Some time educator, hillbilly guitar picker, and back-porch philosopher, Slim usually has a bee in his bonnet about some dang thing or other most days, and when the mood strikes he steps up on the soap box, throws his hat into the ring and lets that old bee buzz away.
Truth is like a dog’s bollocks – pretty obvious if you care to look – but most of us prefer to avert our gaze, or have them permanently removed.
