Posted on 01/04/2010 7:28:33 PM PST by RobinMasters
A photograph circulating on the Internet has raised new questions about the officially accepted account of President Obama's birth and early childhood.
The photo shows Barack Obama Sr. at a dock, apparently arriving in Hawaii in 1959, welcomed by Stanley Dunham without his daughter, Ann Dunham.
The photo raises the question whether Barack Obama Sr. had a connection to Stanley Dunham before Ann Dunham supposedly met him in a Russian language class at the University of Hawaii.
Undated photo shows Barack Obama Sr., with leis, and Stanley Dunham, immediate right, President Obama's grandfather
Barack Obama Jr. admitted in his autobiography "Dreams from My Father" that his grandfather, Stanley Dunham, introduced him to Frank Marshall Davis, the well-known communist author and journalist from Chicago. The introduction suggested Stanley Dunham was comfortable with close ties to well-known leftists in Hawaii.
On pages 76-77 of "Dreams from My Father," Barack Obama Jr. said Davis "would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with Gramps out of an emptied jelly jar."
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No, we were talking about the photo with the Christmas tree and gifts.
Lol...don’t spoil their fun.
I think so too. I think she had him in Canada to take advantage of the “free” medical care there and also explains why she was in Seattle with a week old infant and visited her friend.
I also speculate that part of why she wanted to keep him was to snag FMD.
obumpa
Anyone wonder how any of the thugs in our White House got security clearances?
How many of you have top secret security clearances and know how much they dig up going back 125 years of your family tree?
Exactly, that was in the airport.
They had a tough time figuring out who Damien Thorn’s real mother was too (the omen)...lol
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.
UNDERGROUND
Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.
Those pictures were posted on the long thread also.
I remember reading about them exchanging gifts in the airport. Look at the seats that Sr is on, they are the old style bench seats with the metal bar underneath. His mother made a makeshift Christmas deal with him from what I recall. Many information articles state he only saw his father one time after he left, in an airport.
I’m sure many people who have gone through the rectal exam have wondered the same thing.
The sweet thing, really is....is Obama more of the marxist like his grandpa? Or more like the communists on his Kenyan side?
Either way - you get the feeling there was no black or white there - just all RED.
Only that his natural father was an American. However, he was adopted by an Indonesian which negated his American citizenship (Indonesia does not allow dual citizenship apparently). Now, he didn’t get to choose this situation, but he, according to several postings, had to have an Indonesian passport in order to travel with his friends when he was in college and presumably an adult. Also, did he claim foreign status for financial aid? His expensive higher education had to be funded somehow, and his grandmother only worked in a bank, she didn’t own it.
Supposedly, changes in one’s citizenship status are recorded on one’s original or vault birth certificate, so whomever his father is and whatever his status was on the day he was born, it’s really about his present status of citizenship that concerns us.
Hmmmmm.
I think the custom was to put leigh's on a person as a welcome. So therefore he would have been coming. We are not sure it is the first visit.
Those are not rabbit ears. They are horns, signifying that the man’s wife is sleeping with someone else, so he is horny, or cornuto in Italian.
yes, thanks...waaaay back! What a useful resource that thread is, I’m going through it now for research, up to six thousand and something. Headaches!
So - is the poem “POPS” about Marshall?
I am off to bed now. Goodnight!
That’s where I got it from.
Stanley Armour Dunham must have aged awfully fast. Here he is in 1972. A grey-haired old man.
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