Dwyane Wade's having a tough year. He's got the messy divorce from his wife. He's whispered to be the Evil Genius behind the tying poor, virginal Cleveland to the railroad tracks. And then, he wound up stepping into one of those characteristically idiotic frenzies that serve as our national dialogue these days. What he said was glib and wrong. I congratulate him, and the 31 lawyers who helped him craft his statement of self-abnegatio..er...apology.
Moreover, what he said was dumb. The events of September 11, 2001, and the memory of the 3000 people who died there, have only carefully prescribed rhetorical uses. These include: ginning up support for a war under false pretenses; enriching your friends; pursuing your crackpot political agenda; pursuing your crackpot religious agenda; juicing up your Arbitron and Nielsen ratings; hyping your books, and making a terrific career for yourself out of being pretty much wrong about everything.
But don't joke about it, Dwyane. That's...serious.