I understand and sympathize with the Very Reverend Mark Harris’s memory problem. I really do. Because I myself, Arius A. Aardvark, am not quite as focused as I was in my younger days.
So I understand, it’s something that could happen to anyone.
In the morning they ask you, “Isn’t it true, Reverend Harris, that you were on notice that the sleazeball you hired to round up absentee ballots from poor people was acting illegally?” and you say, “No.”
But in the afternoon, when the memory fog clears a little, and they ask you the same question, you respond truthfully this time: “Yessiree, counselor, you bet your sweet ass, I did know that very little thing. Why in hell do you think I hired the son of a bitch in the first place?”
It could happen to anyone.
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