I really don't like, for obvious reasons, the use of the word "witch" to describe an evil female. If you mean "bitch," then say "bitch," and don't use my religion as a slur. Almost none of the women called "witches" are, in fact, witches, and women who are, in fact, witches generally have nothing at all to do with the stereotype.
That said, I certainly got a, you should pardon the expression, cackle out of the closing line from this story by Rebecca Traister in today's Salon:
But here's a message from the women of New Hampshire, and me, to Hillary Clinton's exuberant media antagonists: You have no power here. Now be gone, before somebody drops a house on you!
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."