As you know I have been working my butt off trying to get John McCain and Mike Huckabee to join forces and become the Republican Dream Ticket.
Or what I like to call the Titanic Ticket. Nearer my God than thee. Glug. Glug. Glug.
Last week I was more concerned about Hucky.
But since I ran that post....and the Huckabee Girl ad....the Huckster's fortunes have soared.
So now I'm worried about Poppy.
He doesn't seem to appreciate that he needs Hucky more than God's spear chucker needs him.
To this point in the campaign, Mr. Huckabee has been Paulie Walnuts to Senator McCain’s Tony Soprano. Moving forward, he takes on the role of the Washington Generals preparing to play Senator McCain’s Globetrotters in a a weekly barnstorming tour through the rest of the primary schedule.
So I figure he needs a boost too. And not just viagra in his cornflakes. Or plastic surgery. Or a complete organ replacement job like Dick Cheney.
I mean if Obammy can have a cool music video.
So can Johnny...
Ten thousand years in Iraq. Now THAT's a surge !!!!!
All we'll need is the Hubble space telescope..... and we'll be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Just slightly to the right of the Big Bang.
Sweet Jebesus whatever you do... please don't let Poppy croak.
Until the election is over....
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