If you drive south on the I-5 from Los Angeles far enough, you’ll pass a billboard that asks the age-old question:

Kinda like "Where's the beef?" except it's not funny, and it makes me die a little inside.

As I drove by it last week, it baffled me why someone would fork up money to purchase ad space to question Barack Obama’s nationality when his birth certificate is POSTED ON HIS FUCKING SITE. Chuckling to myself, I continued on my merry way and forgot about the sad, petty person (or people) who paid for that billboard.

I was cleaning out my old attic this morning, shuffling between dusty boxes and moldy photo albums, when I found my original birth certificate. “Holy shit-on-a-stick,” I muttered. “I’m Kenyan, too!”

And by “cleaning” I mean “surfing,” and by “old attic” I mean this awesome site. Feel free to make your own! Just make sure you destroy it properly before you run for President.