The unseemly side of blogs is sometimes you write stuff that in hindsight is insensitive, stupid, ugly, cold, callous.
Back in January 2008, I wrote:
Someone asked me the other day what I thought of Apple — hammered these past two days on the financial guidance in yesterday’s earning call. My answer was simply: too much risk with Steve Jobs. Only Berkshire Hathaway and Mr. Warren Buffet come close to how important the head honcho is to the company. Something bad happens to El Jobso and Apple takes a nose dive back to earth.
I’m not comfortable with being one bad jet landing away from a 50% drop. Love Apple, respect the hell out of what Jobs has done for it the past 10 years. It is because of that, because I see no one even close to being able to fill his black turtleneck that I avoid Apple. Sure, there’s Keith and Ronny and Charlie but lose Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones just ain’t the Rolling Stones. Apple without Jobs? It was tried before and sucked serious wind.
Now, it seems, Steve’s health is a big discussion.
It’s unseemly. Ugly. Horrible. And I’m talking about what I wrote. It is easy to be so flippant and I took that route seven months ago. But Steve isn’t just the head of Apple. He’s a husband and a father.
Let Henry Blodget write whatever he wants.
I’m sorry for what I wrote. My mea culpa doesn’t absolve but perhaps I will take another second before hitting the “Publish” button next time.
