Confronted with evidence, what does maybe-perhaps-sorta-Presidential candidate Donald Trump do? Well, he doubles down.
His letter to the New York Times is a masterpiece of fantasy, somehow both paranoid and narcissistic in equal measure.
First, Gail Collins writes a column called “Donald Trump Gets Weirder“, so what does The Donald do? He gets even weirder.
Equally of importance, there are no records in Hawaii that a Barack Hussein Obama was born there-no bills, no doctors names, no nurses names, no registrations, no payments, etc. As far as the two notices placed in newspapers, many things could have happened, but some feel the grandparents put an ad in order to show that he was a citizen of the U.S. with all of the benefits thereto. Everybody, after all, and especially then, wanted to be a United States citizen.
Just substitute your name (assuming you were born in America) and see how well this rant works.
Equally of importance, there are no records in [insert state of purported birth here] that a [insert your name here] was born there-no bills, no doctors names, no nurses names, no registrations, no payments, etc.
It puts me in mind of Hoyt Axton’s famous song lyrics:
Well, I never been to Heaven, but I been to Oklahoma.
Well they tell me I was born there, but I really don’t remember.
In Oklahoma, [or in Nairobi], what does it matter? What does it matter?
Any rant can be justified by the old construction “some feel”. Some feel the pyramids were constructed by aliens. Some feel that Sam the Dog speaks to them in the night in a Brooklyn backyard and orders them to kill people. Some feel the grandparents put an ad in the paper. The weasel-word “feel” means we don’t need no stinkin’ evidence or scientific fact: we’re epistemically closed, so we just feel stuff and it’s fiiiiine.
I miss the days when not just some people, but almost all people, refused to take Donald Trump seriously. I miss reading about him in Spy Magazine, where they referred to him consistently as “the short-fingered vulgarian“. I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now. And I’m consistently disappointed by the level of political discourse.
Postscript: Factcheck.org weighs in on the factual basis for the assertions in the letter.