I opened Microsoft Word, set the font to Microsoft’s Times New Roman, then changed it to Times, then changed it back, then typed the rest of the document purportedly from the personal records of the late surgeon Jerry B. Killian.
And my Microsoft Word version, typed in 2009, is an exact match for the documents trumpeted by Robb Allen as “authentic.”
A screenshot of the “original” document as found at Sharp as a Marble:
A screenshot of my Microsoft Word document:
The spacing is not just similar—it is identical in every respect. Notice that the date lines up perfectly (well, come on, it’s a little crooked, give me a break), all the line breaks are in the same places, all letters line up with the same letters above and below, and the kerning is exactly the same. And I did not change a single thing from Word’s defaults; margins, type size, tab stops, etc. are all using the default settings. The one difference (the red squiggly lines under the misspelled words) is probably due to a slight difference between the Mac and PC versions of the Times New Roman font, or it could be an artifact of whatever process was used to artificially “age” the document (or could be because I forgot to turn off spell–checking).
There is absolutely no way that this document was typed on any machine that was available in 19–whenever–Obama–was–born.
UPDATE: You know what would really make this post sing? Animation!
UPDATE: Not singy enough. Still needs something. Hmm.
Take that mainstream media!
Me too, John. Me too.
On a completely serious note, we all know he was just being facetious (okay, some of us know). But to even say that sort of thing makes me feel a little more confident that he knows the cameras are always rolling. The Army refers to that presence of mind as ‘situation awareness’ — something I’m seeing more and more from McCain.
Oddly enough, this clip comes from a townhall meeting on December 29th, when his campaign looked completely dead. I wonder if George Romero directed it?
That’s Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D-NV), everybody. Give him a nice hand, will ya? Your tax dollars at work.
Even Shrubya’s gettin’ some.
I swear, last week while I was contemplating doing all this stuff again, there was a wealth of material from which to draw meaningful commentary. This week — not so much. Holiday weekend, I guess.
…I wonder if it’s too late to quit again…
I emailed a few of the old gang to tell them I got back in the mad blog hits business. The second person I contacted was Brett (he says hi). I figured he was still tired of the blogging thing, but I wanted him to keep in touch to remind me about enraging stuff.
Luckily, there’s never a drought of things to get outraged by in the blogosphere. If you can’t see anything right now, just wait a minute, Technorati will send you that much–needed indignation with a quickness. Case in point, the horror that is FOX & Friends.
I swear to you, I just went through three revisions of the explanation of this clip. Those revisions wasted an hour of my life, in a futile attempt to succinctly describe all the stupid that went into the planning, production, execution, and requisite campaign of repudiation required. I will never get that time back.