Everyone from George Washington to Pinocchio knows that if you tell a lie, the consequences are unpleasant, and seldom do you get through life without your secrets being discovered by somebody. Many people choose to ignore this life truth for individual reasons; unfortunately people who are in charge of our country, our universities, our churches, and our businesses are among those who think they can manage the consequences so that they can maintain the power they have obtained. This trend is prevalent in our political system to the point that it is a commonly accepted behavior, and candidates for office think they can't win an office if they are truthful.
In 2004 when Mr. Barack Obama gave forth with an attention-getting speech at the Democratic National Convention, I thought he did pretty well. His books, Dreams from my Father and The Audacity of Hope, set the country on fire because of how well they were written. (A disclaimer: I haven't read either of these books.) But you know, sometimes you pick up on something intangible, something intuitive, that tells you that things are just not right. Every time I heard Obama speak, I had that feeling. If he were the inspirational communicator people found in his books, why did he hem and haw, stutter, and totally depend on a teleprompter when he spoke. He did not have the words in him.
So when I saw Jack Cashill on C Span promoting his new book that de-mystified the great Obama, I knew I had to read it. What a wild, wonderful trip it was.
Before I read the first word, I flipped to the back of the book to see if he had footnotes and references. He did. Unfortunately his references listed secondary sources. But the book is, for all practical matters, a literary analysis, so using material from the works being analyzed and other analyses is fair, I think. Also consider that any records pertaining to Obama, his family and friends, his education, and his work have been scrubbed as clean as a Dutch housewife's kitchen floor.
Deconstructing Obama has two main tenets: Obama did not actually write either of his books, and Barack Obama, Sr., is not his father. Obama's life and work, as the public knows them, were structured to enhance his political opportunities which in the beginning consisted of aspirations to be the mayor of Chicago. Even the most astute political analyst did not foresee the election of 2008.
To my thinking Cashill deftly proved that Dreams from my Father was written by Bill Ayers. The analysis is long and complicated, so read the book if you need the full story. Cashill provides examples of Obama's early writing, and the difference in any writing example that is presented and the Dreams book is more than striking. Let it suffice to say that Obama needs work on subject-verb agreement, something that most eighth graders can master. Cashill also presents a poem that Obama wrote that is so incoherent it sounds like something those proverbial monkeys in a room full of typewriters wrote.
As for the paternity issues, Cashill presents several possibilities in the absence of any proof. First, he raises doubt about Barack Obama, Sr., the Kenyan, fathering Ann Dunham's child. Cashill says the birthers are following the wrong story and overlooking the obvious reasons that records have disappeared and family and friends have been told to zip it when reporters and researchers come around. Of course, most of the primaries in this situation are dead. You know what they say about dead men and tales.
I'm not going re-tell all of the theories about who Obama's father is. I will say that if you look at pictures of Barack Obama, Sr., Ann Dunham, Frank Marshall Davis, and Barack Obama, Jr., side-by-side, there are amazing revelations. If you don't know who Frank Davis is, you'll need to do some research on your own.
And let me say that all this information that was new to me is all over the internet. I had no idea until I read Deconstructing Obama. I had never seen a picture of Obama's maternal grandfather, Stanley Dunham. Barack Obama, Jr., is the spitting image of his grandfather. Who finds out these things? Apparently thousands of bloggers and writers on the internet.
Another issue discussed in the book is the pictures of Obama's mother, Ann Dunham. The pictures show a nude woman who is attributed to be Ann Dunham by many people. Of course, this is denied and the pictures are reportedly of a 1950 pin-up girl named Marcy Moore (so says Snopes.com and others). I looked at the pictures of the nude and also of Marcy Moore, and I have to believe that these are pictures of Ann Dunham based on the similarity of other pictures of Ann Dunham. She has the notorious Dunham chin, and Marcy Moore really doesn't look that much like Ann Dunham, except that they both have dark, short hair.
Some of Cashill's theories have strong documentation. Some of his theories do not. All of these theories are predominant on the internet, just as much as the birther theories are. Quite a bit of band width and time are being spent on these topics. While our country is gurgling down the drain, we're spending time figuring out who is really the father of Barack Obama. And Barack Obama and his handlers are spending their time denying it and perpetuating the Structured Obama.
How much better off we all would be if Obama had just told the truth. I think we could handle it.