Checks and Balances are Good

Let your journey into hugeness teach us all a lesson. Absolute power is a sticky
wicket. And, Arthur, chum, you were the stickiest. Don't you get it, good
friend?

Some of the best things come in small packages. But large things can't.
Unless they're inflatable, or require some assembly, or unless they're hearts.
Yes, giant, juicy, loving hearts. As big as the moon, but much, much warmer.

Honk If You Love Justice!

Good day, fellow citizens!

A Presidential race is a long, brutal course littered with the banana peels of past indiscretions and the potholes of empty campaign promises. Inexperienced runners find out quickly that a backpack full of sincere values is far heavier than the logos of corporate sponsors and magic running shoes of special interest groups.

What we need is a candidate mighty enough to carry the American Public on his back while throwing the Elbow of Justice to those runners juiced-up by the steroids of media hype and opinion polls.

We need a runner that does not need to draft behind partisan platitudes or fundamentalist fervor; one whose speed comes from massive quadracepts of Truth.

Does there exist such a runner who needs neither the right-wing nor left-wing to fly?

Indeed there does, and that runner is: The Tick!

Come bask is the warm, shiny glow of The Tick's smooth-brained wisdom.