has he still got the same lazy-eye or is it my imagination?
Not your imagination. Usually adults don’t resemble baby pictures much but there is a distinct resemblance there. Other features, too.
So do you figure you must be the smartest person on earth, to be the only one to figure out David Ndesandjo never existed?
It’s a serious question. So many researchers, investigators, writers, etc. etc. have delved deeply into Obama’s past, & have also catalogued the lies in Dreams. Almost more have investigated Obama’s past than anyone can count, when you get right down to it. Some have traveled to HI. Some have traveled to Nairobi, Kenya. Some have interviewed the friends and neighbors of the Ndesandjos in person.
Yet only you have discovered that David is nothing but a hoax. Only you.
And you did it w’out traveling to Kenya. You did it without interviewing anyone who knew the Ndesandjos. You did it without examining the public records of births, divorces, deaths, etc., in Nairobi. You did it without looking up old newspapers in the library at Nairobi. You did it without interviewing the editors of The Nation, one of Nairobi’s main newspapers, which also happens to claim that David Ndesandjo was a real human being who lived and died.
In all seriousness, doesn’t this make you the smartest human being alive?
Cross-posting from the Mal-Val thread comment #1706:
For the record Mark Ndesandjo has put up a pre-launch speech for his new book release
http://www.markobamandesandjo.com/article1.asp?a_id=13
There are two items that I noticed immediately:
1. A less-cropped version of picture of his family circa 1970 showing Marks long legs below the knee (white socks) conclusively demonstrating the approximate 3-year age difference between himself and his brother, David, in his mothers arms (as ever resembling baby Barry, but with much more hair at age two).
2. A special segment of the book will be dedicated to the relationship between his brother David and Davids four brothers and one sister:
What is the relationship between the 4 brothers and 1 sister and my late brother David.
Note that one section of the book will explain:
How Barack and I met for the first time in 1988 and why he denied it in an interview two years ago
Speaking obviously allegorically, Mark likens the two brothers at that 1988 meeting to babies who were then separated for 25 years and met again as adults:
I have seen babies torn apart by violence and neglect. As babies, Baracks eyes were full of life and hope, and mine were tinged with a bittersweet innocence. Then we were separated and we followed two different destinies. No longer babies, Barack and I are still recovering from that. He from the absence of a good father, and I from the presence of a bad one. For me the recovery started, twelve years ago, when the little orphan in Shenzhen with the big black eyes looked up at me, grasped my finger and would not let go.