McDowell Mountain Ranch: Over 100 Foreclosures
August 24, 2008 by Frank
Whoa! I always knew McDowell Mountain Ranch was full of fakes and phonies, and it has gained the notorious nickname of ‘Wisteria Lane’ due to all the cougars living there, but now I’ve learned that there are over 100 active foreclosures in McDowell Mountain Ranch!
Then again, this shouldn’t come as any surprise. As early as 2001, I went to a party in someone’s house there, and could immediately see that the guy was your typical Scottsdale fake jackass, as were most of the guests in attendance.
I also know a friend of a friend who “bought” a house there, probably never made a single payment – or a down payment for that matter – and was being kicked out almost as soon as the move-in was complete.
To top all of that, the entire area has a major scorpion problem. Many homes are infested, and even the ones that aren’t and that were “sealed” by half-ass Scottsdale contractors still get plenty of them. Many people have to get cats just to control the scorpions.
Drive around the area and it’s downright depressing – street after street of identical, mass-produced houses that are extraordinarily bland and blend right into the bland desert environment.
In the backdrop is the so-called “preserve” which is off-limits to the public and has denigrated into a filthy garbage dump for those shady contractors. And is also largely responsible for the scorpion problem. But at least the NIMBYs are getting what they deserve for blocking nearby development
Most of the people living there are just as bland, depressing, and identical as the homes. No character, no personality, no ambition, no nothing. Just more bland Scottsdale drones living fruitless lives in the mass-production zone.
Ahh, Scottsdale. You never cease to amaze me!
As a side note, I made it to five Rush shows on their world tour that just ended, and every time they played Subdivisions, I couldn’t help but think of Scottsdale. Here are a few excerpts from the song:
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights…