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The Huck's Little Sermon about Natalie and Hussein

Now Mike Huckabee is giving Natalie Portman hell for having a baby while she is not married, just like 41% of other Americans.

Well, somebody has to stand for what is good, and right, and decent, and if that cannot be Mike Huckabee, it might have to be Newt Gingrich, or John Edwards, or maybe Charlie Sheen, and we wouldn't want that, would we?  The Huck is a Baptist minister, and a politician, too.  Once he was Governor of Arkansas, and he wants to be President, too.  But first he has to pay for his big, new house in Florida, so his day job is to work for FOX News; "fair and balanced FOX News".

Except for his house payments, The Huck's big problem is that we already have a President, and it looks like he is going to run for a second term.  The Huck could handle that, if only he knew Hussein Obama better.  He admits that about all he knows is that Hussein Obama had a Kenyan Daddy and Grand-daddy, and that little Hussein grew up in Kenya with his Daddy, where he learned all about the Mau-Mau revolution, and British colonialism and that he went to Muslim schools and never played football or belonged to the Boy Scouts.

Well, sure his Mamma was White, and his other Grand-daddy was White and fought in World War II, and the State of Hawaii says little Hussein was born in Hawaii,--Yeah, that's what they say--and little Hussein's Mamma  says Hussein's Daddy left them when the kid was about two, and she did remarry and live in Indonesia for a while before they went back to Hawaii.

But you know all about that; how Barack went to Occidental College, and on finally to Harvard law school, and that he became President of the United States, and has a great wife and two gorgeous kids, and that he plays a pretty mean game of basketball.  You know all that, but The Huck doesn't.  The Huck says Hussein Obama is . . . well, you know about all that Muslim stuff floating around, and his Kenyan Daddy, and The Huck just doesn't really know, you know?

The Huck is a fraud!  He should be ashamed and embarrassed.  He is playing the race card, and the Birther card, and the Muslim card.  He knows what he is doing!  He is a Baptist preacher!

Natalie Portman should be ashamed, too, and embarrassed.  I saw her picture, right next to The Huck's picture.  Scary!  Stuff like that could ruin her reputation.

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