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.
Hi, Flotsam! Welcome!
I’ve been warned about Darksheare’s coffee...by Darksheare. I don’t know what it means.
Welcome aboard!
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.
Welcome FJ!!!!
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.
Drats.
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.
;o]
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.
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