You don’t have to care about where President Obama was born (and I don’t, it’s utterly moot) to find it newsworthy that he and his sponsors and handlers are and long have been (newest dateline, 1991) willing to endlessly, shamelessly reinvent and embellish and erase and manufacture and manipulate and falsify the Barack persona, to suit whatever their purposes for seduction and advantage happen to be at the time.
Twenty-one years ago, we now learn, they were rolling out the “counterfeit Kenyan,” as James Taranto of WSJ calls him in a perceptive piece that credits the Hawaiian birth and likens the young Obama’s exotic-ethnicity claim to Elizabeth Warren’s embarrassment over her fractional (or faux) Cherokee ancestry. This originated with a Breitbart scoop reported by Drudge.
Where the shape-shifting scam has NOT been reported – surprise – is by any of the big media, not even Fox, in over 48 hours since the story broke on Thursday afternoon. Uncertainty about Obama’s origins has become such a taboo subject that polite journalism won’t touch it, even when his own people’s claims (there’s also a video of Michelle calling Kenya her husband’s “homeland”) turn out to be one source of that uncertainty.
No matter what, the display of bad form is imputed not to the tricksters-at-first but to the uncouth inquirers who object to the trick and exclaim “What the?”
As the kid on the playground explained after the teacher broke up a fight: “It all started when he hit me back.”
The same crazy-making incuriosity by major media, with a blatant double standard in Obama’s favor, is on display in recent stories sanctimoniously throwing the race flag on Romney supporters who want voters to consider why Barack went along for decades with a pastor like Jeremiah Wright who again and again DID throw the race flag.
But did the teenage Mitt Romney haze a schoolmate on one occasion? Now that’s worth 10,000 words in the Washington Post. Whereas the teenage Barry Soetero’s drug use and self-admitted bullying wouldn’t be of interest to “our readers,” don’t you know?
