Skip to comments.Short Bus's Obama Birth Certificate Defense Is Officially ZOTTED
Posted on 03/02/2012 9:17:36 AM PST by Short Bus
Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Arizona is bound and determined to make sure we never forget the embarrassment of the birther movement. Most of us would love to put that ugly little racist blip in our history -- a time when conspiracy theorists and fools alike accused President Barack Obama of not being American. But Arpaio, a sheriff in Phoenix, Arizona, just won't give it up.
Can we say beating a dead horse, people? Sometimes it seems like certain politicians just do things to help out Stephen Colbert, Jon Stewart, and Bill Maher. After all, how else does anyone explain Arpaio's inane and insane assertion that Obama, a man who produced his birth certificate last year, isn't American?
See his ranting [here].
"Forgery or fraud may have been committed," says Arpaio. Ooooh no! Are ghosts and goblins real, too, Sheriff Arpaio? How about the Loch Ness Monster? Do you go visit old Nessie on your days off from enforcing the laws of Arizona?
In all seriousness, this is vile racism plain and simple. In a place like Arizona, it's no surprise -- after all, many politicians there (including Arpaio) hold rather Draconian views on immigration -- and it's disgusting. And it's getting old fast.
For all you doubters for whom book learning was apparently a challenge, here are the facts: President Barack Obama was born in Honolulu on August 4, 1961. He has produced both a certificate of live birth during the 2008 campaign and the long-form certificate last year. Neither has been disproved.
So why is this still going on? Arpaio seems like a joke, but, according to Obama campaign spokesman Ben LaBolt, Republican Presidential hopeful Mitt Romney doesn't think so. Yesterday LaBolt tweeted:
Romney has called Arpaio for his endorsement, his aides called "weekly" and Arpaio was his honorary Chair in 08.That's embarrassing. The fact is, most people agree Arpaio is a few cards shy of a full deck, but here we are still talking about him. Is this an alternate universe? Why am I guessing this guy is the type of person who stays at parties hours after they have ended asking for more chips and guacamole? Dude, the party is over, the ship has sailed, and you are beating a dead horse.
Sadly, there aren't enough cliched ways to say IT'S OVER to make it any clearer to this guy.
My cat had crawled into the dryer vent outlet which led not outside but into the floor joists.
[REAL safe design there.]
So my cat decided to wander around under the floor.
Well, we couldn’t find her.
Upon calling her, we heard “Mwow.”
This went on for awhile.
Me saying “Mimi” and the cat going “Mwow”.
[Think of a softer more polite version of a bobcat going “MWOWM” and you have the sound my cat made when she’d “meow.”]
Well, finally I hear her coming through the dryer vent outlet and I get over there with a flashlight.
She pokes her head out and goes, ‘Oh, hello.’ before ducking back into the floor joists for more exploring.
Took me forever to convince her to get out from there.
I do go to Guam 2 or 3 times a year as part of my job. It is pretty, if not in quite the luxuriously exotic way that places like Hawaii are. There is also not much surf to speak of, and it's location is even more isolated than Hawaii's.
An eclectic mix of 1st and 3rd World is the best way to describe the place. I myself can only take it in small doses, as although the Chamorran people are some of the most earnest, kindhearted people you'll ever meet, the "island mentality" starts to get to me after very long.
Here in Japan where I live, people are very efficient and purposeful, whereas on Guam, you could probably call a fire department dispatcher to report a house ablaze and be told that a unit will respond just as soon as they've finished getting a cat down from a tree. "Hafa Adai isn't just a salutation, it's also a work ethic", as a common joke goes.
I think that would get to me, as well.
In Guam, do they have signs that say “Slow Men Working” as a description of the men? Once in South Miami, I was mulling over the signs trying to determine what they meant, and my sister said to me, “You think the signs are *lying* to you? I came from a place where “Left lane closed ahead” had no relationship to the lane that was actually closed, and, yes, there were definitely slow men working.
LOLzy. I haven't seen any of those, but here in Japan, a department store near my home used to have two signs directing traffic, one arrow pointing to "Roof Level Parking" and the other to "Gland Level Parking". Thought about sending a snapshot in to the Late Show, but then remembered that I hate Letterman. There is a parking garage in town that has little signs cautioning "Maximum Verocity 15kmh".
None of these however, is as zing-worthy as discovering the reason that you can't find that rare tome you've been looking for is because you're here:
Then, for the intrepid, there's this.
Okay, I'm infected! If there's a Dead Thread Ping list, I'd like to be on it, if possible.
This innocent, randomly-selected FReeper, Flotsam_Jetsome, wants to be on the Undead Ping List, y’all.
I will be glad to place you on my ping list, and I’m certaindarksheare and TC will do the same!
Please welcome Flotsam_Jetsome to the ranks of the Fairly Normal crew members aboard the Flying Castle! (I almost wrote “FLAYING Castle...)
Please feel free to explore, but stay out of the Lower Levels. Not sure what’s down there any more.
And if you decide to swim in the moat, please check with the Resident Matron there...she’s rather large, you know...
(There. I’ve done my Girl Scout Deed For the Day.)
Good morning! Teh mini-human and I were up past midnight, disputing whether she wanted to go to sleep, at last, or watch another episode of “Rosemary & Thyme.” (I like Thyme better.) Today the girls are going to the dentist, Tom has “Envirothon” practice, and Ash finally got up.
Randomly added, because we can!
Road rage was invented in 1980’s New Jersey due to this:
Sign says, “Lane closed for your convenience” followed by “You tax dollars at work” and there are twenty men standing around doing nothing.
That’s why they now have those bumper barrier trucks and put up large concrete slabs.
Too many people saw the men not working and broke formation to drive stomping ruin over the slackers.
They also no longer use the sign cheerfully telling you “Lane closed for your convenience”.
I decided I was too tired to sit up any long (it was stressful to prop up my glasses with one hand while I tried to type with the other hand) and decided to lie down with a book. I could NOT stay awake, and racked up two hours of heavy sleep. Then again, slept another five hours when I went to bed, was awake for an hour and slept another four hours. *sigh*
The wind has been brutal the last 36 hours, with still more to come, and now the temp is in the 30’s. Spring is really trying to come, as the sage and mulberry are trying to get some leaf buds, but the weather is so changable.
We are but random molecules, colliding in space...because we CAN!
90 mph winds! Good thing you stayed home...
Hi, Flotsam! Welcome!
I’ve been warned about Darksheare’s coffee...by Darksheare. I don’t know what it means.
Lay down with a book, woke up under the horrid nibblings of the Necronomnomicon.
Hideous creatures of legend roamed around the room.
Fearsome dustbunnies and worse looking for prey to consume in dusty consumptioning!
And even worse still, their announcer was Pat Sajak!
I dreamed that a knight came in, bloodstained and mudcovered, and expected me to clean his chain mail with WD-40 and a toothbrush.
My subconscious needs a tropical vacation!
Der Prinz did furious battle with Paula the Dragonlizard?
That would explain the slime.
That would explain the slime.
Yes, the joys of having a bobcat domestic mix.
She weighed 22 pounds at least and was smart enough to figure that if she went outside that way, she had to go back inside the same way.
Problem was, we were already back inside and she was freaking out and shredding my shirt.
Poor thing, so I had to go BACK outside to toss her fuzzy butt back in through the window.
Sidenote, I came back into the laundry room, opened the door and told my cat as she strutted past, “See?! You were right here!”
She exhaled out her nose at me.
The hissing, teh rocket launcher tongue.
Yeah, that may be it.
Does she look horribly upset at having been defeated yet again?
hehe! Somehow, for whatever reason, in one of my dreams, I was driving a load of cattle somewhere, but instead of a long semi-trailer, the cattle were stacked in pens on top of each other so I was driving a wobbly pyramid of shifting cargo.
I could unload the bottom two tiers, but I couldn’t figure out how to unload the top tiers. When I asked for help, someone (Darks?) said he would tip the cattle. (At least he wasn’t tipping tractors!)
It was too horrible to contemplate!
Paula died of natural causes a while back. Female chameleons only live a couple of years.
No more tales about She of the Deathly Hiss and Nuclear Colors.
My evil lovebird is still going, she’s outlived what she’s listed to do.
She must really like chewing on me.
Current reptiles are Santana and Dragon-baby, two anoles without identity, and Alice Cooper the leopard gecko.
No, but she is an excellent swimmer, and while we were in Scotland on a beer run, testing the Flying Castle, she met up with Nessie and we had a few baby pleisiosaur/monster babies swimming around.
The moat is still swimmable, but respect the Matron...
She is actually quite gentle if she isn’t in the Mom-mode.
The green anole I had was named Wretched Rachet.
He was an odd lizard.
He could change to a very dark color, which I am told is rare among green anoles.
We had one who lived in the cage with Paula. His name was Chico.
Ratch was a bit upset most of the time.
Always because the crickets either were breeding, making noise, sitting on him, or generally in his way.
I hope flotsam is a real character.....that is our only entrance requirement.
If we took a poll, I think we’d find that most people would be upset by crickets walking around on them, not to mention breeding.
And with that, I depart for my home-away-from-home, the Walmart.
You gotta Walmart Jones!
The trolls over at NeoClownPosse have noticed us.
Wonder how long until they stupidly send morons over to enjoy our Undead Thread Hospitality towards trolls?
[After all, we still are the troll pavers.]
We still have plenty od asphalt left......
That we do.
Heh heh heh.
Howdy, thought it was supposed to be warmer...minus 10 last night the high 23.
Howdy and welcome!
Was supposed to be warmer here too.
When today is the 7th and the troll Short Bus ate it on the 2nd, and you only notice it today... you just may have stepped into the Undead Thread.
I thought I was supposed to bring fresh coughee, because the Darksroast blend is suspect. . .
Thanks for the warm welcome, everyone!
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