Sometimes in the heat of the moment you don’t choose the right words. I’ve done that and, believe it or not, I regret it.
This is a classic alpha male apology. So much reframing goodness.
“heat of the moment” = “I’m a passionate untamed man”
“don’t choose the right words” = “the substance of what I said is essentially correct”
“I regret it” = “I’m not apologizing to you; I’m apologizing to myself”
All of it delivered with a cheeky, insouciant self-knowing smirkitude that yields no ground to his enemies, and ends with a sincere, reassuring, intimacy-building promise.
Trump just did the equivalent of blowing through a girl’s player-wary anti-slut defense and making himself attainable.
Trump is a master of improvisation. He connects with the people. His Game is tight. He will win in November and, I’m going on record here, it won’t be close.