Posted on 07/23/2010 8:47:03 PM PDT by vbmoneyspender
In the old days, when someone wanted you to apologize it was for something you had done to them. And the way it worked was they would ask you for an apology and you would tell them to go screw themselves. But we live in a new age where apologies are done differently. Nowadays, the way apologies work is that you demand that someone you don't personally know apologize to someone else that you don't personally know. This is another form of modern outsourcing and, as such, has become quite the rage in the more technologically sophisticated areas of the United States.
As a result, in order to keep up with the times, I am creating this Apology Thread and starting it off with my own demands for apologies from people I have never met. First, I demand that George Lucas apologize to Star Wars fans for writing and directing Stars Wars Episodes 1, 2 and 3 and that he further apologize to movie fans in general for producing Howard the Duck. Second, I demand that Norm Coleman apologize to the good people of the state of Minnesota for losing to Al Franken in the 2008 senatorial race. And because this race had national implications, Norm Coleman may want to consider expanding his apology to include the citizens of all these United States. Third, I demand that Madonna apologize to Kabbalah worshippers for joining their religion and thereby making a mockery of it.
Now that I have issued my apology demands, I would like to invite my fellow freepers to issue their own apology demands to people they don't know.
And lastly, because I don't want this post to end on a purely negative note, I would like to personally thank Mitchell Mortaza for founding the Women's Lingerie Football League. Mitchell, if you are reading this, I just want to say "Never Give Up! Never Surender!"
Who is “hibumi”?
I think you owe him an apology.
I’m not sorry...that you are this funny all of the time.
Yer a good ‘un, al baby. ;o)
Paper or plastic is soon not to be a choice in the great NW.
And, I thought the folks here are all for choice...
LOL!
You keep on being...Senator Pardek. ;o)
Oh, man...Theresa Brewer is da bomb!
You’re such a mess...and I love ya’ for it!
I think there’s a tiny touch of troublemaker in you, too.
I think I love that about you more than anything. ;o)
I got it. I want an apology for styrofoam coffee cups!
“I demand that you apologize to Brenda Lee.”
Oooh...I’m sorry...so sorry...
“Ill apologize to all Vietnam vets for not killing Jane Fonda when I had the chance, it was my life or hers and mine was more important.”
You’re apology is not only not accepted...but not needed.
You’re a freakin’ hero, tet!
However, I wish the opportunity had presented itself...
/ anger. ;o)
It’s not a nickname, dammit!
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Felix Legions, General of the Armies of the North..... oops!
(Sorry, wrong thread.)
My name is Franklin D. R. Shibumi. My mother was Black and my father was Japanese. (When she was still alive, I used to attack Pearl Bailey every December 7th.)
Now.
Somebody owes somebody an apology.
Give me a minute here.....
I owe you an apology for not recoginizing that you pinged me to this most excellent thread.
But...not gonna happen. lolol
Yer a good FRiend! ;o)
I thought you were Darth Vader?
I’m sorry...
No, but it’s an easy mistake to make.
I sound just like him.
(No, not the James Earl Jones part - just the asthmatic wheeze.)
Well alrighty. Okay then.
I believe you.
No really, I uh, right!
Cough, ahem.
Creepy...because it’s asthmatic.
Frankly...the iron mask is all you needed to set the “tone” of any encounter with anyone. You gave yourself away.
I demand an apology for you being creepy! And, for giving yourself away!
an apology bank......somebody has got to be on this idea ready right?
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