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.
When I hear that, it’s usually Bill playing the electric guitar.
He doesn’t summon odd things with that guitar, does he?
After Zon gets her bathroom and the deck, I'm converting the garage to a Man Cave and building a new garage as well. Assuming I can get a build permit for the new garage. A bunch of liberals got elected to the County board somehow and people are already sharpening their pitchforks over some of the new edicts.
That is an amazing story!
We have a lot of hawks here. When they glide on the wind, it’s hypnotic....
That bluebird was wicked!
We made certain we didn’t go near his hill when we rode.
One of the hummingbirds here would sit outside the window and stare at the cat.
The cat, wimp that it is, would shiver and cringe.
Nevermind the glass between the two.
“my possessed clothes washer” Thank you for my first lol of the day!
The dogs were tried and worn out in my washer. Had to get new dogs. I replaced the ring thingy that the dogs were in too.
Thank you for my second lol of the day!
Third lol—an auspicious beginning for a day! Will it affect my lab values?
That is a *lot* of work—wow!
I went to school with two girls (sisters, of course) whose hair was black but already had lots of white in it. Sixth and seventh grades. The 13 year old had much more gray than the 12 year old. Odd.
I didn’t start going gray until after I turned 56.
Some days are just awash in LOL. (Especially days with Tom, but that’s another subject.)
We have to go to Walmart this morning, as we have no cereal except Raisin Bran, which the populace find unsatisfactory. I like raisin bran, myself. In the afternoon, we have “presentations” with the homeschool association, an occasion for the students to do a little public speaking in someone’s living room.
Pat is going to explain the ukulele and play it. Sally is going to discuss our parish’s missions to Jamaica and the Dominican Republic. I’m going to introduce “Oral Interpretation,” the competitive speech event, and read two Robert Service poems. James may talk about bearded dragons, but if he can’t stop giggling, he can just be Audience.
It has a golf course in Guam, and involves a feral chicken and an active duty tax-chicklette (not calling her feral!!). #1 on Amazon first week, guaranteed.
Anoreth is fierce, but not feral. She cooked lamb chili for her shipmates yesterday! And there were many chickens upon the links in tropical Guam ...
It could be a blockbuster, but we’d have to change details to protect the reputations of some important people.
(None of these kittehs is Shannon.)
Those hummingbird beaks look sharp. Gregory used to stab wasps that approached his feeder. Maybe the cat knew something....
Your family has a very interesting (in a good way) life!
They are sharp, but somewhat fragile if abused.
If it cracks, the bird will die.
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