Deeds, not words.

Easy apologies are cheap, and weak sauce, even if they constitute a bare first step along the right path.

Start agitating as loudly for justice for the political prisoners held without any Constitutional rights since their arrest for what has been falsely characterized as “insurrection”, and in fact barely rises to the level of a college dorm panty raid.

And then, follow the bread crumbs to the precipitating event:
Admit that the media coronation of Emperor Stumblefck Poopypants – which was the entire reason for the Jan. 6th rally – was the most blindingly bald-faced and biggest Big Lie in modern history, and that the odds that a man who couldn’t fill a gas station bathroom drew more votes than the man who filled college stadiums is about 81,000,000:1 odds, against*.

Do that, and shout it from the rooftops, hammer it home from every available soapbox, and post it on every vertical flat surface from coast to coast, and maybe we can talk about forgiveness.

Otherwise, such a tepid and half-hearted repentance is too little, too late, and clearly comes from no deeper than a mealy mouth and quivering lips, rather than coming from the heart.

If all this amounts to is belated crocodile tears and rank patronization, let me speak for the wrongly defamed and reviled half the country: no one cares that you feel bad about being a jerk all this time..

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