OMG!!!, there I was debating with a Vattle Birther (which is my silly way to spell Vattel to poke fun at the Vattel Birthers), and suddenly IT CAME TO ME!!! In one of the court cases which proves the Vattle Birthers are wrong, the case of Wong Kim Ark, decided in 1898, first it says this:
In Minor v. Happersett, Chief Justice Waite, when construing, in behalf of the court, the very provision of the Fourteenth Amendment now in question, said: “The Constitution does not, in words, say who shall be natural-born citizens. Resort must be had elsewhere to ascertain that.” And he proceeded to resort to the common law as an aid in the construction of this provision. 21 Wall. 167.
Then it says this:
It thus clearly appears that, by the law of England for the last three centuries, beginning before the settlement of this country and continuing to the present day, aliens, while residing in the dominions possessed by the Crown of England, were within the allegiance, the obedience, the faith or loyalty, the protection, the power, the jurisdiction of the English Sovereign, and therefore every child born in England of alien parents was a natural-born subject unless the child of an ambassador or other diplomatic agent of a foreign State or of an alien enemy in hostile occupation of the place where the child was born.
III. The same rule was in force in all the English Colonies upon this continent down to the time of the Declaration of Independence, and in the United States afterwards, and continued to prevail under the Constitution as originally established.
Sooo, I got to thinking, “What if the Vattle Birthers were right??? What if Emerich de Vattel was the ORIGINAL SOURCE of English common law on natural born citizenship??? Vattel would have had to be around in 1598, for there to have been three centuries of law on this in 1898 . Sooo, I double-checked wiki and LO AND BEHOLD!!!, Vattel was allegedly born on April 25 1714 and died December 28, 1767, But how could this be if he was the ORIGINAL SOURCE of English law back in 1598???
There is only one explanation- – –Emerich de Vattel was, and is, a VAMPIRE!!! He was there in 1598, an alien, residing in the dominions possessed by the Crown of England, in England!!! Probably a judge, presiding at a Knight Court???
Now don’t laugh. I know Halloween is this month, but this explains a lot. Maybe the Vattle Birthers aren’t a CULT like I have previously stated, but instead poor, innocent victims of this centuries old VAMPIRE, who has bit them in the neck and turned them into Renfield-like zombies un-able to read and think for themselves, left scrounging through dumpsters for little tidbits of law and scraps of language upon which they subsist. Anybody who has ever debated them knows exactly what I am talking about.
This also explains all the Vattle Birther obsession with BLOOD lines and how, when you just kill a Vattle Birther WITH LOGIC, they just get back up like nothing ever happened and keep on repeating the same stuff!!! And everybody knows that all the really KEWL vampires come from Europe. Like Dracula. Sooo, Switzerland has mountains and castles just like Transylvania.
Sooo, even if I am wrong, I am going to err on the side of safety and NOT invite any Vattle Birthers into my home. Plus, I am going to keep some garlic on hand.
Tee Hee! Tee Hee!
Bonus: Here is a youtube video of Renfield and The Master’s Song:
Bonus TWO: The Lyrics To The Master’s Song from the Dracula Musical: (Just try to tell me this isn’t really about Vattle Birthers!!! LOL!!!)
Two years ago I was minding my business
Tending my garden at sunrise.
I heard a voice in my head that intrigued me
I answered yes, was I unwise?
Thus it began all the long preparation he needed for his plan
He cannot enter without invitation and I was his man
That’s why; I always know what he’s thinking.
I always know when he’s drinking and from whom,
When he slips in some ones room.
Oh yes, I always know who he’s after
I hear his triumphant laughter in my head
When he finds some new well bred, undead.
He sails across the seven seas
His ship cuts through the waves
And when the crimson moon comes up
He drinks the blood of slaves
We have waited long, for the masters song
It’s time to join in the chorus
Sing his song sing it loud and strong
And the master may give you new life.
I can’t speak of the master
You must understand that all of this is confidential
Take my word for it preparedness is quintessential
I’m ready, I’m ready, and soon I’ll be free
I’ll be free…
The schooner runs before the storm
The crew is all below
The captain fights to steer a course
The master strikes him so!
Trust me; I always know what he’s thinking
I always know where he’s sinking those sharp teeth
I know where to send the wreath!
Master, they think a locked door prevents you
You’re on your way I can sense you
Through the window, through the grating
Through the floorboard, through the fanlight
Comes the mist. And your kissed!