You’re not going to read about this anywhere else, because it didn’t really happen — although except for the Reagan part, it’s all true:
One morning in 1984, Ronald Wilson Reagan, the 40th president of the United States, awoke in the White House and shared with his wife Nancy a strange dream he had had the night before.
It was a dream about the coming 25 or 30 years in America. It began when a pot-smoking, draft-dodging, womanizing young man from Arkansas managed to win the Democratic nomination for president and then went on to defeat a genuine war hero who headed the Republican ticket.
This same young man then won a second term by defeating yet another genuine war hero. But he got in trouble by continuing his womanizing in the White House and ended up becoming the first president in 130 years to be impeached.
Then, eight years later, a black man from Chicago, who also admitted to having been a pot smoker (and a cocaine user as well), a man who had very little political experience and whose middle name, Hussein, was the same as the last name of the late despised dictator of Iraq, somehow won the Democratic presidential nomination and went on to defeat still another genuine war hero who headed the Republican ticket.
Then, four years later, this black fellow, the former pot-smoker and cocaine-user with the unfortunate middle name, who had by then become the object of intense disparagement in many quarters, ran for re-election against a man of great wealth, whose campaign coffers were fattened by various men of even greater wealth.
And guess who became the principal surrogate campaigner for this controversial incumbent president. It was the womanizer who had been impeached 13 years earlier. By then, he had somehow become the most popular political figure in America. How unlikely is that?
Well, anyway, the rich guy on the Republican ticket who enjoyed the backing of most other rich guys also was supported by most white folks and most of America’s more devoutly religious folks (including the Catholic hierarchy) and most small-town folks and most Southerners and probably most military veterans and most talk-radio listeners and most of the regular viewers of the most popular cable news channel. But he lost.
The black guy from Chicago, the former pot smoker and cocaine user, got re-elected with more than 300 electoral votes.
My, but President Reagan’s dream was strange! Nancy assured him that stuff like that could never really happen. They both laughed about it and took comfort in their mutual sense that, at that time, it was morning in America.