Posted on April 23rd, 2009 by Gavin M.
BREAKING BORKED!
BREAKING BONKING!

MUST [DIS]CREDIT PAM!

Knock-knock, ding-dong. Hi, may I help you? Oh, it’s Pam of Atlas Shrugs, relatively fresh from our making fun of her about the Nazi thing.
Key Witness in Presidential Passport Tampering Case Murdered in 2008, No Arrests
OMG, they are killing people.
Oh no! Not people! That’s what many of our friends are!
Do you remember this curious story during the Presidential election? A couple of months before rumblings began about Obama’s birth circumstances and the discovery that BHO’s COLB (certification of live birth) was a forgery, a story broke in late March 2008 that State Department employees had tampered with the passport files of Barack Obama
This is true for a definition of “[to] tamper” that means “to look at a picture of,” and for a definition of “discovery” like if the Discovery Channel were full of people yelling hysterically about the Skeleton People chasing them on pogo sticks.
And note the phrase, “Obama’s birth circumstances.” It’s like the new, respectable way to mention his birth certificate — for a definition of ‘mention’ that means to step on a glue trap and run flapping around the house arguing with it.
As to us, we are becoming interested in Obama’s birth circumference.
We would like information on his birth circus dances, on the cirque and scision. We would like to see his stiffy kit.
At the time “State Department spokesman Sean McCormack said the violations of McCain and Clinton’s passport files were not discovered until Friday, after officials were made aware of the unauthorized access of…
Let’s skip the next twenty-five or so lines where she blows the lid off what now appears to be an integrated Pakistan Ayers Sex Tour Passport Birth Certificate Conspiracy — if that’s the lid that was flipping when we scanned ahead — to see what she’s talking about with the killing and the people and the thing.
UPDATE: This article is from April 2008 (thanks Slimguy) but I was unaware of the murder. I am just seeing the story. Needless to say – there have been no arrests a year later in this case.
Key witness in passport fraud case fatally shot Washington Times
So he fatally shot the Washington Times. No, okay, so the story was published a year ago, and Pam didn’t notice the date when she launched into…a post whose title says ‘2008’? Because in 2008, Condoleezza Rice was Secretary of State? As in, the one who heads up the State Department? With the passports and the visas and the you-know?
Apparently, it’s still Schmuckuary in Ronkonkamonkama. That’s the thirteenth month of varying length in which people ease into the new year by dating their checks in the safe and tested manner of the previous one. For instance, today is April 22nd, 2008, or the 112th day of Schmuckuary. Ronkonkamonkama is a Long Island town in which people go to the maul.
The bat-mitzvahed Ronka-konkans weah shawt-shawts and carry a pockabook,1 and of a weekend or a Thursday will gowau ta nikelubs with their swains, young Italian gentlemen in the aspirational Billy Joel sense, having embraced the local version of the funk by trading their gold Star of David bling for those lucky-horn necklaces that the genuine local Italians, with the smaller houses and cooler cars, now regard as some kind of ancient Jewish symbol. A shoal of cutthroat Yuppies roils around them, supporting Thai and recently Vietnamese restaurants (Cambodian/Laotian was gunna be nex if the economy hadden ganunda2), but allowing all the good pizza places to close. Rootfully underneath lies a slightly too warm or cold layer of current and future retirees with aching feet who can’t stand that guy on the TV, what’s his name. Ronkonkamonkama is real, yet never all in one place at once.3 Some say it is inside us, ‘us’ in this case meaning not ourselves specifically, but more like Pam and a lot of other Pams, with their terrier dwogs and their joolery.
Also, it should pique suspicion that it’s a Washington Times story. Also, it has already rattled around the block several times on an old skateboard with rusty metal wheels. Also, it is a recent addition to the notoriously laffy-daffy Obama Body Count. Also, the passport files of John McCain and Hillary Clinton were improperly accessed. Also:
- The dead guy, whose name was actually Leiutenant Quarles Harris, Jr. (spelled as shown), was supposed to be testifying against some people allegedly involved in a different incident.
- Welp, I guess that’s that.
Yes, mistakes happen to us all. O hai, Debbie Schlussel:
So much for Obama’s faux “openness.” Why was Lt. Quarles Harris gunned down? What did he know about possible Obama friends in the State Department illegally accessing passport information of opponents?
Wow, that post didn’t stay up long. O hai, Free Republic. To the Freepers, the fact that the story is a year old is highly suspicious, and they hypothesize as to whether it was intentionally misdated or suppressed for a year then retroactively planted back in the record. They notice that there is a a wine called Quarles Harris, and find this highly suspicious:
Either the vintner is non-existent and the listing is a means to pass coded data, or the Lt. is an alias. Perhaps Harris is now relocated to a convenient address and new name so Obamaicde cannot be done on him in exchange for further data forthcoming. One thing is sure, we the people will never know the full truth.
Since it is agreed to fit the profile of an Obamurder, reason suggests that while Obama’s spooks were altering or concealing the incriminating passport data, they would have engineered the credit card scam to help finance Obama’s campaign. The Freepers dig up a photo, discover that Harris was black, and quite reasonably wonder if he was an ACORN agent. A memorial with teddy bears is found suspicious. Court documents are produced and found suspicious. And so on:
Barry’s supposed gay lover in Chicago was also shot near a church, wasn’t he?
Um, maybe.
But that’s odd, through the trees over there, with that wig rising vertically and then descending after a full rotation on the X axis, accompanied by the sound of a slide whistle and then a kettle drum. Yes, that, over there. Look, it just did it again.
OMG, Pam hasn’t even slowed down:
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