The Real Obama
Recently I received an email listing some pretty incriminating quotes from Dreams of My Father, the book domestic terrorist Bill Ayers ghosted for Barack Hussein Obama. They include such pearls of wisdom as:
“I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother’s race.”
And
“I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.” from the Audacity of Hope.
The problem is that the quotes are either tweaked, taken out of context or completely non-existent. Not that the President is not guilty of racism or favoritism, it’s just that fudging his verbiage is completely unnecessary. Actual quotes from Dreams of My Father, while not as concise, are sufficient to show the mindset of the redistributor in chief.
Nationalism provided that history, an unambiguous morality tale that was easily communicated and easily grasped. A steady attack on the white race, the constant recitation of black people’s brutal experience in this country, served as the ballast that could prevent the ideas of personal and communal responsibility from tipping into an ocean of despair. Yes, the nationalist would say, whites are responsible for your sorry state, not any inherent flaws in you. In fact, whites are so heartless and devious that we can no longer expect anything from them. The self-loathing you feel, what keeps you drinking or thieving, is planted by them. Rid them from your mind and find your true power liberated. Rise up, ye mighty race!
The emotions between the races could never be pure; even love was tarnished by the desire to find in the other some element that was missing in ourselves. Whether we sought out our demons or salvation, the other race would always remain just that: menacing, alien, and apart.
The minority assimilated into the dominant culture, not the other way around. Only white culture could be neutral and objective. Only white culture could be nonracial, willing to adopt the occasional exotic into its ranks. Only white culture had individuals. And we, the half-breeds and the college-degreed, take a survey of the situation and think to ourselves, Why should we get lumped in with the losers if we don’t have to? We become only so grateful to lose ourselves in the crowd, America’s happy, faceless marketplace; and we’re never so outraged as when a cabbie drives past us or the woman in the elevator clutches her purse, not so much because we’re bothered by the fact that such indignities are what less fortunate coloreds have to put up with every single day of their lives-although that’s what we tell ourselves-but because we’re wearing a Brooks Brothers suit and speak impeccable English and yet have somehow been mistaken for an ordinary nigger.
Perhaps the last quote gives some insight into the frustration and anger he felt. An anger not totally unjustified, yet totally out of place in what is supposed to be a “post racial” administration.
Recently, the Arizona situation has revealed the man has a greater affinity to the illegal alien community than to the American citizens paying for all sorts of services and fearing the rampant crime inflicted on their state. Whatever justification there is for his feelings of alienation, Barack Hussein Obama, through is words and his actions shows that he cannot be the president of all the people and look out for the welfare of every citizen when he harbors such feelings in his tortured mind.


















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