December 29th, 2002: "Hispanic's don't get Enough Media Coverage" !The other day, while driving to work in the frosty, predawn blackness alongside dozens of illegal Mexican aliens, I about choked on my sunflower seeds when the AM radio announced that some professor, undoubtedly of Latino heritage, made the claim that Hispanics weren't getting enough media air-time. What the hell does he mean? On any news day there are numerous instances of high school student's dying because of cars being driven recklessly by the children of illegal Mexican aliens.  There is the problem of 'random gunfire' every July 4th and January 1st, that has become an increasingly large concern as our population of illegal Mexican aliens has leaped upward. There is the spreading cancer of Arizona schools having one of the lowest graduation rates in the country due to our heavy population of the children of illegal aliens who refuse to learn English and the American culture and mores and drive out the children of American citizens of all races. There are the debates and endless news stories of armies of illegal Mexican aliens streaming across our borders and whether to encourage more illegal immigration by providing water and shade for these criminals. And we have the question of, since apparently our federal government is prospering from this unrestrained influx of 'cheap' illegal labor and future ignorant voters, whether it is within the boundaries of propriety for southern Arizona landowners, simply in an effort to defend their piece of the desert against this Latino locus plague, to take this Illegal Immigration Issue into their own hands via creation of armed citizen militias. Arizona is the car theft capital of the United States due to the theft rate empowered by illegal Mexican aliens simply stealing vehicles and driving them south across our border. Due to the fact that the day before illegal Mexican aliens were in the Sonoran desert wiping their ass with a bare hand and the next day they're handling hamburgers destined for the gullets of price-conscious American's, they are spreading disease from the kitchens and over the counters of many of our multi-national fast food corporations. There is the high rate of drug trafficking in Arizona which is populated by illegal Mexican aliens. There are numerous rapes and murders each month in the Valley of the Sun which can easily be tracked back to felony-minded Mexican aliens here illegally. There are home invasions hitting the news, of which, 100% are Hispanic crimes against Hispanic residents. There are the one, or two or more daily traffic accidents in which illegal Mexican aliens are witnessed dashing from the scene in their T.J. Maxx purchased Nike's. There are dozens of drownings each year of Hispanic children, due to the fact that their illegal Mexican alien mothers let them run wild in the barrio's, in our movie-houses and down the aisles of our grocery stores. But here's the rub proffesorio: our DeMedia, in an insane and senseless effort to cater to Arizona's festering, neighborhood destroying, hospital annihilating, EBT imbibing, illiterate,
illegal-alien, permanently-minimum-wage-earning Hispanic population, is 'backpaging' these stories where they won't be seen by most of our USA Today trained Arizona citizens, and/or being less than truthful when reporting these stories of Hispanic happenings by not inserting the phrase, "an illegal Mexican alien", after the name of each of these participants in the above happenings is mentioned on the air.
November 28th, 2002: Thanksgiving 2002 in America !
November 18th, 2002: Medicare Prescription Coverage Exposed !
October 26th, 2002: Watch as the DeMedia Covers for Islamic Killer!
October 24th, 2002: 'D.C. Sniper Picks off Lazy Reporters ! in California this week and leaves for her permanent job in Texas next week .) Mush-mouthed multi-millionaire Carefree, Arizona resident and long time television commentator, the retired Hugh Downs, like a true liberal (who has reaped his millions of dollars and old-age security from his centuries of hard work in these United States) now has the time to apologize to the world for us. 
Thank gawd! Hugh, who as it comes as no surprise, does not agree with the views of Phoenix ensconsed commentator, Paul Harvey, is out pushing his latest book, something about what 150 individuals think of America. During a radio interview yesterday afternoon on 1310 KXAM, listened to as your Mr.Wonderful was chugging over to his nearest Checker Auto to purchase five maroon colored bottles of 10/50 Vavoline® and a filter, so I could change the oil on my 108,000 mile pushing blue Mercury, Hugh was blowing the wealthy liberal wail about ". . . Europeans thinking a lot about something that rarely crosses an American's mind." Can you ponder on which piece of liberal drivel Mr. Downs is soon to urp up? It's the refrain about how American's comprise such a small percentage of the population of the peoples of the Earth, but yet ". . . we consume 25% of its resources." Bwaaa, bwaaa, bwaaa. Oh effing boo-hoo bud! Guess what? Every other political entity on this planet can and does do whatever, WHATEVER, they please, from selling Black slaves in the Sudan to forcing abortion on Chinese mothers to laughing at our Victorian morals as we impeach a President for having oral sex in the Oval Office. Every other nation does whatever they please, except succeed economically, because this would require their left-leaning (or Communist, or fascist) leaders and elites to forfeit their power to their fellow citizens. So what do they do instead? They point the finger at the United States of America! And spineless liberals (is that redundant?) like Mr.Downs, who would not be enjoying 1/200th of the success he's had if he lived in any other country on this orb, joins them! Bullshit! Remember this my foreign cousins, if it weren't for us evil and selfish Americans you'd all be speaking either German or Russian or Japanese.
October 2nd, 2002: Fast Blasts From MW's er, uh, Face
2) As my reader's know, my no-maintenance
Kinetico whole-house water conditioner broke down the other day. And now, the Wonderful household is getting uncut City of Phoenix water, which is being advertised as 'cleaner' than bottled water. That must be because the chlorine concentration is many times higher than my swimming pool. Whew! Damn, when I stand over my toilet to drain my radiator, I wear a pair of my old motorcycle goggles so as not to have my eyebrows melted off. However, it is beneficial that my too long and too numerous nose hairs are trimmed back by the chlorine fumes floating up from the bubbling ivory throne.
3) Am I the only one who imagines that the 'Janet Napolitano for Governor,' signs (the ones with the Arizona State Flag spread out like a rainbow) were purposely designed to emulate the homosexual-rights rainbow logo and also slyly indicate that Ms. Janet is a homosexual?
4) I just completed reading the classic tome, "The Dancing Wu Li Masters: An Overview of the New Physics" by Gary Zukav. This book (with the "Wu Li" being pronounced "Woolie") first published in 1979, has fairly easy to understand explanations of Quantum Physics. Although, throughout his writings, the author (shown on the back cover with the typical "Eastern Mystic's" way-too-wide, way-too-happy believer's smile) is pushing Buddhism harder than Mayor Rimsza is pushing for light-rail, overall it's a pretty good book that brings very complicated ideas involving traditional physics and quantum physics down to the level us, hateful, racist, lazy, and illiterate Christians can almost comprehend.
September 18th, 2002: Capital One Cons the Common Man
August 27, 2002: A Talk Radio Fixture Falls
August 15, 2002: " Wells Closer Bank® Reams MW with 3" Diameter Fees! "
July 17th, 2002: Mr.Wonderful Fails Urine Test !
July 16th, 2002: Dammit! Doesn't it Make you Fighting Mad ?!
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I'm grateful I can walk in public places and, for my own safety, be photographed and video taped, by various government and private entities. I'm glad I can feel secure from accidents because there are photo radar cameras on every intersection and a photo radar van on virtually any span of straight road. With thousands of other Constitutionally-ignorant motorist's, I'm more than happy to slog through sobriety checkpoints and I also foresee the day they will be used to snare evil cigarette smoker's, consumer's of high fat foods, and single-minded Christians and conservatives. I'm glad I can go to the airport and have my luggage searched to see if I've forgotten anything and be wanded so I can finally find that metal-backing that fell off my lapel stick-pin medal. At work, I'm glad I 'passed'
my employer's 'lie-detector' test without even having had the time to study. I'm glad that the FBI and the DPS researched my background to be certain I was qualified to stand and wave at people as they fly by in their three ton airtight automobiles and leather encrusted SUV's. I'm also thankful for the fact that my employer trusts me to show up for my urine/drug test within the allotted 24 hours, even though in my over half century of existence there is absolutely no record of any illegal drug use. I'm thankful that G.E.'s Mr. Welch is still able to receive the maximum monthly check from Social Security even though it is public knowledge he is worth well over $200 million. And that my dear friend Mr. G, with a net worth in the eight digits can still have Medicare pay for his $60,000 worth of heart surgery. I'm thankful knowing that government helicopters with 1500 power camera lenses and infrared devices can focus in on me and mine at any time of the day or night. And 
I'm happier than an eight-leggéd dog that due to actions by the Clinton administration, United Nations soldiers can be flown into Arizona in order to protect the Grand Canyon from me and other Arizonan's. In an effort to keep my colors bright and rich, I'm thankful my government is so concerned, that they make it impossible for me to use warm or hot water to rinse my clothes, even though I have the government promoted, zero energy consumption solar hot water heater. I'm grateful that our government schools pass out condoms and by doing so have drastically lowered the rate of STD's and teenage pregnancy. (The rates have been going down since the 1960s, haven't they?) Speaking of our public schools, I'm also thankful that they are focusing more and more on Amnesty International's fight with Sheriff Joe and the very important issue of homophobia and less on how great America was and is. I'm happy the schools are teaching from history books re-written to fit the correct liberal big-government viewpoint rather than uninteresting historical fact. Facts that, for the most part, claim that America was built by God-fearing evil Caucasian, and sometimes slave owning, white men. And I think it's good that the reading of great literature has been set aside in favor of reading from books written based on the sex or race or political vogue-ness of their author. I'm thankful that everywhere I look, the races are being separated out and the silly notion of just being an "American" (and proud of it) is being shelved. Yes, on this second Thanksgiving of the new millennium I have a lot to be thankful for all the things my government hasn't regulated, or confiscated or totally debased or erased . . . yet.
lagging a month late on most other bills, my fellow worker, while not living the life of Riley, but certainly driving a much newer vehicle than me, would benefit from any Medicare prescription drug coverage due to the taxes paid by millions of us who are not yet in our sixties. Think of it, why should someone, simply because they have reached the not so old age of sixty-five, be entitled to having younger taxpayer's pick up the tab for their medicines? Medicines that many need because they and they alone, ignoring the non-stop public health campaigns waged by both private and public concerns, have destroyed their bodies over the prior six decades? And, can you even imagine, for those without health insurance, what is going to happen to the price of prescriptions when millions of gomer's ("get out of my emergency room") are seen clutching wads of prescription writs and dropping them on the smooth white counters of the local Osco or Walgreen's facing a co-pay of only $20 or $40? For those of you unfamiliar with the law of supply and demand - which has made this country the economic powerhouse it is (as long as the government stays the hell out!) - I can tell you that the cost of prescription drugs will necessarily rocket through the roof like a Clinton member at the sight of a thong. This is because of two factors: Number one, no longer facing monthly costs of $80 to $240 tabs for their tabs, there will be a huge demand for prescribed drugs of all colors, flavors, and brands, whether efficacious or not, by our newly franchised seasoned citizens and their Mercedes driving doctors and Number two, the pharmacies and drug companies will make up whatever profits they 'forgo' (hah!) to meet Medicare price levels, by totally reaming anyone not on Medicare or without health insurance.
You can bet your box of .223 shell casings that his name would not be simply stated as, "John Allen Muhammad", but would be "Southern Baptist! John Allen Muhammad," or "Jewish rabbi! John Allen Muhammad." You know it would. I bet as I type this, in order to avoid upsetting Muslim's, the DeMedia is trying to determine a way they can call this murderer by his given name of John Allen Williams. Oh yeah, and don't forget about this trucker who did what you or I or our father or our mother or our son or our daughter would have done and is now being hailed as our latest 'hero' by the lame-brained media. Hell, he did what ANYONE would have done! Well, anyone but that disturbed person, the erudite, G. Gordon Liddy. This man phoned in a suspicious vehicle report to the authorities. Now, his pledge to give his reward money of tens of thousands of dollars to the victims of this crime, is indeed something I imagine few of us would contemplate. I can tell you right now, I wouldn't do that and I would rationalize (and I would be correct, as always) that the vast majority of the deceased probably had large term life insurance policies on themselves (and if they did not they were stupid not to) and that more money, 'my money,' could not help. But this gentleman, if he indeed does do this after the year or so wait causes interest in his promise to fade, does still donate the money to the families and living victims of this crime, would present an outstanding example of GOOD working in this currently currency crazy country.
Even though the chance of actually getting shot and killed is far less than Janet Reno being found with Clint Eastwood squirreled away together at California's exclusive Bel Aire Hotel, many Virginia's are dodging, sneaking and zig-zagging from Starbuck's to Starbuck's as if they were anticipating the Mongol hordes of Genghis Khan to come clattering down the boulevard! I can understand being concerned about 'the children' who haven't yet had the chance to experience the last quaff from the soon-to-disappear American Experiment, but those over twenty five should show some damned spunk. Keerist! Keep you eyes open, buy a pair of binoculars and actively search for this punk, rather than wail, "Please at least leave us alone in our living room. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything, just leave us alone."
Today I mailed my final payment and cancellation request to the issuer of my Visa card, Capital One Services. Capital One makes it as hard as possible to pay them on time and I believe it's by design. In print the size only a tick could make out, they explain that credit card holders should expect them to take at least five days to receive and post their payment. This from a company that the Wall Street Journal quotes as touting their technology. They do this on purpose knowing that virtually all other credit issuing companies typically post payments within three days of their being mailed. They do this because they know, that out of habit, most of their "sub-prime" customers, who are sweating from payday to payday, will forget Capital One's five day window and instead mail their check assuming the usual and customary three day window. And of course when the payment is deemed 'late' the good folks at Capital One gleefully tack on a $25 late fee to their next statement. I'd bet this deviously engineered policy to squeeze late charges from the millions of hourly-paid customers that Capital One covets adds a large percentage to the bottom line of this blood sucking corporation. 
However, reading in the WSJ that most legit credit card companies would forgive a single late payment, I phoned Capital One and after remaining silent for what seemed to be about two minutes following the customer rep telling me that my payment was late, received a $25.00 credit.
Of course these bastards make it even harder to pay on time, because if you are a slow-pay customer they do not allow you to establish an account on their webpage. An account which would speed up the time payments are posted by about three or four days. (I owe Discover a hell of a lot more money than Capital One, and after they reduced my credit limit to zero, I still was able to set up an internet account to pay my $34.00 minimum payment on time . . . for the next 22 years.) Oh, and get this, if you want to cancel your account, on the back side of their statement in tick-font #6, you might be able to read under section "8) If you close your account ..." Of course they state all the usual stuff, like returning your cards and paying your account in full but then they warn that you must, " . . . cancel all pre-authorized billing arrangements . . . " Because if you don't, rather than bouncing it back to the vendor as refused, Capital One, in the hopes of hitting you up for yet another $25 late fee, will add the pre-authorized charges to the statement of the card you thought you cancelled.
Update: February 26th, 2004 - 
Understand that my banking institution, whose service charges would make a pre-Christmas Carol Ebeneezer Scrooge glow crimson like Ted Kennedy at an Irish wake, billed me $29, to, in effect loan out $1.97 for 24 hours. (Okay, they returned the check this time, but let's imagine instead that they paid it and charged me their prostate ache inducing 'overdraft fee' of $31.) The $31 would basically be the interest for twenty four hours on a loan amount of $1.97. Since I forgot how to figure simple interest rates, I know it would be in the thousands of percentages, but the bank, in billing me $31 to borrow $1.97 for less than 24 hours, would be the equivalent of them charging me $11,315 on an annual basis to borrow less than two bucks! Keerist! There ought to be a law. Especially since banks are the biggest check bouncers in town. (Consider, what do you call it when they write out checks (loans) for up to ten times more dollars than they have on deposit?) Also, consider this before you begin defending the bank. I've been doing business with this outfit for over ten years beginning with a deposit of $85,000 (in today's dollars $170,000.) I've lived at the same address, 1.3 miles from the bank for 23 years, long before the bank was built and at a time when many of its current employees were little more than ovums crowded into their mommies ovaries. And, to top it off, I'm a lifelong native of the Scottsdale/Phoenix area. Oh, I know what it is. It's the fact that while tens of thousands of my neighbors have declared bankruptcy, I never have. That must be it.
Implying, in my own case, "If you're not taking illegal drugs, why do you care?" Well, if I need to convince you that being forced to urinate on command, like a trained chicken into a cup isn't a violation of personal privacy then . . . Imagine this, what if they demanded a test of your fecal material grunted out by you on site? Would you consider that a violation of your personal privacy? Or would you just squat, swipe and smile? Do you imagine for a minute that Benjamin Franklin, George Washington or Patrick Henry would submit to such humiliation? One well made movie that really demonstrated just how far the governmental/industrial complex could intrude into all of our lives was the 'R' rated movie 
It's all bullshit and it really, really, pisses me off to be treated like a "Minority Report" pre-felon. But apparently, the majority of my fellow Americans have been so cowed into submission, that when faced with the termination of employment versus the act of giving 98.6 degree foaming golden urine to minimum wage white robed strangers, without any assurance of anonymity, and the required listing out of all the drugs both prescription (how do you like that Viagra users?) and non-prescription, ingested in the prior month, engenders no visible anger or outrage in them. You all will be perfect citizens for the only slightly postponed society of George Orwell's 1984. (Sure, I took the test. But you can be assured that anyone and everyone within shouting range from the minute I left work to and through the time of my test and for one hour after knew exactly how violated I felt about it.) When I was an employer, I had little difficulty determining which of my hires were abusing drugs. (I'll never forget the time I spotted an employee snorting coke while in her non-air-conditioned vehicle parked in the 110 degree Arizona sun.) The signs of drug abuse are quite obvious, especially if one was involved in FDA sanctioned (I think) drug testing in the 1960s like I was. But here is what kills me, and at least 55,000 other Americans each year. Alcohol. The tests typically do not filter out people who are dependent on the legal drug alcohol. I was watching the History Channel today and it was very much suggested that this particular captain, who happened to be the cause of the largest civilian maritime disaster in history, was a drunk. However, even if this gentlemen had been subjected to random drug testing his abuse would not have been detected and the Titanic would have still been on course to meet its April 15th destiny 'on the rocks.' I don't care what the laws say, random drug tests on individuals who are not suspected and do not show any indications of illegal drug use (unlike pro-baseball players sporting Jay Leno sized chins with faces as beet-red as Teddy Kennedy's and having tits any teenage girl would be proud of) are a violation of every American citizens right to privacy. After all, what could be a bigger violation of my privacy than demanding my bodily fluids? I think it's quite enough that my employer harvests my blood, sweat and tears.
