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To: little jeremiah
I was asking 'who was Anna' years ago...but it didn't catch on, it was far too complicated. If you can't fit it into three lines with a sacrastic twist, it's not of interest, haven't you noticed?

I just went back and read some of the entries on the thread you posted the link to, and came across the comment about how TWO 'classmates' of Stanley Ann Dunham at Mercer Island High School regurgitated ALMOST EXACTLY the same story about visiting her at the Seattle address. (I think both articles have been removed, but here's what we have recorded, it's a HOOT!

STORY NUMBER ONE:

Summer 1962 -- Sighting by John W. Hunt in June-Sept 1962 "I had moved to Utah for a while after high school, and I came back to Seattle in the summer of 1962. I remember visiting the World's Fair, and then stopping by Stanley Ann's apartment on Capitol Hill. It was a small apartment, upstairs. It was after June, and could have been as late as September, 1962. I visited her for half a day or so. It was after the end of the spring quarter classes, and she wasn't in classes, and didn't have a job. I recall her being melancholy at the time. I had a sense that something wasn't right in her."

* this URL is scrubbed - however, this blog post was picked up and reprinted on numerous web sites before it disappeared from its origin

STORY NUMBER TWO:

Another class mate, Barbara Cannon Rusk, recalls visiting Stanley Ann Dunham and her baby son Barack at her apartment on Capitol Hill in Seattle shortly after the end of these spring quarter classes. (1962).

‘I had moved to Utah for a while after high school, and I came back to Seattle in the summer of 1962. I remember visiting the World’s Fair, and then stopping by Stanley Ann’s apartment on Capitol Hill. It was a small apartment, upstairs. It was after June, and could have been as late as September, 1962. I visited her for half a day or so. It was after the end of the spring quarter classes, and she wasn’t in classes, and didn’t have a job. I recall her being melancholy at the time. I had a sense that something wasn’t right in her marriage. It was all very mysterious. First, her husband wasn’t there, he was already off in Harvard. I didn’t ask her about the relationship, feeling it was a private matter. My daughter Michelle was just a few weeks younger than Stanley’s son, who she called Barry, and they played together on the floor.’

Ok now, if there are any serious researchers out there, how's about you try to find the originals? I haven't been able to. Our research notes don't include the source ( bad mistake) and the website mentioned on the page Christian Faith and Reason is now devoid of content.

Talk about reading from the same page...! Someone handed out two copies to different people, perhaps? And John Hunt didn't have a daughter named Michelle, I guess.

312 posted on 12/19/2012 4:15:25 PM PST by Fred Nerks (fair Dinkum!)
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To: Fred Nerks

If stuff like the above (”memories” from two different people that are word for word!) doesn’t ring loud bells and wave red flags for people, nothing will.

The people covering up truth and making up crap were not terribly clever, plus they had SO MUCH WORK to do - so much to scrub, so many lies to get out there, so much fabrication - they were probably pulling their hair out.

There is only one reason why they succeeded (SO FAR!).

The Republicans are disgusting cowards without any principles or courage. And judges, attorneys, and anyone else who is being PAID to uphold the rule of law!

That is the ONLY reason.


313 posted on 12/19/2012 5:47:21 PM PST by little jeremiah (Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point. CSLewis)
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