The president of the United States has gone on television and shown the American people a copy of his birth certificate. Like many writing on blogs the issue of whether Obama was or was not born in the United States has led me to comment about nothing. In an age in which the nation has an $14 Trillion debt, we devote our lives to commenting on the validity of nothing. I am 80 years old and have lived through many crazy incidents in American history, but none can compare in silliness, in the anger and hate of individuals such as the madness about the birth certificate of an American president. One can only wonder who are the people of America when twenty five percent of the people in this nation believe in this stupidity? I even feel ashamed to note the actual birth date and the actual time and the actual name of parents and the actual name of the hospital because to write those words would mean I have slunk into the sewers of filth.
Karl Rove, a man who is well known for smearing people, was even compelled to note that nut case Donald Duck Trump was “off there with the nutty right.” When Karl Rove is regarded as a voice of common sense, this nation truly is in serious trouble. For the first time in my life, I feel ashamed to be an American citizen.
Oh, and for the record I was born on August 31, 1930 in the Bronx, New York. I await a lunatic insisting that New York City was not really part of the United States!