There was a TV show when I was kid — "That Was the Week That Was." I used to love that show, and I think I just lived it.
That Monday night commentary about Missouri's Michael Sam has resonated with people around the world, and I'm honestly still trying to figure out why why.
I didn't want to talk about this tonight, I really didn't. (Even I'm getting tired of talking and reading about me, and I didn't think there would ever be such a day.)
But the response deserves a response.
I have heard from people in almost every state in the union; from Japan; Canada; London; Africa; Tel Aviv and Cape Town.
Even Rush Limbaugh said that he thought I made a lot of good points. (Great... now I've got to re-think and re-write the whole thing.)
But it is somewhat disappointing that so many people begin with saying they were surprised by what I had to say. They were almost shocked that an old white guy — especially an old white guy in Texas — would write what they then say was such an eloquent and beautiful message about tolerance in our society.
I don' think it was all that, I really don't. But I think a lot of people judge me by how I look and where I'm from, and then when they hear what they like, I'm on the "Ellen" show.
I think I'm the Susan Boyle of commentary writing.
The response has been overwhelmingly positive... but not all of it.
I have heard from a lot of Christians who supported the message and speak with a moderate voice... and too many Christians who don't. But to those who say I will burn in hell, and all the gays will burn there with me, I know this, and I have no doubt about this: Come Judgment Day, there's a rude awakening coming for one of us.
A local man says I have ruined my legacy, but to enjoy my 15 minutes because it's just about up.
I don't worry about a legacy, and I have no doubt that my 15 minutes will end.
But what an incredible 15 minutes it has been, and I thank each and every one of you for that.
That was the week that was... and I just lived it.