Posted on 10/09/2008 6:53:19 AM PDT by Velveeta
Barack Hussein 0bama in his own words. From the Audacity of Hope, pages 19 and 20.
I’ve always felt a curious relationship to the sixties.
In a sense, I’m a pure product of that era: As the child of a mixed marriage, my life would have been impossible, my opportunities entirely foreclosed, without the social upheavals that were then taking place. But I was too young at the time to fully grasp the nature of those changes, too removed—living as I did in Hawaii and Indonesia—to see the fallout on America’s psyche. Much of what I absorbed from the sixties was filtered through my mother, who to the end of her life would proudly proclaim herself an unreconstructed liberal. The civil rights movement, in particular, inspired her reverence; whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would drill into me the values that she saw there: tolerance, equality, standing up for the disadvantaged.
In many ways, though, my mother’s understanding of the sixties was limited, both by distance (she had left the mainland of the United States in 1960) and by her incorrigible, sweet-natured romanticism.
Intellectually she might have tried to understand Black Power or SDS or those women friends of hers who had stopped shaving their legs, but the anger, the oppositional spirit, just wasn’t in her. Emotionally her liberalism would always remain of a decidedly pre-1967 vintage, her heart a time capsule filled with images of the space program, the Peace Corps and Freedom Rides, Mahalia Jackson and Joan Baez.
***It was only as I got older, then, during the seventies, that I came to appreciate the degree to which—for those who had experienced more directly some of the sixties’ seminal events—things must have seemed to be spinning out of control.***
Partly I understood this through the grumblings of my maternal grandparents, longtime Democrats who would admit that they’d voted for Nixon in 1968, an act of betrayal that my mother never let them live down.
***Mainly my understanding of the sixties came as a result of my own investigations, as my adolescent rebellion sought justification in the political and cultural changes that by then had already begun to ebb. In my teens, I became fascinated with the Dionysian, up-for-grabs quality of the era, and through books, film, and music, I soaked in a vision of the sixties very different from the one my mother talked about: images of Huey Newton, the ’68 Democratic National Convention, the Saigon airlift, and the Stones at Altamont. If I had no immediate reasons to pursue revolution, I decided nevertheless that in style and attitude I, too, could be a rebel, unconstrained by the received wisdom of the over-thirty crowd.***
Nothing worse than a liar in my eyes, except a blatant liar.
0bama could not have "investigated" the '68 Democratic National Convention in Chicago without having learned the names "Bernardine Dohrn" and "Billy Ayers".
I'm convinced now, based on 0bama's own "investigations", that 0bama sought out Dohrn and Ayers even moving to their neighborhood in Chicago.
Notice how early in his book (pages 19 and 20) 0bama tips his hat in respect to "the" 60s radicals.
Ping
That William Ayers is a good writer, isn’t he?
LOL... and a superb mentor!
"I’ve always felt a curious relationship to the sixties. In a sense, I’m a pure product of that era..."
That much is true. But this is another dissociative fantasy, how he was part of the '60s. Just like his Dad was good buddies with JFK who brought him to study in America. Now he's partying with the Stones at Altamont even though he was about 7 years old:
"Mainly my understanding of the sixties came as a result of my own investigations, as my adolescent rebellion sought justification in the political and cultural changes that by then had already begun to ebb. In my teens, I became fascinated with the Dionysian, up-for-grabs quality of the era, and through books, film, and music, I soaked in a vision of the sixties very different from the one my mother talked about: images of Huey Newton, the ’68 Democratic National Convention, the Saigon airlift, and the Stones at Altamont."
And this could be the next president? A young man who struggled with anger at whites, whose mentors were Saul Alinsky, Frank Marshall Davis, William Ayers, and Rev. Wright???
Growing up in Chicago in the 60s and being one year older than 0bama, I’ve never forgotten the names “Billy Ayers” and “Bernardine Dohrn”.
It’s impossible to have “investigated” the ‘68 Democratic Convention and not learned about the 2 most infamous punks involved in the upheaval.
Funny, to this day I remember that Bernardine’s name was often misspelled. It’s Bernard...ine, with a second ‘r’ before the ‘d’. I clearly recall that being the first time I had ever heard that unusual name.
I also clearly recall the panic and fear of the times as a result of those filthy disgusting commies. Communists with a little “c” as Billy Ayers likes to call himself.
Yes, nice little hat-tip to himself right in the first few pages.
Indeed, they’ve been told they’re entitled.
With the backing of the Chicago Machine, I fear that he will be.
I NEVER thought I'd say this: I miss Hillary.
I’m just a few years younger than Barrack, but we both grew up at about the same time. It’s funny how I have a totally different take on all of that stuff. My inspiration was Reagan, not the Stones at Altamont where someone got knifed and killed.
I find it curious that his mother would be angry at his grandparents because they voted for Nixon in 68. It appears to me that his grandparents were/are most likely FDR democrats. Of course they would vote for Nixon! They loved their country, unlike all of the hippies who hated America.
I get a good chuckle out of some of the hippie’s icons. One is Jack Kerouac who was the father of the beatnick movement. He actually turned out to be a conservative who supported the Viet Nam war! It must really burn them up about another of their icons, Dennis Hopper. He has renounced his liberal past, admitted he was wrong about a lot of things and is a big George Bush supporter. Hey Obama, go get some advice from Dennis Hopper.
McCain has not found the fire in the belly or the speaking moments to close the sale. He should be ALL OVER this guy countering every lie, every BS con policy boondoggle he has proposed which will bankrupt the country.
As O'Reilly suggested last night he should have appointed Romney as his Secretary of the Treasury and Giuliani as Attorney General to be out there on the stump making speeches. They have to stop Obama before the country is destroyed by these insane socialist policies.
I soaked in a vision of the sixties very different from the one my mother talked about: images of Huey Newton, the ’68 Democratic National Convention, the Saigon airlift, and the Stones at Altamont
Wasn't the Siagon Airlift in 1975? Like, April 30th, 1975?
His memories of his memories are even wrong.
And, if *my* memory served, wasn't someone (or several) people killed by Hell's Angels at Altamont? Wow, Barakck, yeah, great vibe.
So, while Barack has fantastic dreams about what the late 60s (and apparently the 70s) were like, John McCain was in a dirty cell being tortured by people who were represented in the US by the people Barack glorifies most.
Wow...What a contrast.
“That William Ayers is a good writer, isn’t he?”
That was my thought too....particularly when I read the following: “I decided nevertheless that in style and attitude I, too, could be a rebel, unconstrained by the received wisdom of the over-thirty crowd.”
The very disdain for the over-thirty crowd was rampant in that time period. It sounds MUCH more like it was written by someone who was there at that time.
My inspiration was Reagan as well. I worked on his campaign as a volunteer, a deep source of pride.
There’s still time. McCain needs a pitbull injection - enough with the “Mr. I like to cross the aisle” persona.
As governor of California, Reagan had a good line about the hippies. Something about how they look like Tarzan, walk like Jane and smell like Cheetah.
Testosterone, HGH, and Dexedrine. Fast.
And let’s not forget 0bama’s other idol: Huey Newton, founder of the Black Panthers and cop killer.
There. That's better.
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