Something that’s long is no more likely to be true than something that it short, at least that’s how I see it. Birthers, I don’t know. I’ve see lots of birther material that plays more like a novel than a news story and this latest, published at the My Very Own Point of View blog is a good example.
Like any novel (and I do believe this article is a work of fiction), the article titled “It’s a Date” tries to build some tension with phrases like saying that the information “cost a big chunk of money and a monster effort to obtain” and “That stuff is not for public consumption. I have to tell you all, she had nerves of steel to do some of the things she did, to go to some of those places, alone and not sure what to expect.” Of course, none of these exploits, nor the name of the person making the claims is disclosed. They are just “seasoning” to make the rest of the story more gripping. Other language about anonymous persons from an anonymous person is supposed to make one believe them, phrases like: “He is the good person.”
So exactly what is this article really about?
It’s about the Hawaiian birth index, the one that has been photographed, and written about on the Hawaii Department of Health web site. The article mingles what I assume to be fact, that the page headings on the computer printed pages aren’t the same for certain years, or for different kinds of indexes (birth, death, etc.) Hooked by that fact (and pictures), the rather remarkable claim is made (for which there is not a shred of evidence offered, not even the name of the person making the claim) that someone visited Hawaii in the past, looking for Obama in the birth index — and he wasn’t there! Here’s the claim:
Regular readers will recall that the first trip I arranged, for a long time close friend to travel to Honolulu, yielded the stunning information that the Birth Index book did not contain obama’s entry on that day in early March 2010 when my buddy (we’ll call him TsunamiGeno) looked for it there. He was stunned, so he checked and rechecked. He then looked for all the other names that were on his to-do list, and when done, went back to looking for obama. He never saw it in the book that day.
So this claim goes way back to March 2010? Oops, no.
I decided not to publish that part of his experience because I had no PROOF.
So why are you publishing now? You still don’t have any proof. Where is the proof? OK, now it’s funny. The dog ate my camera:
I had sent a micro camera with him, but being of rather poor quality, and requiring a special practiced “knack” to turn on, he couldn’t get it to run.
It’s fiction, but it’s bad fiction.
H/T to Bob Ross for the link