As if Mike Stark’s ambush of Republican congresscritters on the Capitol steps wasn’t enough of a laugh riot, the Birther movement got body-slammed today by Rep. Neil Abercrombie (D-HI), who submitted H. Res. 593 on the floor of the House to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Hawaii’s statehood . . . oh, and the resolution also identifies Hawaii as the place where Barack Obama was born.
Why, you ask, was this so amusing? Because it’s political ju-jitsu at its most pure:
That confronts House GOPers with a choice: They can vote for the measure, and endorse the idea that Obama was born in Hawaii, which could earn the wrath of birthers. Or they can vote against commemorating the 50th state’s joining of our blessed Union. Or GOPers can skip the vote, but that could look nutty.
Please, if there’s one thing the GOP is good at these days, it’s looking nutty. (Sarah "Iquitarod" Palin, anyone?) They also have plenty of help from CNN’s favorite playa hater, Lou Dobbs, who may very well have cratered his career by taking up the specious charge against Obama’s citizenship last week. Dude’s numbers tanked so fast that even Rush Limbaugh abruptly sat up and took notice (much to the chagrin of the U.S. Geological Survey, which had to explain that seismic activity to the folks in Cuba).
So late this afternoon, the very fate of the Birther movement hung in the balance! If the resolution proclaiming Barack Obama’s birth in Hawaii passed, who could the Birthers turn to in the House to represent them? Who would champion their cause?
Enter, stage right, the reigning Queen of Whackjobistan, Michele Bachmann. Bachmann, spidey senses a-tingle at the first signs of fact-based reality, leapt out from behind a hedge and tried to block the resolution vote because the House lacked a quorum.
Or not. After a brief delay in which said quorum was rounded up, the resolution passed unanimously. Those who think this whole birth certificate foofaraw is legitimate, take note –six out of the nine members of Bill Posey’s ‘Birther’ caucus voted "aye".
Contemplate the implications of that, won’t you, Crazy Eileen?