Translated: Many judges are lazy and easily influenced by incorrect decisions. Natural born has been contorted to mean native-born by such judges who aren't smart enough to read or correctly interpret Wong, preceding case law and English common law.
Re Translated: If a court decides a case which conflicts with my opinion, then they are “lazy and easily influenced by incorrect decisions.”
Nice work if you can get it. People who go to court don’t have the luxury of ignoring the law. Read again in my little blurb above.
Do I need to write this in a fairy tale or bedside story mode?
Once upon a time there were three little Birthers. One, went to court in Indiana and tried to win an NBC case without talking about Wong. The big bad court huffed and puffed and blew the little pig out of his court room.
The second little piggie, er Birther, went to court and told the judge the Wong Court was lazy and stupid and so was any court that relied on them. The big bad wolf, er Court huffed and puffed and blew the Birther out of the courtroom.
The third little Birther, had listened to a wise old Wolf named parsy, who said, Little Pig, you may not like Wong, but you had better find some way to distinguish your case from that one, or you’ll be blown away in the courtroom.
So, the third little Birther, thought and thought and read and read, and he realized that he just didn’t have a prayer. Instead of wasting his time on useless Birther stuff, he left the movement. Immediately, his life improved and he didn’t spend all his time trying to swim upstream. He met a nice little female ex-birther.
They went over to the wise old Wolf’s house and partied and drank Wild Vines Blackberry Merlot. The wise old Wolf played Puff the Magic Dragon on his guitar for them, and the two little piggies, er birthers fell in love and woke up the next morning in the spare bedroom. They decided to get married and lived happily ever after. The Wise Old Wolf gave away the bride at the wedding.
The other two birthers never did get it. They spent years and years in fruitless appeals and became too old to reproduce. Or even think about it. They became no fun to hang out with and eventually the two little birthers moved to a desert isle, where they sat and grumbled and rolled around in slop the rest of their days.
They didn’t live happily ever after.
parsy, who is trying to save you from this fate.....