I've been having a back-and-forth with a dyed-in-the-wool birther for the past several DAYS (yes, I said DAYS, because this birther just won't give it up, even when it's become painfully obvious that he's been bested) on the Comments section of Scoobie's review of the ill-timed Jerome Corsi science fiction novel, "Where's the Birth Certificate?" Every time I definitively shoot down his argument, he changes it or claims that I didn't just embarrass him in some way, usually by name-calling (great tactic, right? His favorite name for me apparently is "smoke blower," because he considers my citations of THE LAW proving his accusations wrong to be nothing more than me "blowing smoke").
Check it out if you want a good laugh (or if you'd like to take a few shots at the idiot in the dunking tank yourself). Sorry it's so long (there are now over 150 posts), but as I've said, I've been going around in circles with this half-wit for several days now. Here's the link:
http://www.amazon.com/review/R3H0JOUBN46XP8/ref=cm_cr_rev_detup_redir?_encoding=UTF8&cdForum=Fx1A3SVKIKYG6PZ&cdPage=1&asin=1936488299&newContentNum=160&store=books&cdSort=newest&cdThread=TxDZYP5GX5CZN0&newContentID=Mx2Y66DFBV8947K#MxZYVT27JZYIVU