Shame on Marianne Williamson
It has been a source of bitter irony to me that, now that I have a perfectly lovely one, I learned that if you rearrange the letters in “mother-in-law” you get “woman Hitler.” I could have really used that anagram to good effect in my other marriage.
I suppose I should be careful what I wish for and at least count my blessings that Marianne Williamson was never my mother-in-law. By all accounts she is worse than my previous real one, and she’s running for the Democratic nomination for president of the United States. And as if that isn’t bad enough, her supporters are also glassy-eyed morons.
By the way, if you happen to be a Marianne Marionette then shame on you. Get your head examined, preferably by Dr Dunning or Dr Kruger — or both. Williamson is yet another in a tedious parade of underqualified idiots who thinks she has what it takes to be president because, well, because she says so, that’s why. For an explanation, see the work of the aforementioned doctors.
Williamson attended the formidable and prestigious Pomona College in California. For those of you unused to snarky sarcasm, I’m joking. There she studied theatre and philosophy, which means she took some survey courses. Unable to handle the rigours of elite academic life she dropped out in 1973. She started her “professional” life as a “Spiritual Leader” for the Church of Today, a Unity Church in Warren, Michigan. Then she started writing cheap self help books, at which point she was blessed with the ultimate loser’s lottery: she got discovered by Oprah Winfrey.
Of all the smug, self-important, under-qualified people to run for public office, Marianne Williamson is arguably second only to Donald Trump in her rank unfitness. Not content to leave it there, like Trump, Ms. Williamson is also an asshole.
Former aides confirmed that at least 10 Williamson staffers — nearly half of two dozen — have already quit her campaign in angry disgust in the last three months since she announced her candidacy. Complaints from disgruntled ex-staffers say that the New Age “Secretary of Crystals” has frequent meltdowns into puddles of carpet-biting Hitlerian hysteria. She publicly demeans and abuses people she considers beneath her, which is just about everyone.
Williamson is a veteran of one congressional campaign, where she came in fourth. She has been widely criticised by people who know her. She has been called “wacko,” “a quack,” “scary,” “a joke,” “dangerous,” “bananas,” “bonkers” and “wackadoodle.” The author of “Enchanted Love: The Mystical Power of Intimate Relationships” apparently hasn’t the first clue about how to form actual relationships.
Williamson has already been outed in print for this kind of behaviour but has done absolutely nothing to change it. Again, like Donald Trump, she seems incapable of learning new things, particularly about herself. This makes her especially unfit for the presidency. In fact I will tell you how unfit she is: I find myself wondering how it’s possible that she’s not a Republican. Yes, she really is that bad.
I’ll tell you frankly that if you’re going to vote for this idiot then you yourself are an idiot. Even so, I’m okay with that. Just as long as you vote for Joe Biden when it counts, after Marianne Williamson gets her ass kicked by Joe — clear into next Tuesday. Because that’s what’s going to happen to this tinpot woman Hitler. You don’t have to be a Nostradamus to foresee that. And, as ever, ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, comrades and friends, stay safe.
Robert Harrington is an American expat living in Britain. He is a portrait painter.