King Charles arrives at the White House.

I don't know why I find this so charming. I dreamed about King Charles last night. I felt sorry for that poor man somehow.

From Trump's speech: "For nearly two centuries before the revolution, this land was settled and forged by men and women who bore in their souls the blood and noble spirit of the British. Here on a wild and untamed continent, they set loose the ancient English love of liberty and Great Britain’s distinctive sense of glory, destiny, and pride. And that’s what it is: glory, destiny, and pride. The American patriots who pledged their lives to independence in 1776 were the heirs to this majestic inheritance. Their veins ran with Anglo-Saxon courage. Their hearts beat with an English faith in standing firm for what is right, good, and true. In recent years, we’ve often heard it said that America is merely an idea. But the cause of freedom did not simply appear as an intellectual invention of 1776. The American founding was the culmination of hundreds of years of thought, struggle, sweat, blood, and sacrifice on both sides of the Atlantic. Fate drew a long arc from the meadow at Runnymede to the streets of Philadelphia that ran through the lives of people born and bred on the British code that no man should be denied either justice or right.... In the centuries since we won our independence, Americans have had no closer friends than the British. We share that same root. We speak the same language. We hold the same values. And together, our warriors have defended the same extraordinary civilization under twin banners of red, white, and blue...."

I like the part about his mother: "My wonderful mother, Mary MacLeod — Mary MacLeod was born in Stornoway, in the Hebrides. And that’s what they call very serious Scotland. There’s no question about it. Some places they say, 'Well, it wasn’t really Scotland. The Hebrides, that’s real serious Scotland.'... And my mother — I just see it so clearly. She loved, and I told the King this, she loved the royal family and she loved the Queen. And anytime the Queen was involved in a ceremony or anything, my mother would be glued to the television and she’d say, 'Look, Donald, look how beautiful that is.' She really did love the family. But I also remember her saying very clearly, 'Charles — look, young Charles, he’s so cute.' It’s my mother. My mother had a crush on Charles. Can you believe it? Amazing. I wonder what she’s thinking right now...."