throw off sparks like a POS Harley
dragging a tailpipe with a broken weld down a glass smooth, arrow-straight freeway. Oddly
enough, behind them is the building which houses Dr. Bruce, my excellent D.O.
At the Sam's Club in north Scottsdale I noticed this Audi TT whose color was
just a little too close to the industrial 'warning' yellow paint used on the post
it sits behind. I went inside and purchased a 144 unit package of 9-volt batteries,
a block of Colby cheese the size of a living room couch, a fish-tank sized
bottle of Jose Cuervo and a frozen box of Jimmy Dean egg & sausage biscuits that would
feed a convoy of truck drivers for a week. All for $167.37. God bless Sam Walton.
At my 2200 hour shift change, while driving home I pulled up behind this Town of Paradise Valley
police car. They've gone back to the traditional black and white color scheme for their vehicles.
Although I doubt this particular Dodge Intrepid could catch a fleeing felon behind the wheel of
a sparking Prius, it still looks cool.