Yr Wonkette would just like to call on the conspiracy theorists of the world, especially the Birthers, to work a little bit on their communication skills. Case in point: this blog thing claiming that something is definitely wrong with a purported photograph of the open casket of Loretta Fuddy, the Hawaii state health director who verified Barack Obama’s birth certificate in 2011, and who died following a plane crash off the island of Molokai in December — Fuddy and the other people on the plane made it out and inflated their life vests, but she died of heart arrhythmia while waiting to be rescued. Obviously, since nothing in wingnutland ever just happens, she was probably murdered by the Obama administration. And now we have this amazing claim by blogger “Butterdezillion,” who has determined that the body in Fuddy’s casket is not hers, or it is, but she’s got somebody else’s hands or something, because the casket isn’t big enough to hold Fuddy, as plainly shown by photo analysis, proving that…um… well, damned if we really know, because this particular birther is such a bad writer that they haven’t made even the slightest attempt to explain what they think this proves.
We know this much: Fuddy’s death is every bit as likely to have been the result of a presidential conspiracy as Ron Brown’s was, according to ace conspiracy wackaloon Jack Cashill, who figures that it only stands to reason that Bill Clinton made a military 737 crash in Croatia, killing not just Brown but 34 others, because that’s how Clinton rolled. And with that precedent clearly established, it just makes sense that all plane crashes that kill political figures are engineered at the very top.
Butterdezillion has put lots of effort into his or her analysis, as this pdf document shows! They use real math and a photograph of Loretta Fuddy to determine that the casket is absolutely too small for her to fit inside, through the use of grid lines and everything. The shocking conclusion:
Fuddy would barely have fit in this casket. Her arms would have had to be above the rest of her body. To have her wrists at the angle portrayed in the photo shopped image she would have had to be in an oversized casket but this is not an oversized casket.
That is just science. Unless of course Butterdezillion has the casket dimensions wrong; apart from posting that photo of the casket lid next to some gridlines, there’s no hint where he/she came up with those dimensions. Are we supposed to conclude that mortuaries are wholly unequipped to handle burials of women of various sizes? Is this all just an excuse to make fun of a dead woman’s hips? Even if Butterdezillion’s weird insistence that Fuddy would not fit in her own casket is correct, what is that supposed to prove — that she was murdered? That someone else is in the casket, and Fuddy’s been shipped to Moonbase Alpha along with the last remaining stocks of Crystal Pepsi? What, ultimately, is our Fuddy Body Data Buddy getting at? Please make your best guesses in the comments, because it all seems a bit TimeCubey so far.
What we are saying is that conspiracy theorists really need to take some expository writing classes and learn to explain what they’re claiming, if only for the lulz. Just as long as they don’t wander into any class that we happen to be teaching.
[Butterdezillion’s Blog via a tip from Chascates, who we now kind of hate a little.]
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