Where XXX = redacted.
In every twisted, wretched, ruinous relationship, there are moments so grim, flare-ups so appalling, that they offer both parties a chance to step back, take inventory, and realize that it’s time — far past time, in fact — to go their separate ways.
For the American media and XXX XXX, that kind of a moment arrived last week.
Though it is embarrassing to admit this in public, I can no longer hide the truth. I have a XXX XXX problem. …
But today is the first day of the rest of my life. And so, I hereby pledge that, beginning on Feb. 1, 2011, I will not mention XXX XXX — in print, online or on television — for one month. Furthermore, I call on others in the news media to join me in this pledge of a XXX-free February.
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a girl who wasn’t there.
She wasn’t there again today.
I wish, I wish she’d stay away.
with apologies to William Hughes Mearns