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.
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Everyone I encounter in life is granted by default my respect.
From that point forward they can increase it, decrease it, or lose it.
You decreased mine, lost it and are now on a path that could lead to increase.
I can forgive, consider that granted, it was granted before - but like the universe I cannot forget (untrue I actually can but lets hope that we all maintain memories because they make us who we are, even the unhappy painful ones).
I will not forget, and I hope you will not. Let us both move forward and remember, not forget - me I'm sorry for nothing. I only responded to what was thrown at me. Nice would have gotten nice.
Charlton Heston must have arrived wearing a fur lined parka. ;)
You guys rock like great big rocking things constantly set on rock mode.
Oh, and as for Chucky - buh-bye.
As an actor, there will never be another like him. As a civil rights activist relatively early in the game, he showed great courage. However, as the president of the NRA, he showed that he had finally cracked. I hope he has found peace, and I hope he is finally whole, because Alzheimer's is almost the worst fate I can imagine.
Oh, and in homage to and good-natured parody of him, I say to the health nuts, "You can take my triple bacon cheeseburger out of my cold, dead hands!"
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