Donald Trump, slipping another notch down the ridicule slope, has recently become a birther, in his attempt to gain traction with the reality-challenged crowd, so Trump can run for President. Yes, of the country. Yes, of THIS country. Stop laughing, I haven’t even gotten to the joke part yet.
So The Donald has been making the media rounds, joining with other like-minded kooks by suddenly expressing doubt that The Only President We’ve Got was actually born in Hawaii.
Recently, in an attempt to prove how easy it is to obtain your own birth certificate, he proudly proclaimed that it had taken him no more than an hour to obtain his, and he produced it for a conservative website.
Thing it, it’s not real. It’s a commemorative birth certificate, not an official State of New York birth certificate. Not only that, it’s a commemorative birth certificate issued by a hospital to which Trump’s family has contributed heavily.
This “running for President” thing is a little tougher than it looks, eh Donald?
To quote a certain reality show star, you’re fired.
Update: another candidate trashes Trump.
You’re headline for this one tickles me. There’s a fun band in Sacramento, CA called Hell Toupe. I used to do live theatre with some of its members.
He won’t be able to sweep this under the rug.