Normally I’m an admirer of anyone who can drop 100-plus pounds without the help of a chainsaw and a few beers, but former Arkansas Governor Huckabee is giving me pause.
He struck me initially as an amusing goof with a name unlikely to sound good after the word “President.”
He next appeared on my radar when he was one of three Republican candidates to raise their hands in response to the question “Are any of you dumb enough to doubt the scientific fact of evolution?”
(Okay that wasn’t the exact wording but the gist was there.)
Mike was joined by Sam Brownback who has since quit the race and Tom Tancredo who sounds vaguely like a brand of gin.
I figured that was it for Mike among serious people, but I forgot the GOP faithful are serious mostly about frivolous things:
- Is my gun bigger than yours?
- Was Jesus white or whiter than white?
- If I vote to give tax cuts to billionaires will they autograph my copies of their get-rich-quick books?
- If my wife has her period should I turn her in for negligent homicide?
Stuff like that…
But now old Mike’s doing pretty well for himself in Iowa, so well that he’s been bumped up to the A-list alongside the corrupt ex-mayor, the lazy cop show actor, the addled POW, and the star of HBO’s “BigLove.”
In a sane world I’d relax and let the comedy play itself out, secure in my knowledge that a wise citizenry would never foist leadership upon the inept, the criminal, or the mad.
But read the paper, kids.
The White House has been Frankenstein’s castle for seven years and our torches and pitchforks are gathering dust.
In an odd way I’ve been educated in a classic conservative lesson: Just because something shouldn’t happen doesn’t mean it won’t.
Hee-Haw!
