The title of this artice is borrowed from Mark Twain’s Holy Land travelogue of the same name. I thought it an appropriate title for an article about the alleged absquatulation from the United States of certain upstanding anti-birther personalities. I suppose that it didn’t help matters when Reality Check missed his show Tuesday and his substitute Foggy was absent as well–plus on top of that, some Soviet music was playing in place of the show. Now personally, I really enjoy the movie The Hunt for Red October and its sound track, but playing it on the Reality Check Radio show might have been misleading. I do not know the “undisclosed location” where RC is right now, but I certainly have no reason to think that it’s Russia.
Some others may have been confused by an article I published containing a photo of someone who looks like me standing next to a truck displaying Cyrillic lettering and jumped to the conclusion that the photo was of me in Russia, but I can promise you that it was not. I am not the only bearded guy who wears a hat.
The birthers have a made a really big deal of what appears to be a two-digit date on President Obama’s Selective Service System registration and they prove its significance by claiming that no legitimate form exists with this missing date. Well, I am prepared to make a similar argument to prove that the photo was not one of me in Russia. What follows is photographic evidence that I did not fly into Russia. You can clearly see that I am not there.
So, you’re definitely not suggesting that he didn’t go to Russia because he was unable to secure Snowden for a guest spot on RC Radio?
Ceci n’est pas une pipe.
I was there, just 2 minutes late. Dr. Kenneth Noisewater took over the radio show but BlogTalkRadio was having technical difficulties. He and I and Sterngard could all talk to each other, but nobody was getting through to the listeners.
Simultaneously, I was having some computer issues, which are now fully resolved. I’ll be doing the show this coming Tuesday, since R.C. is still wherever he is.
This is the real me. ◄— and you can see for yourself that I’m online and not in Russia.
Comrade Fogovich, they have Internet in Russia.
Doc,
How do we know you weren’t photoshopped out of that picture? In fact, I think posting it at all qualifies as indirect confirmation by Butter-de-de-de-logic which is corroborated by the well-known picture of Foggy in his commie hat (‘cuz… well, you know…).
Be sure you clean off your dinner plate—when my cousin visited the Soviet Union, she said that leftovers from the night before ended up in the next morning’s borscht.
’о сви’ания товарищ
(do svidaniya tovarishch)
That’s not the real you—it’s just my web browser’s visualization of an entry in the database of Doc’s blog allegedly written by you. I think we need to see a birth certificate before we can be sure of anything, tovarishch.
Uh, yeah, sorry Doc. I sent that photo to Reed Hayes. He says he’s never seen a photo so riddled with obvious signs of manipulation. A blue airplane seat with an orange seatbelt? I looked at dozens of photos of airplane seats and didn’t find a single one with those colors. And I suppose it’s just coincidence that the colors of the magazine cover match so well with the colors of the seat and seatbelt.
You shouldn’t have hired the birth certificate forger to fake that photo. He’s simply not competent.
I was about to say the same thing. Excellent observations.
Thinker:
Uh, yeah, sorry Doc. I sent that photo to Reed Hayes. He says he’s never seen a photo so riddled with obvious signs of manipulation.
Maybe it’s just me, but I swear there’s a face staring out of the back of that seat.
Photoshopped? Paranoia? AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!
The photo on the cover of Aeroflot’s inflight magazine looks like Ha Long Bay.
So you are saying you are in Vietnam?
The text on the truck was not actually Russian. The meat market in Lwow is a possibility,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRDkTQB_pCw
Saw someone with a beard and a hat there.
Yeah I couldn’t hear you I couldn’t hear anyone as host. I thought maybe you donned your famous red cap and made off to Moscow, Comrade.
OT… What Does Ted Cruz’s Birth Certificate Look Like To A Birther?
http://thebigslice.org/ted-cruzs-birth-certificate-look-like-birther/
Thanks for the link, and the translation. I tried to figure it out.
Not really.
The photo was Photoshopped (cropped).
Misha, both the composer and the text writer of that Polish waltz “Tylko w Lwowie” were Jewish. Text writer Emanuel Schlechter died in the Holocaust.
So you’re not saying that you aren’t in Vietnam, either.
The important thing is that Generalissimo Zullo is being kept in the dark.
Doc isn’t saying that he’s not a championship mountain lion puncher either…Hmmm.
But as for keeping Zullo in the dark, I wouldn’t worry. The man can’t find his way out of a well lit building, with a floodlight.
Tiny North Dakota town braces against neo-Nazi plans for all-white community
Jeff Schoep, commander of the American National Socialist Movement (NSM), is preparing to travel from Detroit to Leith to hold a town-hall meeting and press conference on Sunday afternoon. On the NSM website, he describes the trip as a “gesture of goodwill”, but goes on to say ominously that the aim is to “plant the seeds of National Socialism in North Dakota”.
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/sep/21/north-dakota-neo-nazi-community-leith
Zullo lost his decoder ring.
How is he gonna know when to drink more Ovaltine?!
Since Zullo is a first rate detective, I have a problem for him to help me with.
My dog ran away, and is lost in the town of Baskerville. Could Zullo help me find my hound?
When he runs out of bourbon.
“Zullo lost his decoder ring.”
He also lost his Clown Car, Ringling Bros repossessed it for lack of payments, it’s all over for the poor Clown Zullo
Perhaps Zullo could apply here:
http://www.panoramio.com/photo/4404919
Zullo could always get a job testing if explosive shells are duds or not! That’s how Bugs Bunny made a living for a while.
A very Twainian word, for sure!
That *is* a great word, isn’t it! In the fine tradition of made-up, “latinated” words, going back to Shakespeare, who coined quite a few – like “deracinate” and “multitudinous.”
When my kids and their friends make up words, they usually just add -ish to the end. Zounds!!