From the always wonderful Colin McEnroe at the Hartford Courant
The death-eaters birthers have got me thinking. There are a number of people whose birth certificates have never been produced:
Where are the birth certificates of these people? What are they hiding?
Actually, Barack Obama is the only famous person whose birth certificate I HAVE seen. If it were any more ubiquitous, it would be decoupaged onto shower curtains.
Psst. my very own birth certificate does not have my name on the front of it. It was written on the back a few days later. I imagine Birthers would have a screeching hissy fit over that, should I ever run for office.
(I was born six weeks premature in an era when that was life-threatening. They didn’t know for a week if I’d live and had way more important things to worry about than my name on the birth certificate. But to a Birther, I guess that puts the legitimacy of my birth certificate into Serious Doubt – when they’re not hallucinating that black helicopters are following them, that is. Or foaming in rage because a Black man is president.)