Wow, I've been traveling ... doing justice, stamping notary seals and such. I never seem to sleep well away from home. A lot of times I end up falling asleep watching the news and leaving the TV on. Such is life. Last night, I had a crazy dream. It was actually quite scary; in truth, it was a nightmare. It's been a long time since I woke up with the midnight dew.
But on this occasion, I saw on the TV that dictators were all over New York. Where was the military?! Castro praised our president. The Iranian bomb-thrower-in-chief was allowed to speak. Then our president apologized some more, and he attacked Israeli settlements in the West Bank. Then more lunatics took the podium at the U.N.. I know crazy things have happened through the years at the U.N., but this was surreal. Other countries were walking out. But we just stayed. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be real. Thank God I was dreaming. It seemed as though it would never end.
The most amazing part was that this lunatic dictator -- who incredibly was a spitting image of a stoned Shemp Howard -- took the podium and began praising our president, calling him "our son" and all. He went on and on. It was scary, and when I woke I was sweating. The TV was on, replaying the night's cable shows. It was all too real.
At least the last one looked like my favorite Stooge of all time.
At times, we have to take solace in small things.
Thank God that was only a dream, though.
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