All Apologies Dr. Wanis

Subject: Apology & Explanation, Dr. Wanis

Dear Dr. Wanis,

I want to sincerely apologize for wearing the Lucifer Angels baseball hat. I understand how it may have come across, and I assure you, it wasn’t meant as a statement of belief or defiance. It was a move in a larger game—one that involved Kevin Cuthbert and a chess match between me and the so-called Japanese messiah.

Kevin asked for the hat. I knew what he wanted, and I knew what it symbolized in his mind. So I took it first—not to wear it with pride, but to thwart him. Sometimes, the best way to throw off an opponent is to take the move they think they own.

But that game is over now. I’ve got a Mike Trout hat instead. A better fit, a better name. No more symbols that can be twisted, no more unnecessary controversy. Just baseball.

And, while I’m apologizing, I need to say sorry for breaking your computer. I was frustrated—frustrated that you wouldn’t study my Revelation. I believed I had something important to share, and when I felt dismissed, I let my anger get the better of me. That wasn’t right.

I let my emotions take control, and I regret it. You didn’t deserve that.

I hope you can forgive me for both. I still respect you, and I still believe in the work you do.

Sincerely,
Joe Jukic

An Apology to Dr. Lazar

Subject: Apology & A Question, Dr. Lazar

Dear Dr. Lazar,

I want to sincerely apologize for losing my temper. It wasn’t right, and I know that. But I need you to understand where I was coming from. The Terminator once said, anger is more useful than despair, and maybe that thought got the better of me.

But let me ask you, doctor—what would you do if the woman you loved was sick, and the doctors didn’t do their jobs? If they kept pushing medicine for profit instead of following Hippocrates’ wisdom—let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food? What if they ignored real healing, simply because there was no money in it?

I know you’re a good man. And I know you’ve dedicated your life to helping people. But you must see what’s happening. Too many suffer because the system isn’t built to heal—it’s built to profit.

I hope you understand where I’m coming from. I lost my temper because I care. And I believe you care too.

Sincerely,
Joe Jukic

My Apology to the Mayor

Dear Mayor Gregor Robertson,

I want to take a moment to sincerely apologize for a mean-spirited tweet I directed at you in the past. It was not fair, and I regret letting my frustration get the better of me.

When I was a teenager, playing SimCity, I dreamed of being a mayor—of building a city that worked for everyone, where no one was left behind. That dream stayed with me into adulthood, which is why I cared so much about the promises made to our most vulnerable—our homeless, our Aboriginal communities, and our veterans. When I saw those promises fall short, it hit me hard. Maybe too hard.

Another deep frustration I carried was the unbearable noise of the SkyTrain outside my home. I wished our city had the resources to transition to a maglev system, something quieter, something future-focused. The constant noise has been difficult for my family, and as much as I try to endure it, I can’t deny how much it’s impacted us.

I also want to acknowledge something personal. I am not mentally ill, but I do live with PTSD from my time in the former Yugoslavia during the war. The stress, the memories, and the feeling of helplessness in the face of things beyond my control sometimes bubble up in ways I don’t intend. That doesn’t excuse my words, but I hope it explains where they came from.

I respect the work you’ve done for our city, even if I haven’t always agreed with everything. I know leadership is not easy, and I recognize that you’ve had to make difficult decisions. Once again, I truly apologize for my harsh words. I wish you all the best.

Sincerely,
Joe Jukic