I don’t think that adoption was ever a serious option, as Obama’s mother, and likely Obama himself, by all appearances seem to be wholly owned properties of the CIA.
Almost every bit of adult eduction she got, and every job she got, were CIA projects. The same with Obama’s education, every bit paid for by the agency. All done through front organizations, which can easily be associated with her biography.
Even her husbands seem to have been possibly unaware entry points to her duty assignments. Natives of whatever country she was going to work next, then discarded when she needed to move on.
Obama himself seems to be an even more intensive property than his mother. Only the CIA has the resources for the major airbrushing of his adult life, from his unmemorable college and career experiences onwards, including his numerous fake identities and Social Security numbers.
Oddly enough, while there were lots of associations between Bill Clinton and the agency, they were all more typical agent work of an “adult hire”. Obama on the other hand seems to have been born and raised to be a serious top agent.
However, things change. By the time Obama was ready for fielding, the world had become a different place, and his potential assignments in Africa, South Asia, or even Moscow were no longer operable. So what do you do with someone like that?
There is no law prohibiting CIA agents from running for public office. Though it shows astounding chutzpah to run him for the presidency. But this could be rationalized by Russia’s Putin, a KGB man his entire life. If he could run Russia, why can’t a CIA agent run the United States?
But what about Obama’s close friends, the 1960s radicals? Aren’t they a lucky bunch, having all survived and prospered while their radical peers were either killed or imprisoned? Maybe it wasn’t as much luck as most people would think.
So, let us say the CIA has managed to get one of its own elected. Then what? In particular, what is the agencies agenda for America?
Or whoever is in charge of the project?
Bump