The Democratic primary is what might be generously called a clown show. There are candidates with a serious chance of winning the nomination, and then there are candidates motivated by some combination of self-aggrandisement and the promise of increased book sales and more television appearances.
I am, to my dismay, forced to admit that Marianne Williamson falls into the second category, especially now that she has failed to qualify for the third primary debate. (She could, however, still qualify for the fourth.) On the other hand, never say never: if America could elect as president its uncle who spends his leisure time yelling at the television in 2016, I suppose it could logically follow up on that by electing its dippy wine aunt as president in 2020. But, as that possibility seems increasingly unlikely, we would do well to reflect on her achievements so far.
