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Obama's early life indicates that young Barry may have been brought up as a Red Avenger against America. We know that he talks like an anti-capitalist and an anti-Constitutionalist, and that he compulsively apologizes for American actions during the Cold War. The Cold War was not something we started; it was started by Lenin, Stalin, Mao, and other totalitarian mass murderers long before the Korean War and the Vietnam War, our two hot proxy wars in the Cold War.
What we haven't understood is how deeply Obama was indoctrinated in the war against America from childhood onward. But every intelligence agency in the world has to have it figured it out, because it's all in the public record. Leftists around the world have also known it from day one, and that includes the leading Democrats. Obama was not an unknown to Democrat Party apparatchiks. Or the media. Only the American people were kept in the dark. The media and the Democrats are still doing their Obama cover-up today, and hoping they will get away with it.
Why is Obama so deeply, emotionally opposed to America's defense of freedom and democracy in the Cold War? Because Barry Soetoro was born in 1961 and lived in the Indonesian capital of Jakarta from age six to ten, the years 1967-1971 --- right after the bloodiest civil war in Indonesian history, which took place from 1965 to 1967. The Indonesian Communist Party, the PKI, was wiped out and massacred during that civil war. There is absolutely no way a Leftwing family living in Jakarta could not have been in a constant uproar during those years, even after the massacres had died down. After all, his parents were active sympathizers if not Party Members themselves, as was his biological father
Indonesia was host to millions of ethnic Chinese, some of whom were slaughtered in the "communal violence" which followed a failed coup. China was then in the middle of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution, which killed from 50 to 70 million people. Ann Dunham, Lolo Soetoro and Barry Soetoro were living in the very midst of the hottest front line between the West and totalitarian Communism.
Indonesia's dictator General Sukarno was overthrown in 1965, either by the Communist Party (the PKI), or by the Indonesian army and Islamic parties -- and probably by all three. The PKI was the third biggest Communist Party in the world outside of the Soviet Union and Communist China. (See The Year of Living Dangerously). PKI members were killed in the resulting riots and massacres throughout 1965 and 1966, starting in the capital city of Jakara, which is where Barry Soetoro's family lived. Imaging living in Atlanta, GA, right after General Sherman got through marchin' through Georgia, and not knowing anything about it?
There is simply no way those earth-shattering events could not have touched Barry Soetoro's life in Jakarta from the age of six to ten. Barry's temporary Dad Lolo Soetoro was originally a supporter of General Sukarno and the Left; Sukarno's party had sent Lolo to Hawaii to get a graduate degree, where he met Ann Dunham. There is no real safety in such conditions. Revenge killings happened after World War II in Europe, and after the Civil War in the United States.
The big question is: why did Ann Dunham risk bringing her young child to Jakarta? She must either have been utterly naive politically, or, much more likely, she knew that she and Lolo were protected by powerful political forces.
Ann Dunham was at least an active fellow traveler with the Communist Party. Remember, this is just fifteen years after the death of Stalin, and after the American domestic reaction to Stalinist infiltration, now dubbed "McCarthyism." We now know with historical certainty that the US Government was in fact infiltrated by Stalin's Communist Party members, including the State Department and the White House, and that secrets of US nuclear bombs were instantly passed to the Soviet Union by Manhattan Project member Klaus Fuchs, who was honored by the East Germany Communist Party when he went back there. Stalinist Communists were also very powerful in Hollywood, in the newspapers and the universities.
Barry's childhood and education under the guardianship of Communist Party rep Frank Marshall Davis, followed by an endless parade of far Leftist mentors from Hawaii to Harvard and Chicago, were all shaped by the identical political narrative. Every adult he ever knew told the same story. Everybody hated the same satanic enemy: American capitalism -- also known as freedom and democracy -- the CIA, the US military; Senator Joe McCarthy, President Eisenhower, and Richard Nixon. We now know that Nixon was overthrown by the American Left using the Watergate scandal, including the Washington Post's Ben Bradlee, in close coordination with the FBI's Assistant Director Mark Felt, who was Woodward and Bernstein's Deep Throat.
The Jesuits used say "Give us a boy before he is ten and we will have him for life. That's why the Ranting Reverend Wright's Church of Marxism was such a natural place for the Obamas to go every Sunday, and to bring up their own girls. It's what they were used to; it had that old home feeling.
When kids believe that their mothers and fathers are in danger, they often imagine themselves to be the saviors -- they can get a Savior Complex. (Sound familiar?) Children in abusive families often feel that way. Barry Soetoro grew up needing to rescue his side in the Cold War -- the Red side.
Human beings who think they are world saviors are narcissists from day one, because they believe they have God-like powers. How else can you Save the Planet? How else can you "keep the seas from riiiiising," as Obama said in his acceptance speech to the Democrats? Narcissism is a standard character trait on the Left. It's one of the basic differences between ideological Leftists and conservatives. Edmund Burke, the granddaddy of Anglo-American conservatism, pointed that out in his most important book, Reflections on The Revolution in France (1791). Conservatives are generally normal people. Ideological Leftists are ambitious World Saviors who turn out to kill a lot of people who resisted being saved by coercive force. Can you think of any American conservative who acts like Obama?
Take a kid with a savior complex and raise him with an endless slew of Leftist mentors, from Mom onwards. He is the savior child as far as they are concerned -- the Red Avenger. He will redeem them in the bitter aftermath of the defeat of Communism. Barack Obama has had substitute parents -- patrons who eased his way -- throughout his life, including Bill Ayers, Jeremiah Wright and Emil Jones.
When Obama and Ayers come clean, they'll say, "So what if it's true? It doesn't matter!"
Ceb will say, "It doesn't matter *squawk*"
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"I am a radical, Leftist, small "c" Communist.... Maybe I am the last Communist willing to admit it.... The ethics of Communism still appeal to me."
William Ayers
It already doesn't matter.
You're officially ahead of the curve...
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Few of us survived the Joe McCarthy holocaust of the early 1950s and of those there were even fewer whose understandings and insights had developed beyond the dialectical materialism of orthodox Marxism.
Saul David Alinsky
Rules for Radicals
Nobody cares but the kooks.
The kooks still believe he's not a dummy, but a genius, literary as well as scientific...
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President Obama, with all that vast nuclear expertise he acquired as a community organizer, a part-time senator, and a candidate for president, has accomplished nothing to date with Iran or North Korea.
Sarah Palin
Jack's Back!
It surprised me to learn that David Remnick had dedicated three pages of his comprehensive new Obama biography, The Bridge, to my thesis that Bill Ayers helped Barack Obamawrite Obama's 1995 memoir, Dreams From My Father.
It will surprise Remnick even more to learn that he has unwittingly reinforced a thesis that he set out to discredit.
I stumbled on the reference to yours truly rather by accident. I was searching the index to see what Remnick had to say about Bill Ayers and found the first mention on page 253 in this intriguing context, "The true author of Obama's book, Jack Cashill suggested, was likely Bill Ayers."
The reference to me, I quickly discovered, is not a kind one. In the way of credentials, Remnick allows me no discernible Ph.D. in American studies, no Fulbright, no articles in Fortune or the Wall Street Journal, no well-received book on intellectual fraud, no books at all.
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Remnick likewise spares his cocoon the research Christopher Andersen had done on Dreams. In his bestseller, Barack and Michelle: Portrait of an American Marriage, Andersen spends six pages confirming my thesis through boots-on-the-ground reporting. "Thanks to help from the veteran writer Ayers," writes Andersen in summary, "Barack would be able to submit a manuscript to his editors at Times Books."
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This "libel," Remnick tells us, had a "diabolic potency," and the devil himself -- Rush Limbaugh -- was spreading it. Remnick quotes Limbaugh's October 10, 2008 discussion of my book at length. The Limbaugh quote reads in part:
There is no evidence that [Obama] has any kind of writing talent. We haven't seen anything he wrote at Harvard Law, or when he was at Columbia, or any tests that he's written. But if you read his books, if you listen to the audio reading of the book here, you don't hear this when Obama goes out and speaks.
Remnick cannot resist the progressive urge to race-bait. True to form, he reminds his audience of "the ugly pedigree" of my and Limbaugh's "racist insinuation." Given the nastiness of the charge, one would have expected him to supply some supportive evidence. He doesn't. Ironically, all the new information that Remnick does provide serves only to strengthen my argument.
In his 600-plus pages of surprisingly lifeless prose -- Ayers is the better writer -- Remnick does, at least, find his way into certain corners of Obama's life that the media had not previously penetrated. Among these are the New York years, about which Obama had declined even the New York Times' "repeated requests" for information. Post-election, Remnick makes a little more headway.
At Columbia, Remnick tells us, Obama was an "unspectacular" student. Northwestern University communications professor John McKnight reinforces the point, telling Remnick, "I don't think [Obama] did too well in college."
McKnight, a Chicago friend, wrote a letter of reference for Obama to attend Harvard Law School. Remnick assures us that Obama was a "serious" student at Columbia, just not a particularly good one. Still, Obama finessed his way into a law school that chooses its 500 new students each year from 7,000 applicants whose LSAT scores generally chart in the 98th to 99th percentile range and whose GPAs average between 3.80 and 3.95. How this "unspectacular" student got in is a mystery that Remnick chooses not to explore. As to Obama's LSAT scores, Jimmy Hoffa's body may well be discovered before those are.
Obama certainly did not write well when he was at Columbia. Remnick charitably describes the one article Obama wrote for Columbia's weekly news magazine, Sundial, as "muddled," and he is referring only to the content. The grammar is worse. As I have previously noted, in his 1800-word, article Obama manages an appalling five noun-verb mismatches, and the punctuation is equally capricious.
Still, like millions of other Americans, Obama saw himself as a would-be novelist. Unfortunately, as Jerry Kellman, the organizer who recruited Obama to Chicago, informed Remnick, "[Obama] told me that he had trouble writing, he had to force himself to write."
After leaving for Harvard Law in 1988, Obama returned to Chicago in 1991, where he signed on at the law firm of Davis Miner. There he worked as a full-time associate until he launched his state senate campaign in 1995. During those same years, Obama also taught classes at Chicago University Law School -- not as a professor, as Obama claimed during the campaign, but as a lecturer. Despite the fudge, Remnick makes a point of detailing how thorough and meticulous Obama was as both lawyer and teacher. Still, for all of Obama's presumed literary talents, it strikes even Remnick a bit strange that "he never published a single academic article."
In 1991, Obama also began to work in earnest on the book that he had contracted to write for Poseidon, an imprint of Simon & Schuster. "The advance was reportedly over a $100,000," Remnick writes. "Obama received half of that amount on signing the contract."
By 1991, Obama had met Michelle, and the two indulged in a social life that would have left Scarlett O'Hara dizzy. Writes Remnick, "He and Michelle accepted countless invitations to lunches, dinners, cocktail parties, barbecues, and receptions for right minded charities." Obama also joined the East Bank Club, a combined gym and urban country club, and served on at least a few charitable boards.
Obama's obligations were taking their toll. "Obama had missed deadlines and handed in bloated, yet incomplete drafts," Remnick tells us. Simon & Schuster lost patience. In late 1992, weeks after the Obamas' marriage, the firm canceled the contract.
Not surprisingly, Remnick skips some of the details that Andersen included, like how Obama had spent $75,000 of the advance and could not pay it back. According to Andersen, the publisher let Obama keep the money only after he pled poverty due to "massive student loan debt."
At the time, the Obamas, still childless, were making well into six figures between them as they partied their way through progressive Chicago's frenzied social life. According to Remnick, Bill Ayers and weatherwoman bride Bernadine Dohrn played a highly visible role in that life. Remnick calls them collectively the "Elsa Maxwell of Hyde Park."
After his agent secured Obama a smaller contract with the Times Books division of Random House, Barack decamped to Bali -- Bali? -- in early 1993 in the hope that he would be able to finish the book without interruption. The sojourn proved fruitless. He still could not produce.
Remnick papers over the two years between Bali and the book's 1995 publication. He quotes Henry Ferris, the Times Book editor, to bolster Obama's claim to authorship. Ferris "worked directly with Obama," Remnick tells us, but Ferris edited in New York while Obama wrote in Chicago. Ferris would have had no way of knowing just how much of the editing or writing Obama was doing himself.
In late 1994, Obama finally submitted his manuscript for publication. Remnick expects the faithful to believe that a mediocre student who had nothing in print save for the occasional "muddled" essay, who blew a huge contract after more than two futile years, who wrote no legal articles, and who turned in bloated drafts when he did start writing, somehow found the time and inspiration during an absurdly busy period of his life to write what Time Magazine would call "the best-written memoir ever produced by an American politician."
In his New York Times review of The Bridge, Gary Wills argues, "The art with which the book is constructed to serve his deepest personal needs shows how ludicrous is the charge of Rush Limbaugh and others that he did not write it." No, Gary, the "art" betrays the fraud. Obama's muse whispered in his own voice, not in Obama's.
The defense of Obama by Wills and Remnick should not surprise. As I discovered five years ago in the research for my book, Hoodwinked, America's intellectual elite has been crafting and enabling intellectual fraud for nearly a century. "Not unnaturally," I wrote, "people of influence in the cultural establishment are inclined to promote, praise, and protect those creative individuals who think as they do." The protected, by the way, include people of all colors, genders, and orientations. The protectors usually vote, sound, and condescend just like Wills and Remnick.
By any standard, Andersen's account of Dreams' publication rings truer than Remnick's. As Andersen tells it, Obama found himself deeply in debt and "hopelessly blocked." At "Michelle's urging," Obama "sought advice from his friend and Hyde Park neighbor Bill Ayers." What attracted the Obamas were "Ayers's proven abilities as a writer." Obama had already taped interviews with many of his relatives, both African and American. A tellingly specific sentence in Andersen's account is the one that follows: "These oral histories, along with his partial manuscript and a trunkload of notes were given to Ayers."
I've only ever claimed the first one was the Wright one...
Then, there's this...
Obama's Expatriate Years
http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/11/obamas_expatriate_years.html
and this...
Professor Obama
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=674050
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Ayers wrote his book,
Harvard wrote his Review,
Apollo Alliance wrote his TARP,
Congress is writing his Health Care,
Nobel Committee awarded him extra credit...,
... and the Democrat Media is Wrighting his Legacy!
Dear Dances With Falsehoods,
Suck it up or put me on ignore, eunuch boy.
Sincerely,
RobDownSouth
Hey RobSuxCock...have you and your partner exchanged rings in a ceremony yet ?
In Obama's ten years of bachelorhood before he met Michelle in 1989, Remnick creates a credible picture of him as a popular, good-looking man about town. Obama's Chicago mentor Jerry Kellerman tells Remnick that Obama dated various women and "was more than capable of taking care of himself." Another Chicago friend, John Owens, claims, "Barack tends to make a strong impression on women." And Remnick refers specifically to an "old girlfriend" that Obama rather coolly abandoned upon leaving Chicago for Harvard in 1988.
And yet, unless I missed something, despite scores of interviews with Obama acquaintances, never do we actually hear from a woman who dated Barack Obama. The same vacuum is apparent in the book Barack and Michelle, Portrait of an American Marriage, by Christopher Andersen. Andersen quotes Obama's New York roommate, Sohale Siddiqi, on the subject of Obama's allure: "I couldn't outcompete him in picking up girls, that's for sure" -- but we do not hear from any of the girls he might have picked up or dated.
In Dreams, Obama creates a similarly romantic image of himself. At one point, when his half-sister Auma visits him in Chicago pre-Michelle, he tells her about a ruptured relationship with a white woman back in New York. He adds, with more than a little calculation, "There are several black ladies out there who've broken my heart just as good," but we do not read as much as a single sentence about any of these.
In Dreams, Obama recalls his early days in Indonesia, when he began to notice "that Cosby never got the girl on I Spy." Curiously, in his own book, he does not do much better.
In Dreams, in fact, the only lover Obama talks about is the mystery woman in New York. Although he speaks of her only briefly and in retrospect, he does so vividly and lovingly. "She was white," he tells Auma. "She had dark hair, and specks of green in her eyes. Her voice sounded like a wind chime." This is no casual relationship. "We saw each other for almost a year. On the weekends, mostly. Sometimes in her apartment, sometimes in mine."
One weekend, the woman invites Obama to her family's country home, which had been her grandfather's, and "he had inherited it from his grandfather." The library is filled with old books and photos of the grandfather with presidents, diplomats, industrialists. "It was autumn," Obama recalls, "beautiful, with woods all around us, and we paddled a canoe across this round, icy lake full of small gold leaves that collected along the shore."
It is during this memorable weekend that Obama experiences something of a racial epiphany. "I realized that our two worlds, my friend's and mine, were as distant from each other as Kenya is from Germany. And I knew that if we stayed together I'd eventually live in hers." This realization inspires Obama to break off this relationship despite a gracious reception by the girl's parents.
Remnick concedes that Dreams is not to be taken at face value. He calls it a "mixture of verifiable fact, recollection, recreation, invention, and artful shaping." On any number of points, all fairly trivial, he attempts to sort out the fact from the fancy. On the subject of this critical relationship, the one and only in Dreams before Michelle, he falls conspicuously silent. The reader of The Bridge would not know that Obama had such a relationship.
Christopher Andersen was more curious but made little headway in confirming the story or identifying the woman. "No one," he writes, "including his roommate and closest friend at the time, Siddiqi, knew of this mysterious lover's existence."
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As I have argued from textual analysis, and as Andersen has confirmed from his own reporting, Obama had help with the book. As Andersen tells it, after four futile years of trying to finish the contracted book, a "hopelessly blocked" Obama delivered his family's "oral histories, along with his partial manuscript and a trunkload of notes" to "friend and neighbor" Ayers for a major overhaul.
Ayers appears to have taken Obama's shapeless mass of a manuscript and fitted it into a Homeric framework. We know that Ayers is keen on the classics. Early in his own 2001 memoir, Fugitive Days, he tips his Homeric hand. "Memory sails out upon a murky sea -- wine-dark, opaque, unfathomable," he writes with a knowing wink. "Wine-dark sea" is trademark Homer. Ayers seems to have had fun with the project.
Indeed, in January 2009, Michiko Kakutani, the New York Times literary critic, described the structure of Dreams as "a quest in which [Obama] cast himself as both a Telemachus in search of his father and an Odysseus in search of a home." Three weeks earlier, I had made the identical argument on these pages.
Any number of incidents in Dreams recall Homer's Odyssey. In his quest, Obama encounters blind seers, lotus-eaters, the "ghosts" of the underworld, whirlpools, a half-dozen sundry "demons," and even a menacing one-eyed bald man. These encounters likely run the full range of stylistic possibilities from verifiable fact to artful shaping to pure invention.
The mystery woman recalls the temptress Circe. Like Obama's unnamed girlfriend, Circe lives in a "splendid house" on "spacious grounds." She too wants her lover, Odysseus, to stay forever. Like Obama, Odysseus has shared his bed with this alien seductress for one year. But her world can never be his.
"You god-driven man," Odysseus's mates warn him, "now the time has come to think about your native land once more, if you are fated to be saved and reach your high-roofed home and your own country" (Ian Johnston translation).
If Obama's friend nicely fills the Circe role, then she is almost surely grounded in the real-life person of Diana Oughton, Ayers' lover who was killed in a 1970 Greenwich Village bomb factory blast. Ayers was obsessed with Oughton. In Fugitive Days, he fixes on her in ways that had to discomfit the woman that he eventually married, their fellow traveler in the Weather Underground, Bernardine Dohrn.
Physically, the woman of Obama's memory, with her "dark hair, and specks of green in her eyes," evokes images of Oughton. As her FBI files attest, Oughton had brown hair and green eyes. The two women share similar family backgrounds as well. In fact, they seem to have grown up on the very same estate.
According to a Time Magazine article written soon after her death, Oughton "brought Bill Ayers and other radicals" to the family homestead in Dwight, Illinois. There, "she would talk politics with her father, defending the revolutionary's approach to social ills."
The main house on the Oughton estate, a twenty-room Victorian mansion, was built by Oughton's father's grandfather. Formally known as the John R. Oughton House, it was placed on the national historic register in 1980. Despite forty years of encroaching development since Oughton's death, aerial photos show the Oughton estate (103 South Street) with a small lake in the middle and a thick ring of trees around it, very much like the estate in Dreams.
The carriage house, in which Diana lived as a child, now serves as a public library. It may have already seemed like one when Ayers visited, an impression that finds its way into Dreams as a library "filled with old books and pictures of the famous people [the grandfather] had known."
<babble snip> I don't get to talk to liberals much anymore. Jack Cashill