The Golden Dawn

A very interesting article on the Golden Dawn in Greece. I don’t know enough to say whether the organization is as awful as the Guardian portrays it, but even if it is I find its rise food for thought. I’ve always thought that the elite’s hate-speech laws and stifling of legitimate opposition to their “progressive” agenda would inevitably produce more and more reaction, ultimately ending in the generation of genuinely extremist groups, as more and more people become disheartened at their inability to be heard: human societies are like any living organism, and produce anti-bodies to invaders. In Greece this seems to have indeed happened. It is not surprising that their ire is directed mostly at immigrants: most of these are Muslim, and are unassimilable. Muslim groups do not join other societies; instead thet either take them over, or are destroyed.


Would Obama do this just to be re-elected?

If true, this will be a new low point for the Obama administration.  He knows full well how worthless this agreement would be.  The Iranians would get invaluable relief from sanctions, and we would get nothing of enduring value:  just a worthless promise to cut back a little on enriching uranium.  The Iranian government is unlikely to keep their word, and if they did, the pause is only temporary.  I wonder if Obama is naive enough to believe this, or if he doesn’t care?

After all,  it might get Obama re-elected.. He hopes.

Where has Frank Davis gone?

A very strange thing has happened: all reference to Frank Marshall Davis, Obama’s childhood mentor, has gone from the audio version of his book. This makes no sense, unless there is something here Obama does not want to emphasize. I suppose it might be this. I wonder if we’ll ever be allowed to know?

We cannot make Muslims Democrats

While I am certainly going to vote for Mitt Romney — I would probably vote for Donald Duck over Obama — I am depressed to see Romney repeating again the same exhausted memes about foreign policy. There are a number of simple truths, and I wish Romney knew these:

(1) We cannot make Muslim countries democratic, for Islam does not sanction democracy, and what Islam does not sanction has no hope in these countries

(2) We should stop wasting our time in Afghanistan and withdraw to let the Afghanis kill one another in peace.

(3) There is no hope of a Palestinian state living in peace with Israel, and we should give up on the useless peace “process” on which we have wasted so much time, and give our full efforts to supporting our one friend in the Middle East, Israel.

(4) We should give up hope in moderate Muslims. They exist in small numbers but have no power or influence.

(5) We should stop trying to make nice with Muslim organizations, which as a group are dishonest with us and have only one goal, a Muslim state. All else is subordinated to that.

(6) We should ban Muslim immigration to the US, lest we end up with the fifth columns we are starting to see in Europe.

Now, I am well aware that anyone who advocated these things would be ripped apart in the press as a racist and extremist. But preserving a free democratic culture is not extremism to my mind: I’d call it common sense.

As always, Diana West says it so much better than I can.

The Lucky Man Called Obama

I was mulling over why Obama did so badly last night in his debate with Romney. Then I saw this quote from James Taranto:

“What we saw last night was the real Obama–a bright but incurious and inexperienced man who four years ago was promoted well beyond his level of competency. The Obama that guys like Matthews and Sullivan expected instead was a character in a fairy tale–a fairy tale written by guys like Matthews and Sullivan.

When I think of what we’ve been allowed to know about Obama, this seems only too true. Raking together the scraps of Obama’s life we’ve been given, it seems obvious that he was an indifferent student in junior and high school. He went to Punahou, one of the most exclusive schools in Hawai’i, but on a scholarship for needy, not meritorious, students. While there he was a C or C- student. It is a mystery how he then got into Columbia, but one would guess it must have been through affirmative action, for his grades could never have done it. Judging by the one essay we have seen from Columbia, his writing was terrible and sophomoric, so a similar mystery surrounds his admission to Harvard. His time at Harvard law school is oddly bare of any sterling academic writing, which is surprising, since he became president of the Harvard Law Review. But the single article he seems to have written (a review of fetal rights) was workmanlike and nothing more. But then, that post was a popularity contest, not a sign of intellectual ability. He seems to have done well in the end here: he graduated magna cum laude. In his time as an adjunct at Chicago, he published not a single law review article, but managed to get heavily involved in community organizing and politics, and rose rapidly in this area.

What do we have from all this? Three things first of all. One is that Obama was articulate. Another is that he had style enough to become politically effective. The third is that he had a great deal of ambition. If he had lacked any of these qualities, he could hardly have been a good politician.

But the most important thing he had was luck. He was lucky in the place he was born and the expensive schools he went to, for clearly he did not get there because of his brilliance.

It seems he was lucky in another way as well, then: he was black.

He was incredibly lucky in that the media so took to him, surrounding him with a bubble of protection, built by their worship of what seems to be a liberal ideal. He seemed perfect to show all the racists that an African American could do anything, as if he marched to a black version of “I am woman”. They built a fantasy of someone who only partially existed: a brilliant, articulate, multitalented, super-competent black man who would become the greatest president the USA had ever had. And to achieve that, they ignored every single thing that could harm him, every detail that intruded on their dream, every thing that detracted from him. They ignored all that he hid of his life. And, worst of all, they ignored the utter lack of experience he had in running anything, let alone the government of the USA.

But the truth is that Obama is not brilliant. He’s black. And he’s lucky.

But luck always runs out some time. It ran out last night. We saw the real Obama as the fantasy was smashed by Romney’s rhetoric: an articulate, once-lucky, not very competent person who really isn’t that good at what he’s tried to do.

What is going on with Islam?

Stephen Coughlin is an expert on Islamic terrorism, and if you want to understand more about what is going on at this very moment in the Middle East, these videos are well worth reading. Note that this man predicted the attacks that US embassies have just suffered. These are rather long; but unlike so many other postings, you will learn a great deal by spending the time on them.

Here are the videos.

Obama’s Family Secret: Perhaps now we know why Obama did so much to hide his birth certificate.

I’ve been puzzled for a number of years why Obama has gone to such lengths to hide his birth certificate. There’s no question but that he has done this, in my mind. He fought against making it public for years; and when things reached such a peak that he could no longer resist, he produced, with great fanfare, what he claimed was a scan of his so called “Long form” Birth Certificate. The problem is that this is an image that has clearly been tampered with, as experts have demonstrated. It is not, then, his genuine certificate.

The most common explanation for why this was done, one advocated by the so-called “Birthers”, is that Obama was actually born in Kenya, and is thus not qualified to be President of the United States.

I personally have never found this credible. It requires too many complicated actions on the part of the actors in this story, and there’s no evidence that Obama’s mother ever went near Kenya at this time. So I believe he was definitely born in the USA. But I have always been convinced that Obama was hiding something, something that he saw as very damaging to his career, and the birth certificate provided the evidence for it. That was why it was being suppressed.

We have not seen the genuine birth certificate to this day, and probably never will: it would not surprise me to learn that it had somehow been permanently lost. But I do think that we might now have an explanation, in a new film called “Dreams from My Real Father”, directed by Joel Gilbert, for what he was trying to hide.

In his book “Dreams from my Father” Obama mentions a man called “Frank” numerous times, and the London Telegraph has confirmed that this was a man called Frank Marshall Davis. In the 1940’s he moved from the mainland to Hawai’i, where he remained until his death in 1987. Davis knew Stanley Dunham, Obama’s grandfather for years, very well indeed in fact, as Dawna Weatherly-Williams affirms in the Telegraph article. “They’d play Scrabble and drink and crack jokes and crack jokes and argue. Frank always won and he was always very braggadocio about it too. It was all jocular. They didn’t get polluted drunk. And Frank never really did drugs, though he and Stan would smoke pot together.”

According to Mrs Weatherly-Williams Davis met Obama when he was 10 years old. Thereafter, they came to know each other well, for Davis became Obama’s mentor and counselor.

In his film Joel David offers an interesting hypothesis: Frank Davis Marshall was Obama’s real father. The elder Obama married Ann Dunham to cover up the relationship. And, very probably, Obama’s original birth certificate lists Davis as his father.

This seems quite credible. As the Telegraph article notes, David often had sex with white women, even boasting that “the number of white babes interested in at least one meeting with a Negro male has been far more than I can handle”. He married one of these “white babes”, in fact, Helen Canfield, who gave him a number of children. And meeting Ann Stanley Dunham would have been easy for Davis: she was at the University of Hawai’i at the time she fell pregnant, and Davis often hosted UH students. As Davis himself notes in his book Livin’ the Blues: Memoirs of a Black Journalist and Poet (pp 327-8):

“My neighbors were young men and women mainly from the mainland between eighteen and twenty-five years old, here on vacation or to attend the University of Hawaii. For the most part, they were from California, with a few from as far away as Maine and Florida. In addition there were others from South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, Canada, the Caribbean, Samoa, Tonga, and the other islands of the South Pacific. Hippies were still numerous, but the majority I thought of as members of the Now Generation. My relationships and experiences were so interesting and fantastic I detailed them, along with my three trips to the mainland in 1973 and 1974 to read my poetry, in a separate tome entitled “That Incredible Waikiki Jungle.”

What immediately impressed me about these young Americans, by far the numerical majority and most of them meeting for the first time in Hawaii, was their warm camaraderie and my ability to communicate on their own terms with no hint of a generation gap. Virtually all the young brothers consorted with ofay chicks (at least 80 percent of them longhaired blondes), and the sisters were affiliated with white boys. Occasionally a brother, a honky lad, and two white girls rented quarters together. Young blacks in bountiful Afros and wearing dashikis crashed in pads rented by ofays they never knew before; occasionally I permitted young white girls to sleep overnight on my floor. I saw no signs of racial hangups; these were all members of the Now Generation associating with whom they liked and color be damned.”

If Davis was indeed Obama’s father, however, why hide it? The answer is very simple. Davis was a rabid communist and a pornographer as well. Indeed, he was very likely a Soviet agent. He is not the kind of man you would want as your father. And you emphatically would not want him as your father if you were aspiring to be a rising politician, let alone President of the United States.

When I first encountered this hypothesis I felt towards it an immediate instinctual rejection. But what is remarkable about it is that the more you consider it, the more likely it seems to get. We know that there exist numerous nude and fetish pictures of Obama’s mother, Stanley Ann Dunham. These are odd indeed. How and where were these taken, and by whom? Why would a middle-class girl allow these to be taken? Gilbert has an explanation. He argues persuasively in his film that these were taken by Davis during their affaire, when she was one month pregnant with Obama.

In addition, Gilbert’s thesis helps explains another oddity that has deeply puzzled me. There is a picture posted on the Obama Facebook site which has clearly been doctored. If you look below, you will see that Stanley Ann Dunham’s right hand is, remarkably, that of a black man, not a white woman. Even if one ignores its color, it is clearly much too large a hand for it to be hers. A black man was airbrushed out here.

Who was this black man? Well, a reasonable hypothesis is that it was Frank Marshall Davis.

Obama family black man's hand

Am I fully convinced by all of this that Frank Marshall Davis was Obama’s father? No, not entirely. But I think the evidence is starting to grow quite strong that this may in fact be so. It helps to make sense of so many odd facts: why Obama is so secretive about his birth records; why a picture was airbrushed to remove a black man; why Ann Dunham posed for pornographic pictures; why Davis was his mentor.

It also provides a basis for Obama’s life which is quite enlightening. If this relationship is real, he grew up in an environment where there existed a deep family secret. I have no idea when he found this out, but my guess, considering his close relationship with Davis, is that it was quite early. People who are trained to family secrets tend to become secretive by nature. And if ever there is a man who wants to keep his life secret, it is Obama, for he has made sure that we know only what he tells us, and that his records are carefully sequestered. We know nothing about his records at Columbia or at Harvard; and his dealings in Chicago are shrouded in mystery. There is something fundamentally hidden about the man.

But you can make your own judgment about him. See for yourself.

Selling weapons to the Muslim Brotherhood?

And now Obama is about to sell tanks to the Muslim Brotherhood’s government of Egypt. How, I wonder, did we become so suicidal? I have a feeling that it’s because we feel so secure that we have no concerns that we could harm ourselves by our actions.

Executive Order or Presidential Decree?

Obama has been issuing one Executive Order after another, overriding the clear will of the legislation passed by Congress. When the word “work” as defined the legislation can be redefined as something that clearly is not work at all, what can a President not do? The separation of powers is under serious attack, and no one seems to care a great deal. But this is how tyranny is born.

The New York Times biased? How surprising.

Somehow, I really don’t think this will be at all surprising to most people. Only those whose opinions match those of the New York Times would even question this. But it is nevertheless interesting that even the Public Editor of the paper sees it as biased towards the progressive viewpoint.