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When I was young, there was a “rumor” that Paul McCartney had died in an automobile accident, and the that the remaining three Beatles had “replaced” him with a look-alike studio muscician. Perhaps due to songs like “Maxwell's Silver Hammer,” people could be forgiven for wondering. However, for anyone who was willing to invest five seconds to look at the evidence, there was no doubt that Paul was alive and well.
However, for one of my best buddies and I, as poor college students struggling to enjoy a high standard of living, the rumor proved a gold mine. We “researched” this non-raging controversy, playing LPs backwards, partying, and just plain old making shit up. Ted and I found that we could create an atmosphere in which other students went from finding our bullshit entertaining early in the evening, to actually being in a dazed, hynotic-like state by midnight …. when the candle on the stereo speaker flickered like a strobe light, making the White Album photo of John seem, well, more alive than Revoltion 9 played backwards indicated poor Paul was.
In short order, Ted and I were known as “those Beatles guys” on campus – though the nights of partying severely reduced our ability or desire to attend class – and soon, people came knocking our our apartment door, willing to “pay the price” of admission.
I am not suggesting that Donald Trump died in an automobile accident, and was replaced by a studio hemmroid. (Nor am I attempting to refute this rumor.) But it seems evident that he and some of the republicans peddling this “birther” shit are doing an ugly version of the silly game that Ted and I did all those years ago.
There was a republican politician on Hard Ball this evening, continuing to try to stretch this bullshit on. That alone should disqualify anyone from holding office, and be grounds for impeaching anyone already holding office.
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