I’m just resting up and waiting for the next onslaught of rabid birthers. I can hear them. They are just over the hill..their bonfires burning....the warpaint....their wild whoops and howls.....
The tom toms are beating now. Driving them into a frenzy. Some want to wipe the war paint from their faces and run back to the safety of the villages. The other Birthers won’t let them. The war chiefs are busy plotting the next attack. “He got us on the Wong stuff” they say. “Yeah, and he nailed us on the name calling” another one chips in. “He is in so many places at one time” says the female chief.
“He is invincible, and strong like the bull” says one. “And fleet of mind as the antelope” another one lauds. “He is a mighty warrior and much honor will be upon our tribes if we can but bring him down.” says the Chief of Chiefs.
And so it goes on into the night.
And parsifal laughs! “Let them bang their drums! Let them paint the dark paint of bull manure on themselves to hide in the night! Let them bring their arrows and their spears! They will be as the Weapons of Nerf unto me, and bounce off the Armor of Truth!”
And.....parsifal waits....unafraid....secure....prepared....The Perfect Warrior....
parsifal, the Inhuman Fiend!
Children sub potestate parentis follow the condition of the father; or, if no father, of the mother. If of full age, and emancipated, they are subject to the same rules as any adult person.
Secretary of the Navy. Papers on Naturalization and Expatriation, p. 45. Government Printing Office, Washington, D. C, 1873.