Joanie seemed to lose connection to the world when her beloved daughter died of cancer.  Suddenly, Joanie was 88 years old.  Much of the day she lies in bed, her thin limbs gleaming white wisps.  But sometimes she can be coaxed to her porch, which is usually invitation only.  There she lights a cigarette and, in a gravelly New York drawl, tells the stories of her life, which she has lived as a conversation with God.

Joanie tells about meeting Eleanor Roosevelt at the Ethical Culture Society in New York.  Mrs. Roosevelt selected Joanie for more get-togethers at the first lady's New York apartment.

Joanie remembers she was sent away to summer camp so her parents could do their own thing.  She recalls that one of her bunkmates at camp was a skinny girl with long, stringy hair named Barbara Walters.  She and Barbara would sit on the floor in their bunk, whispering and laughing, reading letters from the celebrities who frequented Barbara's father's nightclub.

Joanie wanted to be an actress.  Her father told her he would pay for NYU drama school as long as she also got a teaching certificate.  She agreed to the bargain.  Joanie wanted to be as independent as possible, so she found a 6'-by-6' room for $7.50 a week, walking distance to NYU.  When her father saw the room, he said, "For crying out loud, they give you better cells at Sing Sing."

One day Joanie was walking to a dress rehearsal, struggling to carry packages and props in her small arms.  A tall man walking ahead of her turned and asked in a polite voice, "Can I help you carry anything?"  He introduced himself.  His name was Henry Fonda.  They talked keenly about their voices and their craft.

Eventually, practicalities prompted Joanie to move to Queens.  One day when she was out walking her doggie, a cute blond boy came up to her and asked if he could walk the doggie with her.  His father owned the apartment building where Joanie was living.  She recalls, "I had an immediate heart connection to Donald Trump.  He is good.  I know he is good.  He is doing God's work."

Joanie worked as a classroom teacher for only a few years.  Given her mix of childlike astonishment and firmness with a touch a fire, she was quickly grabbed up into administration.  She chose to work for the United Federation of Teachers, right-hand man to Albert Shanker.  In the '60s, when qualified white educators were being thrown out of predominantly black schools in Brooklyn and Queens, Joanie was welcome everywhere.  She spent her adult life in the unremitting forefront of left-wing Democrat politics.  Yet Joanie says, "I can't look at her.  I know she is evil," referring to Hillary Clinton.

Joanie gets impatient when asked about what she means by Hillary being evil.  She snaps back, "I just know."

It is said that hypocrisy is the most pitiable state, that even God can't reach a hypocrite.  This is because weakness – some call it sin – comes straight from a wavering heart, but hypocrisy wraps round and round the heart, making it almost impossible to enter.  Is this what Joanie is seeing in Hillary?  Hillary Clinton has been engulfed in hypocrisy for so long, it seems without the scandals she would have no narrative at all.  Hillary is doubly untouchable.  She is untouchable in being placed above the law, and her corruption has also made her untouchable to the people on the level of the heart.

Whether the voter is informed or misguided by the mainstream media, electing the president comes down to the level of the heart.  Unless the Democrats steal the election through fraud, Hillary will have a very bad day next November.