I had a dream last night that Barack Obama was riding into a small Western town on a horse. In the town, the people were preparing to welcome their new president by presenting him with a laurel, and hearty handshake. Problem is, they didn’t realize he was black, except for this Gabby Hayes-looking guy up on a rooftop with a spyglass, speaking authentic frontier gibberish (I think it was dubya wearing a fake beard). He saw Obama approaching, and was trying to yell out, “the President’s a n…” but the town’s church bell kept ringing, and they thought he was saying, “the President’s a-comin’!”

Then I woke up, and my bed was filled with Howard Johnson’s ice cream.