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When we have people who thought he was the ghost of David, who was in a terrible motorcycle accident, when he visited his "fathers" grave have all these scars....

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Greg, I have a real question for you. Namely, who said people thought Obama was the ghost of David? Was that in Auma’s book or Ayers? If it was Auma’s, then I have no opinion. I don’t know if she is honest or not. But if it was in Ayers’ book, then why believe it? What else that he included in Dreams is actually true? Everything that’s actually be checked [l.e.: that is checkable] has been shown to be a lie. Why would he deviate from his pattern, and tell the truth just this once?

Also, what is the theory behind Ayers blowing the whistle on the similarities? Was he secretly trying to alert the world to the grand conspiracy? I.e.: did he have some vested interest in letting the cat out of the bag, that Obama was really David? If not, why mention it at all. None of us knows what David looked like at age twenty. If he resembled Obama, we wouldn’t be aware of it. [As to baby pics, how many people even know they exist or care? So two cousins resemble each other. Who with any media stature is going to give that similarity the time of day? I haven’t even seen an article on BirtherReport or American Thinker speculating that there’s something fishy between David and Obama, much less the MSM. For the vast majority, it’s a nonissue.]

I remember how, a few days after my visit to Sarah’s, Auma and I happened to run into an acquaintance of the Old Man’s outside Barclay’s Bank. I could tell that Auma didn’t remember his name, so I held out my hand and introduced myself. The man smiled and said, “My, my-you have grown so tall. How’s your mother? And your brother Mark-has he graduated from university yet?”
At first I was confused. Did I know this person? And then Auma explained in a low voice that no, I was a different brother, Barack, who grew up in America, the child of a different mother. David had passed away. And then the awkwardness on all sides-the man nodding his head (“I’m sorry, I didn’t know”) but taking another look at me, as if to make sure what he’d heard was true; Auma trying to appear as if the situation, while sad, was somehow the normal stuff of tragedy; me standing to the side, wondering how to feel after having been mistaken for a ghost...

http://ilikeobama.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/barack-obama-dreams-from-my-father-49.html