Seven years ago when Chris Christie was the new Republican governor of Democratic New Jersey, and Nikki Haley was the new governor of South Carolina, I wrote that they would make a splendid ticket for the 2012 election.

She was magical.

He seemed outsized – the combination of his gargantuan size and bravado advanced the apparently wrong signal. He looked like – but he actually was not — that rare courageous, long-striding politician,  a stranger in a strange land, a muscular Republican surrounded by Democrats.

He crashed during a nutty bridge-closing controversy several years ago.

Later Mr. Christie, public bravado deflated, resembled a flat tire running down the road. He blew a lovely opening. He conspired with himself to torpedo his undiplomatic self out of an influential role in the Trump administration.

Nikki Haley, now our stunningly impressive powerhouse U.N. ambassador, has joined the blue ribbon team of our best-ever ambassadors to that crazy, disgustingly bigoted U.N. circus. Daniel Patrick Moynihan, Jeane Kirkpatrick and John Bolton have welcomed her to the U.N. ambassadorial Hall of Fame.

The boldest star of the Trump White House, Ms. Haley has stood staunchly and spoken out courageously for U.S. interests against the worst demons on earth.

My heart flutters when she stands up for us. She was heroically gallant last week before the U.N.  anti-Semites voted 128-9 to condemn Mr. Trump’s logical, moral transfer of our embassy from nowhere Tel Aviv to Jerusalem.

“America will put our embassy in Jerusalem,” she said. “That is what the American people want us to do, and it is the right thing to do.”

“No vote in the United Nations will make any difference on that. But this vote will make a difference in how Americans view the U.N.”

Nikki Haley has arrived. She may be forced to change her name to President Haley.