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I'm Jeremy Clarkson, Patron St. of Arsoles.

Apparently I'm supposed to make some sort of apology.

Look, I would never have guessed that in fantasizing about violent misogyny,

there was the slightest chance my words might be interpreted as violent misogyny.

I had no idea that my detailed description of pelting Meghan Markle with human feces

might be rare to me wanting to pelting Meghan Markle with human feces.

But I've been a victim of this woke orthodoxy before.

There was that producer who, let me say, never told me that he didn't want to be punched in the face.

The real villain here is cancel culture.

These media hypocrites have all but forced me into silence.

I'll be talking about that with Pierce Morgan on Talk TV.

Then writing about it for the sun.

Hey, where's my coaching effect?

Oh, my God.

Dead ringer.

You're listening to today with me, Martha Carney.

Nick, this is the bit where you say and me, Nick Robinson.

Well, I'm not saying that, Martha.

Nick, why are you wearing a donkey jacket and carrying a placard?

Let's face it, everyone else in the country is on strike,

so we might as well be on strike too.

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