I THINK THE CLOCK WAS SITTING AT THREE UNTIL THREE (HOW THE ELECTION RECESS SHOWED HR 5034 THE END OF THE ROAD, FOR NOW)

I am certainly not taking credit for this, but it would seem as though my tirade on HR 5034 last night was a moot point – though I am happy to bellow out my unsavory bile from atop my diluted soapbox any time, day or night. Seems the committee members saw the forest from the trees as the wheels on the wholesalers’ proverbial short bus came off and they could see this bill as nothing more than wanton protectionism.

Usually when I chime in, the band has already unplugged, the gear has been tore down and packed away, and the trucks have been loaded and are pulling out of the lot as my first syllable meets the stale night’s air. Still, thanks to Christine and Angela of CEI for invoking the junkyard dog in me and many others around the blogosphere.

I am not breaking out the champagne just yet though. If there’s one thing a manic late-night news junkie learns, it’s that bills never die, they are simply wraiths trapped beneath the ethers of the Hill, awaiting a resurrection spell by some tired old blowhard in desperate need of a diversionary tactic of the most vapid and extreme kind. To check out the news the Wine Business.com broke, go here.

[Still waiting…]