An alarming number of my readers* appear not to have understood that I was kidding when I said that Mitt Romney's "missing" birth certificate is an important story. For the record: It's not an important story, and neither, of course, is Obama's birth certificate. Also for the record: Romney should be commended for not "going Trump" and pandering to birthers. My purpose in writing about this, beyond my own amusement and admiration for Joan Vennochi's Boston Globe column, was mainly to tweak the many, many, MANY people for whom the provenance of the president's birth certificate is a subject of vital importance, but who evidently aren't the least bit interested in the circumstances and whereabouts of the Republican frontrunner's birth certificate. It's an interesting bit of hypocrisy, is all.
The story of an action figure and his reluctant sidekick, who trek across a kitchen in search of treasure.