Last Friday’s video was a misfire made public, redeemed only by the fact that God produces Ishmaels so as to reveal Isaacs or, in this case, causes yours truly to record the dregs and the dross so that you, the body of Christ, might sanitize the scene.  

I’d like to thank the ladies for their delicate, kind treatment of my condition, but am especially thankful for the man of satire who poeticized my pugnacity, bringing us a mostly-sunny conclusion to an obfuscating scuz.

Thank you, one and all.