I had a dream! In Abraham Lincoln's shoes, not!!

Last night I had a dream of Abraham Lincoln, the trigger for which must surely be the abhorrence I am feeling by the transition to power of someone so unworthy to lead our nation as Donald Trump. In the dream, Abraham Lincoln gave me a commendation, and I was filled with the glow of pride to have been recognized by someone of such moral character and noble purpose as Abraham Lincoln. Over the years, I have often thought that the Civil War had never really ended and that the nation's ugly underbelly of racism and bigotry of all kinds was just below the surface. Now, such odious symptoms have been crassly stirred by the sheerest of demagogic rhetoric in an artful game in which the nation surely loses as a whole. Perhaps, tapping into the memory of what Abraham Lincoln brought us through, we might find our way home again. Because, surely Trumpland is a strange country in which many of us have lost our moorings.