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Can We Get Back To The Issues, America?

Sometimes, when yours truly reads controversial stories about politics and/or race, I don't write anything. When Donald Trump starting poppin' all that yang about the President's birth certificate and his qualifications to get into Harvard Law, something told me to wait. Wiser minds than mine would bring a more pointed and erudite response to the stupidity circus that is Donald Trump.

But I never imagined that Trump and the Birthers would be silenced by the assassination of Osama bin Laden, a hit ordered by no other than the Leader of the Free World, President Obama.

And while the President was responding to the Birther Circus and putting The Donald in his place at the White House Correspondents Dinner, he had already given the go ahead to take bin Laden out, and not a single soul leaked the order. Impressive.

Somehow it made talk about long form birth certificates and college grades seem so insignificant. Because it was. And it is.

So, Donald Trump and the Birthers, shut your pie holes unless you plan to talk about the issues. How the President got into Harvard Law isn't one of them, although it's ironic that his undergraduate grades have become an issue when his immediate predecessor was a self-proclaimed C student and proud of it. Go figure. Why don't you ask President Bush about his undergraduate grades, Donald? For that matter, how do we know you didn't get the wealthy privileged hook-up to get into Wharton?

But more important, who cares?

Judge President Obama on his record, and, if you plan to run against him in 2012, put your record out there and let others judge. But all this talk about birth certificates and grades when people in Alabama are living out of doors and soldiers are dying in Afghanistan and Iraq is just inane. It's an insult to the intelligence of the nation and to the intelligence of the President. Don't we deserve an informed and more relevant discourse about our nation's direction?

Can we get back to the issues, America?

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