Big hit on Broadway
Former Gov. Mike Huckabee's lunch Friday with some New York journalists paid off with a lengthy post today on the NY Times' political blog. Not much new to anyone who's been following him -- he's accustomed to being an underdog, he's a social conservative, he's a can-do governor, he's got a book with hope in the title, George Bush is "gutsy" (though he did allow that escalation could be risky.) Etc.
UPDATE: Comments are interesting. Huck takes plenty of flak from Arkansas. But the redoubtable James Boulder is on the defense, as ever.
Comments
Any mention of Huckabuck at this late date is merely political masturbation. Even in these sad times of mental midget leaders, Huck is a real yawn.
The only thing he's running on or for is his jumbo sized ego and his ability to suck up money out of the church folk's sofa cushions. In truth, if Huck was a state, he'd be number 1, since promoting himself and filling his PAC display personal skills that must make Bill Gates jealous.
I did my part as a good American and left my pigeon dropping on the NY Times political blog. If the Times ever gets off their Christmas break and quits filling up space with an easy Huck press release, they'll forget him until time to file his obituary.
Bonus Post!
Thanks to Anne Murray for this song that the ever faithful James Boulder will be singing to his little snowbird, Mike Hucklberry as 2007 rolls along. Hit it James!
Beneath it's snowy mantle cold and clean,
The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green.
The snowbird sings the song he always sings,
And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring.
When I was young my heart was young then, too.
And anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do.
But now I feel such emptiness within,
For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I can't win.
Spread your tiny wings and fly away,
And take the snow back with you where it came from on that day.
The one I love forever is untrue,
And if I could you know that I would fly away with you.
The breeze along the river seems to say,
That he'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay.
So, little snowbird, take me with you when you go,
To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow.
Spread your tiny wings and fly away,
And take the snow back with you where it came from on that day.
The one I love forever is untrue,
And if I could you know that I would fly away with you.
Yeah, if I could I know that I would fly away with you.
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January 13, 2007 02:20 PM
Congrats DBI, your Times post is up and is a good one. Huckabuck is getting a thorough frying, with one apologist I didn't recognize, not James Boulder.
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January 14, 2007 12:44 AM