Thursday, April 28, 2011
Show Us Your Papers Mr. Trump.
“To be insulted by these fascists, is so degrading,” goes a song by David Bowie off of his Scary Monsters LP in 1980. A noted socialite millionaire and let’s be honest, Reality TV buffoon has been grabbing the mic a lot recently: New York’s own Donald Trump. We couldn’t get straight answers on anything the last administration did behind closed doors, but now a sitting President, duly elected, has had to produce papers for the first time in history to prove his right to be called an American citizen at all, -and consequently prove he is the President we all know he was elected to be in 2008. It’s no coincidence that this also happens to be the first African-American Commander-in-Chief. A coincidence ceases to be such, when it is in fact the reason behind an event.
Emily at The Vigil blog, posted a humbling outrage at this ongoing nonsense, along with a video that shows how far we’ve come as a republic, and how far many of our fellow citizens have to go in order to catch up with the simple promises of our Constitution. Emily’s post explains, once again, why this whole birther nonsense is just another tired instance of people camouflaging racism as “procedure” or “due diligence:”
Sadly, it’s nothing new is it? Just the same old tired racist crap.
I’ve got a request of my own, since I, like French writer Balzac long before me, suspect that behind every great fortune there is a great crime. My request is simple: Show us your papers Mr. Trump.
It shouldn’t be much of a hardship at all since Donald Trump recently said he would divulge all of his finances once the long form birth certificate (read “papers”) were produced by the President when he was interviewed by George Stephanopoulos.
Show us your papers, Mr. Trump.
Show us how you make and hide all that money from the public, the IRS, your debtors and let, as you yourself have suggested, “the experts decide.”