Metaphoria

In today's Wall Street Journal, Peggy Noonan says the current health care bill "will now get lost in the mists and disappear. It is a collapsed souffle in an unused kitchen in the back of an empty house."

And over at The New York Times, Linda Greenhouse is asking "where will the court's raging judicial hormones lead it next, now that it has experienced the joy of overturning?"

Ah, metaphor.

I once recommended to the president of a broadcasting company that he sell his 27 barely break-even radio stations and focus on his seven TV stations that were making hundreds of millions of dollars. But to give it a little extra kick, what I wrote was "Let's take all these radio stations, put them in a paper bag, drop it on someone's front porch, set fire to it, ring the doorbell, and run." He stared at me for a long time, and then he put me on retainer.