WaPo steals Hillary-as-Ex-Parrot idea

I had a less exalted version of Rod's discovery of a copycat use of a Python analog to Mrs. Clinton when, after mentioning in that previous thread another Clinton analogy, to the Black Knight sketch from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, in which said jouster refuses defeat even after being hacked to a torso: one of the commenters at the YouTube clip wrote "H I L L A R Y !", echoed by others.

"The Oscar Wilde sketch"

ibras.dk/montypython/episode39.htm#4

youtube.com/watch?v=1-4UL9_bZFQ

suggests itself, too. Shaw, Wilde and Whistler are engaged at a party in their accustomed verbal one-upsmanship when the visiting Prince arrives. The three wits then turn their art to tossing off apparent insults at the incredulous Prince, and attributing it to the next conspirator, who is expected to interpret it with imaginative license as a compliment. Let us see whether Mrs. Clinton makes her exit with better grace than did the dramatist Mencken once called "The Ulster Polonius":

Oscar Your Majesty is like a big jam doughnut with cream on the top.
Prince I beg your pardon?
Oscar Um ... It was one of Whistler's.
Whistler I never said that.
Oscar You did, James, you did.
The Prince of Wales stares expectantly at Whistler.
Whistler ... Well, Your Highness, what I meant was that, like a doughnut, um, your arrival gives us pleasure and your departure only makes us hungry for more. (laughter) Your Highness, you are also like a stream of bat's piss.
Prince What?
Whistler It was one of Wilde's. One of Wilde's.
Oscar It sodding was not! It was Shaw!
Shaw I ... I merely meant, Your Majesty, that you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
Prince (accepting the compliment) Oh.
Oscar (to Whistler) Right. Right? (to Prince) Your Majesty is like a dose of clap.
Whistler Before you arrive - before you arrive is pleasure, and after is a pain in the dong.
Prince What?
Oscar and Whistler One of Shaw's, one of Shaw's.
Shaw You bastards. Um ... what I meant, Your Majesty, what I meant ...
Oscar We've got him, Jim.
Whistler Come on, Shaw-y.
Oscar Come on, Shaw-y.
Shaw I merely meant ...
Oscar Come on, Shaw-y.
Whistler Let's have a bit of wit, then, man.
Oscar Come on, Shaw-y.
Shaw (blows a raspberry)
The Prince shakes Shaw's hand. Laughter all round.

Or she could be the "I don't want to go on the cart" guy from the famous "Bring out your dead" scene...

However, I suspect she may just end up being the guy who says "I'm Brian of Nazareth" before anyone else does, and gets taken down from the cross by the soldiers.

Never, never EVER count a Clinton out.