Somehow, I have no idea how, my former Governor Mike Huckabee placed second in the Iowa Republican straw poll. It is not indicative of what the results of the Iowa caucuses will be but it does shed some light on how candidates are shaping up. Huckabee beat John McCain for goodness’ sake! Seriously, no idea how he did it.
My favourite columnist John Brummett wrote about this little event and certain aspects of Huckabee’s sermon/stump speech bear repeating. It’s quite horrific if you ask me. If you can’t tell, I really, really don’t like Mike Huckabee. Note the very last sentence especially.
He stepped up Saturday afternoon and preached his way past Sam Brownback, from Iowa-neighboring Kansas and better-organized for the straw vote. The sermon was vintage Huckabee, engrossing as you heard it, but reduced pretty much to nonsense after you’d had a little time to think about it.
Huckabee extolled America’s devotion to the sanctity of life as exhibited by the earnest search to dig out and save those miners in Utah. His point was that this proves we shouldn’t have abortion.
In America we don’t leave trapped workers to rot. Somehow that supposedly goes to show that women shouldn’t have the right to make choices about their bodies.
Then Huckabee pulled out that handy anecdote he used to good effect at the Central High 40th-year commemoration a decade ago. It’s about taking his daughter to the holocaust museum in Israel, and how she wrote in the guest book: “Why didn’t someone do something?”
Huckabee told the Ames straw voters: You are somebodies and it’s time you did something.
Yes, I am sorry to have to report that Our Boy Mike likened voting against him in a straw vote to murdering millions of Jews.
Yes, he’s somewhat charming. Yes, he appeals to far-right evangelicals because he’s a preacher. But he also cut funding to a very important scholarship programme that helped thousands of Arkansans go to college!! Take your bass guitar (yep, he’s not only a preacher, he’s a ‘rockin’ preacher…barf) and your appalling correlation between voting in a straw poll and the Holocaust and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, Mike.
When you come for a visit I INSIST that you talk to my husband. He is in love with Huckabee. The poor boy has gone silly in the head.
Yet, Huckabee is kinda cute in a dorky way. I liked him better fat though. His suits always look too big now. His head kind of floats around in the neck of his coat.
Let me ask you this: How can I trust someone to run my country when he can’t even hire a tailor?