The only thing worse than a vicious moron is a vicious moron who has been taught the meaning of the term “ad hominem.”
The Greenwich Village folk singer drives through the night to Chicago for his big chance—an audition with the big record producer.
You’ve said or done a thing, and everybody is mad. What do you tell yourself?
These things, in roughly this sequence:
“I don’t care what people think of me.”
I could have said/done much worse.
I’m a good guy a lot of the time, and nobody ever notices that.
Oh, and I guess the person I hurt is perfect, right?
I yam what I yam. (The Popeye defense.)
Then, and only then, do you apologize—”for failing to live up to my own high standards.”