The Birthers Decided To Milk It For All It Was Worth, And Leave The Hoosiers To Clean Up Behind Them
The Birthers return to Indiana on Friday, February 24, 2012 for an eligibility hearing. As reported by Bob Unruh of World Net Dairy:
A state commission in Indiana that was asked to review whether Barack Obama is eligible to be on the state’s 2012 ballot has scheduled a hearing for Friday, and warned the parties to the argument that those who fail to attend may be subject to a default decision.
The notice was signed by Trent Deckard and J. Bradley King, co-directors of the Indiana Election Commission, and regards case No. 2012-176, which is a challenge to Obama brought by Karl Swihart.
I am not sure which Birthers are going to the hearing. Orly Taitz’s website runs you around in circles. Maybe she is, and maybe she isn’t. The Notice of Hearing document is so faint and hard to read that it is not worth linking here. I am not sure who Karl Swihart, the Plaintiff, is or what forms the basis of his objection.
The chances of success are nil. Indiana is the state which Birther Ankeny tried and failed in 2009. See, The Case The “Two Citizen Parent” Birthers Just HATE!!! listed above in the website heading. This whole Indiana thing is amateurish even for Birthers and reminds me of a song by the Hoosier Hotshots, This is the Chorus of the Song. Play this, while you read the lyrics, and you will see why:
This Is The Chorus of the Song
This is the chorus of the song, this is the chorus you’re hearing now.
You make up the words as you go along, ’cause no one listens to the lyrics anyhow.
Tralala, dumdeedum, if you want to, you can whistle or hum.
When you’re singing this song to your friends, just remember this is where the chorus ends.
The man who wrote this song was deaf, he couldn’t hear a note; this is the verse,
But he knew all the rules, he did, and that is why he wrote the first verse first.
The guy who wrote the the lyrics was as crazy as a loon, so there’s nothing to this song but the tune.
This is the chorus once again, tralalalalala, with sealing wax.
A rooster is different from a hen.
Have you ever sharpened pencils with an axe?
Tralala, dumdeedee, had a sweetie, but she wouldn’t marry me.
Here’s the part that everybody recommends,
That’s because it comes just where the chorus ends.
This song was written bit by bit and there’s nothing to show where each bit fits,
But if you sing a word with every note, you’re bound to know which fits with which.
Here and there the writer left a place to take a breath, so the singer wouldn’t choke to death!
Note 1: The Hoosier Hotshots. Wiki says:
The Hoosier Hot Shots were an American quartet of madcap musicians who entertained on stage, screen, radio, and records from the mid 1930s into the 1970s. The group initially consisted of players from the U. S. State of Indiana. Beginning on local Indiana radio in the early 1930s, the Hot Shots went on to a successful national radio career on National Barn Dance on WLS-AM in Chicago, Illinois and a successful and prolific recording career, before moving to Hollywood to star in many feature-length western movies.
The Hot Shots’ core personnel were multi-instrumentalists, playing brass band instruments as well as their standard instrumentation of guitar (Ken), clarinet (Gabe), string bass (various), and a strange, homemade instrument known both as the “Wabash Washboard” and “the Zither,” played by Hezzie. It consisted of a corrugated sheet metal washboard on a metal stand with various noisemakers attached, including bells and a multi-octave range of squeeze-type bicycle horns. Trietsch constructed this instrument himself as well as a series of slide whistles he played in addition to the washboard. The washboard, along with other artifacts from the band, is now in the collection of the Indiana State Museum.
Note 2. Are You Ready, Orly??? This is a reference to “Are you ready, Hezzie?” question directed by Ken at his brother Paul — and it became one of the band’s big taglines, even entering the common vernacular. Here is a youtube video version, with the Hezzie Moment: