There are more than 160 comments on the wire story about President Obama's birth certificate. People are mad at each other over this. There's a lot of "So's your old man" quality to the discourse. One commenter asked another commenter if he wore a tin foil hat all day. (I favor the armadillo helmet worn by Sheev in the Dukes of Hazzard movie; it beats tin foil like a drum in screening out government mind-probe waves).
Some of the commenters are still suggesting that the birth certificate released today is a forgery and want some scientific analysis and testing. Fine with me. Bring in a bi-partisan team of scientists. And after they're done and determine that it's legit, we can all speculate as to whether they were bought off.
A certain segment of the body politic will never be convinced that a group of conspirators didn't get together in the summer of 1961, convince the Honolulu Sunday Advertiser to print a bogus birth announcement and pay off a bunch of doctors and nurses to gin up a phony birth certificate for a baby boy they had a hunch might be president some day.
These conspirators were particularly far-sighted, because in 1961, it didn't look too promising that a baby of an African dad would grow up to be president of the United States any time in the next two centuries. Given the fact that people of African ancestry were encountering some difficulties in the summer of '61 gaining admission to certain public schools, drinking from certain water fountains, getting seated at certain lunch counters, sitting anywhere they wanted in certain motion picture houses, being able to live in certain parts of town and, oh, for another example, vote in certain states, picking Barack Hussein Obama as the Chosen One was a real long shot bet for Manchurian Candidate conspirators. Of that you can be certain.
You really have to hand it to them.
