Let’s move on, Rob Ford says.

The mayor has finally admitted what he’s stubbornly denied for months, that he has indeed smoked crack. He’s apologized profusely and emotionally. He has promised he will “never, ever, ever” make these mistakes again. And like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he believes a belated sorry is enough. “All I can do now is apologize and move on.”

Not so fast.

The “bunch of maggots” were right, after all, about his illegal drug use. But coming clean on his smoking crack is hardly the end of the story. It’s only the beginning. Doing crack during one of his various “drunken stupors” is actually the least egregious of the question marks that have been hanging over the circus that is our mayor.

He has a lot more explaining to do and there are many, many more questions he has not even begun to address.

Shall we begin with the company he keeps? Mayor Ford, why do you consort with alleged criminals and scoundrels?

Why was the chief magistrate of this city hanging out at a known crack den with gangbangers? The Rexdale bungalow, where Ford was photographed with three men tied to the Dixon City Bloods, was under police surveillance during a guns and drugs investigation and is the home of Ford’s high school buddy.

That infamous photo was used to convince Gawker and the Toronto Star that the cellphone crack video being offered up for sale was legit. But sometime after the filming of that video and the taking of that picture, two of the men posing with Ford were gunned down, one of them fatally. What can the mayor tell us about any link between the video and the shooting of Anthony Smith?

And what does he know about that drug house being attacked in a home invasion just days after the story broke and Ford staffers were reportedly scrambling to get their hands on the embarrassing footage?

Which brings us to his rather peculiar relationship with Alexander “Sandro” Lisi. Mr. Mayor, why would you have a character like Lisi — an alleged drug dealer with convictions for uttering death threats against women — running your errands and driving you around? And what exactly was in those mysterious packages he was seen giving you?

Ford hasn’t explained why he was captured on Toronto Police surveillance meeting Lisi for hand offs in deserted school parking lots and gas stations. What was going on during that bizarre rendezvous at an Esso near Ford’s home where the mayor busied himself in the washroom while Lisi skulked outside and placed an envelope in his Escalade?

Mayor Ford, were you involved in an attempted cover-up?

Did he instruct his staff — and especially Lisi — to get hold of that crack video once he learned from Gawker that the damaging story was about to go online? Was Lisi acting alone when he allegedly made the overtures that now form the basis of his extortion charge? How and why did Ford’s staffers think the video could be found at a Dixon Road apartment complex?

Mr. Mayor, who are you, really?

He has made a career billing himself as a man of the people, a caring mayor who has donated so much time and effort to coaching at-risk youth. And yet this notorious video allegedly has Ford spurting racist and homophobic slurs. That is yet another crushing detail he hasn’t bothered to address or explain.

And what of the lies you’ve been spinning for months, Your Worship?

Even about that, he fibs and falsifies. He repeatedly said the video didn’t exist and that he’d never done crack. But Ford now insists he wasn’t telling bald faced lies, over and over again, it was just that reporters were asking the wrong questions. Silly media.

He thinks he’s done enough; he thinks he should be forgiven. But there is still too much that the mayor hasn’t explained.

“Folks, I have nothing left to hide,” Ford blindly declares as he throws himself at the feet of Toronto, expecting us to believe yet another untruth.

But if that were so, one last question: Mr. Mayor, why won’t you speak to the police?

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