I grimaced. I honestly had not intended to be political. But, why slap myself now? The article had been published.. Like some Freudian Slip, a part of me had secretly betrayed myself.
The moral here, I suppose, is that we are not as perfect as we imagine ourselves to be. This choice of illustration was not really meant to reveal some other external issue, and I apologize for its inclusion. However, the issue it has revealed is not imaginary, and deserves to be raised in a separate article. If I happen upon such an article I will include it here.
