Leo Donofrio of East Brunswick, New Jersey, must be giddy that cats can’t run for office because few could produce birth certificates “authentic” and detailed enough for him. He’s claiming Barack Obama isn’t a “real” American because his Kenyan father was a British subject.
But it doesn’t stop there. Donofrio contends that John McCain’s not an American either because he popped out at a U.S. naval air station in the Panama Canal Zone.
By Donofrio’s standards, you’re not American unless he personally witnessed your birth in his guest room.
Another nut job, Phillip Berg of Lafayette Hill, Pennsylvania, has filed suit that Obama was born in Kenya and may be an Indonesian citizen because he lived there a few years as a child.
Thankfully, the Supreme Court refused to hear Donofrio’s case. We all know what havoc they can wreak. Leave it to them and we’d have Sarah Palin moving in to the White House come January.
For Palin, it would be God opening a door, and she wouldn’t blink at the opportunity to seize the “Worst President Ever” title from George W. Bush. If anyone could eclipse his well-honed ignorance with sheer empty-headedness, she could.
I feel for Obama because I’ve been there. The Richmond Animal League, where I spent part of my kittenhood, cast doubt on my American Domestic Shorthair-ness by telling Karen I may have a dash of Siamese. Some of my looks and habits seem to bear this out. So if any of my peeps in Thailand are reading this, don’t worry. I won’t run for anything but the can opener when tuna’s in the air.