Crazy isn't the idea of one person filing a document claiming birth for their son or grandson.
Crazy is wanting SO BADLY for something to be true that one will do anything and everything they possibly can to exhaust their potential for finding said truth. And then when the truth they seek simply isn't there?! They rally/regroup with a war cry of
"well, they haven't proven it's NOT true either."
We both know there is a 99% chance that the definitive proof (either way) you are seeking was lost/discarded decades ago. You take the position that means Obama is lying and/or up to no good. The rest of us take that to mean that the records you are seeking were lost/discarded decades ago. Just like if you asked me to locate my original birth certificate, I couldn't do it. I have a passport, but I couldn't locate my original birth certificate before I got that passport approved before going to Japan...and then renewed before going to Italy. Does that mean I'm lying about ever having an "original" birth certificate, however? Am I up to some sinister plan to destroy the world?
Okay, crazy is a poor choice of words. Rather, it's a combination of hope, hatred, and/or some perverse love-child of the two. Kind of like if I tell you that unicorns are real. You ask me to produce proof. I provide 30 theories for where they live, where they've lived, why no unicorn remains have ever been found, why no photos/video of unicorns are available as "proof" that haven't been proven as fakes, et al. You continue to ask "where's the proof?!" and when I can't produce it and don't know how to prove it, I get the warm, fuzzy blanket of
"you haven't proven unicorns AREN'T real either!" to protect my psyche.
Kind of like all the guys on this board who think I'm
cuckoo for cocoa puffs because of my supposed experiences with ghosts and demons, eh?!

I know it's true because of what I believe and have experienced. Not a shadow of a doubt in my mind. You ask for proof. About the best I can do is try and describe experiences that don't seem to have explanation...experiences that my wife, daughters, neighbor, sister, niece, etc. have shared, which is about the equivalent (to you) of me producing some nice "CG" of a unicorn. I eventually give up, since you're not going to be convinced that ghosts/demons exist...and wrap myself in that warm, fuzzy blanket of
"well, if he could walk a mile in my shoes, he might see things differently" (AKA go ahead and prove me wrong).
Trust me, I get it. From both sides of the coin! Only Obama was born in Hawai'i...and ghosts/demons exist.

Unicorns? Show me proof...lol.