Enough of the apologies already. If racist, ethnic and gay slurs are distasteful to some, what is infinitely more revolting is the contrition, the concession, the confession. Week after week, some bigwig must grovel before all-powerful media in atonement for slipping on the icy slope of alleged bigotry. Paula Deen, the latest celeb to fall on her kebab skewer, summarily received the death sentence from The Food Network and condemnation from media hacks who evidently view themselves as Lords of Civility and Breeding. But anything the media had to say about this culinary diva pales in comparison to her own maudlin admission: “I want to apologize to everybody for the wrong that I’ve done. I want to learn and grow from this.” Gaaaa! Upchuck city. You can forgive her for the drippy atonement on the grounds that she desperately attempted to salvage her career and cash flow, as others before her who fell from grace. Mel Gibson dared to offend Jews, the undisputed world champions of victimization. As Kramer, Michael Richards got away with cavalier insults; in real life, the N word toppled him from doing stand-up faster than one of his signature falls.  Spanish golfer Sergio Garcia fell too, on his chicken bone, and he’s still at risk of eventually losing a lucrative TaylorMade endorsement as well as future economic contracts. They all lamented loose lips and begged forgiveness. And despite Paula’s saccharine admission, the Food Network dropped her like a hot potato (food analogy, get it?) because, you see, her crime was unforgivable. No Southerner dare utter the N word in the midst of a media police state. The N word is so utterly distasteful, even the word Negro is anathema. Evidently, being called Negro is demeaning and being recognized as Black is honorable. To be sure, the Black community demands civility and respect while many of its members tool down city streets, windows down, blasting rap (replete with the N word and countless obscenities, by the way) at decibels that easily penetrate the inner recesses of any bank vault. Black culture is nothing, if not loud (said the racist). Not only did Deen dare to admit having uttered the N word in her past, but at least one sanctimonious pundit said she also had the effrontery to defend contemporary race relations by suggesting race relations in the South are “good… pretty good.” And then, “It will take a long time for it to completely be gone. . . we’re all prejudiced against one thing or another. . . I think black people feel the same prejudice that white people feel.” You look for disrespect or speciousness in her thoughts and see nothing but a candid expression of common sense and essential truth — something celebrities (from the South especially) must avoid like an erection lasting four hours. It’s only a matter of time before the next goal of the PC agenda reaches the halls of Congress and the High Court in the form of a law outlawing Prejudice. Go ahead, say it. Admit you think this is a silly notion. Then remember a thing called the Inquisition. Then remember who happens to be U.S. Attorney General within the Obama kingdom. Any white celebrity who inks a fat contract must learn four crucial lessons: (1) spend your very first “dime” on a PR coach; (2) understand that media practitioners are primarily serial assassins; (3) never get sucked in to discussions about Blacks, Muslims, Gays, Lesbians, Immigration, Roe vs Wade, Anti-Semitism, Contraception, Global Warming or Guns; and (4) lie convincingly and often like his highness, the POTUS. If, however, you happen to have a spine, you may announce with conviction that anyone breathing has biases and prejudices about everything — from people to politics to food to language — everything under God’s sun. You also may dare suggest that individuals deserve the right to express disdain, dislike and even hatred for anything and anyone. And being free, you also accept the criticism and shunning of friends, family and community. And if you happen to be a celeb, you definitely will bear the wrath of the PC Mafia. In her appeasement, however,  Deen forgot one thing — the millions of fans who would stand by her if only she had put aside the bowing and scraping and stood for herself. For its part, The Food Network put its loving arms around what it adores above all else — advertising revenues. You can understand TFN; it’s not personal; it’s business. For Paula, too, it’s business — like the book deal that’s sure to come her way. Only, Paula — please — for the sake of humanity — enough with the apologies.