Looking a little more into this Major Stefan Frederick Cook character and the conspiracy theory behind his cowardice has led me down a very deep, very stupid rabbit hole. It’s not that people are picking on the man I voted for in November. It’s not the inherent bigotry in the disbelief that a black man with a weird name could be a U.S. citizen. It’s that the entire basis for the argument amounts to people putting their fingers into their ears and going “la la la la la not listening la la la la la.”
So the story is pretty much this: a bunch of petty racists got 100% butthurt when their old white dude wasn’t elected president and, lacking any sort of real criticism of the librul soshulist what did win, they decided to start crying about how he’s unable to be president because he wasn’t born on U.S. soil. They’re demanding he produce a valid birth certificate to prove he was, in fact, born in Honolulu as he claims.
Fair enough. Except, he already produced this evidence last summer during the previous bout of “you weren’t born a U.S. citizen so you can’t be president” idiotry. Which makes this second round even stupider than the first, because the new blood has to willfully ignore facts that have already been laid down.
The burden of proof lay on the people making the claim. Before, I suppose, one could argue that the prez-to-be was claiming to be a citizen so he could be the prez. When asked to back that claim, his people released a copy of his birth certificate. Standard claim, standard evidence. Good to go.
Now, though, other people are claiming that the original birth certificate was a forgery. Or that it doesn’t exist. Or that there’s some big cover-up, or who-knows-what-else. This is an extraordinary claim, and requires extraordinary evidence. The onus is up to those people to show why the original evidence wasn’t good enough, or to give us the smoking gun that holds the whole conspiracy together.
Like Holocaust deniers and Flat-Earthers and 9/11 Truthers before them, they’ll probably scream into the void just long enough to perk a few heads, then fade into irrelevence. Expect to see bumper stickers proclaiming who ain’t there [sic] president within the next couple months.
The “born on U.S. soil” requirement is dumb anyway. As far as I’m concerned, if you love this country and are willing to renounce whatever other country you may have been born in to live and work here as a citizen, you’re qualified to run. Even if you’re black and have a weird name.
In other news, I refuse to see Harry Potter and the Incredibly Long Movie. I’m just kind of over summer blockbusters that run three hours for no reason other than to stroke the director’s ego. When you guys are ready to make some more 90-minute brain candy where cars explode if you look at them funny, give me a call and you can have my $8.