I dated a very, very nice guy that had a REAL job at Harvard. Smart guy. Smarter than these idiots. He wasn't in the hard science area...but still, smart.
If he wrote me a letter, it was nothing like this. And we were long distance “lovers”. There was none of this gibberish/look how smart I am/I'm so full of ennui that I may collapse.
I'm calling major BS on this book. I think the “love letters” were dreamed up at the kitchen table of the Ayers.
You know...just that guy in the neighborhood.
I can not wait until this little POS fraud is exposed. I smell desperation....and flop sweat at his recent photo ops. We shall see.
I wonder why they thought this crap would impress people?
I read these poignant letters while drinking Chocolate Flavored Cabernet and listening to Liberace LP's, and let me tell you, Sister ... I was moved to tears.
To think my great big rough aggressive, uncaring John Wayne type country could produce a POTUS like this sensitive, socially aware, literary stud muffin .......I would castigate you further, but I must be off to a PETA Meeting and then the OWS Planning session.