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.
Yeah, Darks coffee is uh......infamous.....
The Darksroast houseblend is always suspect.
I don’t know what’s up with the coughee, I’m even afraid to ask. And I’ve been here for a few moving days....
It never should have happened, of course.
Seems we got a little over-ambitious that year with our plans for Thanksgiving. Everyone has heard of really enormous turkeys for Turkey-Day, so we thought we’d go one better by acquiring a dinosaur to cook up.
Come on, now, don’t tell me you wouldn’t have been tempted too.
Well, anyway, we climbed into the time machine, and set it for the late Triassic, (but not THAT late, you know?), and the first item on the menu happened to be a Plesiosaur.
Surely that would be enough for our crowd, right?
And you’d think that us geniuses, with access to a time-machine, would have realized that we needed a few days to cook up the beast. I mean DAYS, you know?
So that’s where we went wrong. We got back to the get-together, with our plesiosaur, and only then started making plans to cook it.
By that time, of course, we were out of time, and the time machine was no longer available. (Yeah, I know! But you try getting your hands on a time machine, and then try explaining why you need just a few more minutes! It’s embarrassing, I tell you!)
Well, we ended up just putting the plesiosaur into the moat, and she took to it right off. Turned out to be real gentle as well. Who knew?
Even the swimmers were having fun with her. She seemed to think they were some kind of pool-toy; and they liked sliding down her long neck.
So she fit right in with the rest of our motley assortment, and I didn’t think any more about it.
Of course, right about then we headed over to Loch Ness, as a convenient place to park while we stocked up on Guinness for a l-o-n-g trip.
And wouldn’t you know, while we were otherwise diverted, we had a burglar. Bashed in the (at the time) underwater loading hatch, and found its way to the secluded grotto our plesiosaur had discovered/excavated on the outer perimeter of the moat. Luckily we were using inflatable flotation devices for the Flying Castle, so no real harm was done.
Or so we thought. A few months later we found out that our innocent little plesiosaur was pregnant.
There Ain’t No Justice! You know?
(Unofficial message posted on the Official Stationery of the Office of the Imperial Weatherman)
Where it all started.
And it started with coffee:
In 12 cup drip percolator pot, fill to 6 cup mark with water.
In filter, put 6 heaping scoops of coffee.
Medium roast works best, just make sure it’s a robust blend.
Found a maxwellhouse ‘medium roast’ that was rather anemic.
Put pinch of salt in filter, about as much as it would take to cover the surface of a dime with one even layer.
This keeps the coffee from tasting burned too quickly, it doesn’t age well brewed this way.
Brew, recirculate if need be, usually not.
Add sugar and dairy creamer.
Creamora and coffeemate are not recommended unless you like the heart racing that Ranger Pudding gives.
That, and the nondairy creamer will give you both a headache and a buzz with the coffee.
I usually put about 8 spoons of sugar in this stuff, it ends up being like Russian Kava, thick and sweet with that bitter overtone to it.
Oh, and I am NOT responsible for seeming demonic possession of the coffeepot, or the coffeepot ending up acting as if it has been damaged.
Be sure NOT to add creamora or coffeemate to the brew, unless you LIKE ranger pudding style heart racing.
When I brew that stuff for myself, I recirculate the stuff to brew a second time, but that’s me for my own personal enjoyment, and it may wreck the coffeepot.
Don’t forget the salt, it’s important to the finished brew.
You can always use it as a highly secret WMD to be brewed only in certain circumstances...
Or as fertilizer for a well-known-but-illegal-crop in the USosA. It should work quite well on eradicating the poachers.
Humble found out that deer will drink the stuff.
Which gave Eaker some entertainment during hunting camp due to deer attack.
And TOL has her own “Nibbly Deer of Doom” yard protection courtesy of the coffee.
I’m told we don’t have enough flour to make pretzels. We haz a sad.
Sheesh! Don't you have any Mormon neighbors?
Yes, but I’d hate to bother them when we can just go to the grocery store tomorrow.
If you follow their guidance, you’ll never run out of food again.
You’ll also lose one of the rooms of your house.
Gather the youth into a work team, harvest some wheat, and then have them thresh it.
Once done, the youth can then hand grind the wheat into flour.
IF Ash lets them.
Stick to your mortars, Darks. Leave the pestle-ence to others.
Yeah, I’m not one of the four horseplay guys of the apocalypso.
One of us! One of us! One of us!
(Should this have been all caps? Please excuse any gaffe. Have been driving a hundred miles in several directions all day so that hubby could have root canal done. Here’s hoping that it will improve his general health!)
Good night and sweet dreams, y’all!
Does it seem like animals mess w/Darks’ head? Same thing happens w/my husband. I used to think he was anthropomorphizing or making stuff up, but over the years, it’s plain that he wasn’t exaggerating. When you see them all consorting, they behave in the most bizarre and undignified ways. The catz really let it all hang out around Mr. SG.
Thank you for Kathleen update! Was gone all day. Did I miss report on Elen’s part in Olympiad activities of last weekend?
I read about the genetics component....
Darksheare’s coffee makes deer behave weirdly. Not sure what it does to other species. If you find out, could you please ping the rest of us? Thx!
Are you series?!!!!!!!!!!! A bobcat domestic mix????? How did you acquire her? I know a couple of Maine Coons that aren’t that big! (They’re my godkittens.)
Sorry that I was gone all day. I’ll send you several degrees (F or C—whatever you prefer.) ;-)
LOL! Hey when it is that cold usually means no snow!! So good thing! Give Crowbar a hug for me!
Hard to say, but this is what happened to one poor fool tried it with coffeemate!
Hug delivered w/interest!
I always thought K was cool.
I was a bumper sticker that read. I don’t suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute.
Can someone enjoy insanity? Can someone know their are insane? Is sanity an absolute or can you be partially insane?
Can you judge a driver by his bumper sticker?
I say you should have a good idea what a book is about by the cover. If you can’t judge a book by it’s cover it has a lousy publisher.
She was a lovely cat, complete with ruff, ear tufts & long fur between
her toes... she hated if you touched her ruff. She was born outside to a
cat my mom eventually caught. Her cat was a calico with rather stumpy
legs, stocky body & a shorter than usual tail. As for the father, he was
even bigger than my brother’s cat. Mom said he was almost the size of
a medium dog, a little smaller. The area we lived in had bobcats in the
woods behind our house, the whole area had nice woodlands. I suppose
he can tell the rest, I only know what I’ve been told.
I resemble that remark, absolutely.
"If you cant judge a book by its cover it has a lousy publisher."
Even when a book's premise insane, it's often profitable for the publisher to telegraph their intentions.
That suggests cannibalism. But if we had a basement ...
Good morning. I hope the dental work is successful! I haven’t had a report on Geology from Elen yet - keep forgetting to ask, in all the turmoil.
Kathleen and I went to bed early last night. I feel something like human today! And here is Pat, speaking of something like human ...
Good morning! It’s great to hear that you two got some sleep! (Sleeping is now my No. 1 hobby.)
We were snoozing on the sofa at 8:30 and in bed by 9:30.
She was born on our back porch in the early 1980’s, and we caught her by luring her in with a piece of chicken.
[Cat had a chicken addiction.]
She could cover the entire couch by stretching out, she had a good three foot or so spread when she stretched her legs out.
But she looked tiny, until you picked her up.
Then she felt like a brick.
Her meow was a softer version of the bobcat MWU-OWM, from her it sounded almost polite.
She’d snort out her nose at you.
She’d hunch her shoulders and give you a fixed stare.
If you stared back she’d get upset about it, turn sideways, and slap the ground at you.
However, if she was sitting in your lap she was VERY cuddly and affectionate.
She loved being combed and fussed over.
Only one veterinarian looked at her and ID’d what she was.
Poor guy looked like he was going to choke on his mustache.
And when Mimi decided to headbutt him and purr loudly,he decided she was harmless.
[Harmless, unlesss you were a bird or a mouse. Then you were done.]
My cable bill went up again, so I’m taking the box back to the company and will try to survive on bare-basic.
If I didn’t spend so much time in this tiny place, I probably wouldn’t mind. Anyway, it will be quite a bit less each month, even though I won’t get NCIS or the Graham Norton Show or BBA’s Top Gear. :o([
Here they take away channels that are on basic cable and then charge youmore for it.
There’s always radio ...
Disco song stuck in my head.
“On the radio Oh-WOAH-WOAH-WOAH.”
I can hear that, but no other words are associated, so far.
The problem here is that most stations that come in clear are Rap, Hispanic or New Wave. Even the C&W stations have a tough time deciding what is really C&W and what is Crossover, so listening causes ear pollution.
That’s why it is so horrible.
Everyone knows the supposed chorus of that disco tune.
Here we have Vassar college with their own radio station.
And very often they play music that flat out sucks.
Tunes that should never get air time.
Tunes that are so horrible they were put out by a no name label..
We’re planning to get rid of satellite TV and replace it with an antenna that reputedly has a signal range of at least 100 miles. My husband turned the TV off experimentally for a few days and I didn’t notice it. (We tune in talk radio on the laptops which is more interesting anyway.)
“...dont have enough flour to make pretzels.” Do you make the hard ones or the soft ones?
How does K convert to F and C?
Do you have a photo of her?
I’m derelict in my duty to get a pic of Crowbar. We took him for a checkup and immunizations two days after he adopted us, and today we brought him in for neutering in hopes that some of his undesirable behaviors will go away. We tried behavioral mod with him but he had a setback this morning so we followed through at the vet today. *Sigh*
Yes, but not scanned.
I think you’ve just hit on something! Our TN cats do a MWU-OWM. They seem bigger than the domestic cats around here. Gotta websearch bobcat calls.
“Here they take away channels that are on basic cable and then charge youmore for it.” Yeah, they do that *and* change our lineup. Last time it worked to our advantage because we got National Geographic back. A few changes ago, they did some weird thing on the science fiction channel so that we got wrestling and mixed martial arts. The only conclusion you can come to is that they have learning-disabled chimpanzees throwing darts at a board that’s somehow correlated to programming. Blech.
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