World Cities Ranked by Average Annual Sunshine Hours

The sunniest city on Earth is Yuma, Arizona in the U.S. As the driest city in the U.S., Yuma receives less than 200 millimeters (8 inches) of rainfall and endures roughly 100 days of 40°C (104°F) weather every year. Yuma lies between the Gila and Colorado rivers, in a lush region that produces almost 90% of leafy vegetables grown in the U.S.

The Fluoride-Induced American Holocaust Continues Unabated

Dr. Burk and Dr. Yiamouyiannis compared in a 1975 epidemiological survey the cancer mortality rate of central cities that were either fluoridated or unfluoridated. Prior to fluoridation, the cancer death rate remained identical for both sets of cities, but subsequent to fluoridation the cancer death rate skyrocketed in the fluoridated cities, but not in the unfluoridated ones.

Japan and Germany Hysterically Race to Shut Down Nuclear Power (and Their Sovereignty)

For those in Japan and Germany celebrating that the exit from nuclear is providing an opportunity to embrace solar and wind energy, a sad slap of reality has also occurred. Not only have energy costs skyrocketed wherever green energies been built, but the toxic waste caused by those photovoltaic cells far outpaces anything produced by the dirtiest nuclear reactor.

Morrison Victory Highlights Divide between Elites and Ordinary Australians

The election victory was clearly a triumph for both the style and substance of Prime Minister Scott Morrison. But the most important post-election issue now is the battle to control the narrative surrounding the causes and meaning of the result. The advantages the PM enjoyed over his opponent are now obvious. These included his mastery of policy detail, his capacity to speak directly to the aspirations of middle Australia, and his authenticity and ‘ordinary everyman’ persona in expressing everything from footy fanatism to his Christian faith. Tax policy — given the targeting of Labor’s franking credits, CGT, and negative gearing…

No ‘Stebbings’ in Much Middlemarch

We rarely see a policeman in our town until two hours after a crime has been reported, so I was very pleased the other day to see a policeman and woman in the narrow street next to mine. They were peering under a car parked off the road. ‘Good morning,’ I said. ‘Good morning,’ the policeman replied. ‘There’s a rabbit under this car.’ ‘A white rabbit?’ I asked. ‘No, a wild one,’ he said. He was right: it hopped out, and then cowered in a corner, while the policeman took a photo of it with his phone to put on…

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