I’ve got to stop watching the news before I go to bed. It’s giving me weird dreams.

Before falling asleep the other night, I read the bizarre story of the former head of the Department of Homeland Security’s husband. It’s been revealed that Kristi Noem’s spouse, Bryon had posted pictures of himself with fake boobs and a pouting face.

As I started to doze off with that image in my head, I had a dream.

Our Senator Pete Ricketts was holding a press conference where he admitted he messed up. He admitted that he and the other Senators should have done a better job in vetting Kristi Noem before appointing her to the post. He admitted they should have known about those pictures that made her a potential blackmail target. That she could have been compromised, and foreign agents could have used that information to harm the United States.

When pressed by reporters, the Senator acknowledged that, besides the fact she wasn’t qualified for the job in the first place, her alleged affair with Corey Lewandowski should have been thoroughly investigated, and that bragging about killing her dog might have shown she didn’t have the right temperament for the job.

But the weird dream didn’t stop there.

Deb Fischer started running Television ads begging forgiveness for allowing Pete Hegseth to get anywhere near the Pentagon.

She apologized for not knowing that the Secretary of Defe…err I mean War’s machismo front was a cover for his drunken insecurities. She said it was unfair that he blocked the promotion of two black men and two female soldiers who were in line to become generals. She said she felt especially bad for the qualified women who were blocked from advancing, since, as a woman, she understood what so many women must overcome to achieve their dreams.

The ad mentioned how she was concerned that when Hegseth overruled the Generals who reprimanded the soldiers who flew their helicopters over Kid Rock’s home, it would hurt the morale of the military.

Something we could not afford during the time of the President’s and Hegseth’s poorly planned war.

Then, both Senators Ricketts and Fischer went for a swim with RFK Jr. in toxic creek water.

In my younger days, I dreamt of Hollywood sex symbols, but now Donald Trump was infiltrating my dreams.

He was lying by the pool in Mar-a-Lago with his military-aged son by his side. He was showing Barron the plans of his high-rise presidential library monument. They ordered lobster and caviar while laughing about the price of gas and housing.

All this was going on as Ted Cruz had to get to the end of the long line at the airport to board a plane to Mexico. In Mexico, he was served by English-speaking waiters who had been torn from their families and deported a few months earlier.

My Rapid Eye Movement was strong that night as I was blasted with snippets of farmers who couldn’t get the fertilizer they needed and European allies abandoning the United States to make connections with Russia and China.

My mind raced as soldiers died on the battlefield, unsure of what they were fighting for in the first place.

As morning approached, the Supreme Court was having coffee at a closed-door retreat where it dawned on them that they really messed up giving President Trump so much immunity. Justice Roberts lectured the other members on the bench about how our Founding Fathers put the three separate co-equal branches of government in power to keep a tyrannical president in check.

Then the Justices were joined by Pete Ricketts, Deb Fischer, and countless other Republicans who have always known better but just went along with Trump to get along. Elected officials who thought of themselves as Republicans first and Americans second. They all felt bad about what they helped facilitate and apologized to the younger Americans for leaving them a White House that’s disfigured, and a country that is burdened in debt.

This group of Republican Senators then signed a confession where they admitted that the years of talk about balanced budgets, family values, and efficient government were all just a ruse to push through lower taxes for corporations and the rich.

That’s when I woke up from my dream.

And continued living in this nightmare.

Tom Becka is a long time Nebraska broadcaster who for over 30 years has been covering Omaha and Midwest issues on both radio and TV. He has been a guest on numerous national cable and news shows, filled in for nationally syndicated talk radio programs and Talkers Magazine has recognized him as one of the Top 100 talk show hosts in the country 10 times. Never afraid to ruffle some feathers, his ‘Becka’s Beat’ commentaries can be found online on Youtube and other digital platforms.

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