I had a dream last night.
I dreamt I saw A.P. Mike at a podium, looking proud and mayoral. He was shirtless, his intricately tattooed chest on full display. A crowd was cheering wildly.
He opened his mouth and spoke these simple but inspiring words: "Because he's fat, and if he sets off that bomb, lots of people are going to die."
The scene now shifts in my dream. I see the ingenious will.i.am in his studio, looping the words over and over: "Because he's fat. Because he's fat. Because he's fat." Drums, strings, and choral vocals fill the space between the words.
I see Bruno S. and Super Dave Osborne, side by side, each with an arm around the other's shoulders, intoning that solemn declaration: "Because he's fat."
The music swells.
I see Steve Ballmer brandishing a pink Zune. He holds its screen up to me: Robert Downey Jr. in camo and blackface. "Because he's fat," they say in unison. Then Downey says a toilet word.
The music grows more intense and soaring.
I see Austin Nichols and Greyson Fletcher surfing down from the heavens, bringing the word from above: "Because he's fat." Nichols, unable to help himself, adds "Butchie instead."
I see the burning letters towering fifty feet high in the air: "BECAUSE HE'S FAT." I see Mikey Halversom's chubby little jowls shaking. I see the bomb that shall not explode -- not if we put it in the careful hands of a good and responsible mayor.
I hear a choir of angels singing to me: "VOTE A.P. MIKE."
The dream ended there. I'm not entirely sure what it means.
(Also, Alicia Keys and that guy from Maroon 5 were in there somewhere. But Mike had nothing to do with that.)