Sorry seems to be the hardest word to say

Typos, I've had a lot,
 but then like snot,
 they're just wiped away.
   -  modified version of "My Way"

In an attempt to promote customer service and a mole elevating moment… I'd like to respond to the poorly edited critique on yesterday's posting.

My lack of self-awareness and middle-class values boldly predicted the outrage at the GRAMMY Awards.

http://insidetv.ew.com/2011/02/20/music-exec-slams-grammys-for-snubbing-justin-bieber-eminem/

http://postconventionalwisdom.blogspot.com/2011/01/winners-maybe-not-so-lucky.html


I'm glad that you don't think I'm funny, because being an Original Gangster Hard-Core Death Rapper,  I don't have time for humor. I'm too busy being kept down by the man, avoiding the cap that has a date with my rump and busting serious rhymes about exoskeleton life forms and yogurt.

My overall regret in offending you is deep. I just wish you had signed your name and left contact information. I would like nothing more than to enjoy your company over a Grand Slam Breakfast at the Denny's of your choice.

Denny's deserves a second chance, after the racial problem they encountered in North Carolina.  Although I don't eat breakfast, I would enjoy nothing more than watching you eat eggs and hold toast opposite your fork.

Because Denny's serves the Grand Slam Breakfast  24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year… I'm sure if we could find a way to absolve our mutual guilt and find common ground, We can make the world a better place.

Once we had made the world better place, we could celebrate by drinking a Coca-Cola together.

In a reflective and self-aware way, I now recognize that both of these attempts at a summit, involve multinational corporations. This may be troubling to you. I will attempt to audit their books to make sure neither Denny's nor Coca-Cola is owned by the man.

In awkward moments, like this, I just wish the Beatles and written more songs about social dysfunction. Perhaps, in this time of trouble, I should listen to Mother Mary, as she comforts me. Hey Jude, I don't remember the rest of the song… Is there a point here?