An apology for crossing the line

Please accept my formal, official and genuine apology for the egregious line-crossing on a mid-October evening in the Year of Russell Wilson; the occurrence of which might have ruffled the feathers of millions, provoked enough askance glances to send the NASDAQ into bear territory, or raised eyebrows such that trans divas in every hemisphere would collapse to their knees. 

I throw myself on the mercy of the officiators, their delegates, and their heirs. 

Please forgive me. I will do everything in my power to make amends.

I will kill for you, if that's what it takes. 

I will subvert.

I will oppress.

You name it, I'll do it.

I love you as much as I love life. You and my life are one, the both, the many. 

You and my life are a Holy Trinity of two things, plus something else to be named later.