As part of my mission to persuade a sceptic that the issue has traction note this:
My wife is starting a new job, we will be getting new insurance because of it. We are REQUIRED to provide not only our marriage certificate but the long form copies of the birth certificates of both of our children.
Having to produce a birth certificate is not an irregular occurrence for the average person so when Trump says this to the general public, they understand it.
On Morning Joe just now Joe Scarborough nailed it pointing out that the liberal audience of the View applauded when Trump said this. If the White House doesn’t see that this is trouble then they ought to. And the attempt to describe Trump as “going birther”, Mika’s disgust and the exiling of the segment to the “News you can’t use” segment doesn’t change the fact that an awful lot of people saw him say it and heard that applause.
While on we’re on the subject of toupees, here’s a ditty I composed 20 years ago to annoy a friend:
TOUPEE OR NOT TOUPEE
Toupee or not toupee: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobblier on the mind to coiffure
One’s bonce with curls of an outrageous rug
Or to take ointments ‘gainst the curse of slaphead
And by anointing end it ? To shine: to gleam;
No more; and with a mop to strike a pose
Against the moulting of a thousand natural locks
Which make a hairdo, ’tis a flocculation
Devoutly to be swished. To dye, to streak:
To streak: perchance brylcreem: ay, there’s the rub.
Shakespeare of course understood the problem, but flaunted his disability:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub.