The only feeling of dread I have ever really had came when I was fighting a fire when I was in the Navy. We couldn't save the guy, not to draw the story out. When we were in the midst of the whole thing, for a brief moment I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach, a dull and throbbing ache, as I realized that if we didn't get control of the beast then it would get control of us, and we would die. The fire made this screeching, sucking sound, it had a mind of its own. Now today, I got that feeling again, in the morning, and I wasn't even fighting a fire [that was 40 years ago]. I just started thinking about the country, the people, and how far we have fallen. That ache came back. I don't like that feeling. I can only hope that some higher power is watching, protecting President Trump, and that we can all live to see a New Republic with him at the helm.