Photo Index
is an easy to use, index web page listing links to hundreds of my original photos. Clicking the link
will send you to a page of photos decorated by unique captioning that has been capturing the attention
of the entire WWW .
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Recent Buys and Bedstand Books of Mr.Wonderful where I list the most recent books I've bought, with their Barnes & Noble sales ranking, along with the publishers' comments.
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.
The Arizona Department of Transportation has finally gotten smart and accepted
the fact that Arizona drivers are such ill-trained, idiotic, wannabe stock
car racing drunks that they have installed rear crush-panels to many of their
vehicles.
It's amazing that everyone, EVERYONE, drives a vehicle in this state, but
virtually all high schools in Arizona have dropped mandatory Driver's Training
classes. But that is the way government works, when there are cutbacks
they always end the most critical services like police, or fire, or driver's
training. Services which are paid for by the same people who receive them,
rather than touching any social or welfare services (whose major beneficiaries
are illegal aliens) which are never funded by the people who receive
them. Arizona spends something like $13,000 per student, per year and they can
no longer afford woodshop, autoshop or driver's training like we received in the 1960s?
(If schools were actually allowing the students to learn rather than brainwashing them
with One-World, American-is-the-One-Evil-Superpower bullshit, they'd have the time and money
for imparting knowledge the students desperately need in the Real World they will enter soon
enough.) I lift the hood on my son's car and he stares blank-eyed into the shadowed darkness as if
he's gazing into his first piece of you-know-what.
For you zillions of non-illegal-aliens trying to get by on the license plates
you wore in your state of origin, because Arizona Registration runs as much
as one month's apartment rent, here is the 'Evil Santa' from the Arizona Department
of Transportation to give you a five hundred dollar ticket for Christmas. You will
find the unwrapped present under your driver's side windshield wiper.
The other morning, about one hundred yards distant, I saw what I thought to be a dog sauntering down the sidewalk. When I didn't see an owner nearby, I drove to the spot and lit my
six-d-cell
Maglite® to probe the darkness. And there, like a Home Depot-purchased yard gnome, frozen by the mighty beam of my 30,000 candlepower black wand, shivered a stinky javelina,
(below red dot) hoping that this predator wouldn't see her.
Perhaps one day, Art Bell will devote an entire five-hour show to me like he did for the Left-Wing,
but engrossing Nick Begich. Until then, I
assume that I will continue to both view and be visited by aliens (and their transports) from other
worlds. Here, what I term an Ice Robot, approaches me to ask where he could get a bag of Reddyice
Crystal
CubesTM. He rewarded me for the information by leaving behind several cases of frozen
Hungry-Man Classic Fried Chicken. How he knew that was my favorite, I know not.
As long as I'm on the subject ... this horse-puckey about flying saucers, extra-terrestrials and even
'Big Foot' (oh my gawd) being from other dimensions is exactly that, i.e., 'horse puckey!'
Ignoring the gaia and buddhist rants and tilts, which is fairly easy, read The Dancing Wu Li Masters which,
in a language understandable to you mere mortals, author Gary Zukav explains the actual theory of these 'other dimensions' absolutely relied-on by so many of the freaks, frauds and phonies interviewed on the Coast to Coast program. The size of these dimensions are measured in atoms, not miles or light years, thus pulverizing many of these claims of 'travelers from other dimensions'.
This product of the public education system can't spell, but I guarantee your tax
dollars have indoctrinated him to believe that:
1) America is colonizing the world.
2) America was founded by evil, slave-owning, selfish, wealthy, White men.
3) America is a racist nation, where people of color will never have a chance of
getting a 'piece of the pie' without federal government help.
4) Slave owner George Washington was also a deist.
5) F.D.R. alone saved the nation from the Great Depression.
6) J.F.K. was
assassinated by lone gunman Lee Harvey Oswald.
7) What Bill Clinton did in his personal life should remain private, and lying
to a federal judge in a deposition is okay because W.J.C. was a Democrat.
8) America is the sole source of global warming, global pollution, the destruction
of the Rain Forest and general global unfairness.
I'm beginning to learn firsthand why there aren't many decent photographs of U.F.O.s. At
night one needs a camera that will run at the equivalent of 800ASA or higher. My current
digital runs a 'too-dark' 400ASA. I would have sworn I got a decent photo of this red, white and blue object that was literally hovering two hundred feet above the ground. I can't say it was totally silent, but it was pretty quiet.
While on patrol the other night, as I was slipping my
Cannon PowerShot SD200 3.2 mega pixel, ultra slim camera back into my shirt pocket, the flash accidentally activated, filling the cab of my vehicle with lightning-bright illumination. Blinking back stars in my eyes, I thought nothing of it ... Until the next sunrise when I reviewed the photo data file for the previous shift. Unknown to your Mr.Wonderful, apparently a pair of extra-terrestrials were doing an unauthorized and unannounced 'ride-along' that shift. I can't tell you how frightened I was when I saw this.
We go from short green fellows (of course you couldn't tell from that photo they were green, but they were) to the vehicle of a gentleman six feet ten inches tall who can toss a baseball at 100mph. For personal safety reasons, I don't share my photos of celebrities (being I am one) with the general public, but I'm fine sharing photos of the cars of the celebrities. Here, momentarily parked outside of a local coffee emporium, is the Bentley of former Diamondback's pitcher Randy Johnson. Except for the wheels and grill, it appeared almost identical to porn star Jenna Jameson's black Bentley.
Whenever you have teenage boys you will have trouble. And we've got teenagers at
my tony Paradise Valley apartments. Here you can see three Scottsdale
Police with their handcuffed perp. Where the cops stand is the City of Scottsdale,
where I stood to take the picture is the Town of Paradise Valley. We are crime-free
in P.V.
In literally a sign of the times, this notice in a nearby Walgreen's parking area, warns that
stolen shopping carts will cease to function if removed from their lot. We have given up
the formally given, and that is the assumption that people shouldn't steal. We assume they
(Illegal Aliens, bums) are going to steal the carts so we make the wheels lock-up tighter
than Hillary Clinton's lips in a deposition when they do. So sad.
On Saturday, December 23rd, we had actual rain here in The Valley of the Sun. Since mixing electricity
and water isn't a good idea, I'm certain that these electricians are retreating to the nearest
warm bar.
On Monday, December 25th, while driving home from another sixteen-hour workday, I noticed this
Ford Crown Victoria sporting out-of-state plates ... with its left turn signal, no doubt,
having been blinking like a quasar since New Mexico.
I ran across a family of javelina the other night. They have learned to tip over
wheeled commercial trash cans and then eat the bounty dispensed. Under the red
dot you can see one of these four-legged garbage pickers.
I thought that on this final day of year 2006 I would lay bare one of the greatest
secrets of the 21st Century, and that is, how to pry the lid off of a KFC 1/2 gallon
MEGA jug ...
Until then, I
assume that I will continue to both view and be visited by aliens (and their transports) from other
worlds. Here, what I term an Ice Robot, approaches me to ask where he could get a bag of Reddyice
