I don’t point this out as an accusation of plagiarism or metaphor-stealing; I simply note it to point out that Hillary Clinton is now establishing an image that is a double-edged sword at best in campaign watchers that range from the New Yorker to… me.

Your friendly neighborhood campaign correspondent, on the other blog, back on February 20:

The Clintons are like a Terminator. You can’t negotiate with them, they feel no remorse, they feel no empathy, they never stop.
I never wish death upon political enemies. But if the Clintons die, they will come back as ambitious, power-hungry, zombies seeking higher office. (Zombie Bill will argue that only the living are limited to two terms.)
Hillary’s dream of being the first woman president cannot simply lie down quietly and pass from this earth. A stake must be driven into her ambition’s heart, and it must be buried at a crossroads like the old legends of slaying a vampire.

The New Yorker, issue dated March 17:

To watch Hillary Clinton during the final two weeks of the Ohio and Texas primary campaigns, as she defiantly ignored the pronouncements of her political demise and pounded away at her opponent in one more interview, at one more rally, was to bring to mind Jason or Freddy Krueger or the sitting governor of California, those Hollywood cyborgs and zombies who, despite bullets and stakes and explosions, will not under any circumstances be vanquished.