I have mentioned before, Jack Cashill’s charge that Wm. Ayers ghost-wrote Obama’s first book. Apparently more and more evidence is accumulating. In a piece entitled “London Times inquires about ‘Dreams’ fraud,” he starts with:
When historians tell the story of the 2008 election a century hence, they will tell how the ABETTO factor – A Blind Eye To The Obvious – finally undid America’s once proud journalism establishment.
Then he goes on to discuss the professional studies being conducted that confirm his suspicion, and are being ignored by the MSM, although the London Times is now digging into the matter. Among others he has discussed in earlier pieces available on WND, he offers two new passages that seem pretty conclusive to me:
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from a Boston-area writer and composer, Jay Spencer, who suggested some other parallels between Obama’s “Dreams” and Ayers’ books that had evaded me. They smack even the casual reader in the face.
Remember that the young Ayers served as a merchant seaman, and although he has tried to put his ocean-going days behind him, the language of the sea will not let him go.
“I realized that no one else could ever know this singular experience,” Ayers writes of his maritime adventures. Yet curiously, much of this same nautical language flows through Obama’s earth-bound memoir.
Although there are no literal sea experiences in “Dreams,” the following words, incredibly enough, appear in both “Dreams” and in Ayers’ work: fog, mist, ships, seas, boats, oceans, calms, captains, charts, first mates, storms, streams, wind, waves, barges, horizons, ports, panoramas, moorings, tides, currents, and things howling, fluttering, knotted, ragged, tangled and murky.
This is well beyond coincidence. By contrast, only the words “current” and “tide” appear in my own semi-memoir on race, “Sucker Punch.”
Not surprisingly, two of the more conspicuous parallel structures that Spencer discovered involve elements that intrigue Ayers – water and language.
Writes Ayers in his memoir “Fugitive Days”: “The debates swam above and around and through us. … The confrontation in the [Student Union] flowed like a swollen river in to the teach-in, carrying me along the cascading waters from room to room, hall to hall, bouncing off boulders.”
Writes Obama in “Dreams”: “I heard all our voices begin to run together, the sound of three generations tumbling over each other like the currents of a slow-moving stream, my questions like rocks roiling the water, the breaks in memory separating the currents, but always the voices returning to that single course, a single story.”
I would bet my house against Obama’s mailbox that the gifted writer Ayers wrote both these passages.
Now, note the rhythm, cadence and layered structure of the following two excerpts, both dealing with waves.
Writes Ayers in “A Kind And Just Parent”: “The hard ground is frozen through, the wintry waves upswept – all white and frosty – transposed in midcrash from furious motion to arctic glass. A fading, fragile sun offers no heat and precious little light to our dark smudge of a city nestled between Lake Michigan and the vast, flat plains stretching westward.”
Writes Obama in “Dreams”: “The trembling blue plane of the Pacific. The moss-covered cliffs and the cool rush of Manoa Falls, with its ginger blossoms and high canopies filled with the sounds of invisible birds. The North Shore’s thunderous waves, crumbling as if in a slow-motion reel. The shadows off Pali’s peaks; the sultry scented air.”
No one who has seen Obama’s earlier writing or paid heed to his casual speech could make a serious case that Obama wrote either of these passages.
What is truly “bizarre” – no, disgraceful – is that the major media are not all over this story. Thank you, London Times, for at least listening.
Indeed. Sooner or later, Obamarx will piss off the press, and they will embarrass him with all the little details like this that they buried to help get him elected. ◄Dave►