Note to self: Challenging an Obamabot is hazardous to your drycleaning bill

Wow! What a night! This afternoon, I received an invitation from a friend of mine who works for the Republican party at the California state Capitol to attend a book signing at an Irish pub in downtown Sacramento. The book signing was for author Stevan Allen, who wrote his memoirs of his time in Germany during the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 and 1990. Seeing as how today is the 20th anniversary of that event, the timing for this event was impeccable.

I bought the book - entitled Roaming Ghostland: The Final Days of East Germany - and got it signed by the author. After that, my friend and I stood at the bar and enjoyed the complimentary adult beverages that were being served at the generous expense of Mr. Allen. My friend and I struck up a conversation with a middle-aged woman next to us, and the conversation was pleasant enough. Very soon however, her ramblings revealed to us that she was a raving leftist lunatic. When that became apparent, my friend excused himself and wandered away from the bar with a knowing smile and slight shake of the head. I knew that he had reached his limit of looniness, but I just couldn't help myself; I continued to engage the woman in conversation.

At some point, our conversation drifted to Barack Obama. The question of his citizenship came up. I said to her - and I quote - "I'm sure that Obama is a U.S. citizen and that he was born in Hawaii; but I can't help but wonder why he has spent almost $2 million dollars on lawsuits where he has fought requests for him to release his long-form birth certificate and other records." For the record, I believe that Obama really was born in Hawaii, but I have to admit, I really do wonder why he has fought so hard to release any of his records that could conclusively prove as much.

The woman's response of course was to insist that Obama had indeed released his birth certificate. I retorted that while he had released a computer-generated form from the state of Hawaii that is labeled as a Certificate of Live Birth, he had not released his LONG-FORM birth certificate that lists his delivering doctor, or the precise hospital at which he was delivered. After insisting that Obama has released this information (he hasn't), the woman changed her argument, insisting that at least Obama has reversed George W. Bush's policies, including her assertion that Obama has closed the detention facility at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. I retorted that Obama has NOT closed Guantanamo. She said that Obama "plans on closing Guantanamo," to which I said, "He has not closed Guantanamo." After that, every excuse she gave me about his intentions was met by my retort/question: "Has he closed Guantanamo?"

After a few of my retorts where I asked this same exact question, do you know what this woman did? She poured her beer over my head. I shit you not, she poured her beer over my head, and then stormed away. I immediately sought out my friend, who took this photo with his Blackberry:


As she poured her beer over my noggin, I briefly contemplated the possibility of smacking her upside the head, as technically, she was committing the crime of assault upon me. In the end, I decided to go the Gandhi/MLK route and let her go right ahead with her actions. In fact, I lowered my head to give her an easier target. The sympathetic bartenders handed me a towel and looked for this woman, but she had made a cowardly exit out of the bar. I thanked the bartenders for the towel and told them not to bother looking for the woman; I looked at my stained shirt as a badge of honor. It was such an education to be given such treatment by this Obamabot. When you are trying to defend the indefensible, what other choice do you have than to lash out against the person who is asking you such uncomfortable questions?

The best part is that soon after this Obama-worshipping woman poured her beer over my head, I ran into Darren Miller of the blog Right on the Left Coast (see my blogroll), who happened to be in the same bar because Monday night is Trivia Night at that establishment. I got to tell him all about my adventure.

What an enlightening and instructive night!

Good Day to You, Sir