And she’s …. white. But …. he’s the first black president. But …. she’s white.

Is it really “o”‘s mama?

I’m confused. Gotta go lay down now. Headache. Dizzy. Whatha …

The good Rev Wright, Father Pfleger, Billy Ayers, Professor Gates, Saul Alinsky, Farrakham, Wade Rathke, George Soros, Ted Kennedy, John Kerry, and an army of Middle Eastern rabid dogs advisors

With that rainbow of advisors, our country, like our Health Care system, is certainly in good hands.

Here she is, chasing windmill after windmill through her silly, unrestrained life, resulting in misery and melancholy [to say nothing of one angry boy who suffers from an identity crisis, projecting every imagined speck of racism on an unsuspecting nation].

She runs away from America, represented by upper-middle class parents who were all too willing to pick up after their daughter even into adulthood, when they had to attend to her “mistake” called Barack; she ran away from a formula of Western family values to chase the Mandingo fantasy, convincing herself that these two “husbands” of hers were really valuable; and finally, chasing the Communist dreams to the farthest corner of the Earth, hoping that she would see examples of something that would serve as a lesson to the ugly, capitalistic Westerners.

Alas, in the end, she finds that these Indonesian blacksmiths didn’t want anything to do with her fuzzy-headed Marxism, so she flips the script in an act of desperate superiority to pretend that as an anthropologist, she needed to “reveal” to us a truth we could have told her before she set out tilting at windmills: that all people want to exercise their free will. Hear how she dresses it up for an audience of swooning academics:

Indeed, Dr. Soetoro found that the villagers she studied in Central Java had many of the same economic needs, beliefs and aspirations as the most capitalist of Westerners. Village craftsmen were “keenly interested in profits,” she wrote, and entrepreneurship was “in plentiful supply in rural Indonesia,” having been “part of the traditional culture” there for a millennium.

If 1965-66 counts, yours truly.

Consigned to the angry mob today but they are working on walking the line from mob to militia to domestic terrorist. We may one day wish that all we were called was an angry mob because we disagreed with proposed legislation and tried to speak our concern to our elected representatives at a town hall meeting or by carring a sign.

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Is that the same sweet-natured romanticism that has destroyed the nuclear family for Black Americans?

The same sweet-natured romanticism that created a culture of malignanat racial hatred directed at white people who blithely were believing that they were instrumental in overcoming the segregated societies of the past?

The same sweet-natured romanticism that gives a billion dollars to humanitarians like Hamas?

Or the same sweet-natured romanticism that has given Iran a blank-check to develop nuclear power for “peaceful purposes”?

The Story of Barack Obama’s Mother. June 11, 2009
With reporting by Zamira Loebis and Jason Tedjasukmana/Jakarta

“She despaired of him ever having a social conscience,” remembers Richard Patten, a colleague.

Her home became a gathering spot for the powerful and the marginalized: politicians, filmmakers, musicians and labor organizers. “She had, compared with other foundation colleagues, a much more eclectic circle,” Zurbuchen says.
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