In Obama's case, he didn't know either father. Any ties with the Kenyan are imaginary and illusory. He had no real contact with him. That is not saying they didn't have real effects on his psychology. If Davis was his actual father, he had more actual shaping of his allegiance by Davis than he did by Barack Sr. The Fact that Davis was a Communist who hated America simply yields the same result as if Barry had been raised by a third world father to behave the same way.
Barack's adherence to his "Kenyan" persona is a form of absent hero worship. His absent father could have been a cowboy or an astronaut and it would have achieved a similar result.
Blood tells who is the real father.
DL, I enjoyed your post 156.
Obama only had two stable male influences in his formative years, and they were not either of his “fathers”.
I put the word “fathers” in quotes, because we do not know who his real father is.
His purported biological father was never a physical presence in his life, and his adopted father was not there after he was shipped to the grandparents in Hawaii.
The two male influences were his maternal grandfather, Stanley Dunham, and Frank Marshall Davis, bot unrepentant Communists and haters of America.
As if it was not bad enough to be abandoned by two “fathers”, he was also abandoned by his mother, and for what? For her to chase her dreams of Third World Utopia?
When you stop and think of the mothers you know in real life, who would do such a thing? What is worth not seeing your only child grow up, and being there for them, especially knowing there is no father figure, or worse yet, knowing the father figures available to him are two Communists?
So, Obama has serious abandonment issues, and there is no way this did not scar him.
The whole construct of his supposed life story had to stem from his Kenyan “father”, so he could don the mantle of victimhood and acquire some modicum of minority identification.
His book was called “Dreams from My Father”.
My question has always been: How could you possibly know what they were? He was never there.”
The whole Davis-Jarrett-Chicago connection is no fluke either, but that’s another story.
Your argument is specious.
There exists, in the neighborhood in Hawaii which Barry Soetoro lived after moving there from Indonesia, a name scrawled into the cement of a sidewalk as it dried.
The name: King Obama.
Your speculative statements about Frank Davis are based on an autobiography BHO2 didn’t even write.
Something carved into concrete is kind of tough to dispute.