You know, the person I would apologize to in public, get down on my knees and beg (… I mean really really BEG) for forgiveness and mercy, would be my wife. The kind of Jimmy Swaggart-like contrition and groveling that is at least vaguely convincing. Strangely, no mention of her. It’s as if the woman doesn’t exist. That says a lot to me.

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