Vic Da Baron LooGAR Wrote:
Here's my thing with birthers - how do you know where you were born? Well, because your parents tell you. If you're like me, you lived there for a very short time, and have never actually been back, but have driven by the exit on the highway approx. 4 times.
But still, when people ask you, you say "Texas" or "Canadia" or "Out back my momma's house in a tent." Now, if lil Barry Sotero was walking around telling people he was born in HIGH-WHY-UH, and his mom, his stepdad, his white grammama from Kansas, or even some folks who knew his mom back in the day heard him, and he was giving the wrong information, they wouldn't all huddle up and say "NO ONE TELL THAT BOY HE WAS BORN IN KENYA/SINGAPORE/A MADRASSA-LAB WHERE THEY GROW TERRORISTS, BECAUSE ONE DAY HE'S GOING TO GROW UP AND RUN FOR PRESIDENT AND WE'LL HAVE TO TRICK 300 MILLION PEOPLE INTO BELIEVING THAT HE WAS BORN IN HIGHWHYUH."
They would correct him. And then he would have been telling people even before he become Barack Obama Soul Brother #1, back when he was smoking L's and scoring blow at Occidental in LA, and he was still telling folks his name was Barry Sotero, and he would have told them he was born in Singapore. And it would be common fucking knowledge.
I know this is more thought than anyone has put into this thing, but it's pretty fucking simple when you think about it.
Similar principle as what brings down 9/11 conspiracies; the only way for two people to keep a secret is if one of them's dead. No goddamn way the manpower involved to pull off a scheme like that keeps going without someone flapping their gums after two weeks, let alone almost a decade.
With Barry it's that (along with irrational vitriol) people want to think they're the victim of some huge coverup because it makes them feel like they matter. The subconscious voice screams "I'm the victim of a grand plot!" which by extension means they're of some measure of importance because why would anyone go to such lengths to dupe me them if they were just a name with an SS#? Another beautiful symptom of how self obsessed we've become as a culture.
For the record; born in Marion, OH. Folks moved a couple months later. I've driven through the place once.