Marianne Williamson
Ms. Williamson’s emergence as a Democratic candidate in the 2020 campaign already seemed lifted from supermarket tabloids: the motivational guru versus the reality TV president. Ms. Williamson’s start in the debates has been shaky, but there were some breakout moments. Then her dramatic closing. “Mr. President, if you’re listening, I want you to hear me, please: You have harnessed fear for political purposes, and only love can cast that out.”
She went on, building now: “I’m going to harness love for political purposes. I will meet you on that field. And, sir, love will win.”
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Alone above the discord floats a maiden fair and mild;
she isn't any dreamer and is not easily beguiled.
She comes to show the peaceful path of love and understanding;
her platform isn't strident (nor is it too demanding.)
She fights the wickedness of men with smiles and new age crystals;
her heart will power world-wide peace, deleting bombs and pistols.
Her guideposts are the tenets of a New York mystic swami,
who channeled gods and wrote a book that many have called balmy.
But Marianne the Earnest is not easily dismayed;
her soul is clad in platinum, her feet are shod in jade.
If angels don't attend her, it's because she has no need
for outside inspiration as to glory she does speed.
Her beads are made of sandalwood, her head is made of oak;
if you walk a mile with her you just might lose your cloak.
Miracles do pour from her, like mighty cataracts;
she never heeds false slander (and campaigns above the facts.)
Adherents march along with her; their numbers grow like weeds;
they think of her revival talk as blending many creeds.
And will she win, this shining star amidst the brooding gloom?
Do birds wear gloves, can trees jump rope, will skunks now squirt perfume?
