I like a particularly sharp way of conveying an idea, and Ben Dimiero’s description of Jerome Corsi’s upcoming book, Where’s the Birth Certificate? as a “soon-to-be comedy classic” was a satisfying example. I found it satisfying because of the sharp wit, not because I expect to find Corsi’s book funny.
Today, pretty much everybody knows that Barack Obama’s original birth certificate is in a bound volume on the first floor of the Department of Health Building at 1250 Punchbowl Street, Honolulu, HI, and that a picture of it is on the White House web site. Corsi’s question seems pretty dumb today, and this simple document will trump any innuendo Corsi can throw at Obama.
My sense of humor, though, is wired a little different from some other folks. I can remember as a child being very uncomfortable with some I Love Lucy episodes that involved intensely embarrassing situations. I find videos of Orly Taitz making a fool of herself before a judge painful to watch. Publication of Where’s the Birth Certificate? will be embarrassing, but not funny for me.