Real People. Deal in real people :-)
Yes, Malcolm X was Obama’s dad!/S
The fact is that we do not know anything about Obama’s parentage, whatever is public is fabricated, what ever is true has been obscured.
We can only know that he was handed around as an infant, an unwanted child, looking for a place to roost. What that child found at an early age prior to 1964,and how, no one really knows. We just have an arrangement of photographs that could not be covered up or censored. Those are real, in context, unlike documents which are so easy to duplicate and refile.
As a matter of fact, there have been cadres or teams of Oba-obscurators. An article purportedly written by Obama in college was cut from the library archives with a razor , there is no documentary evidence that has not been obscured or re-contextualized to support the fabrications of the false Obama family line, and the fictional biography so Obama could evolve into “The Won.”.
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cf Fred Nerks
I think the problem is that I deal in people, real flesh and blood human beings, I follow the tracks they leave as they move through their lives, tripping up, making mistakes, telling lies...and I collect photographs which ultimately fall into context almost all by themselves...I don’t take documents that have been created to cover who and what and where they might have been, as gospel. The paperwork is there to go with the myth, I don’t trust the validity of anything presented nowhere else but in cyberspace...
I look for the mistakes they made, the contradictions, the obvious lies, because that’s what real people do. They are as cunning as chimpanzees and about as trustworthy...except you and I of course...LOL!
And PS - a little humour goes a long way. I am most suspicious of those who do not have any.
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Yes Fred, your approach is more highly forensic and real.
We knw exactly what questions to have answered now and where the nexus points are that could reveal all if they could be inflated properly.
People who see that want you to just goand establsih a false reality created by lists of documents which may or may not have been altered or edited and refiled. I am not about to click my heels like Dorothy and conclude I must have been in Kansas.
Fascist little rooster is on notice, he will end up as Sunday dinner soon enough. The only reason he's on top of the fence crowing is because a group of people spent more than two years researching and I ended up as spokesperson trying to present what our findings were. Without that input he wouldn't have anything to crow about. Rooster would still be cockadoodling about Frank Marshall Davis seducing the teenage daughter of a friend, he would still need to maintain that she was sent to Kenya to cover the shame of a pregnancy to a coloured man 35 years older, and anyone can tell you that teenage girls don't come out of high school with the hots for an ugly old black man, but he gets a thrill out of telling it that way, because it appeals to the voyer in him. It gives reign to his dirty, impotent little mind.
And why did I start? Because I was also peer-pressured. Yes I was. I was called a subvervise and a traitor because I didn't supply names and dates and details on our research, on this forum. Tattle-tales circulated the contents of my private mails containing out-of-context brief summaries - like KISS - keeping it short and simple, and left my name on the messages.
That was followed by demands that I 'come clean' and how dare I keep any result of research a secret? Didn't I understand I had a duty...the last straw was that after all, I was only an Australian, how could I be expected to understand and care what the United States was facing...IT'S MY COUNTRY! I was told... Peer pressure.
So I attempted to commence to tell the story from the beginning. There was really no other place to start. And every statement I made, every clue I pointed out, every image I posted in evidence, was ridiculed by our resident critic, who had never posted a link, a document or a photograph, who knew nothing but to critize, who used nothing but words cockadoodle-doo! and relentlessly persued and bullied me - and caused others to remove my name from information I had provided them with, though they did retain the information itself, freepers who had been writing to me for years, quite suddenly stopped replying to private mail.
Hey, Beckwith? Remember me?
Talk about etiquette, there isn't any. There's very little common courtesy, and the one freeper with whom I had the longest, most productive FRiendship told me that I shouldn't have engaged in a p+ssing contest with her, after she circulated my private mail to a ping list she admitted was 150 long.
Were you on that list, Seizethecarp? Is that how you became so knowledgable all of a sudden? Because the person who offered to keep the material safe off-site circulated it? While we were still checking leads...
Well, it's Christmas, hope you and your loved ones have a Merry Christmas, there's a New Year coming up and it's time for me to make some resolutions. I've bought a new car, I have some health issues to deal with, I do treasure the FRiends I have made and kept on FR, but it's time for me to wind back, become less obvious, the material I refer to has been lodged with someone trustworthy for safekeeping, the effort is far from over, but what-ever I do from now on goes back to where it was always more fruitful.
Under the radar.
Again, a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and to all good men - goodnight!