No, I am not a member of the Tea Party. I am not a conspiracy theorist. Occam’s Razor could be tattooed on my forehead. I think Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone and we went to the moon. Anyway, you get the point.
In late 2008, I was working as a freelance writer/PR person. For a very brief period I wrote for a Sunday morning, political round table television show (won’t say which one but the host is super obnoxious and, for once, I am not talking about David Gregory — hint two: it’s also not Chris Matthews, whom I have never met).
In one morning meeting the host told us (there were two writers and the host in the room) what he wanted the theme of the next show to be. They then recanted a tale of political intrigue that defied logic. The then President-elect was planning go go back to Hawaii to retrieve his real birth certificate from Kenya that was cleverly hidden under the left, third drawer of his grandmother’s study (seriously, how would that detail get out?). The host went on to explain the people who had been hired, sometime earlier in the President’s life, to cover up his real birth place and forge a new birth certificate, which is the one that was released.
To me, this story was/is/will forever be, absurd beyond belief. My first reaction was to laugh really hard and I said, “THAT’s the story your’re going with? Really?” I also pointed out how absurd that was. Being really new to writing for TV, this was probably not my best plan and the host’s reaction backed me up on that point. They back peddled a bit and then said, “I didn’t say it was true, I just said people are saying this.” Right. I am not saying he’s a liar, I am just saying other people are.”
In a subsequent conversation, we had a back and forth that went like this:
Host, “You, you are obsessed with Obama!”
Me: “No. No, really, I am not. If anyone has Obama-fatigue, it is me.”
Host: “Obama fatigue, where did you get that?”
Me: “I just said it.”
Host: “I cannot figure you out.”
There would be few more of these pleasant exchanges as soon after, I was informed my services would no longer be needed at the program.
I am not saying I was fired for not supporting this birther nonsense. I am just saying some people are.
(Note: I am a Obama supporter. I voted for him in 2008 and will do so again in 2012. On the morning of the above conversation, I had seen two disturbing pieces of memorabilia — a toilet seat with the First Family on it and some sort of random OTC medication that claimed to be “Obama’s favorite.” My fatigue was more attributable to that than any thoughts I had about the now President.)