There are times when I am convinced that H.P Lovecraft knew a lot more than he was telling. "The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on Mankind."
prime example of that occurred just last week, when I -- in my guise as
a humble seller of books -- came across what has to be the most eerily
prescient work by someone I used to pillory on a regular basis.
The person in question is none other than Jerome "Doctor Feelgood" Corsi -- one of the many so-called experts who hitched their wagon to the birther bull -- the sad and sorry notion that our all-too-soon-to-be-former President was not eligible to hold that office due to the circumstances of his birth.
He wasn't the only one, of course. There were many of them -- many, many, many
of them. At times it seemed like a week didn't go by when someone new
was hustling alongside that poor, overworked bullock as it slowly
plodded forward to an unknown destination, hoping to rope their
ramshackle wagon to its back as well.
Or maybe it's because, to look at the man, you might think he went home every night with a broken heart because someone didn't love him.
Well, score one for Doctor Feelgood; he literally took the words right out of my mouth with his new book "Goodnight Obama" -- a right-wing send-up of the ever-parody-ready "Goodnight Moon."
And, as you'd expect, he gets one last dig in at the birth certificate, as if he can't help embarrassing himself one last time.
And I thought "really?" Followed by "seriously?"
And then, at last, I knew that it was time to put the capstone on my own work against their behalf, now that the whole kerfluffle is about to become a historical issue, rather than an ongoing concern...
... except that it really isn't.
In 2012, after Obama's re-election, I thought the matter was pretty much closed and stopped actively reporting on it. I figured that anyone who continued to hang onto bull by that point was more worthy of pity than mockery, and was tired of shooting fish in a barrel anyway.
The world of book publishing moves excruciatingly slow, most of the time. There is no way Mr. Corsi could have known, when the book was put into production, that it would be Trump in the White House instead of Clinton. In fact, I'm willing to bet that, like most American conservatives, he probably thought Hillary would either coast or squeak to victory, regardless of what may have said in public.
So the fact that "Goodnight Obama" is not a pathetic last squeak from one of the last people tied to the bull -- still heading for the cliff, one hoof-plod at a tome -- but an evil last laugh of sorts is something akin to a miracle.