Posted on 10/23/2008 8:34:44 AM PDT by pissant
Obama’s maternal grandfather knew Davis?
Hey, at least the media in Macedonia is not afraid to go after Frank Commie Davis...
it is not widening. no legs. can someone tell me why the press has stuck its head in the sand.
Unless someone has videotape of Obama taking it up the hoop, this stuff goes nowhere.
Very well, according to Cliff Kincaid.
OK, this thread would not be complete without reference to the poem Obama published as an undergraduate at Occidental College, “Pop.” There is no explanation as to who “Pop” is, but presumably he must be Frank Marshall Davis, since no one else would seem to fit the role. Notice, also, that Pop reads the kid one of his poems, which also fits. And that he drinks and perhaps shares whiskey with the kid.
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.
And then in Obama’s past there is Larry Sinclair???
I should also say what I said on another thread—that if Davis knew he was Barry’s father, that would not necessarily have stopped him from enjoying sex with his child. The more perverted the better from what he said at the time he confessed writing that porn autobiography.
He was bisexual, enjoyed group sex, and sex with children. The Telegraph article says that he was also into bondage and simulated rape, and liked being urinated on.
Is there anywhere a searchable index of all LP’s ever produced in the United States?
They were good friends according to many articles. Obama’s grandparents were very far left and his grandfather had a close friendship with Davis.
Welcome to FR. What do you think of Frank? Of Rev. Wright? Of Rashid Khalidi?
Yikes!
Sounds like Clinton.
Because they respect and admire communists, like Davis, Ayers and Obama
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