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.
Maybe it just seems harder when you have arthritis. ;-)
No doubt : )
Very good, Bob.
I’ve been to Hoover Dam. It is unbelievably enormously big.
I'd have said "Terahno," but then, I'm from Mizzouruh, which borders Illinoise and Ioway.
Happy Birthday, And as my mother says happy personal new year.
I live here in southern California and have been to Phoenix to work on a project.
"I live here in southern California and have been to Phoenix to work on a project."
Speaking of Phoenix and phoenixes, I've been listening to, for almost half an hour now, a Buddhist priest chanting over the newly-virgin ground of a housing construction site one street over from where I sit as I type this.
Apparently it's bad luck here to build anything substantial without having a priest bless the site first. The guy even sounds angry sometimes, like he's telling the spirits of samurai who may have mislaid their guntles that poltergeistery mischief will not be tolerated.
Weird, interesting and ultimately completely irrelevant stuff. Am I in the right place, here?
The dude's still shouting. . . Oh, shoot. I think he heard the gales coming from my open window. It's an ill wind blowing now, I'm telling you.
That could turn into a novel! Are you sure it's Buddhist and not Shinto?
Definitely Buddhist. No Shinto.
LOL!
Thanks, TT!
“Very good, Bob.
I’ve been to Hoover Dam”
Who gives a Dam ?
I love sleeping under an open sky. Strange how a few (a few) older Scouts who will free rappel off a 350' face will balk at the idea of sleeping in the open.
A large group of 'never-done-it-before-ers' tried it with trepidation for the first time in a grove of huge oaks in the Mountain Bridge Wilderness Area in South Carolina (a hidden treasure with a chestnut tree graveyard). A strong wind came in that night and the Scouts were awakened by a machine gun pelting of acorns from great height.
The shock and bewilderment grew into laughter (and, by morning, lumps). For those guys, it cemented sleeping outside as *the* thing to do, when possible, instead of ruining the experience.
Backpacking out the next morning, we'd pass other hikers:
Were you guys stung by bees?
Nope. Acorns.
Tinkers.
They can afford it.
Perfect!
You fit in here like a loop in a bobba.
See post #1149. Pages three and four have the dam photos.
Well, you COULD be from NeVAHda, or even Ora-gone. And you could take an electronical item in a plastical bag with you.
Well, thanks, I guess. You don't have to be so surly about it.
Heh. It just happens to be the word my initials have spelled since the day I was named...get over it! LOL!
EH?
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