Posted on 03/08/2014 6:07:03 AM PST by Flotsam_Jetsome
So when did Ann's and Obama Sr.'s "whatever happened happened fast" wedding happen? For no apparent reason, confusion abounds among Obama's biographers over the wedding date:
1. Dreams claims that Ann and Obama Sr. were in married "in 1960"; similarly, Mendell's 2007 book claims that the couple were married "sometime in late 1960" when they "slipped off alone to the island of Maui"; and both Obamaland (2008) by Ron Jacobs (with contributor David Maraniss) and a 2007 Washington Post article claim that the two were married "late in 1960."
2. A 2007 Chicago Tribune article vaguely claims that Ann and Obama Sr. were married "six months before" Barack's birth on Aug 4, 1961 -- or, in other words, sometime in early 1961.
3. An April 2008 Time article by Amanda Ripley, as does Maraniss's August 2008 article, gives a specific date of February 2, 1961 for the wedding, apparently based on Ann's and Obama Sr.'s 1964 divorce records – mysteriously appearing on the web. But since fake documents have been known to appear on the web, Obama's biographers, Ripley and Maraniss, might want to verify the 1964 divorce documents – especially since a Feb. 2, 1961 marriage date for "Ann and Obama Sr." wasn't reported in any Honolulu Advertiser or Honolulu Star-Bulletin marriage lists from February 1961. Take the February 8, 1961 Star-Bulletin, which listed eighteen marriages from Feb. 3, Feb. 4, and Feb. 6, and no Feb. 2 marriages, and the February 7, 1961 Advertiser, which listed eleven marriages from Feb. 2 to 4, including two Feb. 2 marriages.
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I would be finding all the Ann’s that went to U of H.
Those are the candidates for being the “wife that went to the Philippines “.
Those are the candidates for being the “Mrs Obama” that shows up in the Seattle Polk.
Its a wider search.
For the last names NOT dunham or obama; there is a chance that the Philippines lady didn’t change her name and thus we find her last name and see if she can be traced.
These are the things left un- researched.
Since, as has been mentioned by someone other than me upthread, there were more than one “Ann”.
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a) at one time I didn’t post much... now, since an unknown usurper has taken over the country, I post much more.
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Ok, go for it. Everything you mention now has been covered five years ago. I don’t know anyone who has the time to bring you up to date.
You need to read through some of the original threads.
The ANNE/USA named in the caption at the Nachmanoffs was identified as a Japanese student by Kiri Tith.
And I’ve told you that several times.
I remember that thread.
And all the others.
Since 2000.
One of the things I am looking for is the maiden name of the “Mrs Ann Obama, studt” that is in the Seattle Polk directory, by looking to see if there were any OTHER “Ann, studt’s” in honolulu Polk directory.
ANY other Ann’s, whether or not the last name was Dunham, Obama, Niamoto, or whatever.
Wider search.
Trying to get the info from the library, before asking the Washington university about it.
Assume you mean back in the ‘60s? I’ll ask around.
That's what I meant by your slogan. You didn't sign up in 1957, did you?
I'll grant you this much. You seem to have finally woken up at that Ann S Obama isn't necessarilly Stanley Ann Dunham, and heaven only knows who ANNA OBAMA was.
But it was important enough to confuse the issue and blend their names into one person, as Ayres did in that chapter in 'Dreams' in which her father and mother and the kenyan call her by the names ANN and ANNA and call Madelyn TOOT, all in the weirdest converation I have ever read in my life. Ayres had to resort to a writers contrivence (composite characters) to present FOUR people as ONE.
ANN S OBAMA.ANNA OBAMA. STANLEY ANN DUNHAM. ANNA TOOT.
And what about the letter the kenyan wrote home to his father, to tell him he had married a woman named ANNA TOOT?
They hung that name on Madelyn! With the excuse that when zero was born she thought she was too young to be called granny, so they called her TOOT! It all fell through when it became obvious his bc was a fake and she coulnd't have seen her 'grandson' until his nanny showed up in 1963.
Ayres is laughing. He knows, if he can get people to believe that BS, they will believe anything. The book was written in 1995. The 'conversation' took place before zero was born...so that's 35 years after the 'event' and he's telling it word for word as it happened...
I'll post it again later. Meanwhile, you might as well stop making suggestions as to what others should do, it gets you nowhere. This doesn't need cheerleaders, you need to provide some new information. Go and find Anna.
STANLEY ANN DUNHAM. ANN. ANNA. TOOT.
At the time of his death, my father remained a myth to me, both more and less than a man. He had left Hawaii back in 1963, when I was only two years old, so that as a child I knew him only through the stories that my mother and grandparents told. They all had their favorites, each one seamless, burnished smooth from repeated use. I can still picture Gramps leaning back in his old stuffed chair after dinner, sipping whiskey and cleaning his teeth with the cellophane from his cigarette pack, recounting the time when my father almost threw a man off the Pali Lookout because of a pipe. …
“See, your mom and dad decided to take this friend of his sightseeing around the island. So they drove up to the Lookout, and Barack was probably on the wrong side of the road the whole way over there—“ “Your father was a terrible driver,” my mother explains to me. “He’d end up on the left-hand side, the way the British drive, and if you said something he’d just huff about silly American rules—“
“Well, this particular time they arrived in one piece, and they got out and stood at the railing to admire the view. And Barack, he was puffing away on this pipe that I’d given him for his birthday, pointing out all the sights with the stem, like a sea captain—“
“Your father was really proud of this pipe,” my mother interrupts again. “He’d smoke it all night while he studied, and sometimes—“
“Look, Ann, do you want to tell the story or are you going to let me finish?”
“Sorry, Dad. Go ahead.”
“Anyway, this poor fella—he was another African students, wasn’t he? Fresh off the boat. This poor kid must’ve been impressed with the way Barack was holding forth with this pipe, ‘cause he asked if he could give it a try. Your dad thought about it for a minute, and finally agreed, and as soon as the fella took his first puff, he started coughing up a fit. Coughed so hard that the pipe slipped out of his hand and dropped over the railing, a hundred feet down the face of the cliff.”
Gramps stops to take another nip from his flask before continuing. “Well, now, your dad was gracious enough to wait until his friend stopped coughing before he told him to climb over the railing and bring the pipe back. The man took one peek down the ninety-degree incline and told Barack that he’d buy him a replacement—“
“Quite sensibly,” Toot says from the kitchen. (We call my grandmother Tutu, Toot for short; it means “grandparent” in Hawaiian, for she decided on the day I was born that she was still too young to be called Granny.) Gramps scowls but decides to ignore her.
“—but Barack was adamant[8] about getting his pipe back, because it was a gift and couldn’t be replaced. So the fella took another look, and shook his head again, and that’s when your dad picked him clear off the ground and started dangling him over the railing!”
Gramps lets out a hoot and gives his knee a jovial slap. As he laughs, I imagine myself looking up at my father, dark against the brilliant sun, the transgressor’s arms flailing about as he’s held aloft. A fearsome vision of justice.
“He wasn’t really holding him over the railing, Dad,” my mother says, looking to me with concern, but Gramps takes another sip of whiskey and plows forward. “At this point, other people were starting to stare and your mother was begging Barack to stop. I guess Barack’s friend was just holding his breath and saying his prayers. Anyway, after a couple of minutes, your dad set the man back down on his feet, patted him on the back, and suggested, calm as you please, that they all go find themselves a beer. And don’t you know, that’s how your dad acted for the rest of the tour—like nothing happened. Of course, your mother was still pretty upset when they got home. In fact, she was barely talking to your dad. Barack wasn’t helping matters any, either ‘cause when your mother tried to tell us what had happened he just shook his head and started to laugh. ‘Relax, Anna,’ he said. ‘I only wanted to teach the chap a lesson about the proper care of other people’s property!’”
Gramps would start to laugh again until he started to cough, and Toot would mutter under her breath that she supposed it was a good thing that my father had realized that dropping the pipe had just been an accident because who knows what might have happened otherwise, and my mother would roll her eyes at me and say they were exaggerating.
“Your father can be a bit domineering,” my mother would admit with a hint of a smile. “But it’s just that he’s basically a very honest person. That makes him uncompromising sometimes.”
Sorry that I’m not totally up to speed here. I feel 75% more informed on the mysteries of the Obama Dunham family than the average American but I don’t know everything. Sorry.
Google is your friend. All I had to do to show you the address as it appeared in the Honolulu Polk is enter the keywords ‘Ann S Omaba address Hawaii’ and there it was on Google Images.
Try Dunham address Hawaii Polk and you get this article:
http://www.wnd.com/2009/08/107337/
No need to trust your memory if you use Google.
Please tell me what this supposed truth is. I’ve been reading these threads for years and I did think that Stanley Ann was the daughter of the dunhams and did know Barack Obama sr in school, and gramps was a fellow traveler along with FMD, and that someone knocked up Stanley Ann, and she went to an unwed mothers home in Canada, probably to give the black baby up for adoption, but decided at the last minute to keep him. Then spent the rest of his life dumping him on grandma. Stupid me even thought those nudie pics were mama Obama.
What am I missing?
Wow, I didn’t realize ayers did all this. I always thought he was the one who told Obama, don’t worry that you aren’t really a citizen. After all, Ayers was on record saying getting new identities was as easy as pie. And it sure was, for Obama. His proof of identity to the American people, his BOSS, was as phony as if I went to the airport with a passport I made out of crayons. But this is really clever, getting the cover names all mixed in just a few short lines. Ayers can write, gotta give him that, the terrorist.
No, I knew mama and Obama were never together. Other than possibly conceiving him, not sure on that, I don’t think they were ever much of a unit. I knew they didn’t live at that address.
But I hadn’t known until today that the dunhams had. I thought it was just a phony address put in there by granny to make her daughter look slightly respectable.
I still don’t understand the divorce documents. I never believed they married. If they did, it was a rush rush Maui witch doctor thing JUST TO PLEASE GRANNY.
Mob, union, RATs...it's all the same thing.
You’re not missing anything, that’s the entire enchilada served up for consumption by ‘Dreams’ and when that started to fall apart, the obots got busy and filled in the cracks. In other words, it’s about as useful as a chinese dictionary to a hottentot.
The images of the model who posed for the erotic magazines date back to 1958, and have nothing to do with either Frank or Stanley Ann Dunham. And it’s never been shown that Stanley Armour ever knew Frank Marshall Davis.
In other words, it’s all bunkum. You’re not supposed to know anything about him. That’s why all his records are sealed, and why that fairy tale was written.
Yes, he writes well. And he’s cunning. He made a statement a long time ago...he said, ‘one day we will have the presidency’
and it looks like he’s got it.
You’re too sweet to get a handle on it. This is not a situation in which anyone acted out of shame or to please convention.
And there lies the crux of the problem. It’s like looking for something you lost in a location because that’s where the light is better.
It’s not there. It’s in a deep, dark recess somewhere.
REPOSTING:
WHY CHICAGO? THE HOME OF MARXISM-LENINISM IN THE US.
Crossposting fyi:
DISCOVER THE NETWORKS
EXCERPT:
...Axelrod graduated from New York’s Stuyvesant High School in June 1972 and enrolled, that fall, at the University of Chicago, where he majored in political science and wrote for the student newspaper. In late 1973 or early 1974, he secured a job as a political columnist for the Hyde Park Herald, a local weekly newspaper. His work at the Herald caught the attention of two particularly noteworthy individuals, David Canter and Don Rose:
David Canter (1923-2004) was the son of Harry Jacob Canter, a lifelong communist who: served as secretary of the Boston Communist Party; ran for governor of Massachusetts on the Communist Party ticket in 1930; earned a special invitation to Joseph Stalin’s USSR in 1932; worked in Moscow as an official translator of Lenin’s writings; and later taught at the Abraham Lincoln School, an infamous Chicago-based front that indoctrinated students in the teachings of Marx and Lenin. Like his father, David Canter was also a lifelong communist. He was educated in Stalin’s Soviet Union from 1932-37, before returning with his family to the United States. He later became an attorney and developed ties to the National Lawyers Guild. In the Guide to Subversive Organizations and Publications, an exhaustive Congressional analysis compiled between 1955 and 1968, Canter’s name appeared 25 times. On July 12, 1962, Canter was subpoenaed to testify before the House Committee on Un-American Activities (HUAC), where he was questioned about the agendas of Translation World Publishers, the pro-Soviet, Soviet-subsidized publishing house he had co-created with LeRoy Wolins, a well-known communist. Canter refused to answer any HUAC questions about his past or present membership in the Communist Party USA (CPUSA). Canter’s associate, Don Rose (who is still alive), was never proven to be a CPUSA member. He was, however, a member of the National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam, an organization replete with communists and Sixties radicals. He also belonged to the Alliance to End Repression (a suspected Communist Party front), and he did some press work for the Students for a Democratic Society. In the 1960s, Rose and Canter collaborated to establish a far-left, pro-communist community newspaper called Hyde Park-Kenwood Voices, which echoed CPUSA propaganda. Soon after meeting Axelrod, Canter and Rose became mentors to the young man and helped shape his political development.
And during this time, from just after WW2 until he retired in the mid 90’s, Charles T Payne, the brother of Madelyn Dunham was Deputy Director of the Library at the University of Chicago and lived in Hyde Park.
In the seventies, his wife Melanie was on a committee with the wife of David Axelrod.
954 posted on Monday, 24 February 2014 5:02:13 PM by Fred Nerks
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FRANK MARSHALL DAVIS
Active in all arenas of Chicago’s bourgeoning Black cultural scene, Davis was one of the founding members of the late-1930s South Side Writers’ Group associated with Richard Wright, as well as a prominent participant in events organized by the South Side Community Art Center and the Abraham Lincoln School throughout the 1940s. Davis frequently gave public lectures on subjects ranging from the political and social status of African Americans to the history of jazz[2].
And Richard Wright accompanied MalcolmX to the Bandung Conference in 1955, hosted by Sukarno, in Jakarta, Indonesia.
955 posted on Monday, 24 February 2014 5:03:47 PM by Fred Nerks
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SOURCE - frontpagemagazine blog comments:
It’s not surprising Marx wrote about the exploitation of working people. He was intimately familiar with exploitation of working people, since he personally exploited everyone around him his entire life. He was a broke loser who sponged off everyone around him, borrowed money and never paid it back, and believed it was the obligation of his family and friends to support him in his “great work” so that he wouldn’t have to earn a living. Stephan Molyneux paints a chilling portrait of the monster that Marx was in this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yA2lCBJu2Gg
That the ideas of Marx would be popular among other people who share his belief that the world owes them something is not surprising.
Video is a must-see
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/3130965/posts?page=590#590
you might enjoy this little ramble through the brambles.
Ok, true that I don’t have anything to connect Barry to FMD other than his “own” choke writing. But why would Obama link himself to Frank in the book? He didn’t have to. He already listed the books and the black power reading he was doing. Also, FMD was perfect for a fatherless boy like Obama, to molest and indoctrinate.
You don’t think there was any connection to FMD, even with the people Obama later hooked up with? Even with his sexual desires to be serviced but not to reciprocate, which can be common for adults raping small boys?
Thank you.
Medal of Honor...
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