Skip to comments.EXCLUSIVE: OBAMA SEX PERV SCANDAL
Posted on 01/03/2009 7:30:49 PM PST by PghBaldy
The ENQUIRER exclusively reports a "sex pervert" was Sen. Barack Obama's longtime mentor and "father figure".
For seven years, the presidential candidate had a "father-son" relationship with Frank Marshall Davis, who has confessed to having sex with children, sadomasochism, bondage and practicing a wide array of deviant sexual activities.
In his 1995 memoir Dreams from My Father, Obama identifies his childhood mentor only as "Frank," but Obama insiders later confirmed he was referring to Davis, a journalist and poet who was a pal of Obama's maternal grandfather, Stanley Dunham.
Frank Marshall Davis admitted in his private papers that he had secretly authored a hard-core pornographic autobiography called Sex Rebel: Black, published in 1968....Davis confessed: "I could not truthfully deny that this book, which came out in 1968 as a Greenleaf Classic, was mine."
(Excerpt) Read more at nationalenquirer.com ...
Gotta be something to it... as the Enquirer IS MORE CREDIBLE Than the NY TImes ... so .. if it was in the TIMES, I’d say ..probably nothing to it.
I haven’t seen this version, although it has been mentioned in other posts.
Also relevant is Obama’s poem “Pop,” which I think refers to an evening spent with Davis when he was a small boy. It appeared in the Occidental College student paper, so he was unable to hush it up.
I notice that the press has assiduously avoided talking about this poem, although the NY Times did publish it back in May.
“as the Enquirer IS MORE CREDIBLE Than the NY TImes “
isn’t that a sign of the end times?
Well big Zero can’t sue the Enquirer for this, seems to me. Big Zero won’t show his BC.....
It must be a slow night when we post stories from the National Enquirer?
Give it up folks, posting this stuff makes Free Republic look nuts to outsiders and to the sane FReepers ...
No, But the truth always hurts!!!
"As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks."
Hmmm seems to me that the big 0 & Willy Clinton will get along just fine.
And we thought ole Billy boy came from a dysfunctional family ... .
Barack, called “Barry” as a child, was a mere ten year old when he first met the family friend who lead a secret double life.
Obama’s grandfather introduced Barry and Davis because he believed it would help his alienated grandson identify with being of mixed heritage because Barack’s mother, Ann, was a white American while his father, Barack Sr.black Kenyan.
Obama’s parents separated and then divorced when Barack was only 2. Ann remarried and took Barack to live with her and new husband Lolo Soetoro in Indonesia - but Barack was later sent to live with his white grandparents in Honolulu, Hawaii.
Hmmmmm why was he sent to live with his WHITE gandparents? Could it be mom was a tad unfit?
Barack describes how Frank Davis had a lasting effect on him and became a father figure over the seven years they knew one another on the tropical island.
In Dreams from My Father, Obama wrote: “He would read us poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with Gramps out of an emptied jelly jar.
“As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks.”
Obama described being counseled by Frank often and recalled drinking whiskey with him.
Lovely the black “messiah” is a closet pervert.
The Enquirer’s been known to break some credible stories.
The poems of O
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
Im sure hes unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but hes still telling
His joke, so I ask why
Hes so unhappy, to which he replies...
But I dont care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror Ive been saving; Im laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that Ive got on mine, and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shrink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; cause
I see my face, framed within
Pops black-framed glasses
And know hes laughing too.
Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.
This past election was DEPRESSING.
I wanted to believe I was watching the election n France or some other god forsaken place. Yes, I did the “right” thing and voted for McPain/Palin but with NO enthusiasm. It was just the lesser of two evils again.
Hmmmm...some Freeper on another thread predicted that all the Obama scandals would be broken by the Enquirer the way they did with John Edwards’ love child. This is a good start....
I know I’ve learned my lesson. I thought the whole Lewinski scandal was a foolish waste of time but that didn’t turn out to be nothing.
It’s too late.
THIS should have come out BEFORE the election.
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