President Huckabee?

Republicans are not shitting their pants over the prospect of a christian conservative like Mike Huckabee winning the GOP nomination. Their shitting their pants because Chuck Norris gave his hearty endorsement to the Huck*.

Chuck Norris fact : He can lead a horse to water and make it drink.

Hence, the GOP is fucked.

Here's Willian Krystol over at The New York Times

The best answer came, not surprisingly, from the best Republican campaigner so far — Mike Huckabee. He began by calmly mentioning his and Obama’s contrasting views on issues from guns to life to same-sex marriage. This served to remind Republicans that these contrasts have been central to G.O.P. success over the last quarter-century, and to suggest that Huckabee could credibly and comfortably make the socially conservative case in an electorally advantageous way.

Huckabee went on to pay tribute to Obama for his ability “to touch at the core of something Americans want” in seeming to move beyond partisanship. And, he added, Senator Obama is “a likable person who has excited people about wanting to vote who have not voted in the past.” Huckabee was of course aware that in praising Obama he was recommending himself.

I was watching the debate at the home of a savvy, moderately conservative New Hampshire Republican. It was at this moment that he turned to me and said: “You know, I’ve been a huge skeptic about Huckabee. I’m still not voting for him Tuesday. But I’ve got to say — I like him. And I wonder — could he be our strongest nominee?”

Andrew Sullivan muses about a one-term McCain presidency with Huckabee as his sidekick and successor. Over at The Wall Street Journal Henry Olsen claims that Huckabee's win in Iowa is a turning point for the GOP and a time to ask themselves if they want to become a Christian Democratic party.

Well ... at least he is incredibly liberal (for a conservative) when it comes to immigration.

President Huckabee? I need some dramatic chipmunk to go with that :



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