Mike Huckabee’s latest homily rockets to No. 4 on the New York Times hardback bestseller list.
At least one of the books, if not dozens, was purchased by S.E. Cupp, a young New York Republican and author, who’s written a mash note to The Huckster in Slate. He She loves his show on Fox, for one thing.
Nights out used to be spent wandering aimlessly through loud and crowded bars, looking for … something. But anything I found at the bottom of a martini glass runs a distant second to a night in with Huck and his kooky band of loveable sound guys and producers. He’s a reassuring nod to a more innocent time, when guys could quote Scripture without getting beat up.
New York City may be teeming with legitimate heartthrobs—hunky model/actor types with more “obvious” good looks. But I go for subtle sex appeal, and the pretty boys are a dime a dozen. I need something real. I need something Arkansan. I need something that lived in a trailer when his house was being redecorated. So move over, Chace Crawford and Zac Efron. There’s a new stud in town, and his name is Mike Huckabee.