It is perhaps unsurprising that the only Democratic presidential candidate seemingly in touch with the cosmos between her ears sounds like the lovechild of Jim Morrison and Gloria Steinem.

Marianne Williamson is indeed “eccentric.” Which, in Britain, is a charitable adjective bestowed upon the unhinged yet endearing. Those friends whom you regard as utterly mental. But a fun, puckish mental.

Williamson, in her psychedelic splendor, might have entranced Americans and Brits alike with her zany New Ageism, but she, at least, is vaguely in communion with the vapors issuing from her mouth.

She is a “character.” Another Britishism for “batshit,” usually reserved for old and clinging friends with whom you’ve ceased to share anything in common, a strange glue attaching loyalty.

One such character and friend of mine once dunked his penis into the helpless pint of a patron of a bougie gastropub in which neither of us was thenceforth welcome. The ensuing pandemonium was diffused with that adjectival social antidote: “Oh, never mind him. He is a character.”

At least characters are amusing. Nobody on either Democratic debate stage earned that title. Except Williamson.

But the moonbeam acquiesced to the rising star. Senator Kamala Harris (D-Calif.) last week adulterated frontrunner Joe Biden’s allegedly insurmountable lead, now running just two clicks behind.

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