Almost on the same level as Obama’s fishy birth certificate is his fishy authorship of his fishy life story.
Here is Thomas Lifson writing at American Thinker yesterday:
Google, which sits atop more data than anybody outside the NSA, is presenting Bill Ayers as the author of Barack Obama’s purported first autobiography, Dreams from My Father. Follow this link and see it while you can. If it is gone by the time you read this, a screen shot of the page, and a close-up on the Dreams entry are provided for posterity.
Google knows so much about us already that privacy activists are alarmed. What data are its algorithms sifting through to come to the conclusion that yes, the stylistic parallels to Ayers’ other books are formidable and Barry never showed any sign of an ability to write this way before or after, and yes, Christopher Anderson’s friendly biography includes the information that Obama found himself deeply in debt and “hopelessly blocked.” At “Michelle’s urging,” Obama “sought advice from his friend and Hyde Park neighbor Bill Ayers.”
So the company that supposedly knows more about us than we know ourselves also knows who wrote Dreams from My Father.
Check it all out here (see links)!
I know readers here at PTPR already ask—who is that man living in the White House? But, seriously, read those books and wonder in amazement that voters elected this guy (whoever he is!).