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Posted on 08/02/2009 1:35:53 AM PDT by rxsidEdited on 08/06/2009 12:10:02 AM PDT by John Robinson. [history]
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It’s all gone too far imo, all I wanted to do was show the results of the research conducted by a group of freepers - and wanted to do that step by step, so that what we saw could be followed.
It was always meant to be a take-or-leave-it proposition. I was just the spokesperson for a dedicated bunch who spent a lot of time trying their best to find out what was behind it all, and wanted to remain anonymous. Some of the group were so nervous of being identified, they didn’t even want their compatriot freepers to know their screen-names. That’s the kind of atmosphere you are living in, if you haven’t noticed.
There are freepers too afraid to post here, who helped, who have asked me not to name them. I’ve kept who they are confidential. I earned their trust and intend to keep it that way.
This has to be my nth attempt, I’ve lost count. Whenever I get ten percent of the way, there he is, deliberately cutting me off and diverting attention. I absolutely refuse to tell the end of the story before the beginning. The trolls want to know the punchline. I’m insisting they listen to the joke. It’s that simple. What we gathered is supported by the sources we collected and I post as often as I can without being boring and repetitious.
I’m through. If the trolls want information they’ll just have to rely on articles in the MSM and the books written in an endless stream, the authors of which are not anonymous and need to be careful.
It’s disappointing to be cut off at the knees with every attempt, but that’s just the way it is. Why they do it beats me, the only reason that makes sense is that removing the myth of the mother from ‘Dreams’ terrifies them - and Bill Ayres has to be laughing of course.
You don’t mess with motherhood. It’s sacrosanct. She’s been implanted into the fairy-tale and getting her out of there would seem to be impossible.
Which is really amusing when you think of it...there’s no physical evidence of her presence in Hawaii, no one has ever come forward who saw her pregnant, the birth announcements don’t name her, no one can say they saw a genuine birth certificate, you never saw her graduation photograph on a full page of the Mercer Island yearbook, let alone an image of her with a full group of class of 1960 students, and there’s nothing from the U of HI to confirm anything other than there was an enrollment for Fall 1960, which you can’t be sure who it was for; the Ann S Obama in the Polk for 1961 just might turn out to be the student Ann Obama whom he met at the Russian Class - from whom he was later separated who returned to the Philippines.
And now we are down to picking at the carcass to try and find that girl in Hawaii by having Maraniss say that Kiri Tith knew her from other sources, other than the student gatherings, during which he does remember Ann or Anne, whose photograph shows her in the room with them all. It’s really too desperate an attempt to locate Stanley Ann Dunham in Hawaii for me to bother with. I can’t be sure, but isn’t that second hand or third hand hearsay?
Btw, accusing me of Alinksy tactics has to be the greatest joke of all. I’m nothing but a retired Australian person, who came to FR in 2003 as a result of my estimation that a certain ‘religion of peace’ was out to destroy us all, and I wanted to make it known that there was a biography of muhammad available on the web as a free download.
I wouldn’t have known Alinsky from a bar of soap.
And the first time I saw an image of zero on TV here in Oz, before he was ever a candidate, my stomach turned over.
Cross-posted to the Mal-Val Narrative thread:
Thanks for that, if I had thought of it, I would have done it myself. That thread you posted as a vanity contains much of the same material I have been posting here, so that’s twice the reader will see it. Good thinking.
As best I can tell, this is the last post I ever made to the person who started stalking me [prior to the post a couple of days ago when I advised him that I’d reported his compulsive behavior & requested relief from it]:
“Now youre calling me a liar. I am disgusted. You are not the person I thought you were. I had considered you a friend. Friends dont treat friends this way.”
128 posted on Friday, June 15, 2012 2:42:39 AM by Fantasywriter
Notice (1) the post is from almost a yr ago, & (2) I wrote that I had in the past considered him a friend. In fact, when he was banned I spearheaded the effort to request JR to reinstate him. [& he’s been repaying my kindness & loyalty ever since.] So it’s hardly odd that he is turning up posts from a long time ago when I did indeed talk back & forth w him. Then he turned on me out of the blue & called me a liar. I stopped responding to him on the spot, & he’s been dogging me & insulting me ever since.
I really hope now that he will just let it go & LEAVE ME ALONE. I’m sick & tired of the whole thing. It’s way past time to move on.
But an obsession is an obsession, & unfortunately it doesn’t look like this one is going away.
I do feel your frustration. You have, above all others, survived the countless attacks that only the outspoken can testify to what that has been like. If you disagree then click on this thread title and start reading from comment 1. There are few people here that have read every comment let alone participated in the massive amount of research that has gone into this thread.
I can say I have read every post, as have Fred.
I can say I have spent countless hours of research, as has Fred.
I can say that we have stuck it out for that last five years and I can only say that we keep up the fight for the truth until we find it.
I personally want to thank you FN for all you all done and for all that you have inspired. You would make a great American....
Thanks. We haven’t completed our task, we’re just taking the work off the page where it provides a target. Sorry, site pests made it impossible to continue.
Thanks to you both, and now let’s all get back to work. We still have some hurdles to clear to make sure the light doesn’t go out in Lady Liberty’s Lamp.
The warring parties are going to end up getting this thread locked or pulled and maybe a few people suspended or banned. Advise again that you ALL play nicely or get lost!!
You are a hero.
Thank you for the work you and others have done.
May it not be in vain, and I’m sure it will not be.
Thanks for the reality check and the gut witness.
Thanks very much to both of you.
My words cannot express my gratitude towards your and the other researchers dedication to truth. There is no higher goal than truth.
Maraniss Bio Deepens Obama Birth Mystery
By Jack Cashill
David Maraniss has no use for “birthers.” In a recent interview, he dismissed their beliefs as “preposterous” and wonders why they cling to them, since “every fact and document leads in another direction.”
Yet the one core belief that has united the birther community — if there be such a thing — is that Obama dissembled when he talked at both the 2004 and 2008 Democratic Conventions about his parents’ “improbable love” and “abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation.”
Birthers have known for years that there was no Obama family, that the couple never lived together, that Obama campaigned on a lie, and that the major media covered for him every step of the way. This, ironically, Maraniss confirms in Barack Obama: The Story, a book that has to be parsed as carefully as the Talmud or Finnegan’s Wake to be made sense of. Despite his slam on birthers, the facts herein will come as more of a shock to the Obama faithful than to those who have questioned the official birth narrative.
“In the college life of Barack Obama [Senior] in 1961 and 1962,” writes Maraniss, “as recounted by his friends and acquaintances in Honolulu, there was no Ann; there was no baby.” Although Maraniss talked to many of Obama Sr.’s friends, none of the credible ones ever so much as saw him with Obama’s mother, Ann Dunham.
One Obama friend, a Cambodian named Kiri Tith, knew the senior Obama “very well.” He had also met Ann through a different channel. “But he had no idea,” writes Maraniss, “that Ann knew Obama, let alone got hapai (pregnant) by him, married him, and had a son with him.”
Having established the facts, Maraniss turns protective. He refuses to explore the implications of his own reporting. The most consequential is that Obama grounded his 2008 campaign — his very persona, for that matter — on a family story that was pure fraud. Lyndon Johnson’s masterful biographer, Robert Caro, would never let his subject walk away from such a lie unscathed.
The casual reader of the Maraniss book is left with the impression that Ann and Obama had a one-night stand that they both regretted, but that they consented to marriage because that is what people did back in 1961. The more informed reader wonders whether Barack Obama, Sr. was fronting for the real father, the best candidate being Obama’s future mentor, Frank Marshall Davis. Maraniss opens the door on both possibilities but fails to even peek through.
As to the presumed February 1961 wedding, the usually thorough Maraniss offers no detail at all. His endnotes say only this: “Marriage facts recorded in divorce records.” To be sure, Ann and Obama claimed a wedding. It suited both their purposes: Obama to extend his visa, and Dunham to legitimize her baby with a black husband.
As to the divorce, Dunham at the time was desperately trying to keep her future husband Lolo Soetoro in the country. The INS believed her to be married to Obama. Even if she were not married, a divorce would have been useful to clear the way for a marriage to Soetoro. Maraniss explains none of this.
Like all other mainstream biographers of the Obama family, Maraniss tells us not a single word about Ann’s life in the six months between the February wedding and Obama’s August 1961 birth. Given the controversy surrounding Obama’s place of birth, Maraniss should have commented on a void of this duration, and he knows it.
Later, when discussing Obama’s murky New York years, he opines, “Nothing is so tempting for conspiracy theorists as what appears to be a hole in a life.” Maraniss attempts to flesh out the New York years. He makes no effort to fill this critical hole in Ann’s life.
On the subject of the birth, the usually voluble Maraniss is as tight-lipped as he is on the wedding. He reports that Obama was born at 7:24 in the evening of August 4, 1961 at Kapi’olani Hospital. As reference, he cites “State of Hawaii Certificate of Live Birth,” presumably the unverified document posted online last April.
In the way of confirmation, Maraniss offers only one story — an elaborate one that he takes two pages to tell. It comes down to this: a woman is having lunch shortly after Obama’s birth with an OB/GYN, who tells her, “Stanley had a baby. Now that’s something to write home about.”
The woman, Barbara Czurles-Nelson, has been telling this story for several years. Maraniss adds the clarification that the doctor in question was not the one who delivered the baby, as first reported, but someone who had heard the “Stanley” anecdote on the grapevine.
One serious flaw in Maraniss’s reporting is that he gives too much credence to obviously inflated memories. A glaring example, one that has been cited often as fact, is of the paper Obama allegedly wrote as a schoolboy in Indonesia in which he said, “Someday I want to be president.”
Maraniss quotes the entire, seemingly impressive paper, both in English and in the Indonesian language, Bahasa. He then adds, “The paper no longer exists, though [the teacher’s] memory is precise and there is no reason not to trust it.” No, David, there is every reason not to trust it.
Czurles-Nelson also remembers her story much too well. In the gratuitously lengthy account of the “Stanley” anecdote, the reader learns, for instance, that 50 years earlier, Czurles-Nelson and the doctor were sitting “near the lunch buffet.” This is the kind of confirming detail Maraniss likes to provide.
All the stranger, then, is his failure to provide a single shred of information regarding the circumstances surrounding Obama’s birth. The reader has no idea who took Ann to the hospital, who delivered her baby, who took her home, or even where “home” was.
Maraniss hints at where home was not — namely, the residence her parents shared with the Pratt family at 6085 Kalanianole Highway, the address listed on the birth certificate. As Maraniss relates, the Pratt daughter, then an adolescent, “has no memory of the Dunhams’ daughter bringing an infant home.” He adds, “[Ann] and Obama and the infant never lived [at 6085 Kalanianole].”
Indeed, the young family never lived together, and this Maraniss concedes. “Within a month of the day Barry came home from the hospital,” he writes, “he and his mother were long gone from Honolulu, back on the mainland ... .” They had decamped for Seattle, where they would live for the next year.
Maraniss interviewed not a single person who saw the newborn in Hawaii. It is likely that Obama Sr. never saw young Barry. Barry Obama’s first sighting was in Seattle. Maraniss tells us nothing about how Ann and the baby got there.
In the blogosphere, these revelations do not comes as news. In the mainstream media, however, they must stun. In their respective biographies of Obama and his family, all published 2010 or later, the New Yorker’s David Remnick, the Boston Globe’s Sally Jacobs, and the New York Times’s Janny Scott and Jodi Kantor each consciously skirted the facts to sustain the illusion of a functioning Obama family. More troubling, conservative writer Dinesh D’Souza did the same in his disingenuous 2010 bestseller, The Roots of Obama’s Rage.
As recently as Father’s Day 2012, Obama was telling America’s schoolchildren that his father “left when I was two years old.” The media let him get away with it. Is it any wonder that birthers don’t take their criticisms too seriously?
Maraniss debunks this fraudulent birth narrative much too quietly. Perhaps he feels guilty about contributing to it himself. He wrote a 10,000-word Obama bio for the Washington Post in August 2008, and he made a total botch out of the birth narrative. Had he gotten the story straight then, he might have turned the election.
Read more: http://www.americanthinker.com/2012/06/maraniss_bio_deepens_obama_birth_mystery.html#ixzz2RHqU3FbB
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As per the article in my previous comment:
Maraniss hints at where home was not namely, the residence her parents shared with the Pratt family at 6085 Kalanianole Highway, the address listed on the birth certificate. As Maraniss relates, the Pratt daughter, then an adolescent, has no memory of the Dunhams daughter bringing an infant home. He adds, [Ann] and Obama and the infant never lived [at 6085 Kalanianole].
But he persists in referring to 'her' as Ann. The name of the Dunham's daughter wasn't Ann, it was Stanley Ann Dunham. And Stanley Ann Dunham doesn't show up in Hawaii until 1963.
Sending a pic labled barack and his stepfather.