My quest to become the indestructible Cal Ripken of bloggers hit a bacterial obstacle yesterday in the form of a vicious 24-hour 48-hour stomach flu/virus/malady/horror. It’s hard to blog when you can’t even crawl to the computer, but, little soldier that I am, I now return to battle stations for at least a short upright stint.
As my spirits and bowels return to normal, perhaps I’ll finally get the camera crew and backup singers in the studio to record the next great YouTube hit song, “Huckabee,” to the tune of the Beach Boys’ “Hushabye.” A sample:
Speaks of God and family.
Ozark angels up above,
Bring The Huck some voter love!
Ohohohohohoh, oooooooohhhhhh0ooo, Huck, Huck, Huckaabee!
Man of firm morality!
If the gays want wedding bells,
Huckstah gonna give ’em hell!
(repeat chorus to fadeout)
And so on. More serious topics–such as the Clinton campaign’s unearthing of Obama’s kindergarten lust for power–must await another day.