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Excuse Me Miss… 


I stood there, waiting for the bus in the cold.  Body balled up and crouching in attempt to keep all the heat in and all the breeze out.  From the corner of my eye I could see someone approaching.  Not paying it much mind, while all my concentration was on staying warm.   As the figure got closer I noticed there was no change in the stride, no recognition that I was directly in the path that they were planning to go through.  I also realized that the person was feminine, and for a moment, the chivalry in me felt the need to step aside.  But it was too late.  By the time I could have dodged this incoming human traffic she was already too close to me.  So close that I could only assume that she intended to stop in front or go around me.   I wasn’t blocking a sidewalk or standing aimlessly in the doorway.  There was space on either side of me in which to pass.  There were only 2 options left, either I would move out of the way without any prompt or request to, or she would simply say “excuse me”.  I stood my ground, and verbally so did she.  So, I looked at her, as my game plan was to act as if I hadn’t seen her, just to see if she really wasn’t going to say anything.  I mean even the pilgrims offered some turkey and cranberry sauce to the Aboriginals before taking over their rightful land.  I felt an excuse me, paled in comparison.  She damn near stood chest to chest with me, while trying to squeeze between myself and the glass wall.  It was not until she felt her jacket brush mine that the light went off.  “Excuse me”, was slipped through her lips so silently, as if it needed to tip toe passed her teeth, in fear they might bite the head of the words off.  I responded with “Ahhh there ya go!”, took 2 steps back and shook my head, muttering to myself, “What happened to manners?!”.  

Seriously where have manners gone?  The simplest phrases of gratitude and request, have seemed to all but disappear.  Perhaps it’s my gray-haired outlook or the rose-colored glasses I adorn to look at my childhood, but it seems as if, examples of courtesy have all but disappeared.  Don’t believe me?  Try holding a door for someone these days, or stand in one spot and see if anyone passing will say “excuse me” to pass by.  You will most likely be greeted with silence and a blank stare of disorientation, as if you are the one in the wrong for expecting anything more.  And this look of bewilderment isn’t the result of a generation gap.  That’s the most ironic and annoying thing about this mystery of the missing manners.  You’d think that this all can be attributed to the nonchalance of youthful bliss, but unfortunately that is not the case.  It seems the adults have fallen victim to following the practices of those they are appointed to be guiding.  I used to suffer corporal punishment as a child for lack of manners and respect.  Nowadays parents are laughing when their kids step passed adults with no acknowledgement.  Indiscretions that are excused with “he’s in a mood, don’t mind him.”  A privilege of emotional freedom I was never afforded.  So, in this case, age is just a number.  A number that signifies how many times one can be dismissive and aloof to the practices of common courtesy.   Unfortunately, it has become clear to me that courtesy has become as common as sense.  And we all know it’s not that common.


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Come put it on over till it spill
Take until they’ve had their fill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
-Damian Marley

No no no we not oppressed at all!!… (police brutality at an all time high!)…cmon man you stilll holding on to slavery?!?… (Black sold into slavery in 2017)…Government has done everything for you to be equal… (Donald Trump is leader of the Free world, Trudeau has alloted 100mil to apologize to LBGT for the discrimination they have had to endure)…well if everything is so bad for you ppl you should do something about it!!… (Colin Kapernick is still waiting for a job, after DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!)…Cmon man i love black people and color shouldn’t matter!!… (just don’t bring up any of your issues around me because as far as I’m concerned your issues are not relevant, real or important!! And I will dismiss them with talks about reverse racism and your overly sensitive nature.)….Yea. ..I know…I know…


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THE RATIONAL POST – SLANG HUGH – “twitter fingers turn to trigger fingers”

“Twitter Fingers turn to Trigger Fingers….” – Drake

Throughout time we have had many inventions. Many things created by human beings to improve our lives in general. From something as simple as the remote control for your television to something as impactful on our lives as the television itself. Whether it be for our safety (the traffic light) or our pleasure (the push up bra), it can be assumed that most of these conceptions were made with an impact of progressive intent. Things made to push humanity forward in one way or the other. A trend that I don’t see ending, despite all of the Artificial Intelligence destruction theories ala IROBOT, and the like. The internet and more specifically, Social media is not an exception to the rule. Both in regards to the positive effect on society and in the possible hand in its self-destruction. Now I don’t pretend to read minds or know what a next man plans for his or her creation, but I like to believe that the motivation goes beyond monetary. I like to believe that Mark Zuckerberg, Jack Dorsey and even Tom Anderson really wanted the world to be a better place through these apps and social media sites they developed. I mean there is so much potential in the idea that Facebook and the like can make the world smaller, by making human interaction a much easier practice. The internet and social media could be the greatest communication devices since the cellphone. Just think about it. It’s much easier to share ideas, cultures, and theories. In its most ideal form a Muslim man from Afghanistan should be able to communicate with a Jewish man in Israel, giving them both a chance to discuss their differences and hopefully find truth and understanding in the end. Or a black nationalist can or could be able to send a message to a white supremacist and have a dialogue on what separates them. Unfortunately like most good things intended by God, humans distort. We have found a way to turn something that should’ve created a unity, into something that aids in our division. That same black nationalist doesn’t reach out to that Klan member for a better understanding of his views. No that would be too optimistic. Instead he posts his own in an offensive manner, almost daringly inviting the supremacist to step into his electronic ring and commence in a typed out slug fest. The Muslim man doesn’t get to engage in a debate of religion and find a common ground with his counterpart Christian. No, no that would be far to humane, ironically. Instead the Christian will post not only his devout belief in Jesus but also his disdain for anyone who places a similar level of faith in the Quran. Social media has become at its simplest a worldwide roasting session for anyone who doesn’t fit into a particular box of normalcy. This of course is determined by whomever is doing the roasting. You would think by having a platform that allows the smallest amongst us to have a voice equal to the largest, could only be an improvement on civilization. But we’ve found a way to degenerate it into an egomaniacal, opinionated and judgemental tool. Better yet a weapon that we can freely swing and chop off heads of confidence with anonymity. It has made the weakest among us even the playing field with trolling and the strongest to beat down those who don’t measure up. The fitness guru can make fun of the fat girl, all while really being a nerd behind a keyboard trying to feel better about the fact they have no date on a Friday night. A place where one can give their strongest feelings and beliefs on Halloween costumers in black face, only to be vehemently dismissed by someone who subscribes to the theory of “you will always offend somebody.”
Quite simply we have ironically amplified our ability to not listen to each other. We have honed our talent of paying attention not to understand, but to only respond. And we don’t respond in kind, but rather in fury. Much like the fire that was discovered to keep us warm, the net has become a flamethrower burning many to their core. And if we aren’t careful, this or one of our inventions will be the creation of our end.


Slang Hugh can be found on instagram at @SLANGHUGH

THE RATIONAL POST – SLANG HUGH – Take it Outside and Square up. Never Stay Boxed In.

Take it Outside and Square up. Never Stay Boxed In.

Try something new today.  Step outside of your comfort zone.  Jump out of your box.  Fly free from you pigeon hole.  Become a little different version of yourself.  Don’t just try something new, be something new.


SLANG HUGH can be found on instagram @slanghugh

The Rational Post – SLANG HUGH – “When You Are Hiding and Doom LOOMS”

“I’m The One Who’s Riding, When You Hiding & Doom LOOMS” – Slang Hugh

The hottest trend on the social media, the GTA anyway, is the now infamous Loom!

Now while I see a lot of negativity going around about this thing, I’d like to focus on the positives I see.  I will admit to not knowing all the ins and outs of it.  And not really being interested in the facts.   I am one of those who said “fuck it, it’s only $135” and threw my financial fedora in the ring.   Did I hesitate?  Of course!! I meant it is still $135!! Upon originally hearing about it, I thought “this sounds like a good thing. But let me sit back and see how it goes first.”  What’s the good side that I saw?  The possibility of regular people being able to help each other step up a notch financially.  I mean we aren’t talking about millions here, I know but to some of us lowly middle and lower class folks a multiply by 10 come up is like winning the lottery!  After all its only $135 right?  And while that isn’t a lot of money to me it’s a good amount to some.  And to those that look at a $135 like it’s a $1000, you know those people who say things like “Fam, I don’t care if its $5 fam!! I want my loot back now now, like right now bro!!” I will say this don’t risk what you can’t afford.  A phrase of common sense no, but WhatsApp groups, FB posts and IG is littered with message of the opposite.  Disgruntled investors who feel that their guaranteed gamble was a scam and a farce.  So much so that it seems we need to hand out dictionaries with the word INVESTMENT highlighted for a better understanding.

I’m convinced many of us don’t’ understand what it means to “risk” your money.  Here’s what I see as the bad side, and it doesn’t have much to do with the loom itself, but with the people running it. The Loom became too big too fast.  It was the victim of trendy marketing.  The honest Ed salesman pitches of “flipping” your money fast seem to pop up overnight.  Not seem.  DID!  Everyone asking everyone to join THEIR loom.  I myself was asked at least 10 times in the last 4 days.  For those interested it was way too many options to actually choose one.  Imagine you’re walking down the street and suddenly have a craving for a patty and coca bread, and out of nowhere 5 different patty shops pop up on the sidewalk, each advertising the best patty in the world.  You would want to try them all but unfortunately there are no samples and you only have a $1.35 to work with.  How do you choose? And for not interested in this was a HUGE turn off.  Nothing worse than being offered something you don’t want 50 times in a row!!  This also had another effect that I believe put the yet undetermined nail in the Loom coffin.  It exhausted the market share within days!  There was no time for the observers to turn into potential investors.  Those of us who watched at first were quickly given reasons not to join up bad people whose looms had dried up.   It began to look and smell like a get rich quick scheme, the ones we all fear becoming a victim of.  The type that we all hang up the phone on when being told “you are a winner of a million dollars and all you have to do it give me a $1000 to get it.  Any of these types of things where you have to bring another person in to get any real money has limit on the amount of people you can fool…I mean convince.  Whether Amway, or Primerica, they all have a certain type of person that are attracted to them.  Only difference is they are selling products and more importantly they are not trendy.   So even though we view Primerica as not cool it’s still around, and is probably still doing well.  The reason for that is because they sell you an idea of exclusivity, they make you believe that you are joining something that only special people are a part of.  Only the brave ones are willing to risk it, and if you join you’re sure brave!!  It’s not just a tug at your pocket book and the lack of colored paper inside.  They pull at your very emotion and desire to be a better person.  The loomers weren’t able to capitalize on that type of magic.

I don’t know if this is true but I saw one person post saying that the loom archetype has been in other communities for decades.  And is used as a form of community financial loan, in which patrons put money in knowing that they will get back enough money to start their own business, and once said business is up in running they are expected to put back into the loom, in order to keep it going.  If this is a true story, if even it is loosely based on one, I have to say we may have dropped the ball on this.  We may have dropped the money ball!


SLANG HUGH can be found on instagram @slanghugh



By the time you read this I will have been on this planet for 40+ years.  And like a quote I once heard from a fellow 40 something, “i think I finally got the hang of this thing called life.”  And for me the recognition was as simple as it is complex…but I leave you with my lesson something like this  ..

On this day in world no copy no clone
But he was born a twin to the greatness unknown
September’s very own, so the crest not a bird
But a lion with a speech, royalty with the words
And now we celebrate what God gave it with a message
Live life like your ALIVE  #hereendeththelesson

– SLANG HUGH can be found on instagram @slanghugh

The RATIONAL POST – SLANG HUGH “Invisible Bully like the Gooch”

Invisible Bully like the Gooch

It was lunch time and all the kids had filed out to the playground. Some to the slides, others to the monkey bars, a few avoiding the physical activity altogether and laid under a tree making animals out of the cloud formations in the sky.

I was trying to avoid my own version of physical activity. See Scott (I can’t remember his last name) who was slightly bigger than me back then, I had yet to grow into my current 6’2, 230lbs frame, had decided he wanted to fight me. And just like his last name I can’t remember why. I’m sure it was an adolescent sized conflict. Something as world ending as, I lost his favorite marble, or I had beat him badly in a foot race. Whatever it was, Scott had centred his world war 3 sights on me. I don’t even remember why I didn’t want to fight. My guess is I had the same attitude then, I do now, and I’m not trying to get punched over foolishness. Plus I’d never been in a real fight before that, the ones with my sister over the remote control for the TV don’t count! And had no desire to test my Daniel Son crane kick that day.   Scott however was very ready, too ready in my opinion, and maybe that made me even more wary of the fisticuffs. His aggression and my passivity resulted in a slow speed chase around the playground. Him goading me with “C’mon!! Let’s go!! C’mon!!” and me avoiding with the “I don’t want to fight, leave me alone!” as I speed walked away from him. He gave chase and when he caught up to me, made the move that placed the straw on the camel’s back, he knocked my hat off and it landed in a muddy puddle. And it was on!!

Needless to say I lost that fight that day, it was a quick one, with a trip and a punch to the eye. But Scott never bothered me again, I think because I eventually stood up to him. In hindsight if I had continued on that slow chase around the playground, into the soccer field and thru the marble games, and avoided him until the bell rang for us to go inside, it may never have stopped.   He probably would have waited for me at 3pm to finish what HE had started.

After school I didn’t run home and tell my parents another kid at school bothered me. Not because I was strong and secure as a child that I didn’t need them to console me or give me advice, but simply because it was a normal. In my mind this is what happened at my age, this is how little boys sorted out their problems. All my friends had been in fights. The older guys, a couple of grades higher did the same. We fought it out in some lame tussle which didn’t have much punches or pain involved, and was quickly parted by mutual friends. And when it was done, you both shook hands and moved on or you didn’t speak to your opponent for a solid week, which back then seemed like a year!

Even TV shows of the era displayed this same mentality. Popular Diff’rent Strokes character Arnold Jackson had a long time, very covert, adversary in The Gooch. A character we never seen on the show, but his scary presence in Arnold’s life was established. I don’t remember Arnold ever telling Mr. Drummond about the Gooch, or that he needed counselling as result of the trauma the Gooch caused him. There were no scenes of little Arnold looking into a mirror one morning and deciding that suicide was a definitely better than going to school that morning. The most he did was told his older brother, or come up with schemes to outsmart his nemesis. Now I can’t speak for Arnold, but I know that my situation made me stronger. That was the last time I had a bully. I learned quickly to use my words in combat, and whether through making you laugh or feel too ashamed, I’d find a way to make you leave me alone!! It didn’t hurt that my Grandfather’s genes kicked in at age 16 and I sprouted to 5’11.

Nowadays instead of Arnold and the Gooch, kids are watching, shows like 13 Reasons Why. A show that some are saying, is glorifying suicide and making it an appealing method of revenge to teens. While others think that it’s a good conversation starter.   I can see both sides have valid arguments. However the former, rings with a little more truth than the latter. Especially in this day and age, pun intended. It seems that our youth have gotten increasingly more sensitive over the last couple generations. And I’m not sure why this is. Have we coddled them a bit too much? Did we give them a false sense of self, to the point of weakness, when the intent was to build strength? Did we not warn them of the pitfalls of life and teach them how to cope? What happened? I think we taught them that weakness is ok, and it is, but we forgot to tell them that they would have to overcome weakness, or succeed in spite of it.

The irony is that in an age of social media, where our kids and teenagers keep selling their peers a bag of goods, when it comes to their image. All insecurities and shortcomings seemed to be emojied, memed and filtered out. In an era that says as long as you can take a pic of your new Jordans and post statuses of how many Zero Fucks You got left to give, you must be strong and got it all together. But the reality is suicides are on the rise. “In 1980 50 females between the age of 10-19 committed suicide, in 2008 the number rose to 77”. And that was 10 years ago, so we can imagine what its like now. Perception however is key in this.   While we’ve seen a rise over the last 10 or more years, the 1950s and 60s were a lot worse in this regard. This was back when there was no PSA commercials about mental health, no campaigns by charity to start the “war on Bullying”, none of that existed. Now we seem to have a microscope on teen angst. To the point where the suicide rate is becoming a chicken or egg theory in itself. Are we creating awareness for a major problem? Or creating more of a problem out of the awareness?   This is what people have taken issue over in shows like The 13 Reasons Why. We may be pouring more gasoline on the fire by showing these young adults and younger adults the imagery of a glamorized irrational state of mind set too cool music and hip lingo laden script.   We may be teaching yet another generation that it’s ok to be mentally or emotionally weak (which is not the problem), and kill yourself as a result (which is a MAJOR problem)! By no means am I downplaying depression and its effects, I’ve been on the edge myself in my adult years, so by no means can I judge someone who is contemplating ending their situation by ending their life.

However, there is a difference between creating awareness and promoting, and the line may be very thin in 2018. I once saw a video that spoke about depression and it pretty much sums up my view, the brother, whose name I can’t remember started with “you are not depressed, you are suffering from depression.” What he meant was that we often make our circumstances define us rather than the other way around. You are not depressed, that is only a state of mind. I saw a lot of criticism for this theory. People saying he is making a mockery of mental health, or softening what it can cause people to do. To which my question is simple. Do you believe your mind is strong enough to get you into depression but not out?!? If that answer is yes, then you might also be in full agreement with this anti-bullying campaign. I recognize not everyone is the same and some of us need more help than others, but sometimes we are a part of the problem more than we are helping it.

But hey Diff’rent Strokes for different folks, and I just rather more Arnold Jacksons than Hannah Bakers in our High schools and Universities.


Slang Hugh can be found on instagram @slanghugh

Children of the Form – The Rational Post – SLANG HUGH

Clothes Don’t Make the Child

“Dear parents….who told you, you needed to be your child’s friend in order for them to grow. Who told you that letting them have relationships was best for them? Who said allowing your daughter’s to wear mac instead of showing her beauty was love. Did back pack companies close and Michael Kors take over? When did bundles replace bubbles and lashes instead of pencil? Dear parents when did living through your child become the new lick then throwing your daughter’s to the streets once she’s taken some…. listen if being a “new aged” mom is what’s the best then I guess we have failed our children.”
Courtesy of ~Chevy Nicole Lewis


That’s not much more for me to add. Well other than countless examples of Instagram pics posted by parents proudly displaying their life sized, Gucci and Prada babies for all the digital world to see. Have we really become this superficial? This materialistic? Are we so image based, that even our children are unknowing victims of our own visual insecurities?  Perhaps this could be chalked up to another generation gap scenario. Maybe I’m too long in the tooth to properly chew and swallow what you modern parents are selling.  Turning your children into mini “yous”, as if God’s gift came in a box with a plastic window and the words “Your Baby” emblazoned across the front. But this is the wave right?  Well I guess I’m too old to surf then. I’ll often look at these pics and remember a time in my late teens, early 20s, when I was at my clothing obsession peak!  In those times, all my summer earning at my Dad’s place had gone to FUBU, Adidas, and Helly Hanson jackets. And I was making pretty good money at that age, so you can imagine how much Champs and The Bay was making off my summer factory sweat.  But I remember one time, coming home and my mother watching me come in with yet another shopping bag in my hand, with a look of disappointment on her face. I figured she was saddened at my waste of money, when she shook her head. I was partly right. She said “you don’t know how I wish I didn’t dress you guys up in all that clothes when you were kids?” I almost asked her why but I already knew the answer.  Her disappointment wasn’t in me as much as it was in herself. She felt like she started me on that path of image means everything way before the Sprite commercials.  That she contributed, if not planted the seed in my head that clothes make the man, the man don’t make the clothes.  And though I’d never blame my parents for my actions, I can see where her theory makes sense.  Perhaps her innocent attempt to make sure I had more than she did, started me on my fashion fixation. Many years and many many wasted shoe dollars later, I finally get it.

I get that we all want to give our kids more than we ever had.  I don’t even have children and I can fully understand that ideal.  But sometimes giving them more of the material is taking away from building their character.  No one is saying to dress your children in Stitches and Giant Tiger garments.  Shoot even I don’t think I’d do that….no wait, I might! Lol.  But I wouldn’t tell others to follow suit, but come on people!! Some of you are running your household like a daycare meets America’s Next Top Model!!  Does your 2 year old really need a purse from Burberry mom? And Pop does lil Aiden really, really feel comfortable with that big old Hermes belt buckle holding up his diaper?  I hope as much attention is paid to Junior’s spelling as it is his name brand jeans. And I pray Princess knows how to add 1+1, before she knows what red bottoms are.
But hey I don’t have kids right so what do I know?  I don’t know how to swim either but I damn well can tell you how to drown!


Slang Hugh can be found on instagram @slanghugh