Obama news from the Aloha State

For starters, a state appeals court here in Hawaii has reaffirmed the denial of a request to inspect and review President Barack Hussein Obama’s birth certificate that would prove (or disprove) that he was born here in Honolulu:

In a 3-0 vote, the Hawaii Intermediate Court of Appeals upheld a 2009 ruling by then-state Circuit Judge Eden Elizabeth Hifo, who dismissed the lawsuit by a man identified as “Dr. Robert V. Justice,” who represented himself. He listed a Beverly Hills, Calif., address on his court papers.

In his legal brief to the appeals court, Justice wrote the inspection of the birth certificate will “ensure the health and safety of all 300 million of us by making sure that our military and our nuclear and chemical arsenals are still under our control and not in the control of any one of our enemies.”

The appeals court said Justice sought the review under the state open-records law requiring the disclosure of documents based on a showing of “compelling circumstances affecting the health or safety of any individual.”

A win for Obama. A win in part because it will make the birthers keep outing themselves as nutters, with Donald Trump doubling as their leader and Exhibit A.

A loss for Obama? His golfing buddy and school chum has been arrested for prostitution:

A regular Hawaii golfing buddy and Punahou School friend of President Barack Obama was among four people arrested Monday night during a prostitution sting operation in Kakaako by Honolulu police.

Waialua resident Robert Richard “Bobby” Titcomb, 49, was arrested at South and Pohukaina streets at 9:40 p.m. Monday.

Titcomb was charged with prostitution and released after posting $500 bail at 11 p.m. The offense is a petty misdemeanor that carries a $500 fine. People convicted may also face probation, community service or up to 30 days in jail.

The area is close to a massive homeless shelter, which makes me think Barry's bud was slumming it, so to speak. Kinda dumb, when the authorities have been cracking down on homelessness in a big way, scrutinizing anyone who isn't in the shelter.

I did not take this photo.
I am too chicken.

Really, if you're going to go to a prostitute in Honolulu, just head to Waikiki. They're easy to find, walking along main streets and mingling with the tourists, and apparently they don't try all that hard to cover up what they're doing.

In fact, one of the funniest things I've ever seen in Honolulu was when I was walking back to my car from the Apple Store at the Royal Hawaiian Shopping Center. There was a woman, obviously selling her services, talking very loudly to a man that appeared to be a middle-aged Japanese or Korean tourist, yelling for all to hear, "No, I told you, I don't accept credit cards!"