Scarier than any Stephen King novel, scarier than the latest economic forecasts, scarier even than the prospect of another Obama term (well, almost), comes the latest news from my spies in Gotham City.

My spies, you say? Yes, it has been known for well more than a century that Alligators live in the sewers and tunnels of New York. In fact, many of them walk upright in business suits on Wall Street and Madison Avenue. But that's another story. Point being that I have reliable information about one of the most incredible occurrences in its nascent stage. Such a happening will confound most of the scientific community: the Arising of the Undead in Gotham City (aka the Big Apple).

This story revolves about an...well, let me give you the antecedents first. And a definition: Undead = a living being killed in front of your eyes, who then arises taking on new life. One of the the theories to explain this is that the Undead person sucks life out of a living being, killing it while preserving itself. The Undead Hillary has sucked the life out of hundreds of thousands, so she'll be around for centuries--ugh, maybe millennia.

Present circumstances in Gotham City, a metropolis in decay, sinking into pot holes and portions of the East River. Mayor Bumbling DiBlasio seems to have been promoted above his level of competence a la Peter Principle. Some may argue that he ever had a level of competence. Councilman and Senator Chuckles Schemer has been preparing the way for the emergence of the Undead (many of whom are known as persons in the Democratic Party). He, with the help Mr. Danger (aka Anthony, long dog Weiner) have cleared away many obstacles by massive deflection.

It may not be realized by many of you, yet, that Hillary Clinton is undead. First, many saw her die at the 9/11 ceremony in Gotham City. There is proof (something which so far have evaded detection by our feared 17 intelligence agencies.*

*Some of you handy with ability to count will find the listing only contains 16 agencies but that is because one is SO Secret, none of the other agencies know about it--but Obama does.

The other deadly event in the Undead Hillary's career that surely would have killed off a mere mortal was being crushed by a yellow-haired orangutang on November 8, 2016. In fact there are literally millions of witnesses to that seemingly mortal event.

Suddenly, the ground trembles as Hillary applies a fresh layer of makeup to hide her zombie pallor and she has her track shoes on. Hillary is going to run for Mayor of Gotham City!

But you say, she's a billion dollar loser ($1.2 B actually). Why would anybody want to bet on that nag? Hillary will make a donation to her efforts from the CGI (Clinton Gouging Initiative) to her favorite charity: herself. Do you think she'll let her ego get in the way. Her lust for power is inversely proportional to her morality (which means...well, you figure it out).

I was shocked. But having seen Medusa arise once from the dead on 9/11, I cannot say it was a total surprise.

All of this brings me back to my childhood, with tales of Edgar Allen Poe, Mary Shelley, Batman and Robin. No, even earlier than that. Remember the book used for many of us in learning to read? You know the one with Dick, Jane, and Spot? Yes, that's the one. I will now end this essay with an appropriate quotation from that book, which remarkably well expresses the feelings of many.

Dick: "Run, Hillary, run! Look, Jane, look. See Hillary run!:

Jane: "Don't be a Dick!"