Rebirthers of A Nation: The Last Word.

Portrait of a usurper as a young boy.

Portrait of the usurper as a little boy.

Jeff,i purposely took a few days to consider whether, and how to respond. i understand that blogging is not journalism, and that’s why – though popular – blogging is bullshit. i understand that you are not impartial in your blogs, but this is outright ranting. you come off, at least to lil’ ol’ me, as being just as crazy as the fringe fanatics you are blogging about. i mean, c’mon, you pick two people on the extreme as a a rebuttal to my question? you’re trying to show the invalidity of the question by pointing to Keys and Taitz – that’s a smokescreen. deal with the issue, and not the people. during the campaign i saw a so-called copy of Obama’s birth certificate. here’s a few things that are shady: (1) the one i saw was red, so which one is correct? (2) why is Obama’f father listed as African, as opposed to Kenyan? Africa is not a country, or even a nation – it is a continent. your birth certificate doesn’t list your father as American, does it? (maybe it doesn, idk) (3) the governor of Hawaii has said she WILL NOT release Obama’s birth certificate, so how is a copy floating around the internet? (4) related to my 3rd point, if someone askes me to produce my birth certificate, i can whip out a raised-seal copy. Obama could have shut this down YEARS ago by just whipping it out. he, to my limited knowledge, has not produced his own birth certificate. why? simply why?now, even in having these questions, i’m not sitting in my underwear on my front porch with a riffle and a handmade sign saying “Obama is not the president.” but, given that this is such an easy issue to resolve, it is real fishy that he hasn’t resolved it. and i don’t care how many of his supporters wanna throw Keys, Taritz, or anybody/thing else in the discussion to try and confuse the issue. whether i’m a blogger or a journalist, i’m curious as to what he is hiding – if anything.

you can support Obama, be a blogger, and be fair. even in my blogs where i stood strongly on a particular issue, i still was fair to the other side. i didn’t call them names, i didn’t belittle their viewpoint, and i didn’t confuse people with the issue. in the interest of advancing the discussion, leave the amateur stuff to the amateurs.

Aaron, I’m glad to read you aren’t sitting in your tighty whiteys on the front porch with a rifle and a handmade sign saying “Obama is not the president.”  That’s a visual I can live without and one  I’m sure your neighbors would agree with.

The point about picking on two wing-nuts like Orly Taitz and Alan Keyes is to provide a vivid illustration of the caliber of crackpots that are embracing this birther bullshit.  We are known by the company we keep and if you choose to carry the water for cranks like those two, well…buy the ticket and take the ride.

When someone with some degree of credibility casts their lot with The Birthers, maybe I’ll take them seriously, but right now it’s the shallow end of the right-wing gene pool splashing about with them and as a supposedly serious conservative, I’m a bit surprised you’d want to get anywhere near this kind of sleazy hogwash.   Had the results of the presidential election turned out differently and  it was nuts on the far Left claiming John McCain wasn’t a U.S. citizen because he was born in Panama, I can assure you I’d treat them with the same scorn and contempt that I have for Keyes and Taitz.

Of course, that might just be me being as “crazy as the fringe fanactics” I blog about.    The thing is if I’m crazy because I don’t believe the Birthers, what does that make you since you do?

Barack learning you cant argue with a sick mind.

Barack learning you can't argue with a sick mind.

The president has better things to refute your claims.   I, on the other hand, frankly live for this kind of thing.

You like shooting fish in a barrel, Aaron?   Good.  Here we go.   I’m not going to do a blow-by-blow repudiation of your points.  Frankly, the only even semi-legitimate questions are your third and fourth so those are ones I’ll address.

(3) the governor of Hawaii has said she WILL NOT release Obama’s birth certificate, so how is a copy floating around the internet? (4) related to my 3rd point, if someone askes me to produce my birth certificate, i can whip out a raised-seal copy. Obama could have shut this down YEARS ago by just whipping it out. he, to my limited knowledge, has not produced his own birth certificate. why? simply why?

What it is that’s “floating around the internet” is not Barack Obama’s birth certificate.   It is a certification of live birth which is the official document issued by the state of Hawaii to requests for a copy of a birth certificate.   State officials in Hawaii have repeatedly affirmed the authenticity of the document.

You’re partially right that Obama hasn’t released his birth certificate.    But Hawaii doesn’t issue birth certificates.  Not to Barack Obama or anyone else.   A June 2009 article from the Honolulu  Star-Bulletin explains:

The state Department of Health no longer issues copies of paper birth certificates as was done in the past, said spokeswoman Janice Okubo.

The department only issues “certifications” of live births, and that is the “official birth certificate” issued by the state of Hawaii, she said.

And, it’s only available in electronic form.

Okubo explained that the Health Department went paperless in 2001.

The Birthers counter, “Well, where’s the original paper document?”   By  law, the state can’t release Obama’s birth records without his permission and even then the document can only be released to or inspected by someone with a “direct and tangible” interest.   Sorry playa, but Keyes, Taitz and you don’t qualify.

There is no reason for President Obama to respond to these ludicrous accusations.  NONE. As the leader of the free world, he’s got far more important things to do than dignify the wack-ass claims of losers like Keyes and twits like Taitz.   All Obama catering to the circus clowns would do is start an entire new round of questions as to why he delayed releasing the documents and demands for independent verification that the birth certificate isn’t a forgery.

Even if Obama were to hand deliver to Keyes his birth certificate (an event which is as about as likely as Orly Taitz appearing in the next Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue), that isn’t the end of documents being demanded from the president.   According to, Gary Kreep, an attorney representing Keyes has sent out a list of other documentation they want to get their hands on:

  • Actual long-form birth certificate (NOT an easily-forged electronic copy of a short-form document that is not even officially accepted in Hawaii)
  • Passport files
  • University of Chicago Law School scholarly articles
  • Harvard Law Review articles
  • Harvard Law School records
  • Columbia University records
  • Columbia University senior thesis, “Soviet Nuclear Disarmament”
  • Occidental College records, including financial aid that he may have received
  • Punahou School records, where Mr. Obama attended from the fifth grade until he finished high school
  • Noelani Elementary School records, where Barack Obama attended kindergarten (according to the Hawaii Department of Education, students must submit a birth certificate to register — but parents may bring a passport or student visa if the child is from a foreign country)
  • Complete files and schedules of his years as an Illinois state senator from 1997 to 2004
  • Obama’s client list from during his time in private practice with the Chicago law firm of Davis, Miner, Barnhill and Gallard
  • Illinois State Bar Association records
  • Baptism records
  • Obama/Dunham marriage license
  • Obama/Dunham divorce documents
  • Soetoro/Dunham marriage license
  • Soetero/Dunham adoption records
  • You’re a reasonable man, Aaron.  Does that list seem remotely reasonable to you?

    Facts are stubborn things.  - Ronald Reagan

    "Facts are stubborn things." - Ronald Reagan

    Finally, let’s address the ancillary issue of blogging and my approach to it.

    You’re dang tootin’ blogging ain’t journalism.  It doesn’t pay nearly as well and the audience is a lot smaller.   Even smaller than the Columbus Post. I’ve never pretended to be anything remotely close to an objective journalist when I’m blogging, but I don’t tell lies or deliberately mislead the readers I do have.   I value them too much to insult their intelligence that way.

    What you fail to remember Aaron is that even when I was an active journalist, I always wore several hats.  I’ve been a reporter, a editor and a columnist.   My professional obligations to impartiality and objectivity only extend to the reporter and editor roles.  As a columnist, I said what I thought and tried to support it with a factual foundation.

    You want me to debate the substance of the  Birthers claims?  Sorry, but I can’t do that.   That would give the Birthers a legitimacy they aren’t worthy of.   I won’t give them the legitimacy of taking them seriously enough to give their absurd claims a hearing.

    You say I’m not “fair to the other side?”  What’s fair?    I’m a liberal and progressive who’s coming from the Left side of the aisle.  That can’t be a news flash.   I’m not inclined or qualified to give the conservative perspective.   I leave that to someone who is better at it than I am.  Somebody like you, Mr. Martin.

    I’m not going to pretend I’m going to be fair because the unfair way the Birthers have treated President Obama doesn’t deserve fairness.   There are legitimate reasons to disagree with Obama, but calling him an illegitimate president isn’t one of them.

    What I find most interesting about your remarks isn’t you throwing Obama to the wolves.  Nothing new about that.   No, what is new is you taking me to task as a blogger and journalist, but you accept without any proof the most absurd claims from some notoriously unreliable sources.   When did you lose the healthy dose of skepticism a good reporter needs, Aaron?

    I hope you’re finally done with this because barring any future revelations, I certainly am.  You’ve got at least three more years and possibly eight to gripe about what the president does.  Why waste time on silly nonsense about his birth?

    Wheres your common sense?

    Where's the common sense?

    28 Years Later (it’s our anniversary!)

    Our wedding was many years ago.  The celebration continues to this day.  ~Gene Perret

    Our wedding was many years ago. The celebration continues to this day. ~Gene Perret

    Most days I blah-blah-blah about whatever it is that’s rattling around in my head.  Maybe it’s politics.  Might be music.  Could be something I’m ticked off about.  Every so often it’s about something I’m feeling pretty good about.

    Nothing particularly earth-shattering about today.  It’s just my 28th wedding anniversary.

    You’ve heard of 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later?   Welcome to 28 Years Later but don’t expect no sequels.  If this doesn’t work, this is IT!

    But so far, so good.   Most of the time it’s been 28 years of (relatively) wedded bliss.  Of course, Vanessa and I are in agreement the first five to seven years really wasn’t a whole lot of fun.

    Despite dating for five years, you never know how much you have to learn about someone until you’re seeing them every damn day and night of your life.   You’re going to learn things that may shock, depress, amaze and inspire you.

    I’d like to think we’ve experienced all that and then some.

    Today is pretty much an unplanned series of events.   We’ll go to the gym and get a workout in.  Maybe grab a little lunch.  Chill for the bulk of the daylight hours (though it’s dark and cloudy right now) and tonight we have dinner reservations as a restaurant we’ve been thinking about checking out for years.   After that, it would be nice if we could find a nice club that plays some jazz and serves some good drinks.   That’s not an easy combo to come by in Columbus.

    What about the orchids?

    According to, orchids are the chosen flower of 28th anniversary celebrations and why is this you may well ask?

    Just as an orchid plant is breathtaking, your twenty-eighth year of marriage can be a breathtaking time of change in your marriage as your children chart their own course in life and the two of you have more time alone together.

    Breathtaking?   As this age, sometimes it’s hard to get another breath.   Can’t disagree with the sentiment about the kids though.

    Vanessa and I will share a drink or two tonight and wonder how many couples we’ve known over the years are still together.

    28 years together.  As I tell the lady of my life, “A lot of murderers don’t get that much time.”

    Happy Anniversary, Vanessa.   In my heart you will always have a home.

    p.s.  Just to prove I’m not so old I’ve forgotten all the details, here’s our wedding song from that day long ago and far away.

    The Last Liberal Lion

    Senator Edward M. Kennedy: 1932 - 2009

    Senator Edward M. Kennedy: 1932 - 2009

    In the U.S. Senate there are 100 men and women, two from every state, whom are part of what is called, “the world’s greatest deliberative body.”  No one senator has any more clout than another.   It is a body of equals.

    But that doesn’t mean there aren’t some exceptional men and women who through their accomplishments and acumen don’t separate themselves from the pack.   Edward Moore Kennedy served for nearly 50 years in the Senate and was the personification of the power and possibilities of liberalism.   If anyone came closest to being known as “The Senator” it was Kennedy.   For those of us who admired and respected Kennedy we can only quietly agree with President Obama when he hailed the Masschusettes icon as “the greatest United States Senator of our time.”

    As the last surviving son of the Kennedy dynasty he contributed a lifetime of public service, exhibited both great personal courage and shocking lapses of responsibility.    If we hardly knew his brothers John and Robert as they were both taken in the flower of their youth, Ted  carried on the legacy of the Kennedy family and build on it in a way that had an incalculable impact on the course of the nation.

    As an African-American, it’s hard to think of a time when there wasn’t a Kennedy name attached to the struggle for equal rights for minorities, women and others closed out of their piece of the American Dream.   Ted Kennedy didn’t have to go that route.   He had enough money and power to keep his hands clean and out of the dirty, difficult work of opening up the doors that had been shut in the faces of Black people.    I am personally grateful he chose to stand in the fire and fight for what he believed was right.

    The Kennedys were the closest thing America got to a royal family.

    The Kennedys were the closest thing America had to a royal family.

    The chorus of voices lauding the life and times and accomplishments of Senator Kennedy will drown out the disapproving few who will sneer at his clueless liberal politics, his expanding girth, the key role he played in derailing the right-wing extremist Robert Bork’s Supreme Court nomination and of course, the horrible judgment he displayed in the death of Mary Jo Kopechne who died in a car accident on Chappaquiddick  Island in 1969.

    Ted Kennedy was a man of great virtues and great flaws, but he overcame his weaknesses and through time and trial, came closest to realizing the greatness of the Kennedy legacy.

    Kennedy’s presidential ambitions effectively died with Kopechne and despite a fierce fight with Jimmy Carter for the Democratic Party’s presidential nomination in 1980, he would be more effective as the iconic elder statesman supporting the candidacies of John Kerry and Barack Obama.

    Maybe Kennedy was where he belonged in the Senate.  If you’re going to make a difference as a legislator you have to be willing to make enemies.  Kennedy had plenty of those, but some of the resentment came from him being very good at getting things done.   Even those who hated Kennedy and everything he stood for must admit if they have any honesty that he was a man of principle and knew how to work the process to see his agenda through.

    As President Obama struggles to regain the initiative in the crucial battle over national healthcare reform, one of Kennedy’s unrealized ambitions,  I wish—I hope—that Obama takes it upon himself to make it a centerpiece of his presidency to see this through to the end and doesn’t compromise away the heart and soul of the reform to gain a few Republican votes.   Not even Obama would say he is at the core of his being as much of an unabashed liberal as Ted Kennedy was.

    Kennedy first gave his blessing to Obama in 2006 when he asked should he mount a presidential run.  Kennedy replied, “Your time only comes once, and this is your time.”     When he formally gave Obama his endorsement Kennedy invoked his brother John’s presidency and the potential he brought to the nation before his untimely demise.

    “I’ve seen it. I’ve lived it. And with Barack Obama, we can do it again,” Kennedy said and last November the voters agreed with his optimism.

    Among the accolades and tributes that will follow over the next few days for Ted Kennedy,  the president should make it not just a priority, but a mission to make sure Kennedy’s lifelong fight for no American ever to have to fear getting sick due to a lack of access to health care becomes a reality.    Obama needs to draw on a bit of Kennedy’s passion and fight like hell for what may be the signature issue of his presidency.

    Kennedy’s battles are over and now the historians will have the last word on the totality of his life.   President Obama and the Democratic Party owe Kennedy nothing less than the same degree of compassion and commitment to a better and finer nation than he demonstrated for 47 years.

    The President and The Senator.

    The President and The Senator.

    Birthers of A Nation

    What The Birthers say isnt what The Birthers mean.

    What The Birthers say isn't what The Birthers mean.

    I received the following comment on my Facebook page to yesterday’s post on Obama-bashing by preachers from the pulpit:

    “Nice column Jeff, but where was this kind of expose of the people who called Bush the devil – and worse. Why are we so sensitive to these kinds of attacks now? And why are the people who want to see Obama’s birth certificate crazy? We’ve seen his tax records. Why is his birth certificate STILL under-seal. The word of the Hawaiian governor might be good for you, but that doesn’t make the people who it isn’t good enough for crazy. And lastly, why not examine the characters of (Cornel) West, (Oprah) Winfrey, and (Jay) Z? You just examined a part of the characters of these to preachers.”

    At this point I need to make something clear.

    What I’m engaged in here is not the news.  I comment on events in the news, but I’m not going to pretend I’m being either fair or balanced when I do.   If  you’re looking for objectivity you won’t find it here.   I am a journalist, but when I’m blogging,  it’s got little to do with journalism. 

    Now, regarding my friend,  I won’t call him out by name because I don’t want to embarass him.  He  knows whom I’m referring to (and so will a few others).

    As  far as George W. Bush goes, I don’t know what’s worse than to be called Satan himself, but I admit to have heard Bush called a Nazi who out-Hitlers Adolf Hitler.   Nazi comparisons are weak.   They almost always are.  

     When someone plays The Hitler Card it’s because they are desperate and can’t think of a more intelligent and reasoned argument to support their case, so they pull Hitler out of the deck and throw him on the table.   In debate, nobody actually wins, but the first person to resort to Hitler comparisons definitely loses

    The Birthers are a different matter.  I’ve deliberately avoided talking about them, but since I’ve been asked directly I will answer directly.

    The Birthers are crazy people. They eat, sleep and drink crazy.  They live in crazy houses and drive crazy cars to vacation in Crazyland.  You can’t fix stupid or crazy and the Birthers are both.

    They make up a crazy portion of the Republican base. That’s the GOP’s cross to bear for catering to extremism.   Throw enough chum in the water to a shark and that keeps it interested, but one day it may decide it wants to dine on the person that fed it. 

    Much of what fuels The Birthers  is only barely concealed racism from people driven nuts by the presence of a Black man in the White House. By denying Obama is the president it gives them the latitude to reject him as the Commander-in-Chief (and get their racist ya-ya’s out as well).

    See this?  You cant if youre a Birther.

    See this? You can't if you're a Birther.

    The Birthers are  inbred idiots who have searched for a way–any  way—to deny the reality that Barack Hussein Obama is the President of the United States.   They have created a separate reality where Obama is not a citizen and therefore is an illegitimate usurper.  

    The Obama campaign produced his birth certificate.   The secretary of state and the Republican governor of Hawaii have certified the authenticity. has been all over this “story” since it first popped up like crabgrass and recently ripped to shreds the latest twist in this never-ending fairy tale, the “discovery” of a Kenyan birth certificate. 

    It’s not enough for The Birthers.   They say it’s all part of the conspiracy.   At what point do reasonable people stop entertaining the delusions of people who won’t be reasoned with? 

    If you’re a rational thinker, you should object to Obama based upon facts,  not the whack job fantasies of a bitter loser like Alan Keyes or Orly Taitz,  the triple-threat dentist, real estate agent and correspondence school “attorney” who has filed numerous lawsuits for Keyes and others disputing Obama’s legitimacy to serve as president.    Keyes has nursed an undying grudge and a vicious hatred of Obama since he got his ass kicked in the 2004 Illinois U.S. Senate campaign.

    You couldnt put enough space between these two if you tried.

    You couldn't put enough space between these two if you tried.

    Since then Keyes, who has filed suit in California seeking to void the 2008 presidential election  hasn’t been any more accomodating toward Obama since his public beat down.

    “The person you call ‘President Obama” and I frankly refuse to call him that… at the moment, he is somebody who is kind of an ‘alleged usurper’ who is alleged to be someone who is occupying that office without constitutional warrant to do so.”

    As flaky as Keyes is,  it’s a surprise he hasn’t gone Black Rambo and tried to scale the fence at The White House to make a citizen’s arrest of Obama the Usurper.    To the extent the president thinks of Keyes at all, he’s made it clear he doesn’t think much of  him.

    In other words, Alan Keyes was an ideal opponent; all I had to do was keep my mouth shut and start planning my swearing-in ceremony. And yet, as the campaign progressed, I found him getting under my skin in a way that few people ever have. When our paths crossed during the campaign, I often had to suppress the rather uncharitable urge to either taunt him or wring his neck.

    • Quoted in “The Audacity of Hope” – Page 211 – by Barack Obama

    When even Mr. Nice Guy himself wants to strangle Keyes, you get some idea of how much these guys think the other sucks.

    Which is why I don’t debate with The Birthers. Their deranged belief system sucks too.   Debating their unglued theories only gives them legitimacy and attention they don’t deserve.   It’s no different than debating Holocaust deniers.  They belong in the same vacuum-packed can of nuts along with The Protocols of the Elders of Zion and the Trilaterial Commission.   

    People have the right to believe whatever they want.  I have the right not to  take them seriously and I don’t take The Birthers seriously at all.   They’re a bunch of clowns and all they need to make the act complete is a little clown car.   In that car are the likes of Keyes, Taitz, Boss Limbaugh and Lou Dobbs so it’s going to be a tight fit.

    Orly Taitz: She can file a lawsuit while she cleans your teeth.

    Orly Taitz: She can file a lawsuit while she cleans your teeth.

    This is still a democracy and we elect presidents, not kings. There is nothing in the Constitution that says, “Hey, don’t criticize the President of the United States” and there is no footnote reading, “especially a Black one.”

    It’s not just healthy to criticize Obama, it’s necessary. It’s your civic duty to do so when you think he’s wrong. There are times when you can learn more from those who disagree with you than you can from those who only shower praise on you. Even Obama’s most ardent supporters have to realize he’s going to make mistakes and when he does, someone is going to have to point it out so he doesn’t do it again.

    But it should be done on the issues.   Not tall tales dreamed up by radicals and extremists who have rejected last’s November election returns.

    It doesn’t make someone raving racist or a looney lunatic to criticize President Obama. All you have to do is disagree based upon principles and philosophy. That should be enough to fuel the fire for another three years.

    When the President is wrong who will tell him? That is why there is such a thing as the “the loyal opposition.”

    The Birthers are not the legitimate voice of the loyal opposition. They don’t  give a damn whether Obama ever produces a birth certificate that passes their muster or not.   Their old reasons to vote against Obama didn’t work, so now they made up some new ones.

    As time passes, the howls of the Birthers will recede into the background as more sober and rational opponents to the Obama Administration find their voice. In the leadership vacuum of the Republican Party and the lack of a unifying figure in the larger conservative movement, the phonies, the poseurs, and the con artists have seized the microphone.

    The conservative mainstream needs a Ronald Reagan moment where they remind The Birthers and the rest of the lunatic fringe that are attempting to define them know just who it is that paid for the microphone.

    I wouldn’t want the “Bush knew about 9/11” conspiracy theorists to be seen as the representatives of liberal thought and I would hope a thoughtful conservative would feel the same way about The Birthers.

    Hey kids!  Orly Taitz Comics!  A wonder woman she's not.

    Hey kids! Orly Taitz Comics! A wonder woman she's not.

    God of Love, Prophets of Hate

    Barack Obama as Antichrist Superstar

    Barack Obama as Antichrist Superstar

    I don’t preach to people about my religious beliefs and try very hard to avoid being preached at by others.   My belief system is mine and since I don’t choose to share it with others, why would I want you to share yours with me?

    Not that’s there’s anything bad about religion.  At least the religions that truly bring God’s word to those that seek it, comfort the afflicted and engage in good works and charity instead of building massive temples to the vanity of men.

    Then there’s that special breed of idiot that use the Bible as a blunt object in which to bludgeon their particular targets of personal hatred.

    There’s the well-known borderline psychos like the repellent Fred Phelps who goes around boycotting funerals of dead soldiers returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.   Then there’s the lesser-known wannabee hate mongers with a hankering for some of the spotlight.    For them,  Barack Obama is the Antichrist and they’re personally going to send him to hell.

    Like the Pastor Steven L. Anderson who explains to his flock, “Why I Hate Barack Obama.”

    If this is a champion of God, Satan has got nothing to worry about.

    If this is a champion of God, Satan has got nothing to worry about.

    “God Hates Barack Obama, I hate Barack Obama. I hate Him. God wants me to Hate Barack Obama.” “Someone who commits murder should get the death penalty.”

    Anderson is welcome to his opinion.  It’s unfortunate that he chooses to use the pulpit to spread his hatred to the members of his church, but when you read in the church’s doctrinal statement“We believe that homosexuality is a sin and an abomination which God punishes with the death penalty,”   you get a sense of the flavor of Kool-Aid Anderson is serving up.

    I listened to Anderson’s rant so you don’t have to.   It was a worthy of George Orwell’s  1984 and the Hate Minute only this was the extended remix version.   If you’ve got a strong stomach and tolerance for unhinged rage, knock yourself out.

    But it’s  homosexuals that really give Anderson a boner.

    You know why God wanted the sodomites in the Old Testament to be killed? You know why every good king of Israel, the Bible says they got rid of the sodomites in the land? You know, the good kings that came after the bad kings who had allowed the sodomites to infest their land, they had infiltrated … King Asa got the sodomites out of the land, Jehoshaphat exterminated the sodomites that were left from the days of his father, Asa. Why? Because the sodomites are infectious, that’s why. Because they’re not reproducers, that goes without saying, they’re recruiters.

    How are they multiplying? Do you not see that they’re multiplying? Are you that blind? Have you noticed that there’s more than there were last year and the year before, and the year before that? How are they multiplying? They’re reproducing right? No, here’s a biology lesson: they’re not reproducers, they’re recruiters! And you know who they’re after? Your children. Remember you dropped off your kids last week? That’s who they’re after. You drop them off as some daycare, you drop them off as some school somewhere, you don’t know where they’re at. I’ll tell you where they’re at: they’re being recruited by the sodomites. They’re being molested by the sodomites. I can tell you so many stories about people that I know being molested and recruited by the sodomites.

    They recruit through rape. They recruit through molestation. They recruit through violation. They are infecting our society. They are spreading their disease. It’s not a physical disease, it’s a sin disease , it’s a wicked, filthy sin disease and it’s spreading on a rampage. Can’t you see that it’s spreading on a rampage? I mean, can you not see that? Can you not see that it’s just exploding in growth? Why? Because each sodomite recruits far more than one other sodomite because his whole life is about recruiting other sodomites, his whole life is about violating and hurting people and molesting ’em.

    So how many sodomites is one sodomite going to produce? A lot, and that’s why it’s just exploding. The only way to stop it, you say “how do we stop it?” … You want to know why sodomites are recruiting? Because they have no natural predators.

    You know the way Adolf Hitler was fanatically obsessed with the eradication of the Jews?   Anderson possesses the kind of hatred of homosexuals where he wouldn’t necessarily send them off to the camps to be liquidated, but he’d wave “bye-bye” to them as the train pulls out.

    Then there’s Reverend James David Manning.   He calls President Obama, a “long-legged Mack Daddy.”    When he’s not raving about “two great big old tits” Manning denies he’s trashing the president.   “I haven’t trashed Obama. His African-in-heat father went a whoring after a trashy white woman. He was born trash.”

    Speaking of trash, Manning whom has jumped aboard “the birther” crazy train, spent three and a half years in New York and Florida prisons for burglary, robbery, larceny, and criminal possession of a weapon among other charges.  He said on Fox News, he’s a critic of Obama, Oprah Winfrey, Jay-Z, Cornel West and other prominent Blacks because it’s necessary to examine their “character.”

    Consider.  The. Source.

    I’m aware enough to know these two assholes are just talkin’ loud and sayin’ nothing.    They have as much business preaching as i do trying to dunk on Shaquille O’Neal.   But any fool can get a video on YouTube and many do.  It’s not just easier to be crazy, you can reach an audience while being crazy.

    In every profession there are those who commit acts of malpractice.   Doctors whom have no business wielding a scalpel.   Attorneys who should have their licenses snatched.   Journalists who are hopelessly compromised.

    Rev. Manning: Pimpin in the name of the Lawd.

    Rev. Manning: Pimpin' in the name of the Lawd.

    And on any given Sunday there are  preachers whom stand in the pulpit and vent not the Word, but their own prejudices, hatreds and petty political agendas.    Churches can be found in spaces that take up the size of several football fields or a large closet and  for anyone that feels called to preach there is someone available to bear witness.

    Sometimes it’s to bear false witness.   God doesn’t hate Barack Obama.   He doesn’t even hate Anderson and Manning for perverting God’s word.

    God doesn’t hate.  False prophets do.

    Breathing Life Back into the Dead.

    These are my instruments.  May I play something for you?

    These are my instruments. May I play something for you?

    I play a keyboard, but I’m not a musician.

    I’m a writer.  I don’t read a note of music, but every now and then I can compose something beautiful on those black keys.

    I am a writer.  Every so often someone has to remind me because I have this tendency to forget.  Or maybe just take it for granted.   That’s when circumstances conspire to slap me upside the head .

    When I was just starting out I used to run my ideas past my family. Not because they knew shit about writing (they don’t). But because I needed somebody else’s approval to take the next step.   I craved validation like a kid craves sugar.

    Now I don’t talk to anyone about what I’m writing. I show them what I’ve written. I’m my own worst critic and while I take in account the criticisms of others, I can’t allow it to shape the work.

    …so I was down in the basement engaged in some late summer cleaning (I’ve got too much basement to do it all in spring) and I came across a box filled with rejection letters, notes, tapes, and a book proposal.

    “Whoa,” I thought. “Talk about ghosts…”

    I sat down and read again all my notes, my proposal and the rejection letters from literary agents. Months of interviews had gone into the research. Every year Jeff Herman’s Guide to Literary Agents came out, I had to buy it. I dutifully sent out my query letters and SASE. I even got a contract from one agent. Too bad he turned out to be a permanent fixture on Predators and Editors as a unreliable goof.

    If youre an writer dying to get pubished, this is your bible.

    If you're an writer dying to get pubished, this is your bible.

    Nothing like a bad experience with a literary agent to do like Marvin Gaye and say, “Makes me wanna holler/way they do my life.”

    I had to smile because if I didn’t I’d be pissed at myself for giving up, being a quitter and walking away from the dream I chased for at least four years. I had allowed all the rejection and false starts and setbacks to be the excuse I gave for bailing out.

    It used to be I’d hear, “Hey, how’s the book coming?” I’d smile and reply, “Fine. Just waiting to hear back from the agent.” When the wait turned from days to weeks to months, people stopped asking how the book was coming. They knew as well as I did there was no book coming.

    Oh, I still write. I have a blog and a few websites I contribute articles and reviews to. It’s not much, but it’s enough to allow me to continue calling myself a writer even if I’m not really enthusiastic what I’m writing about.

    Because buzzing in the back of my head like a sound I can’t quite identify is the feeling I should have knocked one more time. Tried just a little bit harder. Gave it one more good shot.

    Now I dabble at writing.  I still enjoy it, but the joy of writing has faded.  I  have became that which I once hated: A poseur. A dilettante.    Once there was a larger prize I had my eyes on.  Now?   There’s nothing.

    Writers write because we are convinced the world needs what we have to offer it. This only applies when we commit the words to paper. Nobody goes to Barnes & Noble asking for a book that hasn’t been written.

    Then I came across this quotation I had written down to remind myself why I was putting myself through this punishment.

    No one is asking, let alone demanding, that you write. The world is not waiting with bated breath for your article or book. Whether or not you get a single word on paper, the sun will rise, the earth will spin, the universe will expand. Writing is forever and always a choice – your choice.

    ~Beth Mende Conny

    Dammit, Beth, whoever you are. I hate it when you’re right.

    I am thinking I very much need to breathe life once more into this cold corpse of a book idea. I hesitate when I contemplate all the interviewing I will have to do again. I detest transcribing. Writing query letters suck. Getting back on the literary agent merry-go-round is a nightmare.

    I can think of a thousand reasons why I don’t want to try and write my book.  But only one reason why I know I should.

    It’s going to be an itch I can’t scratch if I don’t give it one more good try.

    Robert Novak (1931-2009) : The fall of the “Prince of Darkness.”

    Robert Novak hangin with the homeboys.

    Robert Novak hangin' with the homeboys.

    Robert Novak, the pugnacious Washington political writer and pundit died Monday following a bout with brain cancer.   The ” Prince of Darkness” tag was both the title of Novak’s memoir and a nod to his tough-minded, in your face style of reporting.  Novak  was a hardcore conservative who didn’t give a damn who disliked him.

    As a print journalist, I found Robert Novak to be an intelligent, savvy, well-informed and authoritative writer.

    But when he went on to do television he learned to condense complicated issues into pithy 30 second soundbites. He dumbed down his message to fit the format and limits of the talking head.

    As a talking head on Crossfire, The McLaughlin Group and other programs, I thought he was an inflamed asshole. Before there was Bill O’ Reilly or Sean Hannity, there was Novak, the Prince of Darkness.

    In print Novak was deep. On the boob tube he was a dick. But he had to be. Like wrestling, that was the role he was cast in.

    Like Novak, I’ve appeared on television and radio and given my opinion on issues that are too complex to adequately explain in 30 seconds, but I’ve done it.  I know most people who try to provide their insights on television provided more heat then light and the superficial triumphs over the substantial.   Unlike Novak, nobody has ever written me any big checks for a truncated opinion.
    My father once said he’d love to catch Novak in a dark alley with a baseball bat. I would have loved to bat clean up. Novak came off a right-wing prick on television and he knew it, but the gig paid too well for him not to.

    I learned to ignore Novak on television and just read his column instead. Rarely would I agree with with him, but he did an excellent job of presenting the conservative side of the argument.

    As a journalist, I think Robert Novak was damned good at his job.   As a talking head he was part of the problem of the journalist-as-celebrity and that has been poisonous to the profession.

    Not that Novak would give a damn.

    Brett Favre: The Bitch is Back

    Theres no crying in football--BITCH!

    There's no crying in football--BITCH!

    Like herpes, there’s no getting rid of Brett Favre.

    Motivated by money ($12 million for one season) and a hard-on against the Green Bay Packers that finally got tired of his act and got rid of him, he’s back in the NFL as the new starting quarterback of the Minnesota Vikings.

    There are two things I wish for:  the first is for Favre to keep playing long enough that he and Terrell Owens become teammates.  Then you’ll have the two most arrogant and selfish players in the league on the same team.  The second is for a linebacker to come barreling in on a blindside blitz and blow him up.   Just totally drill his sorry ass.

    Does that sounds vicious?  I’m sorry, but not really.   I am so sick of seeing Favre, hearing about Favre and being exposed to 24-7 news coverage of Favre on ESPN.  I’m sick of this punk’s lies.  Sick of his need for the spotlight.  Sick of seeing him run yet another team into the ground.

    Last season as a New York Jet, Favre threw 22 touchdowns which sounds impressive until you add the 22 interceptions he also threw including four that were returned for touchdowns.

    The Favre groupies and brown nosers will probably be humping their pillows tonight with happiness at the thought of their unshaven hero dragging his butt out on the artificial turf of the Metrodome for  one last shot at glory.   But this egomaniac turns 40 in October and he doesn’t handle the pass rush as nimbly as he once did.

    Preview of coming attractions...

    Preview of coming attractions...

    For all those Viking fans booking  on Orbitz  for a trip to the Super Bowl, slow your roll.  Look at that beard/not beard that Favre is sporting and you’ll see a lot of gray in that thatch.   This is the Brett Favre of  2009, not 1999 .  He’s older.  He’s slower and he’s not among the Top 10 quarterbacks any longer.

    The thinking is Favre will fatten up on the Browns, Lions on the road and 49ers at homein the first three games and then in Game Four he gets his first shot at the team he hates, The Green Bay Packers when they come for a visit on October 5.   It’s a Monday night game on ESPN and you can smell the hype already.   ESPN will be looking at game  for huge ratings and great expectations.

    I’ll be waiting for that blitz coming from the blind side.

    Meanwhile, all you suckers in Minnesota dreaming of glory now that the unshaven Jesus of football has come to town remember this:

    Brett Favre is the NFL career leader in touchdown passes (464).

    And interceptions. (310)