Sometimes I feel like Al Pacino in Godfather III:

Just when I think I’m out…they pull me back.

Tried, once again, to walk away from my bastard child called Capitol Hill Blue. Failed, once again. The Rant, my on-again, off-again column of the last 10 years, returned today with an appropriately-titled piece called Deja Vu All Over Again.

My 12-step program to free myself from the addiction of writing about politics and life failed. I flunked.

Oh well. It’s still better than drinking.