Sometimes the Cynic In Me is Silenced

Do you remember that scene in Lord of the Rings when the sharp-toothed hordes of Isengard stood at the gates of Helm's Deep?  Those dudes wanted to kill every man and literally eat the women and children.  Gobble them up.  Pretty scary.  Looked like this ...

And then, just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it started to rain?  Crikeys.

Anyway, roughly this same scene has been playing out in Washington DC for the last couple of years.  The men defending Helm's Deep are of course, in real life, the men responsible for crafting the so-called Volcker Rule.  And all those fucking Orcs?  They're the lobbyists hired by banks to make sure that if such a set of regulations ever became law they would be so watered down and full of holes as to be completely useless.

Hell, I even painted the event (I'm sorry it looks like a goose.  I didn't mean for it to) ...

And yet now, as the Volcker Rule moves closer and closer to becoming law, it looks as if I might have been wrong.  It looks like the confederation of Elves and Men may have victory within their grasp.

"Look to my coming

on the first light

of the fifth day.

At dawn look to the east."

Who said that?  Doesn't matter.  Of course, shit can still happen.  There is still a lot of writing to be done, and the devil is in the details.

I thought God was in the details.
They're both in the details.
Oh.

As I said, the devil is in the details.  But a man can be sanguine, can't he.  Whatever that means.