Sciocchi
by Frederick
I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life – I don’t apologize – to take care of my family, and I refused to be a fool, dancing on the string held by all those bigshots. I don’t apologize – that’s my life – but I thought that, that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the string. Governor Huckabee; President Huckabee. Well, it wasn’t enough time, Michael. It wasn’t enough time.
(H/T) Watertiger
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Candidate McCain will provide so much blog fodder this year. The photoshopportunities will be endless.
McCain: “Michael, Michael, What have I ever done to make you to treat me so disrespectfully. If you had come to me in friendship then you would be my Vice President this very day. And if by chance I should die, then a minister like yourself would be president.
Huckabee: “Be my President… John”
McCain: “Good. Someday, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But, until that day, accept the vice presidency as a gift.”
I can’t wait to Apocalypse Now the guy.
McCain: Did they say why, Huckabee, why they want to terminate my command?
Huckabee: I was sent on a classified mission, sir.
McCain: It’s no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?
Huckabee: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.
McCain: Are my methods unsound?
Huckabee: I don’t see any method at all, sir.
McCain: I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin?
Huckabee: I’m a preacher.
McCain: You’re neither. You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.