Presidential Morphesus*
"Super Tuesday" voter frenzy was infectious on the streets of San Francisco. Roving slogan-shouting, sign-waving revelers got the attention of horn-honking motorists and high-fiving passersby. Okay so all of this fervor was a good thing for the candidates - right?
The candidates!? Who are those people anyway? What do they stand for? Just whose sides are they on? Under fire, who would be the first to cry "Uncle?"

The most interesting - and amazing - candidate would be McClintonhuckabama. Yeah. Now here's someone bringing something new, different, mysterious and powerful. Here's a leader with strong political roots and innocence; an all-American bad-ass good-guy with good looks, intelligence and inspiring, articulate speech. A gun-toting, bedtime story-telling, cookie-baking, sympathy-gathering, smooth-talking, money-raising hellion. Yeah.

Put this guy in the White House, and things are definitely gonna change. Deficit? What deficit? Crime? What crime? Healthcare? Who's sick?

Look out world. Watch your backs Al-Qaeda. Yeah.

*In Ovid's Metamorphoses, the god of dreams.