I like how he only apologized for how he said it and how it came across, but not for what the message was.
Fine. A few cigars, not Cubans, and not in a case, then...
The season come again for winter’s tales, I tell you one which my nurse told to me As watched I warily the swirling snows. “I’ll raise one up,” she swore, “of ghosts by night…”
