PILL PUSHERS When in Rome . . . : I completely agree with your take on the Ray Lindell case (“Naive Gringo Pill Popped Below Border,” Susy Buchanan, July 22). This guy totally went down to Mexico and didn’t follow the country’s laws, and his family started screaming bloody murder…
So the L-word Mila Kunis and I are kicking it with drinks and smokes in that intimate Seventh Street cabaret Wink’s, enjoying drag diva Barbra Seville’s Early Show-Girlie Show on a recent Sunday eve, when Seville returns to the stage from one of her many costume changes for a little…
Gordon McGuire reaches into the back of his mother’s fridge and pulls out the front part of his right foot. After eight months in formaldehyde, the skin on the body part is ghostly white. The piece of foot is the size and shape of a turkey wing. The skin is…
As you turn down the air conditioning in your dark living room during these brutal summer evenings, think for a moment about Leslie Christiansen, Daniel Purpura and Charles Ward. The latter two needlessly died in Outlaw Joe Arpaio’s Maricopa County jail. Christiansen could soon become the next victim of Arpaio’s…
“It’s going to unravel like a cheap sweater.” That’s how Phoenix attorney Holly Gieszl reacted to word of the arrests in Southern California last week of six key players in the now-infamous “rent-a-patient” scam. First reported by New Times (“Rent A Patient,” April 24, 2003), the scheme included thousands of…
If it seems like the Jettster and I have been playing Mister and Mizz Humptyvision of late, going out a lot in the middle of the week, blame Yahweh, yo. This monsoon season’s playing havoc with our sched. And for whatever reason, for the past week or so, Wednesday’s been…
PERVERTS ” R ” US Let he who is without sin . . . : Thanks so much for your article exposing the vigilante tactics of Perverted-Justice.com ! I used to be a member of its Follow Up Forum and am ashamed to admit I would harass people posted on…
A few steps from the metal turnstile gates that spin you from one country to another, the banter begins. The narrow calle that visitors are funneled into as they make their way into Mexico is lined with farmacias. Men in white coats stand outside and shout over one another to…
From here on out, 72-year-old Joe Arpaio isn’t the Maricopa County sheriff in my book. He’s an outlaw waiting to be hog-tied and strapped into one of his infamous restraint chairs scattered throughout Maricopa County’s jails. I now have proof, in writing, from one of Outlaw Joe’s top deputies, that…
A plush, blue-lit chapel of sin, with a black square bar for an altar: That’s Scottsdale’s Next on the inside. Slanted wood beams give the illusion of a church’s peaked ceiling. Arty pics of nude chicks line the walls, and equally hot waitresses keep the booze flowing like the Colorado…
Brewing National Scandal Grow up, Phoenix!: Fucking great story on the could-be art exhibition at ASU! But your writer should have slammed those idiots at the university for even talking about censoring the exhibit. And he should have slammed some of the artists for being pussies (“Heil to the Chief,”…
For those who play the game of catching online perverts, Raymond Dooley was the perfect villain. That is, exactly the type of guy the cyber-vigilantes at Perverted-Justice.com were looking for. Perverted-Justice found Dooley in late January in an online chat room — where the 23-year-old Michigan man entered into a…
Hey Joe, why are you hiding from me? Are you scared? Seems “the toughest sheriff in America” should have nothing to fear from me. All I’ve got is a pen, a notepad and a couple of hundred questions. You’ve got an army of deputies equipped with machine guns, tanks, wiretaps…
I’m perched on a stool at The Merc Bar, a bucket of vodka-Red Bull before me, with the superstylin’ sounds of Britain’s Groove Armada pulsing through the stereo, and — if I get any more relaxed — Mary-Kate Olsen’s bony butt could knock me over by bumping into me. Jett’s…
Arpaio’s Dumb and Mean Joe’s gotta go: Three cheers to John Dougherty. Your article was the best news I have read in a long time (“In the Crosshairs,” June 24). It’s truly grand to see people like County Attorney Rick Romley stand up to Joe Arpaio and not prosecute the…
Blair Sato edges his white ’95 Nissan 240SX up to the front of the line, out in front of about a dozen other cars waiting their turn to race around the wide oval of a racetrack, and grins. “We’re next,” he says, tightening his grip around the steering wheel and…
Want to throw the fear of God into Phoenix elected officials, downtown business tycoons and their self-serving cheerleaders at the Arizona Republic? Want to get them to finally pay attention to you, the little guy, whose taxes keep getting sucked up into massive big-box projects that line the pockets of…
Joe Blows Capitalizing on an opportunity: Outstanding reporting in your story on the sheriff (“In the Crosshairs,” John Dougherty, June 24). I worked for the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office for 13 and a half years, and I knew within the first week of his being elected what an ass he…
Curators at the Arizona State University Art Museum are planning an exhibition of contemporary art titled “Democracy in America,” just in time for the presidential election this fall. And, not coincidentally, just in time for the third and final presidential debate, scheduled to take place just hundreds of feet away,…
How’s this for a get-rich scheme? You get elected to public office, say, sheriff. You start scowling like John Wayne and jam the jails full. You put the cons in stripes and house them in surplus Army tents, where four guards oversee 1,800 inmates. Your detention officers beat up prisoners,…
For six years, hot dog vendor Hernan Rivera played hide-and-seek with county health inspectors. Sometimes the Maricopa County Environmental Services Department inspectors would pop up unannounced at one of the three hot dog carts Rivera has stationed throughout Phoenix. They would peek inside at the rows of bacon-wrapped Sonoran-style hot…
I’m all alone in the ‘Zona this Saturday night. Jett’s jetted off to NYC for a little vay-cay, leaving me by my lonesome in P-town. (Sigh.) Never thought I’d admit to missing 116 pounds of bitchy lipsticker, but I reckon I do. Thought I’d stay home, sip Hennessy, and play…
