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.
We have two dachshunds. When I want to call them, I just use the weenie whistle.
Yes, if only we could all live in one of your houses.
Having a subway entrance in the basement helps a lot.
Seems like it. Has all the earmarks (cattitude of entitlement and superiority, demands to be waited on, etc.) He didn’t get it from my side of the family.
Good morning, y’all!
Off to get my chest squashed in a vise.
TTYL
Enjoy!
You’re getting the compressed version, I take it? Blessings.
The rogue. I be skeerd of him.
They’ll have to tie me down to make me go through that again, thanks. I don’t envy you.
Good morning. Tough night of baby-spewing, but we’re up to face the day. A sharp young man from Laos, USMC veteran, is here working on the air conditioner; it’s my service-contract spring tune-up.
I think I’m up for the day, too. I checked all the places I need to go today and they are all within half a mile of each other! YAY!!!
Except, of course, Walmart...ugh. I can do that on the way home.
One of my neighbors volunteered to take me, so I will give her gas money or buy her lunch, whichever she prefers.
The Laotian gent says our a/c is fine. We have to go to Walmart, too. If only I could pick you up and we’d all go together ...
That would be an awesome thing, wouldn’t it? Your Walmart is so hugh that you would probably feel like you were in a storage closet in mine! LOL!
I’m glad your a/c is fine. We are supposed to have NASTY weather the next four days, so I haven’t put my little space heater up, yet.
There are usually two to four months in the year, when I don’t use heat or a/c, but if it gets too stuffy, I turn on the fans.
The mulberry trees are in full bloom...ugh for people who are allergic.
Shannon is licking the carpet. Kathleen must have dribbled milk there ;-).
I turned the hem back up on James’s Cub Scout pants, and now they can be Vlad’s. Now I need to hem James’s new, larger pants, before his next meeting.
“...a mud room with a concrete floor and a floor drain would be an absolute MUST.” When we were planning our retirement home, I expressed the wish for a stainless steel kitchen with a steam cleaner and a drain in the floor. My husband responded, “I’d feel like I’m living in a sink!” He recently suggested installing a drain in the kitchen floor heheheheh....
I’m ba-a-a-a-ack!
There is good news and bad news. The good news is that one pair of glasses is paid for. The bad news is that my eyes are so bad, none of the stores have the lens strength in stock. So I am waiting. Up to two weeks... *sigh* I may have to wait a while for the second pair, but that’s OK, as long as I can see.
The weather is getting ugly, now. The temp is dropping, it’s getting muggy and the wind is picking up.
Too bad you couldn’t get stock lenses. I’ve always had to wait for mine!
I discovered once that some of our plastic drinking glasses have the curvature in the bottom that actually lets me focus on things.
So if ever I have to go all Burgess Meredith on the world, at least I have a plan.
You know, seeing is highly overrated...
Come to think of it, I’ve always had to wait for my glasses, too. When I was a kid, it was because we lived in a town 60 miles from the nearest optician, so once our eyes were examined and the frames picked out (do they realize how hard it is to see what you look like when you have no lenses in the frames...???) we had to wait two weeks.
The glasses would come by mail. Oh happy day! It seems one or both of us had to have new lenses and/or frames every six to eight months.
If I didn’t have sicca syndrome, I’d go back to contacts, but my eyes are too dry, now.
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