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To: little jeremiah
... We figured that SAD being called “Ann” or “Anna” there was just in case Ann/Anna Obama was discovered.

While there are people still running around in Kenya telling reporters that the kenyan went to the US not long after he finished his education at the Maseno school, and that he worked for an oil company and married a white woman named Anna Toot, it was imperative!

So we see how 'Dreams' deals with that, don't we? Stanley Ann Dunham gets to be called ANNA, her mother gets the nickname TOOTS - and ANN is thrown in there because ANN S OBAMA is shown at the birth announcement address.

Clever. Everyone falls for it. And they think they are safe, because no one reads articles out of Kenya, do they?

Here's the 'Dreams' segment that deals with the MANY NAMES OF STANLEY ANN DUNHAM:

“Well, this particular time they arrived in one piece, and they got out and stood at the railing to admire the view. And Barack, he was puffing away on this pipe that I’d given him for his birthday, pointing out all the sights with the stem, like a sea captain-” “Your father was really proud of this pipe,” my mother interrupts again. “He’d smoke it all night while he studied, and sometimes-”

“Look, Ann, do you want to tell the story or are you going to let me finish?” “Sorry, Dad. Go ahead.” “Anyway, this poor fella-he was another African student, wasn’t he? Fresh off the boat. This poor kid must’ve been impressed with the way Barack was holding forth with this pipe, ’cause he asked if he could give it a try. Your dad thought about it for a minute, and finally agreed, and as soon as the fella took his first puff, he started coughing up a fit. Coughed so hard that the pipe slipped out of his hand and dropped over the railing, a hundred feet down the face of the cliff.” Gramps stops to take another nip from his flask before continuing. “Well, now, your dad was gracious enough to wait until his friend stopped coughing before he told him to climb over the railing and bring the pipe back. The man took one peek down this ninety-degree incline and told Barack that he’d buy him a replacement-” “Quite sensibly,” Toot says from the kitchen. (We call my grandmother Tutu, Toot for short; it means “grandparent” in Hawaiian, for she decided on the day I was born that she was still too young to be called Granny.) Gramps scowls but decides to ignore her.

“-but Barack was adamant about getting his pipe back, because it was a gift and couldn’t be replaced. So the fella took another look, and shook his head again, and that’s when your dad picked him clear off the ground and started dangling him over the railing!” Gramps lets out a hoot and gives his knee a jovial slap. As he laughs, I imagine myself looking up at my father, dark against the brilliant sun, the transgressor’s arms flailing about as he’s held aloft. A fearsome vision of justice. “He wasn’t really holding him over the railing, Dad,” my mother says, looking to me with concern, but Gramps takes another sip of whiskey and plows forward. “At this point, other people were starting to stare, and your mother was begging Barack to stop. I guess Barack’s friend was just holding his breath and saying his prayers. Anyway, after a couple of minutes, your dad set the man back down on his feet, patted him on the back, and suggested, calm as you please, that they all go find themselves a beer. And don’t you know, that’s how your dad acted for the rest of the tour-like nothing happened. Of course, your mother was still pretty upset when they got home. In fact, she was barely talking to your dad. Barack wasn’t helping matters any, either, ’cause when your mother tried to tell us what had happened he just shook his head and started to laugh.

‘Relax, Anna,’ he said to her-your dad had this deep baritone, see, and this British accent.” My grandfather tucks his chin into his neck at this point, to capture the full effect. “ ‘Relax, Anna,’ he said. ‘I only wanted to teach the chap a lesson about the proper care of other people’s property!’ ” END EXCEPT

Not one of Ayers better inventions, is it? But it does the 'trick'.

335 posted on 05/29/2012 5:24:28 PM PDT by Fred Nerks (fair dinkum!)
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To: Fred Nerks

Yes indeed, Ayers manages to stuff “Ann” and “Anna” in the little vignette.

100% fiction and if people think there is a grain of truth in it, they are deluding themselves.


358 posted on 05/29/2012 7:07:16 PM PDT by little jeremiah
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