If the child was the progeny of grandpa and a hooker, and he wanted to ‘adopt’ the child, what better way than to have your daughter appear in Hawaii with a new ‘grandchild’ who is then left with the grandparents to raise? A granddaughter who had a meaningless ‘convenience’ marriage (to a man that was already married ) to give the child a legal ‘father’ ???
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This theory violates the premise of Occam’s Razor in my opinion.
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No, it doesn’t and ucansee2’s theory makes a lot more sense than the one fed to us by Barry in his book ‘Dreams’.
Why would Stanley Anne give up her first born child? Why did Gramps take Barry to black bars with porno on the walls? Why was Frank Marshall Davis so close to Barry? Why did Gramps take Barry around FMD who was a Communist and a sexual deviant. He takes porn and deviancy to a whole new level and this was Barry’s mentor? If you haven’t read Sex rebel I suggest you do. You can download it here:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/22472003/Sex-Rebel-Black-Memoirs-of-a-Gash-Gourmet-Frank-Marshall-Davis
Interesting poem by little Barry:
Pop
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I’m sure he’s unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ‘cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.
— Barack Obama
Which brings up to me, the question, why would Stanley Ann go to all the trouble to marry some foreign guy, who was already married, and give ‘Barry’ a FAMILY, a FATHER, and then abandon little Barry to her parents?
Thanks for the poem. Now I feel like I have been licking the floor of a porno theater.
I’ll come back to this one later.