“Super Tuesday” is as odd a tradition as any taking place during the years-long freakshow caravan that is our presidential nomination process. Just like its counterparts Shrove, Maundy and Holy Tuesdays, Super Tuesday is a movable feast that arouses ecstasy in some, macabre reflection in others and zealous rage in more than a few. Most of all, it always seems to carry the whiff of slow and painful death about it. On March 1, all primary voters in Alabama, Arkansas, Colorado, Georgia, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Texas, Vermont and Virginia will head to the polls along with registered Republicans from Alaska, North Dakota and Wyoming and Democrats from American Samoa. In their wake, they will leave the carcasses of presidential campaigns that once looked like they might carry momentum all the way to the general election (looking at you, Carson Nation). The only questions are, what will the presidential field look like when the dust settles and how will it affect this big green movement of ours?