Mari
When you do things like that God kills a kitten!

ok... that's funny. I don't care who you are...

Don... take note. This is how you play a good game of frogger!

Mari!!!! May the Soros bless you with his bounty.

Mari, you made my day!!

Mari, you are now a legend in someone's confuzzled birfer mind. Bravo!

Look for a FEMA camp "breaking news" update posting on birther blogs in 3...2...1...

mari you are an evil genius. I'm sure HQ is taking note! I hope Mr Bolo tie man writes of this experience somewhere!

Good one 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excellent!

Oww! Just recently renewed contact with an old acquaintance via Facebook. Turns out she's gone full birfer. I responded to one of her Facebook posts by trying to talk sense to her, as did some others. Useless. Since then, she's posted link, after link, to birther crap. This is one: http://blog.robertringer.com/2011/04/05 ... speakable/ Yep, Robert Ringer, author of Winning Through Intimidation. It figures.

Another embarrassing encounter was at a get-together back in 2008 after a memorial service for a friend. This was just as birferism was getting started. A friend and I were mocking birfers within earshot of another person, who, unknown to us at the time, was a devout birfer.

Anyone who describes themselves as "a voice of sanity" is insane by definition. It's a law of physics.

I HAZ to tell the story of meeting my first birfer!

Yesterday I was canvassing collecting signatures on a petition when I arrived at a big 600-acre farm. I first encountered what appeared to be a large golden retriever/lab mix. He was very cute, but had obviously been playing in the pond and his back end was covered with mud. He came to say hello and then disappeared. A minute later he was back and dropped an extremely slimy tennis ball at my feet, took a step back, lowered his head and starred at the ball wagging his tail and slinging mud all over the place. I finally picked it up (ewww) and threw it. I couldn’t figure out which door on this big old house was the primary door and as I walked around this dog followed dropping the ball at my feet and starring at it every time I stopped.

Finally the lady of the house came out. Now, this lady’s husband is very prominent and influential in the county and getting their signatures would carry a LOT of weight. I’d met them before a couple of times at various functions, but didn’t really know them. She asked me in. I told her why I was there and about my battle with our rep (who just happens to be a Dem, and black). She started rattling on about “these crazy liberal kids” of hers and how she can’t understand how and why they think the way they do and that they or her husband won’t even talk to her about politics. (I soon came to understand why). Then she stopped herself and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you think about all this stuff” and asked me point blank if I was a liberal or a conservative. I was silent for a few seconds not wanting to burn any of my bridges here so I dodged, “Well, that depends on the issue”.

I was then whisked into the kitchen and on the table in front of me was a video. I didn’t have my glasses on so I couldn’t read what it said; the cover was red and black with an ebil looking photo of Obama. She reached over and touched the video and said, I’m sorry; you might not want to see this if you like Obama, and then she asked me if I did like him. As bad as I wanted to get her signature, I couldn’t diss my boy, so I said yes I like Obama very much. Her face went blank. She said very matter of fact “well he’s trying to do away with capitalism all together in this country”. So I politely asked her why she thought that and she said, “Because he’s a socialist”. It was after that as she rambled on that I noticed Jerome Corsi’s book, a copy of the constitution and other assorted birfer crap and I thought oh shit, I’m screwed. As she swung back and forth from all the problems she was having with her screwy liberal kids to politics she finally said something about the property rights of people in this country.

That was my opening, I told her that was exactly what my issue was all about. She finally read my petition and started grabbing for a pen. She told me that her husband would be happy to sign this too because he was very into personal property rights. Then one of her "crazy liberal" sons came in with his family and she had him take be back through the property to where her husband was playing on his tractor. I’d already spent nearly an hour with his wife so I gave him a very brief outline of the issue and he signed it too. I thanked him and hightailed it out of there!

Even though she never actually said anything about Obama’s BC being a fraud it was pretty obvious she was a birfer. She had birfer crap all over the place. I think she was trying hard to stick to political issues and not to say too much and scare me off. I got the feeling she doesn’t encounter many people that will sit and listen to her at all for very long at all.

So that was my very first encounter with a real birfer and that lady was NUTZ, but I got both their signatures!

Otherwise... nice job!!

Excellent job, MsDaisy.

You are a great diplomat.

There seems to be something mising att he begining of this thread.

!	Foggy wrote:
	I'll PM you.

... and her husband and children won't talk to her about politics ...

That's terribly, terribly sad. I mean, great story and congratulations to MsDaisy for successfully navigating the situation, but I can't help wondering: How many victims have WND and Orly created like that? She fell for the bullshit, and it's causing huge problems with her family. And she gloms onto strangers on her 600 acre farm, because she has nobody else to talk to. We've seen many others like her, particularly No Neck Nancy.

The goggie was a Ballist. It's a goggie religion, with all these complex precepts and worshipful ceremonies. A new ball is more valuable than an old ball, even if you only had the old ball in your mouth once. If they give you the ball, it must be thrown. It's no good for the goggie to keep the ball, or the hoomin to keep the ball. The struggle is the essence.

I've owned a few Ballists in my time ...

I have one of those. Ball. Must. Be. Thrown.

Some kittehs are also Ballists, although their faith resides in smaller balls. Tennis balls are heretical to kittehs. Bathtub stoppers also meet their religious needs.

And thanks for your story Daisy. Its a reminder that it's important to remember that birtherism is not a victim-less crime. People have been damaged and families destroyed by birtherism. Poor woman

I would have liked to hear you ask her why she thought Obama was a socialist, etc. The more you get them to explain their opinions the more you realize they can't.

I know how to deal with weird people. I'm one myself. I just sort of stop talking; get that puzzled look on my face; back away slowly while saying "uh huh, yeah, sure, you know you might be right."

I asked exactly that question at the unpleasant Easter dinner, after several people had repeatedly called the President a Socialist. The most cogent answer that I got was that in 2007 he had been rated the most liberal Senator by the National Journal. No criteria for even that rating could be named, however. The next suggestion was that the President is Socialist because of TARP. History did not matter here. I got the very strong sense that none of them knows what "Socialist" means. They also believe that every country that has "Socialistic tendencies" is a basket case economically. This includes most of "Old Europe."

After she said that Obama was a socialist she started on about him taking money from the rich and giving it to the poor and expecting successful people to support those who do nothing, yadayadayada. Then she flipped into talking about her kids, and how she just can't understand with their educations how they can't see what's really going on. I just smiled when she went on about how her husband's BP goes through the roof whenever she catches him watching liberal news and she starts on him about why he wastes time on that garbage. (She was sure that it was listening to those ebil liberal newscasts that was causing his BP issues) She did say that his explanation to her was that it's always good to look at all points of view before making conclusions. I told her that I agree with that, but then the conversation jumped to grandchildren and how her daughter-in-law doesn't know how to take care of their 7 week old baby and won't listen to her.

MsDaisy: I simply say I'm a fiscal conservative. They tend to ignore the "fiscal"and hear "conservative". Say fiscal softly and conservative strongly if you're up to it.

I also like asking people who throw around "socialist" to explain what it means and why they think the person they are labelling is a socialist. I then get out the popcorn and either wait for the sound of crickets or for a number of people making sounds like their dentures have been put in the wrong way up. The majority of people in the modern USA wouldn't know socialism if it fell on them.