Let me quote from a classic, with Sunday Sales as the Wicked Witch of the East (and the bane of the Senate’s existance):
As mayor of the Munchkin City
In the county of the land of Oz
I welcome you most regally
But we’ve got to verify it legally
Is morally, ethically
Undeniably and reliably dead!
As Coroner, I thoroughly examined her
And she’s not only merely dead,
She’s really most sincerely dead
It didn’t have a House fall on it. It had a Senate cave. Regardless, the votes aren’t there, so no one will be on record this year.
Grieve as you will, but we’ve wasted enough pixels on this one, AGAIN, this year. The can is kicked down the road, the issue, unresolved.
Time to have your favorite Senator start answering tough questions on water, transportation, education, HOPE, and the budget.
My guess is they’ll respond with Guns, anti-gambling, and implanted microchips.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.