Dear Pat:

I apologize for ripping you over comments it turns out you did not make. It was wrong of me just to assume you made those idiotic comments about Ellen simply because you have built your career on making idiotic comments. Foolish of me to even believe you would say such dastardly things about factions of the community that worship, think, or love differently than you, though you do so each and every week to the braindead sheep you call viewers. I'm sorry, Pat. I really am for expecting the worst of you. Please don't call God on me. I know you have his number on speed dial (though I'm sure you appear on his phone as "Don't Answer"). Just consider my previous blog entry my way of paying homage to you: Talking out of my ass.

I'll be sure to save you a seat next to me in the VIP room in hell.

Be cool,
Mike

I don't know about you, but I feel much better for admitting my mistakes. For another take on Pat "Cross Me And With One Prayer You Will Be A Goner" Robertson, check out Bo's blog. An employed writer from Houston: My fucking hero.