Meet the Bainers

Now, I'm no particular fan of RedState nor of it's self-important leader Erick Son of Erick but I've got to admit, that every once in a while his brain spits out a cogent thought and his most recent one is a keeper.

Over on his virtual asylum, Erick contends that citizens shouting "Show us your papers" to financially-closeted Willard constitute a new, radical left-wing cabal of crazies unwilling to accept established, conventionally accepted truths.

"The Bainers will not take any answer that does not show Romney to be a liar or felon in the same way Birthers will take no answer other than one that shows Barack Obama is not an American citizen."

So, meet the Bainers.

There is one teeny problem with Erick's attempt to blur the edges of reality: President Obama showed us his papers. Romney has not.

Obama initially pointed to his birth announcement. Fair enough, it didn't suffice. He then released his certificate of live birth. I guess naively believing this would placate our naturally born nutjobs, who cloak themselves in strict Constitutional interpretation of "soil" yet took no issue with John McCain's birth south of the border. So, in a snicker-inducing move that left Combover Don with hair gel all over his face, he unleashed his long form then openly mocked the Big Birther over it at a Correspondents' Dinner.

Romney has released the tax equivalent of a Hawaii newspaper birth announcement -- a single year's tax records with a vague possibility of one forthcoming but on extension.

So, yeah, hungry Bainers are dissatisfied with the morsel offered up. In fact, at this point, let's skip the appetizers and go straight for the main course -- no less than 10 years' worth of IRS filings. And you know what, I hope fervently that's deemed unsatisfactory.

It would be most pleasant to hear a chorus of complaint so sustained and deafening that it penetrates the collective American consciousness to the tune of 24-percent believing Romney is not a naturally-connected denizen. That some loony dimwits tie up our courts trying to force the enforceable, move the unmovable. Such that, names with specific meaning are trotted out randomly in meaningless ways ... but said with such volume and venom that they break through to the ears of the media stenographers to be regurgitated with the caveat "Some people say ..."

But that's just me, Erick. So no, dude, Bainers are nowhere near done with the mission and nowhere near on par with the Birthers. Then again, there's always hope. And change.