I’ve written several times on the subject of apologies and how many of the things that go by that name really aren’t. I’m several weeks late, but I thought it was only right to highlight a real apology, one you can point to and say, “It’s hard, but it can be done.”
In late May, Jordan McNair, a young man on the football team at the University of Maryland, collapsed during a team workout. He died two weeks later.
A couple of months later, ESPN released a story on the culture at UM football. It was, predictably, not complementary–the word “toxic” appeared in the headline.
Today’s lol from the Babylon Bee: “Deranged Protester Confronts Republican Senators: ‘Boo! Boo! Rubbish, Filth, Slime, Muck! Boo!’”.
If you do not immediately get that reference, you are probably not the Babylon Bee’s target market.
Also, you’re dead to me.
Tired of all the political talk around here lately? (Hint: talking about protests isn’t political talk.) Let’s talk about something less controversial, subject to less vitriol, more soothing to the savage beast.
Let’s talk about the press.
A new football season is almost here, and thank heavens we’re past all the angst about the kneelings. It was touch and go there for a while, but we’re all adults and were able to see the real issue and … Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, what a riot, of course we’re not past it, we’re a nation of six-year olds who elected a two-year old to run the place.
(Much has been written in the last couple of days, all of it better than what you’ll find here. But when a queen dies, you have to weigh in on her passing.)
Where a twenty-first century film-maker and a nineteenth-century poet weigh in on the same subject.