A Mrs. P.T. of South Carolina, who is a longtime reader of this blog and a person of the highest literary and moral worth, has asked me about Hillary Clinton’s predilection for shrieking, screeching, and caterwauling at the gullible souls who come to hear her sock it to a half-addled, elderly socialist, the NRA, Wall Street, Republicans, and other evil life forms. Mrs. P.T. is not alone in her concern over Clintonesque yowling, and yesterday, in connection with a dog story she was telling to a gathering in Nevada, Hillary yapped just like the furry meatloaf that lives next door to me and serenades me whenever I go outside. The yapping was much less objectionable than the screeching, and may be a sign that she’s morphing into some kind of new life form*. In any event, I feel compelled to put in my oar, as the saying goes.