Obama, Kaiser Soze, and Frank Marshall Davis

The more you study what we “know” of Obama, the more it seems to me like this ENTIRE life may have been fabricated out of whole cloth.  We know Barry Sr., the anti-colonial Marxist to whom his book (which he more or may not have written) met his mother, as we have pictures of them together.  We know they married. We know she returned to Washington state to study, and that his “father” stayed in Hawaii.  We know he attended school in Indonesia, where he was listed as both a Muslim and an Indonesian national.  We know he went to  rich kids school in Honolulu, which would have been the same place Mitt Romney would have gone if he had grown up there.  We know he was a pot smoker.  On his own account–and there is no good reason to lie about this–he spent a lot of time with Frank Marshall Davis, and looked to him as a confidant.

Then, the next known data point is his community organizing days in Chicago, after he allegedly went to Columbia, which is roughly 5-6 years after he left Hawaii. Somewhere in there a Pakistani friend funded a trip to Pakistan, apparently.

Then he was at Harvard.  We don’t know if he deserved to be there, or how he paid for it.  We know there were racial tensions when he was there, which likely made electing the first black to the position of editor in the Law Review a very easy political decision.

We know he was offered a contract to write his book/memoir, which was revoked when he failed after 18 months or so.  We know that he tried again, was failing again, and according to at least one biographer finally went to Bill Ayers to help him write it.  This time, the book was written, sold well, and set the stage for his political career.

But there are several large gaps in there, including all the time from when he left Hawaii to when he hit Chicago as an Alinskyite practitioner of Agitation Propaganda.

This reminds me of the moment in “The Usual Suspects” when Chaz Palmintieri realizes that all the names he’s just been given came from pictures behind his desk, his coffee cup, and elsewhere, and that virtually every important detail he has just been given may have been completely fabricated.

As I ponder it, it actually makes sense that Frank Marshall Davis is Obama’s real father.  If there were some way to verify those pornographic images that look like his mother actually ARE his mother, I would say it would be a virtual certainty.  Girls do not let men take pictures like that, then stop short of intercourse, not with a man like Davis, who seems to have had a talent for seduction–due, no doubt, to a lack of conscience and frequent practice, both desirable traits if the goal is getting in a girl’s pants.

It would have made sense for Dunham to have more or less dumped him on his real father when she returned to Indonesia.  And it would make it possible both for the Registrar–or whatever her title is–of Hawaiian public records to say she had viewed Obama’s birth certificate without lying, AND for it to make sense for him to forge a false one, if Davis was listed as his father.

In the era when he was born, having a father who was a KNOWN, card-carrying, unapologetic Communist dedicated to overthrowing the rule of law in the United States would have been devastating to virtually any career he could have chosen.  It may be in part because of that that his mother chose to move him to Indonesia.  When things loosened up in the late 60’s, it might then have encouraged her to return him, so he could grow up with the unique advantages that attend growing up in the United States.

I have said before and will say again that if we survive this era with our freedoms intact, some set of future historians–probably not even that far in the future, perhaps 5 years–will wonder HOW IN HELL did this guy slip through: unqualified as far as what we know, unvetted with regard to what we don’t know, and having had far left associates ON HIS OWN ACCOUNT far back into his childhood.