Welcome back Lib. Now about those lighthouses…
Glad you’re back. You were away? 
Jeez, UncleBeer, the guy comes to us, begging, bowing and scraping, contrite and all, with an articulate apology, and you hit him with that? If he’s in the wrong forum, why not just move it?
:wally
No need to answer. I just had to say it. I’ll go quietly now. 
Libertarian, when I was a young pup sniffing about these boards, you were one of the people I admired most and sought to emulate. I can’t tell you how much of a privilege it was to call you last winter and finally meet you voice-to-voice, even if the reason I called wasn’t one either of us would have chosen. I smiled when I saw your post this morning, as I am now. It is good to see a man of honor back on these boards.
Welcome home. You’ve been missed.
CJ
We’ve all had to learn things through life’s experiences.
Welcome back, friend.
F_X
I knew you were a good guy. But I didn’t realize you had so much class. I don’t think, if I ever got into a position such as you had, that I would be able to make an apology. I’m just too bigheaded.
I salute you, Libertarian.
Libetarian, none of us are perfect. We all make mistakes. So the true measure of a person is whether they learn from their mistakes and act to correct them.
Lib, you’re a good man; nobody knows that better than me! And it took real class to make that public apology.
But this is your online home, and I think you know the definition of “home.” Welcome back!
I’d have more to say, but there’s a guy from Toledo over there with a nightstick. 
Nicely said. Welcome back.
Haj
Did you bring pie?
Really, how you acted on the other board and how badly you fell says how much you actually love this place and its members. Life’s full of these lessons and I’m glad you had something you could cling to and bring you back from those depths.
So, really, did you bring back any pie?
Welcome, again.
Glad for you. But I trust the man, not the god. Don’t sell yourself short.
Oh, stop being so melodramatic you daft apeth (*N. Brit. Eng., slang, affectionate).
Just smile and relax. You are in the company of friends, and friends give each other enormous latitude in each other’s behaviour, to the extent that the one who feels mortified and ultra-apologetic about a given episode is often surprised to find that his friends think nothing of it, and all is as though he’d never left.
As some fellow scousers once said, All you need is love.
Sorry, Lib, but I can’t buy it. I’ve watched you go through this cycle too many times before, and I expect I’ll be watching it again.
I’m sure you mean well, every time you come through this part of the cycle, but by now you should at least be aware that it’s a cycle, and that the phase with the public penitence is inevitably followed by the usual behavior that ultimately leaves you feeling the need to once again exhibit public penitence.
My advice, which you can take as you will, is: next time, skip the public apologies/abasement/whatever. If there are particular people who deserve apologies from you, that’s what email is for. But otherwise, just quietly try to do better, and leave us out of the evangelical fall-and-repentance drama you’ve ensconced yourself in.
You might even consider leaving yourself out of it, next time; IMHO, the whole righteousness/backsliding/repentance view of the role of sin in the life of the Christian is pathological rather than healthy. YMMV.
And, on absence-of-preview, I’d say that SentientMeat has a good point. Relax a bit; don’t take the whole thing so seriously. You may not be completely among friends here, but you certainly have friends here. And even those of us who aren’t particularly fond of you have other things to do than to think about you, except when you make yourself the issue, as you are doing here.
And remember that this board is much bigger than it used to be; you don’t need to apologize to the whole shebang, because no matter how many posts you have, there are many people who post here who are completely oblivious to you. There’s room here to make new friends and new beginnings continuously. So don’t make a big to-do about it; just get on with it.
Thank God RT said that, because I was just about to.
Lib, you need to chill out like nobody I have ever dealt with online. Not only do you get so intensely wrapped up in cyberspace that you grovel to be allowed to post here, but you can’t even control your emotions enough to begin with on a message board to keep you from getting in trouble again.
You must be the guy in the office that folks at the watercooler place bets on you throwing yourself out a window.
Guess what? This is a message board. Nothing happens here in real time or within sight or sound of anyone else who will likely read it. You have - literally - your entire life to sit down and think before you spaz out and post something you might regret.
I know you’re a smart guy and people value your opinion and insight, but if you honestly have nothing better to worry about in a day than if you upset somebody on the other side of the planet with an ill-conceived rant you thoughtlessly spouted off online, you can take care of my two-year-old for a little while and see how much it really matters.
I third the message of relaxation. I’m a relative newbie here, and I’ve already seen this sort of thing happen several times. If something someone posted upset you, breathe deeply and think of fluffy bunnies before replying.
It’s good to have you back. Now, there’s this modal ontological argument I’ve been meaning to ask someone about…
Don’t make me come over there, robert :).
Daniel
Welcome back LIB;
…and I thought I was good with words.
Gotta get this in though;
SENTIENT MEAT: It’s Ha’porth, abbrev for halfpennyworth
I suppose you’re rooting that, upon Lib’s return to the SDMB, a unspoken, torrid feeling of love comes to him. Overtaken by these feelings, Lib begins to post often in the Pit, to gain whatever attention he can, from the object of his lust. Lynn however, is not immediately swayed by his interest, and instead, rejects Lib and goes off to marry John Corrado, only to find him to be an abusive, evil drunk who loses his moderatorship to Lib in an all-night drunken poker game. Lynn, taken aback by this awful turn of events, must learn to tolerate, nay, celebrate, the presence of Lib. Soon the hatred turns to concern, which then turns into a roaring bonfire of passion, a passion that can threatens to engulf them both. A passion that speaks of pain and loss. A passion that shouts of fire. A passion that SCREAMS of love. After one unquenchable night, Lynn flees in the early morning, only to find that Lib had posted a joke thread in the Pit. She has no choice to turn her back on her passion, and do what must be done.
Heck, I’d pay to see it.
Bronte tu, Hamlet?