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.
It looks like a soild dove.... *snert*
You may want to call her Chylde, since we already have a DC. Less confusing that way. Just sayin’
The wonman who initially refused me service is the same one who scheduled my appointment, and I know there is at least one other person I worked with who is still there...maybe three or four, as I recognize the voices.
Ohwell.
I may have to cancel, the way I’m feeling today.
We’ll see in a while.
Good luck!
Happy Birthday!
..on the 27th.
I’ll be away.
Ooops.
Sa’right.
Walp. I cancelled the appointment for tomorrow. I’m just too tired to deal with a dog and pony show, with me as the dog.
In browsing the website, though, I realized they are still using the name for the newsletter that I chose in the contest when they first started up. I won lunch with the bosses, a mug and a hat. That seems like so long ago.
The wind is really blowing today, and I will be doing good if I even go check the mail.
Another time ...
Tom’s mowing the lawn. Bill went to pick up his pal Andrew at school and then ... whatever ...
I need to get the remainder of the personnel squared away so Kathleen and I can have a nap.
Howdy! Wow we left on a road trip for a few days and now home.. the weather has been hot for us 50 degrees during the day for the past few.
Still 62 inches of snow officially. The snow blower they use for the roads to town broke so they are using a Cat and a front loader to move the snow. Talk about a bumpy ride into town yesterday.
39 degrees F here.
Ugh.
52 and sunny, off to seek my nap.
Warmed up just enough for the mud to unfreeze here.
Have a good nap! Baby naps are so fun to share.
Glad y’all are home safe and sound, although bumped around! Thanks for letting us know....
Critters that hide in walls make me crazy. When I was still in school, I was sitting at the kitchen table working on a paper when I heard paper being torn. I opened the cabinet and the shelf paper was a little bit shredded. Looked around, closed the cabinet, went back to writing, heard tearing, ran back to cabinet, threw open the door, nothing. This went on for four or five cycles until I finally left the cabinet doors open and sat on the floor half watching, half writing. It finally gave up. That hadda be one wiseguy mouse. If we’re the superior species, how is it that the little mouse manipulated me into doing my paper on the floor?
Please see above (giggle).
Thanks! I thought it would be OK because the c was lower case, but for all I know she too is building additions onto the house, so it’s better to avoid confusion. If youse ever feel the need for more confusion, there’s always plenty to spare over here.
You can never start celebrating too early. Of course, when you do that you feel much older....
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