One of the most difficult things to do is to admit fault. Thank you, Candace, for your part in getting me to admit that. When I see celebrities act insane, I often muse that every rich and famous person needs someone around them to keep them level-headed and to inform them when they're being an asshole. Though I am neither even remotely rich nor famous (the latter of which being a condition for which I am immensely grateful), in my real life, I have my family to tell me when I'm being an idiot.
1138, I have treated you extremely poorly and at times, I have allowed my considerable temper to get the better of me. I should have been as calm and measured as I usually try to be. I should have adhered to the concept of disagreeing without being disagreeable. I shouldn't have said a great number of the things I said to and about you. For this, I have no excuse because in most instances, I think excuses are bullshit, and this situation is a prime example of where an excuse would be bullshit. What I will say is that I was damned wrong, and you have my deepest apology and my promise to refrain from these types of petty attacks in the future. I insulted you deeply and repeatedly, and I dishonored myself in the process. For the first, I will not make that lapse in judgment again, and for the second, I will remember this and not make this mistake again.
This does not mean that I will not raise hell from time to time, because sometimes that is necessary to address problems. I cite my rants against Roy Moore and Ann Coulter as prime examples. I will, however, do my best to be fair and reasoned in my approach in such instances.