Jonah Goldberg at National Review has a hilarious piece titled The Fall of House Clinton
Dear Reader (and all ships at sea),
Last night was the traditional National Review smoker on our splendid post-election cruise. This is an ancient tradition, the origins of which stretch back into the mists before time and the stories of a young solo sailor by the name of William F. Buckley Jr. — sweat, sea water, and shark blood glistening off his chest — who settled in to enjoy a relaxing cigar after killing the great white beast with his bare hands.
I bring this up for two reasons. First, to alert the reader that I am feeling a bit hungover from both smoke and spirit alike (so please, stop reading so loudly!); second, because I think I must say goodbye to another great white beast: Bill Clinton — and his remora bride, Hillary.
Goldberg’s writing is pure joy as far as I am concerned. And his is a fitting hail and farewell to flotsam and jetsam.