Mike Huckabee leads 2016 GOP contenders in new poll

Jan 29, 2014 Full story: Washington Times 47

Former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee, who recently got into hot water over comments about women's libidos, is leading a host of contenders in a new poll on the 2016 GOP presidential primary.

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Union YES

Kent, WA

#26 Feb 8, 2014
guest wrote:
<quoted text>
The problem isn't that some policies include things like contraception and maternity. The problem is that Obamacare mandates that every policy include those coverages and others that many people neither want nor need. Then the law mandates that you must purchase such policies.
Where are all of you libtards who are always screaming about choice? You don't have a damn thing to say because you're fucking idiots who will support any wacko left wing policy no matter how fucked up it is.
<quoted text>
That's complete and utter bullshit. There is not even one insurance company that will pay for Viagra, nor is any woman forced to pay for Viagra coverage. You're a lying piece of shit.
<quoted text>
Hello no, but you are. Dumbfuck idiot.
<quoted text>
No one is hindering a woman from obtaining contraceptives. The issue is other people being forced to pay for it. Any woman can walk into any Walmart in the country and buy a package of condoms.
Every policy has parts you don't need or want.
GROW UP, pup....
Heck, I'd like it if baggers obeyed posting rules, but it seems you're childish fools...
In your case, it's obviously too complicated & you're frustrated at your stupidity.
PS- IT'S CALLED SPREADING COSTS, WHICH SOCIETY DOES DAILY...
Let ME opt outta your war machine & I'll call us even...
Union YES

Kent, WA

#27 Feb 8, 2014
"Choose" NOT TO BUT IT, pay the penalty.

That's what your "suggesting" on liability car insurance, CLOWN !

LMAO !
Hey Snowball

Kent, WA

#28 Feb 8, 2014
"....at ((((lease)))) with auto insurance."

dumbfuck.

LMAO !

Love the irony....

LMAO !
Hackabee freed cop killer

Chicago, IL

#30 Feb 8, 2014
guest wrote:
<quoted text>
Before Obamacare I had choices, including the option not to purchase any medical insurance. It's a clear case of a violation of freedom. Of course you liberal dumbfucks don't care as long as big daddy government is there to provide a sugar tit for you to suck on.
<quoted text>
I've got ass crack hairs older than you slick.
<quoted text>
It's not complicated at all, but you brain dead idiot liberal fuctards are too damn stupid to realize how bad Obama and company have fucked every person in the country, including you. Dumbass.
before Obama care I didn't have choices . I could not afford to see a doctors for years and there are MILLIONS like me .

Since: Jul 11

Location hidden

#34 Feb 16, 2014
guest wrote:
Hillary will beat Hillary. After all, what difference does it make that she allowed our Ambassador and 3 other brave souls to be slaughtered in the streets of Bhengazi as a direct result of her failing to perform her duties?
You idiot liberal america hating fuctards might not think it matters, but it matters one hell of a lot to those who love this country.
found Bin Laden yet?
Human Debasement Team IV

San Antonio, TX

#35 Feb 17, 2014
Between now and 2015, the GOP will float all kinds of worthless phonies and losers like Huckabee. In the end, this will be a big lead up to your next president #45, Jeb Bush, taking over for 8 years.

Both parties have gamed our bereft political system so well that they now just trade the White House back and forth every 8 years.

The lone difference is that the Bush family doesn't trust anyone not in their family to be president. The rest of the Reepublican party is basically a pack of emasculated RINOs or eunuchs prancing around hoping for leftoveers or scraps from the Bush family..
Human Debasement Team IV

San Antonio, TX

#39 Feb 24, 2014
IrishMN wrote:
If Bush were the answer, why didn't ANYONE from the Bush family help Jr ??

Sorry pal, WE remember that FAMILY mistake....
I do as well. Just wait and see. Most Americans have no clue as to how bereft our political has become.
Dickweed

Santa Rosa Beach, FL

#40 Feb 24, 2014
guest wrote:
<quoted text>
I can choose whether to purchase coverage for my windshield or not. I can choose the amount of coverage I want. I can choose whether I want collision or not. I can choose whether I want comprehensive coverage or not. I can choose whether I want uninsured coverage or not. I can choose which drivers to cover and which ones to not cover.
I can choose...I can choose...I can choose....at lease with auto insurance.
That's the issue dumbfuck. Obamacare takes away my choice and forces me to pay for a whole lot of coverages I don't need.

Yeah Yeah Yeah.
You can choose, Horray.
But you can't choose to go without auto insurance, unless you choose to go without an automobile.
And sorry dumbfuck but all forms of insurance force you to pay for coverages you don't want or need. It's called a risk pool. It's kinda the insurance business model
And also fuckface, auto insurance is much cheaper then health insurance because everyone is forced to have it, it's called a mandate. It would be even cheaper if we had universal healthcare, because when your stupid ass slams your car into an other car, they will not have to pay medical damages to the people you maimed.
One more thing dickless wonder, Being free does not mean having the choice to buy health insurance that you "love". Freedom is being able to stay healthy regardless of your financial status.
You sir are a stupid miserable fuck
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#41 Feb 25, 2014
March 2008 I was banned from NYU stores when I was arrested for unsuccessfully shoplifting [something like "Sony ‘in-ear' earphones"] from NYU's computer store. June 2010 NYU's bookstore moved to a space on Broadway & Waverly that included a Think Coffee. One night I said "I'm banned from all NYU stores, I think, but I'm banned from Whole Foods and American Apparel and I've been in those places like 500 times" to someone.

I went in NYU's bookstore 10-20 times the next few weeks to buy iced coffee. After maybe 1-2 times I had "completely forgotten" that I was banned from NYU stores, I think.

NOTES

Dialogue is not 100% accurate (due to memory not fictionalization). Times/ages are approximate/estimated (I deleted "~" throughout and added this sentence). The following happened July 20 2010, a Tuesday.

1. MULTITASKING IN A "PEACEFULLY ‘ZOMBIE-LIKE'" MANNER

11:20 a.m. I was sitting alone at a table "idly ‘sipping'" Pellegrino while sometimes "napping" facedown on my arms, reading a novel manuscript, looking at my iPhone. I had a full iced coffee I was going to "chug" "soon." After 70-90 minutes someone [touched me or said my name] and I removed my earphones. "Tao?" said a 55-year-old man. "Are you Tao?"

"Yes," I said after a second.

"Tao Lin? Are you Tao Lin?"

"Yes," I said, weakly thinking he was maybe "a fan" of my books.

"You're Tao Lin?"

"Yes," I said, a little confused, and thought maybe he was here to deliver a message to me, like maybe [I stopped thinking at this point]. I noticed a suit-jacketed security guard. I noticed the Hispanic woman who "captured me" in 2008. I said things like "I didn't mean to" in a weak, probably inaudible monotone while thinking "I…um…" and "just…remain docile…" and maybe "just let me go" while they surrounded me and "led" me somewhere in a "posse"-like manner.

2. CONFIRMING "I WILL NOT RETURN TO THE STORE" REPEATEDLY

11:25 a.m. the 55-year-old man handcuffed my right wrist to something and I sat in a chair. I alternated between saying that I sort of forgot I was banned, that this was a new store, that their Think Coffee location was convenient. I focused on Think Coffee. I was honestly confused as to what degree I "forgot" I was banned. Both the 55-year-old man and the Hispanic woman seemed familiar with my writing in a manner like they "strongly agreed" with the "damning" review of Shoplifting from American Apparel on Bookslut. They told me 6-9 times that I was banned and each time asked, sort of rhetorically, but still "demanding" an answer, I felt, if I were going to return to the store. I had "resigned" to whatever was going to happen at this point. Security guards were entering/exiting the room in a steady, aimless-seeming manner. On average 4-5 people including me were in the room. Idly I signed "another" paper agreeing to be banned from their stores. When the NYPD officers arrived they "brandished" both papers, to some degree, I felt.

At one point the Hispanic woman said "I don't want [Tao Lin] to hear my contact info" and left the room. I imagined myself "tracking her down" and honestly felt "unable" to think of anything concrete and stopped thinking.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#42 Feb 25, 2014
3. "SUCCESSFULLY" RESISTING VAGUE ATTEMPTS TO ENGAGE ME IN "SMALL TALK"

11:50 a.m., after I hadn't been spoken to for 2-4 minutes, the Hispanic woman said "are you still writing?" I was quiet then said "I'm always writing" in a depressed monotone, not looking in her direction, probably "accidentally" conveying something like "yes, I am stoically ‘enduring' my life of ‘having no choice' but to always be writing."

Later the 55-year-old man said "what was your first book called?" while not looking at me, vaguely in the manner of a father-son "strained relationship" scene in a day-time drama.

I thought "first, um," then, staring ahead, sort of unfocused my eyes and said "my first book is you are a little bit happier than i am" in an extreme monotone.

The 55-year-old man said "the one with ‘shoplifting' in the title, what was that called?" while walking in a slow, goalless manner that seemed to be "leading him" out of the room.

I was quiet then said "Shoplifting from American Apparel" in a reluctant, vaguely embarrassed, somehow slightly accusatory manner. Immediately an NYU officer I hadn't fully noticed said "oh, really" a bit loudly and walked quickly out of the room.

After some time I heard people talking outside the half-open door to my left as I stared ahead toward a wall. Someone said "we have batteries" in a tone like it was in response to "[Tao Lin] is known for stealing batteries." Someone said "laser surgery" and there seemed to be a laughing noise.

I imagined them "perusing" a copy of Shoplifting from American Apparel ("on display" on a rack near the front of the store) in an idly rapid, inattentive manner like I might with an electrical fan's instruction manual.

I think I was mostly aware of my head/body being "completely still," feeling that its "unmoving" quality seemed "vaguely intense," while maybe subconsciously thinking things like "god damn them…" or "god damn it…" with fluctuating amounts of unspecific embarrassment, sarcastic feelings of "disbelief" manifesting as vague sensations of "having fun," awareness that I would later feel fondness/amusement re [current situation] affecting me to begin to feel those things to some degree.

4. SENSING CONFLICT WITHIN MY ARRESTING OFFICER

12:30 p.m. in the precinct lobby, with other officers nearby, my arresting officer seemed to find something bad in one of my pockets. I wasn't sure if he did. I vaguely sensed in his movements an "almost imperceptible" change, like he was suddenly reassessing the situation while also calmly exerting effort at "seeming the same as before" and maybe discretely hiding what he found.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#43 Feb 25, 2014
5. "ACCIDENTALLY" CONFIRMING TO MY ARRESTING OFFICER THAT I DRANK ALCOHOL THAT MORNING

1:30 p.m. the officer unexpectedly said "have you been drinking?" in a vaguely non-sequitur manner while getting my fingerprints. I didn't comprehend what he said except that it seemed to be a yes/no question.

I said "yes" automatically for some reason.

"You seemed out of it," he said. "Back there."

"What did you say?" I said after a second. "Have I been drinking? No. No, I haven't. It's…morning."

"Been smoking, a little?" he said with an earnest facial expression.

"No," I said.

"It's alright if you have. I was just wondering, because you seem a little out of it."

"No," I said. "I mean…I'm not a morning person."

6. WIPING WINDEX ON MYSELF 60-90 TIMES

1:35 p.m. the officer was wiping my fingers/palms with Windex repeatedly because the machine wasn't "recognizing" my fingerprints/palmprints unless my skin was wet with Windex, it seemed. The machine wasn't working well. It said "PRINT OK" after 15-30 attempts for some fingers. At some point I said "I can do it myself, if you want, it will be easier" and began doing it myself. Normally I only use water or organic soap for [anything cleaning-related].

7. REMEMBERING/"WITNESSING THE RESOLUTION OF" MY ARRESTING OFFICER'S CONFLICT

2:45 p.m. the officer said "I found something in your pocket." I was alone in a cell and there were no other people nearby. I think I had forgotten about [what happened in the lobby]. I said something about calcium. He read "a, l, z, a, 2, 7" from the pill. He said he would throw it away as a favor. "Thank you," I said.

At some point I heard a female officer say "first name Lin, last name Tao."

Two new officers arrived and drove me to "central booking" in Chinatown.

8. CONFIRMING I'M HEALTHY AND DON'T HAVE TUBERCOLOSIS

6:30 p.m. in a hallway at "central booking" an officer said "someone's going to ask if you got a TB shot, tell them a month ago and that it was negative."

We went in a room and a person said "you got any allergies or health problems, you've been tested for TB, everything alright, alright" while I quietly said "no" and "yes" in a kind of syncopation.

I was put in a cell of 8-12 people, 1 toilet, 1 sink, 1 free phone, 2 pay phones.

9. LYING ON MY BACK GRINNING WHILE THINKING "ILLUSION ASS"

9:30 p.m., during a quiet moment, without anyone focused specifically on him, a 45-year-old African-American idly said "that's what I call the ‘illusion ass'" with his head turned toward [one of 2-4 young women outside the cells exchanging Kit-Kat Bars and other candy for anonymous urine samples]. I only comprehended "that's what I call." I looked at people near the 45-year-old. They seemed bored. Then they were laughing loudly and one of them was "slapping hands" with the 45-year-old while bent over laughing. Someone said "you look at it from one angle and you're like ‘alright,' you look at it from another angle and you're like ‘damn.'" Someone said "I heard you say ‘illusion ass' and was like ‘what' and then I looked."

People laughed or smiled for 2-6 minutes. I thought things like "he said it idly…" and "seems creative." My name was called. I was put in the cell behind the courtroom where public attorneys talk to each person privately before they see the judge.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#44 Feb 25, 2014
10. IDLY OBSERVING A GROUP DYNAMIC WHILE "ENERGIZED" BY "IMPENDING FREEDOM"

11:40 p.m. a 30-year-old African-American said his public attorney said the judge was offering him 7-days in jail or 3-years probation for driving with a suspended license. He said "jail-time for a driving violation…I was like ‘no.'" People said things expressing solidarity and injustice or disbelief. Someone said "who is this judge?"

After 2-4 minutes it was revealed that the 30-year-old had 16 license suspensions. People's facial expressions seemed to change immediately. There was "less ‘eye contact'" in the cell. After a few seconds someone said "16 suspensions." After 30-40 seconds someone asked what "probation" was exactly.

11. IDLY OBSERVING "COMPLEX, EMOTIONAL BEHAVIOR" WITH A NEUTRAL FACIAL EXPRESSON

11:50 p.m. in the courtroom a Caucasian who looked like a Calvin Klein model received 30-days in jail. While being "led" back to the cells to begin his sentence, less than 2 seconds before exiting the courtroom, he saluted the corner where 5-8 people including me were seated waiting for our sentences. I felt and thought "nothing," then felt surprised and a little confused, thinking "didn't seem like he would do that…did he even know…his face…" while "replaying" what I had seen: his body/head suddenly turning left, his right hand crossing up to his forehead, his face sort of "wincing," seeming a little confused maybe, as he moved quickly in a small space toward an opening door. Seemed like he could've easily fallen while saluting. Seemed like he had saluted uncontrollably, to some degree, in an aberrant reaction to "30-days in jail," that instead of "punching a wall" or "saying a bad word" his dissatisfaction had somehow manifested as "saluting [certain group of people] in a vaguely exaggerated, visibly confused, rhetorically indiscernible manner."

Everyone seemed to "stare ‘blankly'" at him and then not react until 2-4 seconds later, if at all, by making small noises. I felt that people were probably reacting mostly "internally." I think he was the only 100% Caucasian "arrested person" I had seen that day. My name was called and I received 1-day community service and a $120 fine.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#45 Feb 25, 2014
I WAS born in 1983. My parents, in the mid-1990s, briefly knew more than I did about the Internet, I think (the bill from AOL must have required a credit card). But, as adults, with settled understandings of the world, they didn’t integrate the Internet into their lives. For around five years, they seemed to use it mostly to check stock prices. The Internet remained nonessential and separate for them, like a vacation destination.

Jennifer Daniel
With me it was different. By my second year online, around 1996, I was obsessed with a multiplayer role-playing game called GemStone III, which was set in a virtual world, like Second Life, but without graphics, only text. I’d type “west,” and text would appear describing the new surroundings of my character, whom I’d named Esperath Wraithling. Around 1,500 Americans were in the world of GemStone III at any given time.

I was in that world about six hours a day, almost every day, in 9th and 10th grade. Five or six of my friends also played GemStone III. We’d meet at Red Bug park — this was in suburban Florida — to play basketball, but end up talking about GemStone III and returning home to our computers. We called one another addicts.

I’m not sure to what extent, if any, our parents understood GemStone III. None of them ever played, I don’t think, even for a minute. I can imagine parents 10 years later playing, but in the mid-1990s there was usually only one computer per household. The Internet was a place you went to alone. Kids, while online, were parentless. Not in the controlled way of summer camp, or the easily monitored way of video games, but in a new, untested, unapparent way.

Before the Internet, my parents were privy to most of my world. They saw whom I interacted with, where I was, what I was doing. Being preadolescent, I spent most of my time with them anyway. I had no desire to befriend four to eight strangers and talk to them daily, for hours, in passive secrecy from my parents.

After the Internet, my parents were privy to much less and would only rarely, and with decreasing frequency, ask about what they no longer knew.“What did you do on the Internet today?” was not a question I remember being asked. If my parents, squinting over my shoulder, saw Esperath Wraithling on the screen, they didn’t see the dark elf wizard I saw, they saw two meaningless words. If they looked at me — whether I was immersed in GemStone III, on a message board, or in a chat room — I appeared to be sitting in a chair, doing almost nothing.

Far from doing almost nothing, I was socializing in and exploring the metaphysical room that had been quietly connected to millions of houses. The shared, boundless room of the Internet seemed normal, even mundane, in the mid-1990s. I didn’t have another childhood for comparison. Only in retrospect — and increasingly, as my memory of a pre-Internet existence became tinier and more conspicuous, like something that glints — does it seem weird and mysterious, almost alien.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#46 Feb 25, 2014
I now sometimes imagine the Internet as a U.F.O. that appeared one afternoon in the backyard — to take humankind elsewhere, maybe. My parents noticed it first, but weren’t particularly interested. They didn’t immediately begin relocating their lives, as if by instinct, into the U.F.O., like my peers and I seem to have done. They remained halfhearted and aloof for around 10 years before finally, slowly beginning (as “lurkers,” observing without participating) to learn about the Internet, I feel, in earnest.

Recently, in endearingly impulsive ways, they’ve become a little interactive. My mother’s Twitter account (zero followers, following zero) has one tweet, from 2010:“Tao’s birthday is July 2, Happy Birthday, Tao.” For at least six years, she has seemed to use Facebook only to look at other people’s profiles, until this past summer, when she began “liking” my status updates. Around the same time my father, using a Facebook account I didn’t know he had (no profile information, nine friends),“liked” around 10 things on my Facebook wall over a few hours one day. He hasn’t “liked” anything of mine since, but about a month ago he e-mailed to say he’d edited my Wikipedia page. He’d added “his father is a retired physics professor” and other details (all of which got deleted within two days) to the “Early and Personal Life” section of my page.

I imagine these interactions wouldn’t be so tentative and intermittent, so sheepish and slow to begin — that maybe we’d know one another better — if I had been born in the 1990s, when my parents would have been online when I was a toddler, or 1970s, when we could have learned about the Internet together, to some degree, as adults.

As a kid, when I began using the Internet, I was probably most interested in the prospects of solitary exploration. But I’d like to think that I was also compelled by forces outside myself — that, on some level, I might have been dimly aware of the Internet’s role in the fulfillment of some ancient, human yearning to externalize our private imaginations into a shared space. Maybe I intuited that the faster the world was relocated into the Internet, the likelier humankind would be returned to an original and undifferentiated oneness, completing what it began around 13,000 years ago with agriculture, which resulted in villages, then cities, finally the Internet.

Maybe some part of me believed that, once we were there, we would know everything about our parents and they would know everything about us — except there wouldn’t be a “they,” or an “us,” only a mind, containing the knowledge of both, that knows itself.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#47 Feb 25, 2014
Perhaps the most intelligent animal that doesn’t have an ass, the Dolphin seems like it would probably have a sexy ass, due to its muscularly smooth [everything, it seems]. In 1994 Esquire was actually going to publish an unsolicited essay from [mid-list author with 3 novels from Knopf] about the 15 loveliest asses he’d seen on TV the past 6 months that earnestly included specific Dolphins from The Discovery Channel as #14 and #6, but a fact-checker rightly said that Dolphins don’t have asses and the managing editor sort of lost interest after that, not responding to [aforementioned author]‘s follow-up emails for weeks, then months, then ever—apparently the managing editor simply never responded. I just typed “lol” then deleted it.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#49 Feb 25, 2014
Economically important when heated and placed near butter, the Lobster seems like the kind of assless animal that would gain inexplicable popularity in the 1890s and again in the 1960s, then disappear entirely, into Mexico City. It’s been rumored that a mysterious and annoying group of precocious children somewhere have speculated that the lobster’s ass can probably be located somewhere beneath its shell, between the tail and the head, or something, but people so far have reflexively eaten that part without thinking anything—about anything, apparently—defaultedly opting to not look at it a little in a mildly scientific manner, allowing the lobster to secure placement on this list every year since 1985, a trend that is expected to continue forever.
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#50 Feb 25, 2014
It has been said that when God created the Ugly Fish he momentarily forgot he was creating things to exist in concrete reality, rather than in abstraction, or in “art,” and therefore would be subject to cause-and-effect/time/[other physical laws] that allow crippling loneliness and severe depression to manifest in specific consciousnesses. To solve this, it has been said, God idly inserted passages into The Bible differentiating between humans and animals. Then God realized that Ugly Fish would be having relationships with other Ugly Fish—not Salmon, or Wrasse, or something—and so wouldn’t feel uglier in terms of [God stopped thinking about it at this point].

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Justin

United States

#51 Feb 25, 2014
blast off wrote:
The republicans ~ STILL ~ don't get it. Uncle Sugar~ women's "out of control libidos" ~ I am a woman and I speak for many ~ no way am I EVER voting for this clod.
And guess what else? Ding dong you are NOT the 5th BEATLE-- where in the hell did he dream THAT one up? Go away...you're a hot mess.
Sounds like some woman hasn't been taking her manic depression meds.
Responsibility

Petaluma, CA

#52 Feb 25, 2014
Dickweed wrote:
<quoted text>
Well covered contraception is just wrong. It will lead to horny women wanting to have se all the time. these women will be slaves to sexual urges. They won't have to worry about getting pregnant, So they will be just looking to have sex with any man they see. Insurance coverage for contraception is an a front to .......wait a minute........hold on a second.......
Men, with little or no problems can get insurance to pay for Viagra, and other weiner stiffening pills. but they are fighting to keep women from getting covered birth control pills?
Who the hell are all these boner pill guys fucking? eachother?
Any of you boner boys care to answer ...?!
Tao Lin

New York, NY

#53 Feb 25, 2014
Responsibility wrote:
<quoted text>
Any of you boner boys care to answer ...?!
Economically important when heated and placed near butter, the Lobster seems like the kind of assless animal that would gain inexplicable popularity in the 1890s and again in the 1960s, then disappear entirely, into Mexico City. It’s been rumored that a mysterious and annoying group of precocious children somewhere have speculated that the lobster’s ass can probably be located somewhere beneath its shell, between the tail and the head, or something, but people so far have reflexively eaten that part without thinking anything—about anything, apparently—defaultedly opting to not look at it a little in a mildly scientific manner, allowing the lobster to secure placement on this list every year since 1985, a trend that is expected to continue forever.

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