I can't quite shake the feeling that I'm watching one of the thirteen
Halloween films and that
Michael Myers Tom Craddick, though he has been shoved out a third-story window, is going to rise yet again to savage
the naive teenagers the House Democrats, not to mention poor Texas children and most of the rest of the state's population as well -- excepting a few conservative politicians and lobbyists, and thousands of corporate executives.
(Hell of a run-on sentence that was.)
It's still a week before the vote. I think I'll hold off on the cheering until they drive a stake through his heart AND cut off his head, as in Bram Stoker's versions.
Meanwhile
you can raise a
post-New Year's toast with those who are celebrating (I certainly don't mean to rain on anyone else's parade).
