Obama’s Dreams From His Ideological Father, Bill Ayers

By Selwyn Duke

If there’s one thing that mirrors the decline of America’s image under Barack Obama, it’s the decline of Obama’s own image. The man who once hailed himself and his fellow travelers as the “ones we’ve been waiting for,” and who was hailed by others as a transformational figure, is now the incredible shrinking president. But that’s image, too: As many of us knew all along, he was always small.

Once fancied a paragon of competence, Obama has now spawned perhaps the most poorly crafted bill in American history, ObamaCare. Once considered an honest, outside-the-beltway figure who transcends politics, we now know he employed one of the biggest lies in American history to push that death-care mistake through. Why, even the mainstream media — which has long bowed before the ‘Bama the way he bowed before the Saudi king — has now soured, complaining that the administration meant to be the most “transparent” in history is history’s most insular and “hostile.” And now a little more history may be made or, should I say, revealed — because the long-standing suspicion that “Obama’s” Magnum opus, Dreams From My Father, was actually ghostwritten by another, may soon be confirmed.

That ghost would be ex-Weathermen terrorist, Marxist, and erstwhile Obama ally Bill Ayers.

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Comments

[Philip France]

Excellent column but none of this surprises me. In fact, I do not believe that Barack Obama is Barack Obama. I believe that his real father is the late card-carrying Communist and pornographer Frank Marshall Davis. Do a Bing or Google image search using both names and compare the images for yourself. The resemblance of the American president to the Communist Davis is much closer than any possible resemblance to the Kenyan Obama.

During this image search you will also stumble upon photos of an underage Stanley Ann Dunham in the nude; photographs allegedly taken by Davis.

[Cristina]

English is not my first language, obviously. It's not even my second language, but the fourth.
The way this inept man speaks in prove enough that he isn't the author of his opus magnum, another book, in my humble opinion. Written by Obama or by Ayers, is a very bad signal that this fictional biography has been sold as a great book. In two hundred years, who will read it, or any other of Ayer's books? And if anyone reads "Dreams from My Father" it will be as a cult book for a minority of useful idiots.