Racism exists. Systemic racism exists. Personal racism exists. I've been late with this post. The main reason is work intruded. Also, two reasons, I'm called the SloMan. The third, I have three reasons, is the real one. There is just so much I want to say. In this post, I suspect, I will be able…
And so we come to the end of 2019. A tumultuous year, in so many ways, in so many parts of the world, and everywhere the nails are being hammered into the coffin containing liberalism. We've become prim, prudish school marms, rapping people over the knuckles for not behaving in the way we…
Thank the American God it's over. What we have now is One Nation Under God. It says so, right there, see? United States. United. Capital U. How can it be anything but united? Small u. Four years ago, I wrote an article about the US Elections. I said racism had a major part…
I started off by writing a major told-you-so post about #Trump and #Elections2016. Wanna read what I wrote? Head over to the bottom of this post. I'll put it there in italics. Not that it matters. We can only look ahead now. No use, as no one in my family used to say,…
2015 was the year I invested in a "social presence". Here is my honest review and my responses to the current state. Facebook provides the bulk of my traffic, followed by Wordpress. Facebook has destroyed the concept of Friend and totally diminished and warped the meaning of the word "like".I received connection requests…
It’s Thursday and time for some more work with mirrors and and smoke, maybe some steam. For steam is healthy they say. You have saunas where your toxins become toxouts and steam irons where the wrinkles in your clothes become more becoming creases. Remember to (more…)
The Numbers Wordpress tells me that Wednesday is the best day for readers of #SloWord. 28% of the readers come to #SloWord and read what is there to be read on #SloWord on Wednesdays. It also tells me that 9% of the readers read #SloWord at 11:00pm. It would be reasonable to say…
So we had the annual, actually, the 87th Annual, dress-up-and-make-political-speeches-thank-god-my-family-the-cast-and-crew-for-an-amazing-film extravanganza. It was hosted by Neil Patrick Harris and featured a confusing opening song-and-dance. Well produced it may have been, but it was confusing. To me, at least, and my opinion is all that matters to me. Two reasons I stopped watching it:…
As is customary on such formal occasions the responsibility for writing a commemorative post devolves upon The Slo-Man.
August is a grand old month. Not only does the first whisper of cooler climes caress your cheek as you walk to work, but August brings the first jackets, the last languorous look at lighted evenings before the days shorten faster and faster. The light changes and the first leaf falls from the tree. August is venerable, the wise old month, letting you know that it is quite alright to have some fun, but serious work lies ahead, so charge your batteries, stock up on the canned food, bring in the frozen meats and prepare, prepare for the hard days that lie just ahead. August is wise, August is getting up there in age, August is.
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So America can now collectively pat it's back and congratulate itself on a job well done. What a lesson for those pesky racists! The first rule of public life is - never be found out. Publicly. You can have a string of prior convictions for the same offence, but as long as the…