Have you ever noticed that in movies that are “chick flicks,” billed and marketed to women, where there are women in a family going through something or women who are friends going through something, that the movie creators always throw in a scene of them dancing together, often on a bed, sometimes resulting in a pillow fight, usually for the montage of how special their relationship is, or sometimes it is to show how women who were enemies are now good friends, and then they use that in the preview to market the film? Damn, it’s dumb.
This is the hebetudinous guy who thinks there is some vast conspiracty theory regarding Obama’s birth certificate. If Mr. Martin is to be believed, the newspapers in Hawaii predicted Obama would run for president in 2008, and therefore printed birth announcements of a baby born in another country in order to ensure he could run for office over four decades later. See article here.
Mr. Martin? Get a grip. I’m sick of seeing your annoying face on the top of the most read posts when I log in to my blog each day. You’re obtuse and you are wasting your time. Obama was born in the United States. Get over it already.