A large Black man just came up to me with tears in his eyes, saying, "I wasn't going to vote for Trump, but now that he was shot at, I am."

And then he curled up into the fetal position and wept. A crowd of converted Democrats came up around him and prayed, and a shaft of light shot down as heaven itself parted.

A voice from the sky declared, "I have spared my son for great things," and then an image of Trump appeared, shining iridescently.