The American Spectator

Since James Taranto is on vacation this week, I’ll call one of his “metaphor alerts” on Camille Paglia’s Salon column this week. Not only does she open with a sequence of three (or is is four?) straight movie references, she follows up with passages like this one, describing the Clintons:

Why wouldn’t they play smiley-face rope-a-dope now and smash-mouth alley-and-ambush fisticuffs right to the bitter end — meaning the convention in August? It’s now or never for Ms. Hill. Even if Obama loses this fall, there’s no guarantee whatever that she would win the Democratic nomination in 2012. That hoss will have been around the rodeo way too many times. The infusion of fresh new blood into the party — especially women governors — has already started. Who will want to resurrect all those 1990s mummies?

Republican operatives have been salivating for Hillary to be the nominee. Her vainglorious claim to have been fully “vetted” is ludicrous. She and her husband left a mountain of manure in Little Rock and Washington that hasn’t even begun to be thrown.

I probably missed a few.