"They tell you a beautiful story--it isn't the truth, but it is beautiful nonetheless."
Once upon a time there was a little high school girl aged seventeen from Kansas, and she was seduced by an old coloured man in Hawaii, a communist journalist who took erotic photographs of her, which he sold to porno websites and magazines, and when she became pregnant to him, they packed her off to Kenya to have the baby and lied and said that a foreign student from the village of Kogelo was the father, all to protect the old pervert journalist and her Bank Vice President mother. And they named the boy after the kenyan, who went to Harvard and didn't know about it all until he received divorce papers in 1964, on which he discovered that some child had been named after him...and now that little boy is President of the United States of America.
How is that for a beautiful story that isn't true?