From Joel Gilbert, the director who gave us “Dreams From My Real Father”: it’s now 2014, and at last, people are paying close, unflattering attention to The Man Behind …
Dreams From My Real Father
Now that it has been established that a candidate’s teenage years help define the man to come, it might be time to take a new look at the adolescent Obama and his then-mentor, the late Frank Marshall Davis.
I would guess that not one Obama voter out of one hundred could identify Davis by name, and I doubt if one media person out of a thousand has read his memoir, Livin’ the Blues. This is unfortunate on any number of levels. For one, Davis’s book captures the ebb and flow of 20th-century black American life as well as any ever written.
The President Who Wasn’t There
We have a president named “Obama.” If you believe your media — (hah!) — he is a kind of Űbermensch, a more-than-human giant intellect. Or, as one addled dork said two years ago, Obama must be A Light Bringer. That’s why the Norwegian Nobel Prize committee got the hots for him so bad that they had to give him the big prize before he did anything. Like Algore’s Peace Prize, it was awarded for postmodern (Po-Mo) — that is, completely fictional — good intentions. No actual achievements were wanted or needed.
Since Marxist college professors are not going to do this job for us, I will now perform a postmodern “deconstruction” of the so-called “president” of the “United States.” (Those sneer quotes are Po-Mo sniggers for things that are obviously fictional except that normal people think they are real. Like “money” and “freedom.”)
Race, Fantasy, and the New Yorker’s Editor
A New Yorker article by editor David Remnick gives away the game in the headline, “Trump, Birtherism, And Race-Baiting.”
According to Remnick, the “irrepressible jackass” Trump has inspired idiot America to believe a series of fantasies about Barack Obama: “There is the birther fantasy; the fantasy that Bill Ayers wrote “Dreams from My Father”; the fantasy that the President has some other father, and not Barack Obama, Sr.; the fantasy that Obama got into Harvard Law School with the help of a Saudi prince and the
“Hoodwinked:How Intellectual Hucksters Have Hijacked American Culture”-Jack Cashill
It takes a village to perpetrate a cultural fraud: Behind every hoaxster playing fast and loose with facts stands a teeming mansion of elite supporters, from professionals and educators to celebrities and journalists. So says Jack Cashill in Hoodwinked, his executive summary of the cultural frauds of the Left over the past century.
“Deconstructing Obama”-Jack Cashill
Deconstructing Obama is an important book, one that unravels significant parts of the fabric of Barrack Obama’s contrived and closely guarded personal history. Candidate Obama’s stature rested to an extraordinary degree on his first autobiography, Dreams from my Father. Cashill convincingly demonstrates that the claimed authorship of Dreams is a fraud, the most politically significant literary fraud in history.