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You’d better vote for Mike Huckabee. If you don’t, he wants you dead.

Don’t take my word for it, listen to the candidate himself:

These three birds all said they would not vote for me on caucus night. You see what happened to ‘em.

(Reporter): Governor, is that what you call positive campaigning?

It’s very positive. It’s very positive. You vote for me, you live. You don’t, mmm, there you go. (Waves at dead pheasant and smiles.)

You’d better not run against Huckabee either. He has a suggestion for you:

If I were some of these guys, who had spent tens of millions of dollars and weren’t any further ahead, I’d have to be sitting in a warm tub of water with some razor blades in both hands at this point…

Ah, but he’s just joking, isn’t he? Maybe. But do you really want a President with this kind of sick, morbid sense of humor? I don’t.

Many of my fellow Christians support Huckabee. I have to think that they haven’t seen the way he casually jokes about killing his opponents.

If this was the kind of conversation the Huckabee kids grew up with, is it any wonder that his son tortured and killed a stray dog?