Unlike Ann Coulter, I Can Admit When I'm Just Plain Wrong

The other day, in discussing Ann Coulter's disgusting diatribe in which she circuitously attacked Democratic presidential hopeful John Edwards as a faggot, I let anger get the better of me and, in doing so, responded a bit too much like Coulter herself for my own comfort level.

I was wrong to do so. I offer no excuses. I've been unhappy with my response since about three seconds after I hit the Publish button and I've been less and less happy with every day I've allowed go by without stating I was wrong.

I certainly won't apologize to Coulter, but I do apologize to all of you, whether or not you took exception with my comments.