A letter from one of our readers.

Marsha and I don’t have access to TV, so I get most of my news from radio and reading, and occasionally I’ll watch something online. I wanted to both hear and see the president’s State of the Union Address, so I went online Wednesday morning 2-4 am for the address on YouTube. When Trump entered, I enjoyed watching Nancy Bela Lugosi extend her hand and have to pull it back when no handshake was offered. I wish there had been a microphone on her to catch the moronic remarks she made to Mike Pence throughout the address with that stupid smile on her simpleton face. And when she ripped up the pages of the address, she only reaffirmed what a no-class dumb-ass broad she is without the slightest grasp of history being made – like the rest of the Washington Swamp, including the lamestream media. It was hilarious to watch the smug puss-face Democrats refuse to stand or even applaud as the Republicans and most of the audience stood again and again to give frequent standing ovations. It was especially satisfying to see Rush Limbaugh honored as part of the address – up yours, Upchuck Schumer! I thought the address was excellent, and at this point I have no doubt Trump will be reelected with a clear majority of both the popular vote and the Electoral College vote. In view of the sorry assortment of Democrat candidates, I wouldn’t be surprised if he sweeps every state.

I went to bed a little after 4 am, and I had a dream. I dreamed I climbed up the side of a high wooden bridge, and when I climbed over the railing, who was there but President Trump and his entourage. He greeted me cordially and invited me to come along and join him for a drink, which I did. A moment later we were sitting at a table, the president to my right. He was talking (I don’t recall about what), and at one point I responded to something he said, and he shot me a stern side glance. I immediately realized I had interrupted him, and I said, “Oh, I guess you’re not used to being interrupted.” He held his glare for a moment, then broke into a broad grin and patted my hand. “No, I’m not,” he said, “but maybe I should be.” Then he let out a big laugh.

What that means, I have no idea. Perhaps it has something to do with Joel 2:28 and Acts 2:17. Or perhaps it only means I shouldn’t eat spicy food before bedtime. Who knows?