Sorry, I just can’t stop saying it:
Soebarkah.
Makes me laugh.
But then I thought about it and I truly feel sorry for the guy.
Father ran to Harvard and Kenya without ( I believe) ever living a day with his “son”.
Mom, named Stanley, pregnant at 17 and giving birth soon after, somewhere, now has a half-African child by herself in Hawaii, remarries at 23 or so to a second Muslim in her life, off to Indonesia,
agrees to rename her already oddly name son with a new Indonesian name, sticks him in Muslim religious school there, he learns the Arabic call to prayer perfectly, must be an Indonesian to attend school (reportedly Immigration and the regular Police check on this once every two weeks);
... then she ships him back to Hawaii for Frank Marshall Davis to raise, so he can visit red light bars in the worst part of town at age 13 or 14, and learn how to drink whiskey out of old jam jars, do a little blow;
I guess I shouldn’t be laughing at him.
Maybe anyone abandoned by their family like this and raised by elderly perverts would end up like him too.
Who knows?
except during a one year period, shortly after “the One” was born, barry and his mommy lived in washington state while she was attending the U of W. (without supposed baby-daddy)
There are a million stories out there just like this and none of them have been elected to be president. He’s totally dysfunctional and warped.