They have rules.
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.
Eh, no worries; I've been here so infrequently, of late, had you been spot-on I mightn't have noticed.
Hope all's well with you.
Just put in an offer on a house for my FIL; it's big enough for all of my tribe, plus has a very nice ground-floor space that will be built out with a bedroom, full-ADA bathroom, living room, kitchenette so he can live with us, so we can provide for his care and monitoring needs, but still have his very own place.
Now, if we can just get all of the inspectors and bankers to cooperate...
Best wishes - I’ll pray for your successful purchase!
Thanks. I’ve seen everything from palaces to absolute dumps, and I’m in the mood to be DONE looking.
I don’t blame you. It’s hard to find the right house anywhere, especially when there are a lot of you.
Oh, if it were ONLY the lot of us, we’d actually have MANY places to choose from; it’s my FIL’s physical limitations that are the deal breaker in almost every case. He gets around in a power chair, and walks only VERY short distances, so access is a huge issue.
There was a home I saw earlier this week that was big, very nice, had a mature vineyard out back, wine cellar, beautiful kitchen and bathrooms, all up-to-date — just a gorgeous place, and it had a full apartment in the lower level backing on the wine cellar with windows facing out across the valley, but it was built into a hillside, and all stairs everywhere.
Another house on which we actually made an offer would have had us building a whole separate cottage for my FIL to live in, or bring in a completed manufactured home and set it up. The lot was over an acre of beautiful rolling hillside with hard-packed sand walking trails throughout; no trouble in a power chair, but — again — tens of thousands in expenditure to make something work that was NICE, but only partway to what we really need.
The place we’re committing to will require minimal work to achieve our goals, and will put us within 1/4 mile of downtown Pleasant Hill, CA.
I empathize with your FIL. I’m sure that he will appreciate your efforts in complying with ADA, since they are so danged strict! Are you going to install a walk-in-tub for him?
If so, may I be his Roomie?
*snart*
;o])
Off to bed, Chillrun. Not feeling all that great. The week has been stressful, so far.
Morning will be different!
That first place you describe sounds like where I want to live! I’m guessing it wasn’t priced under $200,000, though.
1119 Vista Point Lane, Concord, CA 94521
Offered at $559K
http://www.movoto.com/real-estate/homes-for-sale/CA/Concord/1119-Vista-Point-Ln-12_40566282.htm
http://www.redfin.com/CA/Concord/1119-Vista-Point-Ln-94521/home/1866980
I reiterate: How on earth do you do it?!?!?
Uh oh. Have I goofed? The day lilies and daffodils I transplanted from last season are gorgeous. We also have a lovely maple sapling and a bunch of incidental blackberry bushes and pine saplings. (I like the expensive gifts.)
Wow. I mean, like ... Wow. That’s gorgeous.
Spinach. It’s the Ultimate SuperFood, according to the package.
I’d feel bad if the darned animals suffered. Dragonbaby was excited when the crickets got here, and I didn’t have to ride with Tom, because Bill was at school. He got home early - his teacher for his last class told him to leave because his cough was annoying everyone. I guess that’s a not-counted absence. Then Tom drove to his “Envirothon” meeting - that’s the Natural Resources Department competition that’s next week - and Bill picked him up afterward.
Now DP has gone to the church capital campaign meeting, and Elen went to help hand out materials and serve refreshments. Frank fell asleep on the sofa just after 5:00. I need to wake him up so he can have something to eat and go to bed.
They have rules.
Actually, we’ve learned not to consume collard greens, carrots or parsnips before we go to bed. The darned things keep us awake all night (multiple canines were given “pot likker” and they, too, seemed super-energized.) Collards are scarey.
Collards cost more than spinach, around here. Kale is cheap, though. And dragons like it, although Baby seems to like arugula best.
It is a beautiful house; the photos don’t begin to really do it justice.
Trouble is; it’s a short sale with two outstanding notes, so any buyer is going to have to wait for two banks to duke it out in addition to the usual foot-dragging inherent in real estate short sales.
With Alyson Hannigan as my witness, I had never heard of a Lufkin tape measure. Thanks.
That would be a nuisance. *sigh* I want to have a very small house someday, with a porch where I can sit with my greyhound and some catz, watching the grass grow.
Tom’s watching another X-Men movie. I can hear Patrick Stewart being that Xavier guy.
That’s possibly the “X-Men, First Class” film that I saw in the movies. Stewart’s character was walking around in that one. I think they were doing something with the voices.
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