Last week while I was in the big town getting my eyes examined I blew the budget on frivolity. At Wal-Mart there were these double-feature DVDs of the Harry Potter movies in the sale rack, and I bought one of each.
I saw the earlier movies in the theater with my daughter years ago, but didn’t keep up with the later ones. So the last few films were new to me. And boy, did they get dark.
Anyway, in the later ones there was this villain:
I’d never seen the movie before, but I swear that character seemed awfully familiar. Perhaps appropriately, it was while shit-shoveling this morning that it came to me where I’d seen that woman before. A chill ran through me. It all began to make sense at last!
So is Dianne Feinstein really a fictional witch dreamed up by an (obviously evil and demented) English author, or is Dolores Umbridge really an English witch pretending to be an American politician? Either way, it doesn’t look good for our heroes.
It occurs to me I’m probably not the first person to make this connection, just a few years behind the times as usual.