If you have been to the Dew the last couple of days, you’ve probably noticed that we have had some technical issues – pages loading slowly, problems with sign in and comments and, at times, no site at all. It seems we have out grown our $7 a month server. Over the next week, we will be migrating the site to new, larger, more reliable, and, hopefully, much faster servers. Servers that come with technical support who actually answer the phone and speak Southern. We have also set up a CDN (Content Delivery Network) which mirrors the Dew on servers all over the world to feed the site scripts and images from a source closer – and faster – to where a visitor is. Finally, we are converting our cache system to a more sophisticated approach to take advantage of all this new technology. All to say, hang in there with us. It will get better soon.
In the meantime, if you have specific problems, let me know. Email: [email protected]
I’m just a plateaued-out plain person with too much time on his hands fighting the never ending lingual battle with windmills for truth, justice and the American way or something like that. Here are some reader comments on my writing: “Enough with the cynicism. One doesn’t have to be Pollyanna to reject the sky is falling fatalism of Lee Leslie’s posts.” “You moron.” “Again, another example of your simple-minded, scare-mongering, label-baiting method of argumentation that supports the angry left’s position.” “Ah, Lee, you traffic in the most predictable, hackneyed leftist rhetoric that brought us to the current state of political leadership.” “You negative SOB! You destroyed all my hope, aspiration, desperation, even.” “Don’t you LIBERALS realize what this COMMIE is talking about is SOCIALISM?!?!?!” “Thank you for wonderful nasty artful toxic antidote to this stupidity in the name of individual rights.” “I trust you meant “bastard” in the truest father-less sense of the word.” “That’s the first time I ran out of breath just from reading!” “You helped me hold my head a little higher today.” “Makes me cry every time I read it.” “Thanks for the article. I needed something to make me laugh this mourning.” “If it weren’t so sad I would laugh.” "... the man who for fun and personal growth (not to mention rage assuagion) can skin a whale of bullshit and rack all the meat (and rot) in the larder replete with charts and graphs and a kindness..."“Amen, brother.”