The valiant fight for abortion rights was won in the most unlikeliest of places: The Buckle of the Bible Belt.
Sarah Weddington sued infamous, long-serving Dallas County DA Henry Wade on behalf of serial baby factory, Norma McCorvey, better known as Jane Roe. Weddingon went on to the history books, Wade continued his reign on minority defendant rights (currently being undone by Democrat Craig Watkins) and abortion became legal in the US. (Ms. McCorvey had her baby, since her case was heard by The Supremes years too late, and gave the child up for adoption.) It was 1973.
To hear the Democrats, it still is.
But, now, the fight for abortion rights might be undone by another Sarah.
Alaskan Governor Sarah Palin is the living, breathing repudiation of every old abortion canard trotted out by the Left. And, she is two months away from being elected as the first woman Vice President of the United States, giving her the perfect platform to show the country just how out of step the Democrats and their liberal benefactors have become on this emotional issue. Ironically, they have themselves to blame. Had they nominated popular-vote winner Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, the Dems would not have Gov. Palin as Exhibit A in the Case Against the Left's Abortion Arguments. (An eloquent post by riverdaughter at The Confluence gives reasons for voting against the 2008 Democratic ticket.)
So, let's see how Gov. Palin proves the Dems wrong:
1. The Costs of Having a Disabled Baby are Too High
Gov. Palin gave birth this April to a "beautiful baby boy" she declared "perfect." He has Downs Syndrome, a diagnosis the governor and her husband learned after prenatal testing. They declined to abort even though about 90% of parents faced with this decision end their pregnancies. (sources: wiki, NYT)
2. We Shouldn't Burden Women With Babies They Can't Care For
Gov. Palin is a mother of 5, including newborn son Trig. She started her political career as a mother of three, had a daughter while mayor, and a son while governor. If Governor Palin and her husband can juggle 5 children and her duties as Vice President of the United States (she's currently a sitting governor), then few women can claim a baby will push them over the edge.
Now, there are some left-wing heavy hitters defending this fragile argument. Barabra Ehrenreich famously pontificated about her two abortions of convenience in the New York Times. She hypocritically claimed, "And when it comes to my children - the actual extrauterine ones, that is - I was, and remain, a lioness." But, clearly not for the two most defenseless cubs who had poorly timed their conceptions.
3. Women Deserve the Right To Choose Their Reproductive Destiny
Yes, they do. That is why we have condoms, The Pill, the IUD, the female condom, various hormone patches, the sponge, the cervical cap, tubal ligation and vasectomies (willing partners, only, please) and a clever invention called the calendar. None but the last were widely available to women who came of reproductive age during the Sixties and Seventies. But, they are now. (One fact conveniently left out of the Dems narrative on "choice" and "destiny" is the right to keep the baby, also a choice, as the staunchly anti-abortion Gov. Palin believes and exercised.)
There is a glaring reason young women aren't fired up about abortion rights. Few need them. These women grew up with the benefits of Roe and its associated battles - sex ed, condoms in high school bathrooms, and open lectures about STDs. They know how and why they can get pregnant and they realize that there are few excuses for it accidentally happening. All US women have access to contraception, even teens who can demand their boyfriends spend a few bucks at CVS. (Hey, Playa, it's half yours, remember.)
While women forty years ago had to use abortion as birth control, had the real fear of losing their jobs/diplomas/degrees if they got pregnant, or faced the prospect of a loveless shotgun marriage, today's women don't. Girls and women who find themselves with an oops have options their mothers couldn't have dreamed of. Pregnant teens can attend special high schools with daycare and career counsellors and there are colleges with on site childcare. All pregnant women have job protections, not just the married ones. And, in 2008, we have a legal system happy to slap delinquent dads with child support.
Simply put, we aren't living in the Sixties. We aren't Norma McCorvey. Today's accidentally pregnant face not the shame of illicit sex but the stain of ignorance. In short, we are expected to own our own destinies.
For the record, I am pro-choice and do not want to see Roe reversed. It is the lesser of two evils. No, birth control isn't infallible and mistakes do happen, sometimes in the heat of passion. But, as a mother, I can't sign up for abortion on demand, anytime, anywhere. Nope. While I certainly agree that a mother has more rights than a potential being, I believe a fetus past 22 weeks is its own separate being. There, I said it. Late-term abortions should only be done because of the health of the mother or in compassionate cases like anencephalic babies. Period.
But, what about rape and incest? If you waited later than 22 weeks, you can wait a few weeks more. Sorry. See the above paragraph.
The Democrats have arguments they lack the courage to make. It should be mandatory for hospitals to offer rape victims the morning after pill. It should be mandatory for pharmacies to honor prescriptions as written, not push their religious beliefs on their customers and undercut a doctor's treatment. And, we need to get rid of parental notification laws. These are fights worth having.
Alas, the Democrats are still mired in a pre-1973 world. They want to fight for rights women already have and for choices we can already make. Who, I wonder, can't surrender control of women's bodies?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
The Genie is Out of the Bottle and Out of Wishes
Lo! In the twentieth year after the world was supposed to end, according to the Prophet Orwell, a Star rose over the oldest lands of the New World. And, the New Orwellians rejoiced for, surely, their two-term lefty savior had arrived to become king.
Hence, as the Star sparkled in the prime time sky, did a wondrous event occur. Reverend Dean and Kerry, the king-in-waiting, did kiss the ring of Prince Kennedy and rub the feet of Daley, Overlord of Darkness. And, yea verily, on the vast temple before the assembled New Orwellians, the spell was broken. From the very toenails of the Overlord did rise a tall and handsome genie with a radiant smile and photogenic cheekbones.
And, the genie did gently circle his manicured hands and did speak to the New Orwellians. "People of the New World Order," said the genie. "We are not Earthlings or Starlight, Orwellians or Rovians. Nay, we are all Obamacons. And, yea verily, we will unite this planet in Boston and Seattle, in the City of Angels and the City of Wind, in Berlin and Paris, and in Ames and in Washington! Yes, we can! We will work together. You must wish it so. You must have hope!"
Yea, and the crowd roared its approval for it comprised the Creative Class and they were averse to work but they could dream and wish and hope.
But, the genie needed sustenance so he retreated to a dark doorway to smoke, leaving the New Orwellians to ponder his wisdom.
"My lord, how can thou unite the planet?" asked the Reverend Dean, verily enjoying the burning incense from the land of Marlboro.
"Ah, but I cannot," replied the genie.
"What?" screamed the Reverend. For he was known far and wide for his screams.
"But, you told the New Orwellians ..."
"My good reverend," said the genie, "I am a genie. I grant wishes. I do not work."
"Wishes?"
The genie did verily wave his elegant hands. "I am The One and I am here to grant three wishes to the man who broke the spell."
And, the Reverend Dean did let out his scream and jump up and down and pump his fists in the air. "He's not here. But, I know what he wants. I'll do it for him. I wish for John Kerry to win the election!"
"Well, uh, see, Reverend, we could get into the specificity of the paranormal vs. the audacious, and we could talk about this all day, about the ramifications, of, uh, wishes and their consequences," said the genie and Dean was verily entranced by the beauteous words and the dazzling smile and the wafting incense from the land of Marlboro. "But, see, when we get down to the, to the, look, I can only grant three wishes a year and between my wife and, anyway, no can do until 2005."
So, the Rovian King Dubya was not deposed and the New Orwellians would have to wait another four years for the calendar to turn, as was the custom in the New World.
But, lo, in that instant, a partnership was birthed. And, the genie's fame grew far and wide to Sin City and the New Sodom and promises were made and deals were hatched so that four years later the genie might become king-in-waiting. Soon, it became known among the New Orwellians that the genie would rule over them in 2008. For, it was inscribed in the NYT and WaPo, on dKos and Huff&Puff.
Hence, the 24th year after the Prophet Orwell had forecast the end of the world, the New Orwellians cheered as the genie became their king-in-waiting. But, the Rovians were not so taken with the genie and they bore false witness against him and circulated true stories about his lack of experience as a real king. And, the residents of the New World were curious.
Now, the genie had been forced to use all of his three wishes warding off Empress Hillary of Clintonia, sworn enemy of the Reverend Dean, Prince Kennedy and then former king-in-waiting Kerry. The Empress was the champion of the People of the Working Class and she beat the genie, only to be cast aside at the end by his last wish. But, lo, the genie was out of wishes and could not make himself king.
So, the New Orwellians faced life for four years under Lt. McCain, a Rovian that many liked more than the genie. And, the genie's fortunes looked dim. Lo, their last chance came upon them, a final pitched battle between the Empress and the genie. If the Empress won, she would click her red shoes, vanquish Lt. McCain, and return peace and prosperity to the New World.
But, alas, the Clintonistas, after a valiant fight, were unable to put the genie back in the bottle until the dark of winter descended on the lands and Lt. McCain had assumed the throne. The New Orwellians were split between the Rovians and the Clintonistas, and the rest were driven into exile to the very edges of the New World, the Blue Coasts.
Lo, it came to pass, in the 28th year after the Prophet Orwell had scheduled the end of the world, that Empress Hillary smote King McCain and became the rightful ruler of the New World, bringing peace, prosperity, and gender equality to all. It is whispered in these parts and others far and wide that the Empress Hillary kept on her desk a box from the land of Marlboro sealed tightly in a glass case and that on starry nights, a beauteous voice would bespeak the words "audacity" and "bitch".
Hence, as the Star sparkled in the prime time sky, did a wondrous event occur. Reverend Dean and Kerry, the king-in-waiting, did kiss the ring of Prince Kennedy and rub the feet of Daley, Overlord of Darkness. And, yea verily, on the vast temple before the assembled New Orwellians, the spell was broken. From the very toenails of the Overlord did rise a tall and handsome genie with a radiant smile and photogenic cheekbones.
And, the genie did gently circle his manicured hands and did speak to the New Orwellians. "People of the New World Order," said the genie. "We are not Earthlings or Starlight, Orwellians or Rovians. Nay, we are all Obamacons. And, yea verily, we will unite this planet in Boston and Seattle, in the City of Angels and the City of Wind, in Berlin and Paris, and in Ames and in Washington! Yes, we can! We will work together. You must wish it so. You must have hope!"
Yea, and the crowd roared its approval for it comprised the Creative Class and they were averse to work but they could dream and wish and hope.
But, the genie needed sustenance so he retreated to a dark doorway to smoke, leaving the New Orwellians to ponder his wisdom.
"My lord, how can thou unite the planet?" asked the Reverend Dean, verily enjoying the burning incense from the land of Marlboro.
"Ah, but I cannot," replied the genie.
"What?" screamed the Reverend. For he was known far and wide for his screams.
"But, you told the New Orwellians ..."
"My good reverend," said the genie, "I am a genie. I grant wishes. I do not work."
"Wishes?"
The genie did verily wave his elegant hands. "I am The One and I am here to grant three wishes to the man who broke the spell."
And, the Reverend Dean did let out his scream and jump up and down and pump his fists in the air. "He's not here. But, I know what he wants. I'll do it for him. I wish for John Kerry to win the election!"
"Well, uh, see, Reverend, we could get into the specificity of the paranormal vs. the audacious, and we could talk about this all day, about the ramifications, of, uh, wishes and their consequences," said the genie and Dean was verily entranced by the beauteous words and the dazzling smile and the wafting incense from the land of Marlboro. "But, see, when we get down to the, to the, look, I can only grant three wishes a year and between my wife and, anyway, no can do until 2005."
So, the Rovian King Dubya was not deposed and the New Orwellians would have to wait another four years for the calendar to turn, as was the custom in the New World.
But, lo, in that instant, a partnership was birthed. And, the genie's fame grew far and wide to Sin City and the New Sodom and promises were made and deals were hatched so that four years later the genie might become king-in-waiting. Soon, it became known among the New Orwellians that the genie would rule over them in 2008. For, it was inscribed in the NYT and WaPo, on dKos and Huff&Puff.
Hence, the 24th year after the Prophet Orwell had forecast the end of the world, the New Orwellians cheered as the genie became their king-in-waiting. But, the Rovians were not so taken with the genie and they bore false witness against him and circulated true stories about his lack of experience as a real king. And, the residents of the New World were curious.
Now, the genie had been forced to use all of his three wishes warding off Empress Hillary of Clintonia, sworn enemy of the Reverend Dean, Prince Kennedy and then former king-in-waiting Kerry. The Empress was the champion of the People of the Working Class and she beat the genie, only to be cast aside at the end by his last wish. But, lo, the genie was out of wishes and could not make himself king.
So, the New Orwellians faced life for four years under Lt. McCain, a Rovian that many liked more than the genie. And, the genie's fortunes looked dim. Lo, their last chance came upon them, a final pitched battle between the Empress and the genie. If the Empress won, she would click her red shoes, vanquish Lt. McCain, and return peace and prosperity to the New World.
But, alas, the Clintonistas, after a valiant fight, were unable to put the genie back in the bottle until the dark of winter descended on the lands and Lt. McCain had assumed the throne. The New Orwellians were split between the Rovians and the Clintonistas, and the rest were driven into exile to the very edges of the New World, the Blue Coasts.
Lo, it came to pass, in the 28th year after the Prophet Orwell had scheduled the end of the world, that Empress Hillary smote King McCain and became the rightful ruler of the New World, bringing peace, prosperity, and gender equality to all. It is whispered in these parts and others far and wide that the Empress Hillary kept on her desk a box from the land of Marlboro sealed tightly in a glass case and that on starry nights, a beauteous voice would bespeak the words "audacity" and "bitch".
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Can't a Guy Just Take His Vacation?
The nerve of some fledgling democracies and their megalomaniac imperialist neighbors!
Poor Barack Obama. After tirelessly watching the MSM and DNC do the heavy lifting during the Democratic primaries, he desperately needed a vacation - and a photo op with Granny, whom he hadn't visited in two years even though she is an unhealthy 85 and she raised him.
And, what happens? War breaks out in the Caucus Mountains. Damn those Caucasians! Always trying to thwart his plans!
To make matters worse, his time jogging on the beach and relaxing with a Mai Tai (yes, you can still get one in Hawaii) was interrupted because the Doogie Howsers running his campaign wanted a statement. Something presidential. Something with gravitas. (Isn't there an antibiotic for that? Well, there should be.) Something to show his bona fides! (I know there's a cream for that at CVS.) And, those idiot Jonas Brothers took three attempts to come up with a decent speech.
After that McCain guy went out and kicked some Ruskie butt!
After that McCain guy presciently called on the UN Security Council to have an emergency meeting!
And, as if things couldn't get worse, The Changeling had to give his speech in the ugliest black windbreaker to escape from MIT's annual Best Einstein Hair fundraiser!
Rewrite!
Except, this is the real world, Barry, not a perfectly choreographed speech (following a free concert). These are the kind of issues that presidents deal with, not selecting faux seals and posing for promotional pix.
Yes, Barry, these world-changing events - Russia wanting to rebuild the Soviet Union and threatening a major pipeline that Europe desperately needs - these are the times when sipping a Mai Tai comes second to getting on your private jet back to DC. Now.
If Obama really wanted to be presidential, rather than just appearing presidential, he would be in DC meeting with experts on Georgia and Putin. It's work, I know. It can't be delegated or outsourced or parsed. It's the unglamorous, yeoman side of the presidency that changes lives - real change.
But, a guy needs some time off, doesn't he? Can't a guy just take his vacation? No. Not if that guy is the president - or wants to be.
Poor Barack Obama. After tirelessly watching the MSM and DNC do the heavy lifting during the Democratic primaries, he desperately needed a vacation - and a photo op with Granny, whom he hadn't visited in two years even though she is an unhealthy 85 and she raised him.
And, what happens? War breaks out in the Caucus Mountains. Damn those Caucasians! Always trying to thwart his plans!
To make matters worse, his time jogging on the beach and relaxing with a Mai Tai (yes, you can still get one in Hawaii) was interrupted because the Doogie Howsers running his campaign wanted a statement. Something presidential. Something with gravitas. (Isn't there an antibiotic for that? Well, there should be.) Something to show his bona fides! (I know there's a cream for that at CVS.) And, those idiot Jonas Brothers took three attempts to come up with a decent speech.
After that McCain guy went out and kicked some Ruskie butt!
After that McCain guy presciently called on the UN Security Council to have an emergency meeting!
And, as if things couldn't get worse, The Changeling had to give his speech in the ugliest black windbreaker to escape from MIT's annual Best Einstein Hair fundraiser!
Rewrite!
Except, this is the real world, Barry, not a perfectly choreographed speech (following a free concert). These are the kind of issues that presidents deal with, not selecting faux seals and posing for promotional pix.
Yes, Barry, these world-changing events - Russia wanting to rebuild the Soviet Union and threatening a major pipeline that Europe desperately needs - these are the times when sipping a Mai Tai comes second to getting on your private jet back to DC. Now.
If Obama really wanted to be presidential, rather than just appearing presidential, he would be in DC meeting with experts on Georgia and Putin. It's work, I know. It can't be delegated or outsourced or parsed. It's the unglamorous, yeoman side of the presidency that changes lives - real change.
But, a guy needs some time off, doesn't he? Can't a guy just take his vacation? No. Not if that guy is the president - or wants to be.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Hey, NYT and WaPo, Are You Protecting Obaby, Too?
After months of dogged reporting by America's premier investigative news outlet, The National Enquirer, the truth has come out about John Edwards. I wish I were joking about NE being our best source but I'm not.
It turns out that the major national media players have been sitting on the Edwards affair story for, oh, almost a year. Yeah, not a few days to give the former senator and his family time to regroup and formulate a strategy. No, 9 FREAKING MONTHS. That must be a helluva strategy there, Johnny.
See, the MSM didn't think it was a major story - even though Edwards had been heavily touted to be a VP contender, Attorney General possibility, or Supreme Court candidate - and they didn't want to hurt Elizabeth's feelings - like she hadn't been hurt by the affair while she waits to die from stage 4 cancer - and they doubted the veracity of the source - which is fair, considering Edwards paramour was the inspiration for an unhinged coke head in a novel written by an ex-boyfriend. Still, two things bother me. One, if NE could find the dirt, surely our best journalists could have unearthed a few spadefuls. Second, even after finding the truth, our most trusted news sources sat on the story. For months.
Tragic.
And I don't mean the affair.
Here's the important question: are the MSM going to make amends by investigating The One?
You know the drill, Rezko, Wright, Ayers, his campaign tactics in Chicago, the birth certificate questions, etc. I'm looking forward to some kick-ass articles about all of this, now that the MSM has decided not to protect its Democratic favorites. (By the way, it was pretty clear to anyone with more than two brain cells that HRC was not an MSM fave. Can you imagine the uproar if she'd lied about speaking a foreign language? Yeah, exactly.)
Now, there are some gold stars to be handed out. The Boston Globe did an excellent series on The One's district. The Weekly Standard had an superb piece examining His Loftiness' writings for his local paper. There was a so-so article in The New Yorker about Chicago's influence on The Community Obamanizer by a reporter who has since been banned from The CO's sight. And the blogosphere has been on these stories from day one.
I understand being cautious. I understand checking sources. I even understand protecting friends or respected members of the community, especially if a story is highly personal and innocent bystanders, like spouses and children, will be hurt. But, I don't understand protecting candidates when the nation's interests are at stake.
I think it's time we stopped calling the New York Times our paper of record when it seems to have a pattern of keeping important stories off the record. And The Washington Post sure has fallen since it's heyday during the Watergate scandal. But the worst offenders are our major networks. Surely between updates on Britney's custody drama and the latest on the Brangelina twins' photo saga they could have squeezed in this little tidbit.
Because the nation cares.
Because Americans want to know who our politicians are as people and what their true values are. And, nothing exposes your true values like trotting out your family at campaign stops while you're betraying your dying wife.
But here's what has really stuck in my craw. Many of these same "journalists" who sat on the Edwards story were Bill Clinton's loudest critics. They tried their damnedest to bury the Clintons over Bill's one-night indiscretion (as opposed to an affair and yes there is a difference!). Yet, they held tight to their keyboards when the Edwards story was burning up cyberspace - likewise with many Obama stories.
So, let's see if we have this straight.
It turns out that the major national media players have been sitting on the Edwards affair story for, oh, almost a year. Yeah, not a few days to give the former senator and his family time to regroup and formulate a strategy. No, 9 FREAKING MONTHS. That must be a helluva strategy there, Johnny.
See, the MSM didn't think it was a major story - even though Edwards had been heavily touted to be a VP contender, Attorney General possibility, or Supreme Court candidate - and they didn't want to hurt Elizabeth's feelings - like she hadn't been hurt by the affair while she waits to die from stage 4 cancer - and they doubted the veracity of the source - which is fair, considering Edwards paramour was the inspiration for an unhinged coke head in a novel written by an ex-boyfriend. Still, two things bother me. One, if NE could find the dirt, surely our best journalists could have unearthed a few spadefuls. Second, even after finding the truth, our most trusted news sources sat on the story. For months.
Tragic.
And I don't mean the affair.
Here's the important question: are the MSM going to make amends by investigating The One?
You know the drill, Rezko, Wright, Ayers, his campaign tactics in Chicago, the birth certificate questions, etc. I'm looking forward to some kick-ass articles about all of this, now that the MSM has decided not to protect its Democratic favorites. (By the way, it was pretty clear to anyone with more than two brain cells that HRC was not an MSM fave. Can you imagine the uproar if she'd lied about speaking a foreign language? Yeah, exactly.)
Now, there are some gold stars to be handed out. The Boston Globe did an excellent series on The One's district. The Weekly Standard had an superb piece examining His Loftiness' writings for his local paper. There was a so-so article in The New Yorker about Chicago's influence on The Community Obamanizer by a reporter who has since been banned from The CO's sight. And the blogosphere has been on these stories from day one.
I understand being cautious. I understand checking sources. I even understand protecting friends or respected members of the community, especially if a story is highly personal and innocent bystanders, like spouses and children, will be hurt. But, I don't understand protecting candidates when the nation's interests are at stake.
I think it's time we stopped calling the New York Times our paper of record when it seems to have a pattern of keeping important stories off the record. And The Washington Post sure has fallen since it's heyday during the Watergate scandal. But the worst offenders are our major networks. Surely between updates on Britney's custody drama and the latest on the Brangelina twins' photo saga they could have squeezed in this little tidbit.
Because the nation cares.
Because Americans want to know who our politicians are as people and what their true values are. And, nothing exposes your true values like trotting out your family at campaign stops while you're betraying your dying wife.
But here's what has really stuck in my craw. Many of these same "journalists" who sat on the Edwards story were Bill Clinton's loudest critics. They tried their damnedest to bury the Clintons over Bill's one-night indiscretion (as opposed to an affair and yes there is a difference!). Yet, they held tight to their keyboards when the Edwards story was burning up cyberspace - likewise with many Obama stories.
So, let's see if we have this straight.
- Bill Clinton - fair game
- Hillary Clinton - fair game
- John Edwards - golden boy
- Barack Obama - The One They Desperately Want to Elect
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Vote for Paris!
The world is officially upside down.
I'm getting my news from Fox because I can't stand the O-bernut, I agreed with Michelle Malkin twice in one month, and now this. Paris Hilton has the best ad for president. Go Paris!
Seriously, if you don't think the Paris response is hilarious you must have the initials BO, think we have 57 states, and have tires as tightly inflated as your head.
From funnyordie.com, Paris for President (pink White House optional).
I'm getting my news from Fox because I can't stand the O-bernut, I agreed with Michelle Malkin twice in one month, and now this. Paris Hilton has the best ad for president. Go Paris!
Seriously, if you don't think the Paris response is hilarious you must have the initials BO, think we have 57 states, and have tires as tightly inflated as your head.
From funnyordie.com, Paris for President (pink White House optional).
Monday, August 4, 2008
What Happens in Indonesia Stays in Indonesia
So, here's what I don't get. If Barack Obama was adopted by Lolo Sotero and became legally, socially, and academically Barry Sotero, is his real name, legally and ballot-wise still Barry Sotero?
Are you catching my drift?
Did "Barack Obama" legally change his name from Barry Sotero? Or did he just show up in Honolulu with an old US passport and a wrinkled original birth certificate and get enrolled in school as Barack Obama? Who would have known, right? How would the school secretary know? Just because he had Indonesian school records (assuming those got passed along) wouldn't mean he wasn't American. Think about it! Hawaii is home to countless bases. People come and go from exotic locales all the time. And, in multicultural Ha-va-ii, nobody was going to question either "funny name."
So, what happens in Indonesia stays in Indonesia?
I know it's hard to imagine in our hyperlinked, ID obsessed, new millennial world that there was a time when people didn't ask for your eye scan when you used your Target gift card. But, yes, there was a more innocent period in America when a good, upstanding bank president's word and a few old, dogeared documents would be all you needed to register your child in school.
Nowadays, you need to leave fingerprints inked in your own blood and a DNA test proving parentage. Kidding. And, we really do plan to get those shot records in as soon as possible.
But, I digress ...
According to TexasDarlin's research, also documented at NoQuarter, the state of Hawaii seals the original birth certificates of children who are adopted. A new certificate is produced with the child's new last name, new father and/or mother, and other relevant information. So, if Barack Obama, Jr. was adopted by Lolo Sotero, he would probably have a birth certificate that says Barry Sotero.
What if Barry Sotero showed up with his original US passport and a copy of his original birth certificate (the one that had to have been sealed after his adoption in accordance with Hawaiian law), who would know he wasn't legally Barack Obama? And, why would they ask? Why would anyone ask?
They wouldn't. And, Barry Sotero could go all the way to the US Senate on those old pieces of paper. Would that be legal? I don't know but I have a feeling it's not. When you run for office, you have to do so under your legal name. What if Barry Sotero never got around to filing for a name change, something that would be part of the public record and would have come up on at least one of the gazillion searches I did on The Google. I'm no lawyer ... but ... I don't think Barry can be the legally elected junior senator from Illinois.
See where I'm going with this? Following the same logic, it's possible his name on the primary ballots wasn't valid and he received ZERO votes for the Democratic nomination.
Congratulations, Senator Clinton! Now, all you have to do is hire a team of private investigators, contact the FBI, and convince the MSM to take up your cause all in the next three weeks.
Or else, what happens in Denver will stay in Denver.
Are you catching my drift?
Did "Barack Obama" legally change his name from Barry Sotero? Or did he just show up in Honolulu with an old US passport and a wrinkled original birth certificate and get enrolled in school as Barack Obama? Who would have known, right? How would the school secretary know? Just because he had Indonesian school records (assuming those got passed along) wouldn't mean he wasn't American. Think about it! Hawaii is home to countless bases. People come and go from exotic locales all the time. And, in multicultural Ha-va-ii, nobody was going to question either "funny name."
So, what happens in Indonesia stays in Indonesia?
I know it's hard to imagine in our hyperlinked, ID obsessed, new millennial world that there was a time when people didn't ask for your eye scan when you used your Target gift card. But, yes, there was a more innocent period in America when a good, upstanding bank president's word and a few old, dogeared documents would be all you needed to register your child in school.
Nowadays, you need to leave fingerprints inked in your own blood and a DNA test proving parentage. Kidding. And, we really do plan to get those shot records in as soon as possible.
But, I digress ...
According to TexasDarlin's research, also documented at NoQuarter, the state of Hawaii seals the original birth certificates of children who are adopted. A new certificate is produced with the child's new last name, new father and/or mother, and other relevant information. So, if Barack Obama, Jr. was adopted by Lolo Sotero, he would probably have a birth certificate that says Barry Sotero.
What if Barry Sotero showed up with his original US passport and a copy of his original birth certificate (the one that had to have been sealed after his adoption in accordance with Hawaiian law), who would know he wasn't legally Barack Obama? And, why would they ask? Why would anyone ask?
They wouldn't. And, Barry Sotero could go all the way to the US Senate on those old pieces of paper. Would that be legal? I don't know but I have a feeling it's not. When you run for office, you have to do so under your legal name. What if Barry Sotero never got around to filing for a name change, something that would be part of the public record and would have come up on at least one of the gazillion searches I did on The Google. I'm no lawyer ... but ... I don't think Barry can be the legally elected junior senator from Illinois.
See where I'm going with this? Following the same logic, it's possible his name on the primary ballots wasn't valid and he received ZERO votes for the Democratic nomination.
Congratulations, Senator Clinton! Now, all you have to do is hire a team of private investigators, contact the FBI, and convince the MSM to take up your cause all in the next three weeks.
Or else, what happens in Denver will stay in Denver.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Race, Hypocrisy & Bottle Blondes
Subliminal miscegenation! Racist! Sinister overtones!
Yes, I'm sure Barack Obama is horrified, HORRIFIED, at the thought of a black man and two white women being pictured together. But not together. In an ad.
Pass the smelling salts, Minerva! A black man and a white woman togetha?
Oh, yeah, That's how we ended up blessed with The Blessed One.
Is it me or does the MSM suffer from a wee bit of hypocrisy? How can a biracial man, one who blathers on and on and on annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddd ooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn about being the son of a " typical white woman from Kansas" and an "African man black as pitch," honestly get riled up about being in an ad showing the candidate with two "typical white women?"
What am I missing?
John McCain's campaign, making light of Obama's celebrity persona, made a G-rated ad showing brief glimpses of blondes Britney Spears and Paris Hilton. It was an amusing commercial but nothing like the infamous Ford/Corker "Harold, call me" debacle. There were no sexual or racial overtones, undertones, or Coppertones. Simply a white face, a brown face, then another white face. And some music.
All those colors! Minerva, those smelling salts!
What are we becoming as a nation? First, Hillary Clinton is raked over the coals for having the temerity to suggest President Johnson had anything to do with Civil Rights and now this crap. A benign ad starring two of our most vacuous celebrities is branded "racist" and "sinister" because their race only half-matches the candidate's.
If it's racist to feature a half-white candidate in the same ad as two white women, is it equally racist to feature a half-black man with two African American starlets? Would the ad have passed muster with nervous netroots nellies if it had depicted Omarosa and Crystle Stewart (our most recent Miss USA Winner to fall on her world stage)? Perhaps McCain's campaign could have gotten away with mixed-race celebrities like Halle Berry and Mariah Carey, except both are accomplished women and the meme of this ad was a lack of experience.
Wait! If there are other mixed-race people in our country, Obama isn't the only biracial American, is he? He just thinks he is because it's always about him. Just like this story wasn't about race but hypocrisy and double standards.
Simply put, because he is half-white himself, a half-white-half-black candidate cannot cast sinister aspersions on an ad's white celebrity faces. Does the good senator have a problem with inter-racial dating? Wouldn't that make him a hypocrite? Or, even a self-loathing hypocrite?
It wasn't just the race card that got played this week. It was the hypocrisy card. It was played by the Obama campaign and the jokers were the liberal MSM.
Minerva, a case of smelling salts for MSNBC and HuffPo ASAP!
Yes, I'm sure Barack Obama is horrified, HORRIFIED, at the thought of a black man and two white women being pictured together. But not together. In an ad.
Pass the smelling salts, Minerva! A black man and a white woman togetha?
Oh, yeah, That's how we ended up blessed with The Blessed One.
Is it me or does the MSM suffer from a wee bit of hypocrisy? How can a biracial man, one who blathers on and on and on annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddd ooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn about being the son of a " typical white woman from Kansas" and an "African man black as pitch," honestly get riled up about being in an ad showing the candidate with two "typical white women?"
What am I missing?
John McCain's campaign, making light of Obama's celebrity persona, made a G-rated ad showing brief glimpses of blondes Britney Spears and Paris Hilton. It was an amusing commercial but nothing like the infamous Ford/Corker "Harold, call me" debacle. There were no sexual or racial overtones, undertones, or Coppertones. Simply a white face, a brown face, then another white face. And some music.
All those colors! Minerva, those smelling salts!
What are we becoming as a nation? First, Hillary Clinton is raked over the coals for having the temerity to suggest President Johnson had anything to do with Civil Rights and now this crap. A benign ad starring two of our most vacuous celebrities is branded "racist" and "sinister" because their race only half-matches the candidate's.
If it's racist to feature a half-white candidate in the same ad as two white women, is it equally racist to feature a half-black man with two African American starlets? Would the ad have passed muster with nervous netroots nellies if it had depicted Omarosa and Crystle Stewart (our most recent Miss USA Winner to fall on her world stage)? Perhaps McCain's campaign could have gotten away with mixed-race celebrities like Halle Berry and Mariah Carey, except both are accomplished women and the meme of this ad was a lack of experience.
Wait! If there are other mixed-race people in our country, Obama isn't the only biracial American, is he? He just thinks he is because it's always about him. Just like this story wasn't about race but hypocrisy and double standards.
Simply put, because he is half-white himself, a half-white-half-black candidate cannot cast sinister aspersions on an ad's white celebrity faces. Does the good senator have a problem with inter-racial dating? Wouldn't that make him a hypocrite? Or, even a self-loathing hypocrite?
It wasn't just the race card that got played this week. It was the hypocrisy card. It was played by the Obama campaign and the jokers were the liberal MSM.
Minerva, a case of smelling salts for MSNBC and HuffPo ASAP!
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