I want R. Rev. Mike Huckabee for pres., check out his son Davey!

[Philosoraptor]

From the Wonkette website

That’s David Huckabee, 26-year-old son of GOP ninth-tier candidate Mike Huckabee — who seems like a perfectly respectable guy who believes bits and pieces of the Bible.

David, on the other hand, is what might happen if Roger Clinton ate Billy Carter. David Huckabee tries to smuggle his guns aboard commercial flights, angrily pays $6,000 fines in pennies, and brutally kills stray dogs at Boy Scout camps. He will also sue you if you say he’s a pothead.

[zanne]

1. Why that boy doesn't model underwear, I just don't know...

What a waste.

[Philosoraptor]

2. Just think, after mike's done, DAVEY could be the president!

FOR EIGHT YEARS!!!!!111

[rucky]

3. "If Roger Clinton ate Billy Carter"

:rofl:

If that doesn't win you a DUzy...

[Philosoraptor]

4. Classic line. Wonkette stuff is pretty hard core.

[Philosoraptor]

5. davey's gun arrest mug shot, not bad....

I think he's GREAT presidential material! Just get him on a good diet plan, clean him up a bit, our current son of a bastard pres. had his wild youth too, didn't we all try to snort and smuggle cocaine though?

[Warren Stupidity]

6. Hold on! Hold on! I've seen that guy before!

Fat Bastard

[Philosoraptor]

8. Who was our last fat bastard pres.? Taft? or cheney?

[GreenPartyVoter]

7. And so ends Huckabees run....

[Philosoraptor]

9. He had a good run, till we all met his son.

[GreenPartyVoter]

10. LOL. And I still say there is no way, no matter how much he scream 9/11 that Ghouliani

can get elected. C'mon, the religious right is gonna turn out for a cross dresser? You know it's considered a sin (if other people know about it.)

[xchrom]

11. what a man! what a man! what a mighty fine man!

:woohoo:

[Philosoraptor]

12. He may not be a great beauty but at least he's certifiably insane.

[xchrom]

14. there's something to be said for a man with a certificate.

[Kerrytravelers]

13. I can just see it now...

Junior is making himself at home on the White House front lawn in a plastic lawn chair, you know, the kind that fold out so you can lie down and catch a few rays. In one had, an Old english 40 and in the other, a broken pool stick he now uses to change the channel on his rabbit-eared tv set. He's not alone. he has six of his drunken buddies with him, all stretch out, waiting for the game to come on. All in carious stages of dress. Some have frilly boas. Other have their team painted across their chest, although there may be some difficulty deciphering the team as the spelling is a bit... off. There may even be some beerhats with the rubber straws on more than one sunburned head. And what's that I hear? Why, its the calling of young men's voices. "Hey Ma! Bring us some beers out heres..." and they all laugh merrily because they were able to rhyme "beers" with "heres." All around the jovial young men lie empty beer bottles, some "gentleman's reading material" with the pages ever-so-slightly stuck together, perhaps a few of the neighborhood dogs (a bit less lively than usual.)

Ah. Such is life in the Huckabee White House.