Some of you may have seen my recent split-screen appearance on The View, as it has been replayed ad nauseum on various TV shows. To put it bluntly, this was not a moment I was proud of. I had intended to be a mediator, a peacemaker between Rosie O'Donnell and Elisabeth Hasselbeck. But the venom in the studio got the better of me, and I entered the fray. As the religious thinker Confucious once said, "A catfight is no place for a dog." And he was right. I regret some of the statements I barked and some of the, er, gestures I made. And although I accept full responsibility for my actions, I suspect that they were not entirely my own. That's right, Barbara Walters, I am putting you on notice. If I am able to prove that you put some kind of mind-altering, anger-inducing substance in the on-set water bowls, you will be hearing from my attorneys.
Showing posts with label Regrets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Regrets. Show all posts
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Not one of my finer moments
Some of you may have seen my recent split-screen appearance on The View, as it has been replayed ad nauseum on various TV shows. To put it bluntly, this was not a moment I was proud of. I had intended to be a mediator, a peacemaker between Rosie O'Donnell and Elisabeth Hasselbeck. But the venom in the studio got the better of me, and I entered the fray. As the religious thinker Confucious once said, "A catfight is no place for a dog." And he was right. I regret some of the statements I barked and some of the, er, gestures I made. And although I accept full responsibility for my actions, I suspect that they were not entirely my own. That's right, Barbara Walters, I am putting you on notice. If I am able to prove that you put some kind of mind-altering, anger-inducing substance in the on-set water bowls, you will be hearing from my attorneys.
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