I have a family with famous birthdays. My grandaughter was born on Constitution Day, my daughter, on Second Independence Day. July 24, 1534 was the day Cartier claimed Canada for France. Good thing it was july 24, not Jan. 24 or he might have said phooey! July 24 is also the dubious day in 1936 that half the Midwest and Great Plains was clobbered with the hottest day in (the normal parts) US history. 126 degrees unofficial in Smith Center KS, which rivals Death Valley's 126. But today I stand on the beaches of Hawaii, enjoying 80 and the surf. And I am happy to announce that Obama is toast. Got into the shuttle bus and started up a conversation, unprompted, he began to tell about the time Obama and Pelosi came to Mauna Lani Hotel and resort and shut down the whole darned Island. "He's not from here. He doesn't even act Hawaiian. He's from Africa. A lot of friends voted for him. He said he was going to do good things, but now look!! Everybody is embarrassed to say they voted for him and we worry if anyone who is mixed (race, I guess) will ever get elected again." Whew! Everybody has a crass comment about his birth certificate which the Hawaiian gov tried to find unsuccessfully. Well good thing Barack had saved a copy. If the Hawaiians won't vote for him, he's toast.
Gotta go. Volcanos and tubes, Hawaiian cowboys, beaches, etc. are calling. Pictures to take of the grandaughter.
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