It’s another mockumentary.
It’s a mockumentary that works however, a mockumentary that does exactly what it was designed to do; it replaces Malcolm X as father in the minds of some members of the public with Frank Marshall Davis.
And for that, Stanley Ann Dunham has to be the model. The fact that she isn’t, is not going to reach the public who have bought the Gilbert story. Neither are they going to know that a four story building in Vineyard Street isn’t a family home miles away, and FMD didn’t live there until 1957.
They will have seen the sailor with the flashlight identified as a uniformed member of an Hawaii vice squad - with the caption that identifies the people as being arrested for alleged illegal gambling/drinking at 2994 Kalihi.
And the sad part of it is, there are members of FR who are either too blind to read a street sign, or are only too happy to go along with Joel Gilbert’s filth.
It’s another mockumentary.In the wake of the poor-quality projects on Paul and Elvis comes strike three on FMD.
Logical consistency would dictate a no-talent would be the right fit for another homage to a real nowhere man.
A no-talent takes a man not DBA OBAMA's father, a woman not DBA OBAMA's mother or nanny, a place not frequented by either character and creates a tale as groundless as the standard sausage of BHO and SAD.
There is something to hide: Cora Weiss invented an airlift for a man who hadn't been in Kenya for years to get to a woman not to be in Hawail for years, all to be finessed by Ayers whose work is criticized by Maraniss who puts his subject with girlfriends via an air pump.
Enter a hoaxer whose flop is "satire."
Satire isn't the genre if Elvis is dead, Paul is alive, and DBA OBAMA isn't the product of a giant-joweled Commie and a burlesque Betty Boop from a redlight club in the Twilight Zone.