Line about Obama admitting he was born in Mombasa, Kenya is in 2nd article near bottom of this page.

 

Obama Hussein Admits He was mentored by a Communist but People say it does not matter.

When Obama wrote a book and said he was mentored as a youth by Frank
(Frank Marshall Davis, an avowed Communist), people said it didn't matter.

When it was discovered that his grandparents, were strong socialists, sent
Obama's mother to a socialist school, introduced Frank Marshall Davis to
young Obama, people said it didn't matter.

When people found out that he was enrolled as a Muslim child in school and
his father and step-father were both Muslims, people said it didn't
matter.

When he wrote in another book he authored “I will stand with them
(Muslims) should the political winds shift in an ugly direction,” people
said it didn't matter.

When he admittedly, in his book, said he chose Marxist friends and
professors in college, people said it didn't matter.

When he traveled to Pakistan, after college on an unknown national
passport, people said it didn't matter.

When he sought the endorsement of the Marxist party in 1996 as he ran for
the Illinois Senate, people said it doesn't matter.

When he sat in a Chicago Church for twenty years and listened to a
preacher spew hatred for America and preach black liberation theology,
people said it didn't matter.

When an independent Washington organization that tracks senate voting
records, gave him the distinctive title as the "most liberal senator",
people said it didn't matter.

When the Palestinians in Gaza set up a fund raising telethon to raise
money for his election campaign, people said it didn't matter.

When his voting record supported gun control, people said it didn't
matter.

When he refused to disclose who donated money to his election campaign, as
other candidates had done, people said it didn't matter.

When he received endorsements from people like Louis Farrakhan and Mummar
Kadaffi and Hugo Chavez, people said it didn't matter.

When it was pointed out that he was a total newcomer and had absolutely no experience at anything except community organizing, people said it didn't matter.

When he chose friends and acquaintances such as Bill Ayers and Bernadine
Dohrn who were revolutionary radicals, people said it didn't matter.

When his voting record in the Illinois senate and in the U.S. Senate came
into question, people said it didn't matter.

When he refused to wear a flag, lapel pin and did so only after a public
outcry, people said it didn't matter.

When people started treating him as a Messiah and children in schools were
taught to sing his praises, people said it didn't matter.

When he stood with his hands over his groin area for the playing of the
National Anthem and Pledge of Allegiance, people said it didn't matter.

When he surrounded himself in the White House with advisors who were
radical communists, pro gun control, pro abortion, pro homosexual marriage
and wanting to curtail freedom of speech to silence the opposition, people
said it didn't matter.

When he aired his views on abortion, homosexuality and a host of other
issues, people said it didn't matter.

When he said he favors sex education in Kindergarten, including homosexual
indoctrination, people said it didn't matter.

When his background was either scrubbed or hidden and nothing could be
found about him, people said it didn't matter.

When the place of his birth was called into question, and he refused to
produce a birth certificate, people said it didn't matter.

When he had an association in Chicago with Tony Rezco, a man of
questionable character who is now in prison and had helped Obama to a
sweet deal on the purchase of his home, people said it didn't matter.

When it became known that George Soros, a multi-billionaire Marxist, spent
a ton of money to get him elected, people said it didn't matter.

When he started appointing czars that were radicals, revolutionaries, and
even avowed Marxist/Communist, people said it didn't matter.

When he stood before the nation and told us that his intentions were to
"fundamentally transform this nation" into something else, people said it
didn't matter.

When it became known that he had trained ACORN workers in Chicago and
served as an attorney for ACORN, people said it didn't matter.

When he appointed cabinet members and several advisors who were tax cheats
and socialist, people said it didn't matter.

When he appointed a science czar, John Holdren, who believes in forced
abortions, mass sterilizations and seizing babies from teen mothers,
people said it didn't matter.

When he appointed Cass Sunstein as regulatory czar and he believes in
"Explicit Consent", harvesting human organs without family consent, and to allow animals to be represented in court, while banning all hunting, people said it didn't matter.

When he appointed Kevin Jennings, a homosexual, and organizer of a group
called gay, lesbian, straight Education network as safe school czar and it
became known that he had a history of bad advice to teenagers, people said
it didn't matter.

When he appointed Mark Lloyd as diversity czar who believed in curtailing
free speech, taking from one and giving to another to spread the wealth
and admires Hugo Chavez, people said it didn't matter.

When Valerie Jarrett was selected as Obama's senior White House advisor
and she is an avowed Socialist (born in Iran), people said it didn't matter.

When Anita Dunn, White House Communications director said Mao Tse Tung was her favorite philosopher and the person she turned to most for
inspiration, people said it didn't matter.

When he appointed Carol Browner as global warming czar, and she is a well
known socialist working on Cap and Trade as the nations largest tax,
people said it doesn't matter.

When he appointed Van Jones, an ex-con and avowed Communist as green
energy czar, who since had to resign when this was made known, people said
it didn't matter.

When Tom Daschle, Obama's pick for health and human services secretary,
could not be confirmed because he was a tax cheat, people said it didn't
matter.

When as president of the United States, he bowed to the King of Saudi
Arabia and the Emperor of Japan, people said it didn't matter.

When he traveled around the world criticizing America and never once
talked of her greatness, people said it didn't matter.

When his actions concerning the middle-east seemed to support the
Palestinians over Israel, our long time friend, people said it doesn't
matter.

When he took American tax dollars to resettle thousands of Palestinians
from Gaza to the United States, people said it doesn't matter.

When he upset the Europeans by removing plans for a missile defense system
against the Russians, people said it doesn't matter.

When he played politics in Afghanistan by not sending troops the Field
Commanders said we had to have to win, people said it didn't matter.

When he started spending us into a debt that was so big we could not pay
it off, people said it didn't matter.

When he took a huge spending bill under the guise of stimulus and used it
to reward organizations, unions and individuals that got him elected,
people said it didn't matter.

When he took over insurance companies, car companies, banks, etc., people
said it didn't matter.

When he took away student loans from the banks and put it through the
government, people said it didn't matter.

When he designed plans to take over the health care system and put it
under government control, people said it didn't matter.

When he set into motion a plan to take over the control of all energy in
the United States through Cap and Trade, people said it didn't matter.

When he finally completed his transformation of America into a Socialist
State, people finally woke up… but it was too late.

Any one of these things, in and of themselves, does not really matter.
But… when you add them up one by one you get a phenomenal score that
points to the fact that our Obama is determined to make America over into
a Marxist/Socialist society.

All of the items in the preceding paragraphs have been put into place. All can be documented very easily.

Before you disavow this, do an internet search. The last paragraph alone
is not yet cast in stone. You and I will write that paragraph. Will it
read as above or will it be a more happy ending for most of America?
Personally, I like happy endings.

If you are an Obama Supporter, please do not be angry with me because I
think the President of your choice is a socialist, but there are too many
facts supporting this. If you seek the truth you will be richer for it.
Don't just belittle the opposition. Search for the truth. I did.

Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Constitutionalist, Libertarians and
what have you, we all need to pull together. We all must pull together or
watch the demise of a society that we all love and cherish. If you are a
religious person, pray for our nation.

Never before in the history of America have we been confronted with
problems so huge that the very existence of our country is in jeopardy.

Don't rely on most television news and what you read in the newspapers for
the truth. Search the internet. Yes, there is a lot of bad information,
lies and distortions there, too, but you are smart enough to spot the
fallacies.

Newspapers are a dying breed. They are currently seeking a bailout from
the government. Do you really think they are about to print the truth?

Obama praises all the television news networks except Fox against whom he has waged war. There must be a reason. He does not call them down on any
specifics, just a general battle against them. If they lie, he should
call them out on it but he doesn't.

Please, find the truth, it will set you free.

Our biggest enemy is not China, Russia, Iran; no, our biggest enemy is a
contingent of politicians in Washington DC (under Oba-Hussein Khomeini's domination).

AND they are out to destroy America with the Health Care bill which has the following IMMEDIATE tax increases with any benefits starting in four (Congress version) or five years (Senate version)


Impressive - list of new “ObamaCare” taxes. Thanks - Repeal The 17th


Individual Mandate Tax (Page 324/Sec. 1501/$8 bil)

Employer Mandate Tax (Page 348/Sec. 1513/$28 bil)

Excise Tax on Comprehensive Health Insurance Plans (Page 1979/Sec. 9001/$149.1 bil)

Employer Reporting of Insurance on W-2 (Page 1996/Sec. 9002/Min$)

Medicine Cabinet Tax (Page 1997/Sec. 9003/$5 bil)

HSA Withdrawal Tax Hike (Page 1998/Sec. 9004/$1.3 bil)

FSA Cap (Page 1999/Sec. 9005/$14.6 bil)

Corporate 1099-MISC Information Reporting (Page 1999/Sec. 9006/$17.1 bil)

Excise Tax on Charitable Hospitals (page 2001/Sec. 9007/Min$)

Tax on Innovator Drug Companies (Page 2010/Sec. 9008/ $22.2 bil)

Tax of Medical Device Manufacturers (Page 2020/Sec. 9009/$19.3 bil)

Tax on Health Insurers (Page 2026/Sec. 9010/$60.4 bil)

Eliminate tax deduction for employer-provided retirement Rx drug coverage in coordination with Medicare Part D (Page 2034/Sec. 9012/$5.4 bil)

Raise “Haircut” for Medical Itemized Deduction from 7.5% to 10% of AGI (Page 2034/Sec. 9013/$15.2 bil)

$500,000 Annual Executive Compensation Limit for Health Insurance Executives (Page 2035/Sec. 9014/$0.6 bil)

Hike in Medicare Payroll Tax (Page 2040/Sec. 9015/$53.8 bil)

Blue Cross/Blue Shield Tax Hike (Page 2044/Sec. 9016/$0.4 bil)

Tax on Cosmetic Medical Procedures (Page 2045/Sec. 9017/$5.8 bil)

 

I believe I met Barak Obama in Hawaii in 1980 in Honolulu .
Admits he was born in Mombasa, Kenya, raised in Indonesia and wanted to be US president.

Another crappy day in paradise, or The things you see when you ain't got a gun


Hawaii is a wonderful place. My father was stationed there in 1945 or so, working at Wahiawa Naval Communications Station on Oahu . When I joined the Marines in 1977, one of my personal goals was to travel as much as he did, at least try to. I was lucky enough to get stationed in a unit that deployed on ship at least once a year to distant places from the Atlantic Ocean . In 1978, I traveled to northern Europe ; to Germany , Scotland , Norway and Holland .

In 1979, while waiting for the next deployment, this time to the Mediterranean Sea and to Turkey , all of a sudden we were told of orders to Okinawa , another place where my unit had a permanent presence at, Marine Corps Air Station, Futenma. Well, I didn’t want to go to Okinawa , I wanted to go to Turkey ! I wanted the Med, I could get orders to Okinawa , or “The Rock” as we called it anytime in my 4 year tour. So I passed on that deal.

3 days later, Staff Sergeant Day approached our work detail behind S-4 and announced, “Hey, there’s an error, of those 8 billets for Okinawa , 2 of them are for Hawaii !” “I’ll go!” I shouted! Who cared about Turkey when Hawaii was available! Smitty also spoke up and off we went a few months later, to spend 2 years of duty at what is one of the most beautiful places on Earth.

Well, it sure was beautiful, I’ll say that. When I got there, they had a bus take us from the airport in Honolulu to my new base, Marine Corps Air Station, Kaneohe Bay . It was on the northeast side of Oahu , it was the north shore but no one used that term for that side of the island, it was just called K-bay. To get there, we took the Nuuanu Pali Highway , and one of the most pleasant surprises anyone can get in early November is to drive up the Pali and go through the mountain in daylight.

The view was breathtaking, on my right was a sheer wall of green mountain and grey rock, the road cut into the mountain like in some Swiss Alps scene or some place in the Andes, and to my left was an open expanse and a drop of almost 1000 feet to the basin of a crater, long ago filled in with green vegetation, homes, telephone lines and all the modern accoutrements of the late 20th century, only you didn’t see any of that.

All you saw was the green mountains
towering up, 1800 feet I was told to the summit, jagged but grass covered, almost vertical, sloping sharply down to almost the bottom and then becoming the basin where life began on that side of the island. All of us new guys screamed in delight, literally, excited to the beauty of it all while those who had been stationed there for a while laughed and smiled at our astonishment, knowing that is how they reacted their first time.

Hawaii was not such a friendly place as it was beautiful. In fact, on the 15th and 30th of every month, it was downright dangerous for servicemen especially if you were not a Marine. We all heard the stories; the Hawaiian locals hated us, the haoles, and hated Black Americans, pupuas, even more. Marines had a reputation that most likely they had to outnumber you 10 to one before you got attacked. Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen didn’t have it so lucky; they got outnumbered 2 or 3 on one right away. If you saw a pack of Hawaiian men about age 20 or so, you left the sidewalk.

Back then, Marines were the only service to wear their hair the way men wear their hair commonly today: short, cropped, and high and tight. All the other branches allowed longer hair so Marines stood out. Plus, I was 6’4” since I was 16 and looked like a solid Marine in those days, I broke up fights between locals and servicemen, not once was I ever attacked, even 10 to one.

Most of our days, when we had liberty, we would go to the local beaches. It was such a spoiler, growing up in Connecticut, to me the beach was Barkhampstead, some lake, a gorge in Granby called Enders, and if someone had a car, we took the 2 hour drive to Misquamicut, Rhode Island, to swim in the ocean. My family rented a cottage each year in Cape Cod , sometimes for 2 weeks at a time each summer. It was heaven to be there those short times. But to live in Hawaii ? The beach was everywhere!

Honolulu was a rarity, when we went to the big city, we mostly didn’t go unless it was payday night because we just didn’t make money like civilians did. In 1980, I was making $679 a month as a Corporal, and that aint a lot in a place that charged $150 a night for a hotel room in the days of Jimmy Carter’s malaise. But, we did go, spent all our money, dated the tourist girls from Canada who seemed to love Marines. I guess our perpetual tans and fit physiques helped a little.

In the service, there are some strange experiences you can go through. I met a few people who I never would have had a chance to meet; some of that good, some of that bad. I met the son of G. Gordon Liddy on board the USS Okinawa in 1980 when we were heading to Iran .

My ship was part of the 31st Marine Amphibious Unit, deployed in January 1980 from Pearl Harbor as normal, and once in Subic Bay , Philippines , President Jimmy Carter announced what is now called, “The Carter Doctrine”. As I remember it, some group of men were standing near the port side of the hanger deck, just milling around near some open hatchway, and I noticed they were inspecting some military equipment, don’t remember what, but I saw this person’s name written on his trousers, “LIDDY”

Gordon Liddy was the chief of what was called the ‘Plumbers” in the Nixon White House. During the Watergate scandal, many secrets of the Nixon administration were revealed, most of them known to be performed by both political parties, but, the media wanted to show support for the democrats and every slight that could be connected to Nixon was done and G. Gordon Liddy was questioned before Congress. Liddy balked and refused to rat out his friends and associates! Liddy manned up, admitted nothing, and was found guilty anyways and sent to jail.

So, I find myself standing next to a 6’2” man about 28 or so with the name LIDDY on his trousers, and I asked him, “Hey, are you related to Gordon Liddy?” His answer surprised me totally, “Yes, that's my father”. The likeness was now apparent and unmistakable and since then, I have read how one of his sons was a Navy SEAL at that time, so, that is who I met. What was embarrassing for me, was I was struck, he was among the famous persons I met while in the Corps, I commented how his dad never ratted anyone out, and he said, “No, He didn’t”. I was filled with wonder at meeting him and I told him that it felt like I was talking to a celebrity. That didn’t go over too well, his face changed it’s stoic expression to one of , “You’re annoying me” and a blonde man next to me spoke up, “Uh, You’re talking to my Lieutenant here…”

Well, that proved embarrassing, so I quickly apologized and stepped back, I honestly didn’t know he was an officer and wouldn’t have spoken up otherwise, but the blonde guy stood next to me after I stepped back, sort of like watching me. I remarked how that must happen a lot, but the blonde guy said no, it didn’t. I took that as a hint and about faced after another quick apology.

I met a few people who were in the papers that year. Before we left Hawaii , while our ship was taking on Marines and equipment in Pearl Harbor , the NFL had its first PRO-BOWL game in Hawaii and the players were given a tour of Pearl and I happened to see them and summoned up my courage to ask for autographs. I got some from Bob Baumhour, Randy Logan, Walter Peyton, Bob Smith, Joe Lavender and one other whose name escapes me. That was a thrill, I still have the dollar bill they signed.

But the next man I want to speak of is the most important of all. And I want to express here, what I am about to tell you, I believe with all sincerity and truthfulness. I am making nothing up here, except maybe a few words to keep a written dialog in readable form, but I believe I met Barak Obama in Hawaii in 1980 in Honolulu .

It was after we had come home from that float. The rescue attempt had happened in Iran . My squadron was flying search and rescue the day the aircraft left the USS Nimitz on the afternoon of April 24, 1980 in the Arabian Sea . After the mission was aborted and the crash happened, our ship had set sail to Mombassa for liberty.

The ship spent 4 days in Mombassa, but due to some Marines stealing a radio, I was a brig guard for the month and only had 2 days ashore. I made time to go on a short safari in the Tsavo East National park, seeing elephants and hippos in the wild, some gazelles, water buffalo, some large birds and one particular lizard the size of a German Shepard that I held up for everyone to take pictures of while it lazed about in the daytime sun. Why it didn’t bite me, I can only thank God.

While back in Hawaii by late June of 1980, we went back to Honolulu for liberty. I don’t remember the exact address, or the exact business, but one August night, early August 1980, I stopped at a small shop that was either on Kalakaua Blvd or the street just north of it, one block north. I struck up a conversation with a young man, Mulatto, about 18, all teeth, smiling, skinny, short hair that I remember, at least short for the year we lived in.

He told me he lived in Hawaii . Not too many black Americans lived in Hawaii at all, now or then, so he being there was an oddity. I asked if he was in the service and he said no. I told him that I was a Marine and had recently gotten back from float. We spoke of world travel at this time and I told him the places we went to.

What strikes me most is what he said as to where he grew up: Indonesia . He told me he wanted to be President of the US someday. I remember lightly smiling and commenting that maybe by the time he gets to be 40 or so, America will be ready for a Black man to be President and I wished him luck. We spoke of the racial tensions I saw at home while growing up and I asked him if he ever saw that overseas or since he returned back to Hawaii . I don’t remember his answer, but we spoke more of his time overseas and his thoughts on life and philosophy of government. He made some strange comments to me, it was obvious he never set foot for any time on continental United States and I told him he better realize that he is making judgments about the United States when he himself never actually lived there. I told him, “ Hawaii ain't the United States !”

He also told me something that I never forgot, for it caused me to do some other things in an effort to be nice to him and possibly a favor. We spoke of where I had been and the world as I saw it. I told him I had been to Africa , Mombassa specifically, and he said to me abruptly, “I was born there”. I told him he is not eligible to be president if that was true, but I remembered he said his mom was an American, so, maybe it was okay. But it was what I did after that makes this a true memory: I went back to the barracks and told others of this guy and suggested we all grab our photo albums and visit him again and show him pictures of Mombassa so he could see where he was from.

No one wanted to go, and at that time, my camera had failed the weeks before we hit Mombassa and it was late August or early September until I had borrowed someone else’s pictures to develop myself so I had copies of where I was. But I never forgot meeting that man for those reasons. I was going to do him a favor and show him his home country of birth. And I never went back for some reason, most likely I forgot to or just felt that a one time chance encounter would be meaningless to both of us and didn’t mean we were friends.

In the light of what is called “The Birther” movement, these memories are still foremost in my mind concerning this. While I cannot swear it was Barak Obama, all the details I do remember of that chance encounter fit the profile of the man who some people claim is born in Kenya and others claim he was born in Hawaii . The man I met was about 18, thin, Mulatto, told me he was born in Mombassa, raised overseas, was living in Hawaii and hadn’t yet been to many places in the world outside of those places, mostly, hadn’t been to the mainland of America for any long time period if at all. And he openly told me he wanted to be President.

And I remember that face, the face of a young man who sat on a table to my right front, his hands resting on the edge of the table, him leaning forward, his smile, all teeth. It was Barak Obama. I don’t know if I’d bet my life on it, but I am willing to tell people openly at the risk of my ridicule. I was there, and saw him, spoke to him, and he openly told me he was born in Mombassa Kenya , not Hawaii .

Does it matter? Of course it does. It should not have to be explained as to why it matters.

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