That Barack Obama is not the author of his own autobiography should at least be common knowledge to anyone who comes to this site. I have discussed this myself in a previous post and I will repeat it here since when I mentioned writing Dreams from my Father as part of Bill Ayer’s cv, there seemed to be some dissent. His life story as told by himself was Obama’s only qualification for office so it should be understood that he had and still has absolutely no qualifications for president whatsoever. If you would like to hear it from the person who picked up this fraud, you can go here. What follows below is my own previous post repeated.

Only if you depend on the New York Times for your news would you be unaware that Barack Obama did not write his Dreams From My Father. It was written by Bill Ayers, that “someone in the neighbourhood”, that ex-Weatherman terrorist, who actually knows how to stitch three coherent sentences together on his own. That Dreams was literally the only qualification Obama had for the job of President, it should be clear just how hopelessly off centre the American political system has become. The prime responsibility for this lies with the American media who are more like Bill Ayers in their thoughts than they are like someone of the actual mainstream of American society.

Another book has just been published by one David Maraniss, of The Washington Post of all things, that make it almost certain that Dreams is a concoction of fantasies and lies. The book, Barack Obama: The Story, “documents the many ways — some very small, a few large — in which Mr. Obama’s youthfully constructed narrative appears to be contradicted by the people and events in his life.” It is a scandal that ought to be gigantic but will, like much else about the President, be suppressed. Still, in being by who it is and being as prominent as it is, the book is chipping away at the President’s credibility. And there is more coming out every day, drip by drip.

What did surprise me when the first pre-publication revelation from the book was made about Obama’s Australian girlfriend, was that no one to my knowledge has ever bothered to interview her to ask her for some additional detail. Especially since Obama’s girlfriend in Dreams is anyway a “composite”, it would, you think, have actually been interesting to know some true details about Obama, especially since the fictional account of this composite girlfriend is actually a description of Bill Ayer’s own true love, Diana Oughton, who blew herself up while putting a bomb together back in the 1970s.