September 29, 2016,
His mother was born in Kansas. His father hailed from Kenya. These star-crossed lovers met in a Russian Language class at the University of Hawaii in 1960. A year later, he was born on August 4, 1961. Even today, his origin of birth remains a topic of national concern. In fact, the subject of his birth certificate was recently raised by the NBC moderator, Lester Holt, during the presidential debate on September 26, 2016. This, in turn, fomented a very heated discussion between the presidential candidates: Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.
His origin of birth was first challenged during the primaries for the 2008 presidential election by his then opponent, Hillary Clinton. The controversy was later claimed to be settled upon the release of his long-form birth certificate in 2011. However, many today still claim his long-form birth certificate is a fake. Multiple electronic document experts currently contend the document uploaded by the White House is not a scanned version of the original long-form, paper birth certificate. It is instead, a “nine-layered” document with many electronically added overlays proving it to be assembled digitally as opposed to being an exact copy of the original.
Another claim proposed by some is that the British National Archives have indisputable documentation showing “his” father did indeed, have a child born in Kenya in 1961; and the literary agency, Acton & Dystel, once described him in their promotional materials as: “Born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia and Hawaii.” There are still others who claim his selective service card bears a number that proves it was issued in 2008 and there are at least five Social Security numbers associated with his name for people who lived at previous addresses known to have been his. But, at this point, what difference does it make? Besides Snopes says these are all lies and even Wikipedia claims these are just conspiracy theories anyway.
So let’s just stick to what we know. In 1979, he moved to Los Angeles to study at Occidental College under the name of Barry Soetoro. He later transferred to the home of Cloward and Piven: Columbia University in New York. Ironically, in 2008, the Wall Street Journal reported that 400 random Columbia classmates from his class of 1983 claimed to have never met him. In fact, within the same Wall Street Journal article, the following questions were also raised:
Why not release his Columbia transcript? Why has his senior essay gone missing?
Furthermore, the 2008 Libertarian Party vice-presidential candidate, Wayne Allyn Root, in an article written on August 6, 2012, questioned “his” attendance at Columbia University. This is very interesting considering Root was also one of Columbia University’s 700 graduating students in 1983 and was in the Political Science department of which had only 150 graduating students that year. How is it that, out of only 150 students all attending similar classes at the same time, not one can remember such an eloquent and charismatic smooth operator now? Not even one? Moreover, in October 2007, the New York Times ran a piece about “him”. In this article it comments regarding his:
declined repeated requests to talk about his New York years, release his Columbia transcript or identify even a single fellow student, co-worker, roommate or friend from those years.
Even at Harvard law school, where he later attended, he has not said much regarding his years there. Only that he attended Harvard and was elected president of the Harvard Law Review. Furthermore, Matthew Franck, a writer for the National Review Online, has stated that a search of the online database of law journals turns up exactly nothing credited to “him” in “any law review anywhere at any time”.
The aforementioned and perennially curious classmate, Wayne Allyn Root, has also posed the following question:
How did he pay for all these fancy schools without coming from a wealthy background?
Well, that really doesn’t matter now either, does it?
He was smart enough to write a book where he identified the “Muslim call to prayer” as one of the “prettiest sounds on earth”. He was smart enough to become a community organizer in Chicago and brave enough to live right next door to a notorious domestic terrorist and he was humble enough to attend the church of a sweet and devoted Christian man of the cloth. He was smart enough to win a seat in the United States Senate and, in the year 2007, to become known as its most liberal senator . And, in 2008, he was smart enough to serve as a walking, talking Rorschach Test to a majority of Americans who voted for him to become their president.
In truth, he was not elected because of his legislative record, because no one knew what that was. He was not elected because of his extensive foreign policy knowledge or his vast political experience. He had none. He was not elected based upon of the content of his character. No, he was the first presidential candidate ever, in the entire history of the United States, to have been elected president because of the color of his skin.
It wasn’t long before this charismatic, mysterious and idealistic visionary successfully coopted one-sixth of the American economy by nationalizing the healthcare system. In 2009, The Affordable Healthcare Act was passed with the cynical application of blatant lies to the American people and strict party line voting without one Republican vote in either the Senate or House of Representatives. It’s a wonder there was any opposition at all, because he did promise: “If you like your health plan you can keep your health plan”. Besides, what family wouldn’t want to save an extra $2,500 on their health insurance premiums?
But there’s more. He is the first President to require American citizens to purchase a product from a third party under the threat of financial penalty. The national debt has doubled under his administration. He spoke on national television regarding the carnage at the U.S Embassy in Benghazi, Libya, on the eleventh anniversary of 911, and said it was caused by a video on YouTube. He later violated the War Powers Act during his 2011 military intervention in Libya without congressional approval and he created an imaginary red line in the sands of Syria as a red flag in order to start a war under false circumstances. And, let’s not forget how he was against gay marriage before he became its advocate.
In less than eight years, he has achieved many other notable accomplishments including: the Fast and Furious scandal, NSA overreach, the IRS scandal, veteran death panels and illicit prisoner trades with America’s sworn enemies. He has appointed radical, left wing, anarchist czars to replace elected officials in his administration and his closest advisor just happens to have been born in Shiraz, Iran.
He is the first president to have openly pursued the bankruptcy of the American coal industry while simultaneously fighting to not only allow, but increase Iran’s capabilities for uranium enrichment.
He bows to foreign leaders abroad and issues presidential orders via executive fiat at home. And, most recently, he acted to deny justice to the families who lost loved ones on 911 by preventing them from suing the Saudi Arabian Government for its complicity. Not surprisingly, his presidential veto was overruled in the Senate by a vote of 99 to 1 and with a 77% majority in House of Representatives this past week.
If there ever was a verifiable Manchurian Candidate, would the ensuing national destruction be identified much differently than what we have witnessed over the last eight years? Yet we must not speak of such things. Instead, we must quietly bear his consequences rather than risk being labeled a racist. For racism is the unforgivable, and unredeemable, sin.
So let us speak no more of the dusky one. This man of shadows. This man of many names. The one for hope and change. The man for our times.
His presidency represents the dying light of day before the setting sun; the fall season before winter comes. His legacy will resonate into the coming age like the sounds of autumn leaves rustling in an open doorway. The seasons turn, the days bring change and most care not the reason. Revolutions rise and revolutions fade; we reap what has been sown and in the end, ill-fated winds blow. For most, they will never know the reasons for the season. But for those that do, they can sense it as it wafts foul upon the evening air. It smells like treason.