President Obama's birth doctor, James Ang'awa, was neighbors with Barack Obama Senior in the 1960s

allafrica.com and Mary Ang'awa (Dr. James Ang'awa's daughther) ^ | 03.05.2010 | InspectorSmith

[InspectorSmith]

Dr Ang'awa had worked in Embu, Kiambu, Kilifi, Mombasa, Kakamega and Bungoma and was one of the best known members of the medical profession in the country.

Her father was brutally killed when she was a teenager more than 40 years ago, but Lady Justice Mary Ang'awa has opted to forgive his killer. During her reflection at a recent meeting to plan the 40th anniversary of the death of her father, she had no qualms about offering a pardon. "I have forgiven you," she says is the message she has for the killer of Dr James Ang'awa.

One of the pioneer medical specialists in the country, Dr Ang'awa was hit on the head with a blunt object on Tom Mboya Street by an unknown assailant.

A police inquest cleared a suspect who had been arrested although Justice Ang'awa is not convinced the decision was the right one. "My father died a painful death. Investigations and inquests were concluded. I and my brothers--Antony, Hillary, Charles and William-- have climbed a steep path to success with the guidance of our mother Perez. So the best thing to do is to forgive the killer," she told the Sunday Nation.

At the time of her father's death, Justice Ang'awa was a Form One student at Limuru Girls' high school. Her family enjoyed a comfortable life; her father was establishing a reputation for his research into treatment of tuberculosis.

The family lived in high-class government quarters in Upper Hill. Among their neighbours were Dr Njoroge Mungai, former President Kenyatta's personal physician, President Kibaki, who was then minister for Finance and the late Barack Obama Sr, father of American President Barack Obama.

The family was evicted from the house three months after Dr Ang'awa's death.

[little jeremiah]

I think that is the first time this photo has been posted on FR showing all their feet. And it’s a very clear photo, too.

[Fantasywriter]

Yet you can’t explain how both The Daily Nation and The Standard of Nairobi got it wrong. Do newspapers have no fact checkers? Can they not even determine if a person who was born, attended school, and died in a vehicular accident, all in their home city, existed or not? Their resources extend far beyond Sally Jacobs. [Though no one has discredited her research. Her firsthand interviews are invaluable to anyone seeking the truth, as known by the Ndesandjos’ closest neighbors.]

Everyone is wrong but you. & you have never set foot in Nairobi, to do firsthand investigation. Sorry, Fred; you don’t know more than both of David’s hometown papers. It’s not realistic to think you do.

[Fred Nerks]

I wonder which one of us is going to get sick of this first, me or you? I kept telling you over and over, that what you call newspaper reports are nothing but random quotes taken from various biographies, most notably the one by Sally Jacobs, which, to their credit, the reports have linked back to, sometimes staight back to reviews of the biography, I showed you the where and how, I gave you the links, it’s all in one ear and out the other. But do keep saying it. I’m off to the dentist now, but I’ll be back. Maybe you would like to take some time and study the comments in which I explained to you, just where the material you are quoting as gospel came from.

From ‘Dreams’ and Sally Jacobs. The woman who sat on the unredacted INS documents for two years, and STILL hasn’t shown them, who changed the entire entry for Ruth a few days before her book was released...I could go on, but you have some information to check up on way back in this thread and a couple others, all addressed to you, with information you have deliberately chosen to ignore.

You aren’t debating, you are simply hammering home your denial of everything that is put in front of you, and that is becoming more and more obvious to everyone reading here. When challenged, you run to the mods and wail victimhood. Aren’t you the slightest bit ashamed of this childish, petulant bevahiour?

[Fred Nerks]

Sometimes when you are trapped in the trash, a ladder helps:

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=464372510267787

[Fantasywriter]

The Daily Mail cited Sally Jacobs as a source. The Standard didn’t use Jacobs as a source. But both papers have independent means of fact checking. The idea that Nairobi’s largest newspaper would run a feature story complete with references to a local phantom entity is absurd. It’s amazing anyone believes it. It really is.

Hope the dental visit goes well. I hope the cat’s vet visit went well too.

As to the Moderators, they do a difficult, often thankless and very complex job. I appreciate their hard work and diligence very much.

[little jeremiah]

The idea that Nairobi’s largest newspaper would run a feature story complete with references to a local phantom entity is absurd. It’s amazing anyone believes it. It really is.

Your simple faith in Nairobi's largest newspaper is quite touching.

[little jeremiah]

THREE cubs!!!!

[Fantasywriter]

What happened? You said you were never going to post to me again. You’ve posted to me multiple times since then. As long as you keep it civil I don’t mind.

And yes, both The Daily Nation and The Standard of Nairobi are able to fact check local items/issues/entities. That’s a big part of what newspapers do. If they screw up, they have to print a correction. [Newspapers don’t like to issue corrections; that’s why they fact-check.] If you were right about David, some—not one, but some—of the Ndesandjos’ neighbors and acquaintances would have written the paper and pointed out the error. A correction like that would have spread like wildfire in the Birther community.

But of course no one who actually knew the Ndesandjos has ever disputed David’s existence. Quite the contrary. When Sally Jacobs interviews the neighbors, they affirmed him.

[little jeremiah]

Quite touching, your simple faith.

[Brown Deer]

Why was post #904 removed?

[Fred Nerks]

CROSS POSTING FOR THE EDIFICATION OF THOSE WHO MAY HAVE MISSED ‘THE NATION’ ARTICLE.

To: Seizethecarp
BTW, I tried pasting the URL of that second link into I.E. Google search bar.

Then in the result that has the nation.Co link, I clicked the green down arrow to get the cache.

Then it comes up and can read it. Try it for the others.

http://www.nation.co.ke/lifestyle/DN2/Obama—the-bright-economist-who-lived-on-the-edge-/-/957860/1211042/-/lkp22l/-/index.html

71 posted on Sunday, 23 March 2014 11:30:01 AM by WildHighlander57 ((WildHighlander57, returning after lurking since 2000)
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To: WildHighlander57

http://web.archive.org/web/20140323003032/http://www.nation.co.ke/lifestyle/DN2/Obama—the-bright-economist-who-lived-on-the-edge-/-/957860/1211042/-/lkp22l/-/index.html

Sunday, July 31, 2011
Obama, the bright economist who lived on the edge

Shem Arungu-Olende had just returned from the United States in mid-1970 when he received a telephone call from his old friend Barack Obama. Olende, an electrical engineer with a passion for economic analysis, had recently concluded a year’s stint as a visiting scholar at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and had come home to consider his options.

The two men had known each other several years earlier when they had discovered they shared a fascination for mathematical programming. Now Obama was calling to offer him a job.

“He said he was setting up a consulting firm and he wanted me to work with him,” recalled Olende, who would later become the secretary general of the African Academy of Sciences.

“He said we’d make a great team. And you know, I was interested.”

But as the two men talked, Olende was shocked to learn of Obama’s circumstances. When they had met five years earlier Obama had recently returned from Cambridge.

With his Harvard degree and elegant bearing, not to mention his attractive white wife, Obama seemed set to become a powerhouse among the newly emerging cadre of elite Africans who were slowly assuming control of the country’s power structure. But here was Obama now without a job and his checkered employment record a matter of some talk in Nairobi circles.

As Olende caught up with other old friends, he heard hair-raising stories about Obama’s explosive domestic life and inexplicable behaviour on the job. Nonetheless, Olende liked Obama and seriously considered teaming up with him. As it turned out he wound up taking a job with the United Nations, where he would remain for the next three decades. But he worried that Obama’s reckless ways would eventually lead him into deeper trouble.

The consulting firm never happened. After Obama was fired from the KTDC, he managed to piece together stray bits of work, but none of them lasted long. He worked for the Kenya Water Department for some months and managed to parlay that job into a stint advising the World Health Organization on rural water supplies.

But within a few months of losing his job Obama was adrift with neither a paycheck nor the prospect of one.

Unmoored from the organising rigours of a job and increasingly at odds with both his wife and children, Obama entered a period of fitful decline that lasted for nearly six years.

Although he remained close with some of his older friends and continued to show up at his favourite watering holes— as long as someone else was buying—he periodically disappeared for long spells at a time. And when he emerged from this overcast period, he was a changed man, one whose world was considerably diminished.

With her husband now jobless and at large, Ruth struggled to keep the family afloat.

She was now the sole support of the household. Not only did she pay the rent, the household expenses, and the wages of the housekeeper, she also signed the checks for five private school tuitions.

In addition to Obama’s own four children’s schooling, there was Ezra’s school bill and sundry other expenses for itinerant Obama family members.

Nor did Obama assist much with the household logistics such as driving the children to school or to their sports activities.

As in most any other Kenyan family of the same class, such tasks were left to Ruth or the household help. Although Ruth tried to maintain a household routine as she juggled her job at Nestlé and ferrying the children, Obama came and went at odd hours.

Most afternoons he retreated to the bar at Sans Chique or Brunner’s and stayed there well into evening, railing against the failures of the government and the injustices that had befallen him.

By the time he returned to the house, he was often stumbling and barely coherent.

The children, cowering in their beds, listened as he crashed into furniture and cursed at his own clumsiness.

Auma heard the shouting too. As she told her brother Barack many years later, “The Old Man never spoke to Roy or myself except to scold us. He would come home very late, drunk, and I could hear him shouting at Ruth telling her to cook him food,” Barack [US President] recounted in Dreams from My Father.

“Sometimes, when he wasn’t home, she would tell Roy and myself that our father was crazy and that she pitied us for having such a father. I didn’t blame her for this—I probably agreed.”

Obama had long vented his anger on Ruth with verbal onslaughts and a hail of blows to her head.

But as he grew increasingly despondent in the months after he lost his job, his assaults on her grew more violent. Ruth took out a restraining order and worried constantly about what to do next.

She was anxious that one day Obama would turn his frustration on the children and that, she had decided, would be the end. Nonetheless, she did not leave him because still, somehow, she loved him. And she believed that he loved her as well:
“I loved him despite everything. I just had a great passion for the man.

And I love my children. I’m a person who stays hoping that things will get better.”
But things didn’t get better. They got worse. One night Obama returned from the bars in his usual ill humuor, except this time he had a knife.

“He came to the door one day, banging, banging and Auma let him in of course, being a child,” Ruth recalled. “And when he came in he had that knife. He laid it against my neck as he shouted at me.

I was terrified of course. He terrified me a number of times.

But I did not think he would really kill me. He was a bluffer, just a bluffer. Even the children saw all of this happening. It was Roy who went and got a neighbour. She was a Luo friend of mine and she talked to Barack. She said, ‘Don’t do this, Barack. This is wrong.’”

Even then, Ruth did not leave. Instead, she started to contemplate a divorce.

As she saw it, if she were able to get a divorce and gain custody of Mark and David, she would at last have some leverage over Obama.

Part of Obama’s singular authority over her was his ability to take them from her. Perhaps if she were able to negotiate from a position of greater strength, she could get Obama to change his behaviour and stop his chronic drinking. That, at least, is what she hoped.

In November 1971 Obama made the surprise announcement that he was going on a lengthy overseas trip. Somehow he had gotten his passport back and was now eager to try to drum up some international consulting work again. Unable to find a job, Obama continued to pursue his hope of setting up a consulting firm and hoped to reconnect during his travels with some of his contacts from his days at the KTDC.

No sooner had he walked out of the house with his suitcase did Ruth call her lawyer. One of her friends and a cousin who visited the house frequently had witnessed Obama’s abusive behavior on multiple occasions, and now they were ready to testify to what they had seen.

“I knew the marriage wasn’t going anywhere and I needed some leverage,” said Ruth. “Divorce would give me the freedom so he didn’t have any legal hold on me.

That seemed very important.”

While Ruth presented her case in a Nairobi courtroom, Obama was halfway around the world in Honolulu celebrating Christmas with the Dunhams, about whom he had told his current wife very little.

He was also getting to know the little boy on the tricycle whose photograph he had religiously kept on his bureau for the past decade.

That boy, Barack Obama II, was now ten years old and had decidedly mixed feelings about the looming dark figure with the slight limp who showed up on the doorstep a few weeks before the holiday. Since his father had left nine years ago, much had changed in his own young life.

When the younger Obama was four years old, his mother had fallen in love with another foreign student, this one an amiable Indonesian who liked to wrestle with her young son. By 1968 Ann Dunham had married Lolo Soetoro, and the family settled in Jakarta.

The marriage did not last long, however, and by the summer of 1971 Obama had returned to Honolulu to live with his grandparents and attend private school. Ann returned to celebrate the Christmas holiday that year, and eventually she and her young daughter had also returned to Honolulu to live, although she would not divorce her second husband for several more years.

Eying his father quietly from the corner of the living room on the day that he arrived, Obama observed that he was astonishingly thin, his bones pressing his trousers into sharp points at the knee.

Wearing a blue blazer and a crisp white shirt with a scarlet ascot at his neck, he was overdressed compared to the casual island style. His cane was equally elegant with a rounded ivory head. But his eyes were a bleary yellow, “the eyes of someone who’s had malaria more than once.

There was a fragility about his frame, I thought, a caution when he lit a cigarette or reached for his beer.”

Obama stayed for one month. During that time he and the Dunhams visited island sites and the family’s own architectural landmarks. They drove by the apartments in which the couple had lived, the Kapi’olani Medical Centre where their son had been born, and the trim one-story University Avenue house with the inviting veranda where Ann had ultimately retreated to live with her parents and her one-year-old son after her husband had left her.

As the weeks passed, the watchful boy noted the power of his father’s presence and the singular effect he had on other people. Obama generated electricity, a vibration that made Gramps, as Stanley was called by his grandson, more vigorous.

Even Madelyn, known as “Toot” for “Tutu,” which is Hawaiian for “grandparent,” was drawn into debate about politics and finance in the elder Obama’s presence. When he waved his elegant hands in emphasis or recounted an amusing story in his commanding, all-enveloping voice, people listened. But between father and son there was not much conversation.

“I often felt mute before him,” his son wrote, “and he never pushed me to speak.”

Obama Sr.’s visit to Hawaii generated mixed emotions on both sides of the equation. For the elder Obama the sights and sounds of the island where he had lived in the flush of great promise were bittersweet.

He did not look up many of his old friends and made no effort to connect with either Zane or Abercrombie. He sat, inexplicably, for a series of photographic portraits at the University of Hawaii, and these are filed in the school’s archive bearing no explanatory label.

In the photos Obama is dressed in a gray suit with a dark handkerchief tucked in his breast pocket, and he stares solemnly into the distance. There is little resemblance to the ebullient young undergraduate in shirtsleeves photographed amidst a throng of his friends in a photo shot a decade earlier.

Presumably aware that his marriage to Ruth was nearing a bitter end, Obama apparently initiated the Hawaii visit in part with the expectation that his former wife might return to Kenya with him.

Ann, then twenty-nine, had her own marital troubles with Soetoro and likely intuited that her marriage was not to last long either. She was already talking about enrolling at the University of Hawaii in order to pursue a master’s degree in anthropology. Although she considered Obama’s suggestion, she concluded that she and her children were better off staying in Hawaii where their lives would be more stable.
“He had come back and wanted her to go to Africa with him, finally,” recalled Ann’s old school friend, Susan Botkin Blake.
“Of course this was what she had wanted all those years he had been away. But now, she told people, she could not face leaving again.”

With the finality of Ann’s refusal generating palpable tension, Obama’s visit soon began to sour.

Toot and Gramps were growing weary of Obama’s presence and waited impatiently for him to retreat at the evening’s end to the rented apartment in which he slept. The stress finally erupted one evening when young Barack turned on the television to watch the cartoon special How The Grinch Stole Christmas!, a favoured Christmas ritual. Obama Sr. promptly ordered his son to turn off the television and head to his room to study.

When Ann argued that the boy should be allowed to watch, the matter mushroomed into a fierce family squabble that consumed four highly irritated adults. As Barack Jr. watched the green Grinch alone behind his closed bedroom door, he “began to count the days until my father would leave and things would return to normal.”

His countdown ended two weeks later when Obama gave his son a farewell hug at the airport and disappeared into the blue skies overhead. Obama would never see his father again. For a time the two exchanged letters. But by the time Barack reached his twenties and was swept up in his own quest for rootedness and identity, the letter writing had stopped and the stack of aerogrammes from his father was stored neatly away in a closet. After the painful Christmas encounter, another two decades would pass before Barack turned to the pages of his memoir to sort out some of his complex feelings about his father.

On his return to Nairobi, Obama was dismayed to encounter still more rejection.

In his absence Ruth had not only consulted with a lawyer about getting a divorce; she had managed to have their marriage terminated.

72 posted on Sunday, 23 March 2014 12:11:55 PM by Fred Nerks (fair dinkum)
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That is a compilation of quotations from Dreams and almost every biography ever written about the subject. No interviews required.
And Susan Botkin-Blake is true to her reputation, she’s making it up on the fly.

I could barely stop laughing.

Shem Arung-Oldende is to be found WORD FOR WORD the book by Sally Jacobs:

http://books.google.com.au/books?id=EHw1Jy4ZvcYC&pg=PA225&lpg=PA225&dq=Shem+Arungu-Olende+%2B+Obama&source=bl&ots=E9zYJnNqkv&sig=TtZMxH1yZRXzSe3JA_8_XubYYIo&hl=en&sa=X&ei=YTcuU8WYBsnilAWD9oDYCw&ved=0CDAQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=Shem%20Arungu-Olende%20%2B%20Obama&f=false

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The Other Barack: The Bold and Reckless Life of President Obama’s Father

[Fred Nerks]

I TRIED:

The ‘information’ you are quoting is ATTRIBUTED by the Kenyan publication to THE BOOK BY SALLY JACOBS.

http://www.nation.co.ke/page/search/DailyNation/-/1148/1148/-/view/asSearch/-/r4tvx4z/-/index.html

Enter NDESANDJO into Search. (your link was dead, I had to go to WAYBACK to find it) and then this appears:

30/7/2011
How Obama father’s dream was ruined
Ruth tried half-heartedly to turn him away. But Obama charmed her with an onslaught of entreaties. He loved her to the core of his being. He adored their son and had yearned for them every day they...

Section News

8/4/2011
In the footsteps of her brother, Obama
Dr Auma Obama has written her autobiography, Das Leben Kommt Immer Dazwischen (Life Happens). The book is written in German, and the English translation is not yet available...

Section News

9/4/2010
Book challenges Obama claims
Barack Obama’s depictions of his Kenyan father and grandfather are challenged in a new biography of the American president...

Now follow the headlines, and you’ll find the BOOK REVIEWS.

[Fred Nerks]

That's about where I almost fell off my perch laughing:

Presumably aware that his marriage to Ruth was nearing a bitter end, Obama apparently initiated the Hawaii visit in part with the expectation that his former wife might return to Kenya with him.

Ann, then twenty-nine, had her own marital troubles with Soetoro and likely intuited that her marriage was not to last long either. She was already talking about enrolling at the University of Hawaii in order to pursue a master’s degree in anthropology. Although she considered Obama’s suggestion, she concluded that she and her children were better off staying in Hawaii where their lives would be more stable.

“He had come back and wanted her to go to Africa with him, finally,” recalled Ann’s old school friend, Susan Botkin Blake.

“Of course this was what she had wanted all those years he had been away. But now, she told people, she could not face leaving again.”

With the finality of Ann’s refusal generating palpable tension, Obama’s visit soon began to sour.

Words fail me.

[Fred Nerks]

http://www.standardmedia.co.ke/m/story.php?articleID=2000092553&story_title=Woodley%20recast%20into%20the%20modern%20day%20happy%20valley

Any reference to the Obama family in the STANDARD DIGITAL MEDIA article are incidental to a rather rambling story about a suburban region known as WOODLEY:

Woodley recast into the modern day happy valley
Last updated on 2 Sep 2013 11:33

By Charles Ouko

NAIROBI, KENYA: The story of Nairobi’s leafy Woodley suburb comes as close to the Happy Valley narrative as you can get. It is intricately intertwined with the country’s chequered history with some of its more famous residents being at the centre of public personal tragedies and triumphs in almost equal measure.

From plane accidents, to murder trials, imprisonment, detention without trial, coup plot accusations, suspicious deaths and outright executions, Woodley’s residents have been at the centre of them all.

Amidst all of this, Woodley has been the place of residence for a clutch of distinguished Kenyans, among who were an Olympic championship athlete, a vice president, a revered freedom fighter, a host of Members of Parliament, among them assistant ministers and Cabinet ministers.

Built in 1950, Woodley comprises 300 housing units made up of flats, and two and three bed-roomed stand-alone bungalows. Surrounded by plenty of open grass fields, the estate named after British aristocrat Sir Richard Woodley bears great similarities with council estates in the England capital, London.

Woodley became the estate of choice for many Africans who were ascending into positions of prominence in varied spheres of public life, immediately following Kenya’s independence in 1963.These were trade unionists, civil servants and politicians whose astonishing tragedies and triumphs capture some of the country’s most remarkable events.

Woodley’s highest moment has to be its association with US President Barack Obama, whose father Barack Obama Snr lived here at the prime of his life as a senior public servant. The lowest points were probably the cold-blooded and day light execution of a residents’ rights advocate Charlie Sosah in February 2001, and night-by shooting of Embakasi MP Mugabe Were in 2007.

The Obamas: Barack Obama Snr lived in house No 118 with his white American wife Ruth, whom he married after divorcing Ann Dunham, the US president’s mother in 1964. The Obamas lived with the two eldest children from Keziah, Obama Snr’s first wife. These were Roy and Rita. Ruth’s two younger sons by Obama Snr, Mark Okoth and David Opiyo also lived in House No 118.

In later years, Roy and Rita would go to the prestigious Lenana and Kenya High schools for their secondary and high school education.

Today, Roy is 54 and is called Malik, while Ruth, 52, is better known by the name Auma.

Obama Snr died in a car crash in 1982, and in 1987, his son David was killed in a motorcycle accident in Nairobi. Mark now lives in Hong Kong, adopting his Tanzanian stepfather’s name Ndesandjo. CMG Argwings Kodhek: Kenya’s first African Barrister, the UK-trained lawyer, was MP for Gem and Foreign Affairs minister. He was killed in a suspicious motor accident in the upmarket Kilimani area along a road that now bears his name. Then Attorney General Charles Njonjo confirmed to Parliament that CMG’s body had wounds consistent with bullet holes. He had lived in Woodley with his white wife Joan and children.

Ramogi Achieng Oneko: He lived in house No 113 and like Obama Snr, was a polygamist married to Jedidah and Loice.

The former freedom fighter and Information Minister in Kenya’s first independence Cabinet was without a doubt one of Woodley’s most distinguished residents with a history as astonishing as it was revered. He was a man of many firsts among them being detained for three decades and also being an MP in two different provinces.

Together with Eliud Mathu (the first African to sit on Kenya’s Legislative Council from 1944 to 1957), Oneko was one of the only two African councillors in the Nairobi City Council in the colonial era and oversaw the construction of Woodley Estate. He later served as Nakuru Town MP and Rarieda MP.

His son Mike Lwande, 62, takes up the story of their times in Woodley. “Mzee’s second stint in detention from 1969 till 1975 united us and drove us to succeed, like nothing else ever could. We were social outcasts even in Uyoma and only children and teenagers would visit us in Woodley. I don’t blame them as no one would have liked to go to prison for being seen to associate with us.”

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That’s page one of four in a similar vein which reads like a discussion a couple of bored PI’s might have in a Nairobi bar.

[little jeremiah]

Reminds me of certain internet “urban myths” where people say “yes I know it’s true, I saw it on so many different websites” and then it turns out it originally came from ONE source, and that source was a lying nutcase. Like “chemtrails”.

All roads lead to “Dreams”.

[Fred Nerks]

And I’m thinking about Charlette, the intrepid UFO hunter, Bigfoot investigator, organizer of the Seattle Fairy-Festival and the Gay Rights Parade, who conducts walking tours of the streets inhabited by the ghosts of the rich and famous, who discovered Anna Obama listed in the 1961 directory and telephoned Mary in Alaska to tell her that she must have known Stanley Ann Dunham..and Mary says, I remember Anna, I babysat for her when my daughter, who was born in July 1959, was 18 months of age, and then Charlette writes it up as Mary babysat the potus in early 1962, and no one noticed she was a year out of whack, or that in January 1961, when Mary’s daughter was 18 months old, the child she babysat would have been conceived while Stanley Ann was still in school...somewhere.

[Fred Nerks]

Now we head up north in Seattle, where The Seattle Museum of the Mysteries is located. This museum is deemed as the only paranormal scientific museum in Seattle. This museum has photos of Sasquatch, casts of prints, and has a map of Bigfoot sightings. This museum also has exhibits of other paranormal topics such as UFOs and ghosts. “The museum also boasts an oxygen bar, in case you get lightheaded from all the displays” (Martin LA Times).

MUSEUM PROPRIETORS

Charlette LeFevre and Philip Lipson want to know how Seattle ended up with an exhibit such as "Bodies." Photo: Meryl Schenker/Seattle Post-Intelligencer

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What's sauce for the goose isn't always a source for the gander.

[Brown Deer]

I was a bad student, suffered great pain at Stanford and treated women badly ~~ Mark Ndesandjo

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Then, in a moment of weakness, he cheated.

Ndesandjo describes feeling suicidal as he left Stanford mired in disgrace.

First, his suspension from Stanford, and second, a trail of bad debt he had left in the US. ~~ Mark Okoth Obama Ndesandjo sits down for a candid chat with Jenni Marsh

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Yes, Mark Okoth Obama Ndesandjo was kicked out of Stanford for attempting to steal a post-graduate exam paper. Theft is a crime.

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I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though—Mickey, my potentional intiator had been just a little too eager for me to go through with that. ~~ Barack Hussein 0bama

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Yes, possession of cocaine is a felony in Hawaii. Both of them have admitted to committing crimes, but some here believe that they should be admired for admitting to it.

[Brown Deer]

Junkie. Pothead. That’s where I’d be headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn’t been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by then anyway. I got just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn’t make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmmate’s sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you’d met at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl.

In Hawaii, it is a felony to possess marijuana within 750 feet of school grounds, parks, or within 10 feet of a parked school vehicle. It is punishable for up to five years in prison and fines up to $10,000.

[Fred Nerks]

But but but.....he went to the finest, most expensive school in Hawaii on a scholarship because he was an Indonesian Price dontcha-know and who was going to stop him? His fellow choom-gang members would have been the sons of the Honolulu elite. It’s not what you are, it’s who you know that’s important.
And one day, you too, can grow up to become a community organizer and a bleeding heart for the down-trodden masses, if you have the Chicago Machine behind you. Remember Napoleon, whom nobody could stand because he was such an A-hole? they kept on promoting him until he was Emperor of France!