Some of you lovely people may have read my post the other day where I told a little story about Donald Trump.
I didn't think it was a particularly important little story, although I now realize the fact that the Donald's mother was both unmarried and a legal citizen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland at the time Donald was born in Mexico might put a little dent into his claim to be a "natural born" American citizen.
I was surprised to receive a visit from a rather threatening man. He introduced himself as a paralegal from a firm of lawyers called Jarndyce and Jarndyce although I've never seen a paralegal with face tattoos, a spiked dog collar and a hook for a hand before. He handed over a most unpleasant, threatening and badly written letter.
I have now responded to this letter and sent Mr Trump's lawyers a copy of little Donald's Mexican birth certificate, so I genuinely hope that this misunderstanding can be sorted out amicably.
Thankyou for all your kind words about my little Ayn Rand story.
Yours,
Sarah
ETA: I've tried to put the image of the birth certificate itself into my post, but it appears to be beyond my computer skills. When I was a girl, our idea of advanced technology was a bucket that didn't have holes in it.
EATA: My thanks to Patience John - image follows.
EOATA: Watch people actually trying to debunk the certificate here. Wingnuts are funny.