In 1978 while tripping on acid and jacked way up on white crosses and tequila, singing Lynyrd Skynard’s “Freebird”, in possession, at the time, a respectably sized cache of unmarked firearms and various and assorted controlled substances – I found myself pissing in the parking lot of Turf’s Tavern, Middletown, trying to write my name in the snow.
In retrospect, I should have gone with “Bill”, “William” is way hard to write and I always forget to dot the “I”.
To any passersby who saw me expose my junk I sincerely apologize.
My point is to absolutely not make light or give a pass to anyone whose past behavior has caused anyone, male or female, to feel threatened or compromised.
These individuals should be held accountable for their actions, from trump to Weinstein to Spacey to Franken to whoever comes out today.
My point is you had better make damn sure your own backstory is spotless before you climb that soapbox and claim the moral authority.
I know myself and from where I come. I want no part of that soapbox. For all the harm i’ve caused, I am truly sorry.