By Selwyn Duke

When analyzing Barack Obama’s electoral success a few years back, I pointed out that there was more than white guilt at work. He was, quite frankly, what every good little liberal had always been looking for. Sure, he was “black,” using that old bigoted “one-drop” standard, which, curiously, has been embraced by modern black activists. But more specifically he was half black, with Kenyan pedigree, half white and bore an exotic name. He was mentored by a Marxist, mothered by an atheist (when Momma Dunham was actually around), lived in Indonesia and Hawaii, had Muslim influence and black-church conscience. An attorney and the first black president of the Harvard Law Review, he was purportedly an intellectual.

Obama was well-traveled and thus, by leftist lights, broad and sophisticated; having put down roots in Chicago’s black community, he was also grounded. Heck, his mother even had a boy’s first name (Stanley) before “sex” was “gender” and gender was whatever you wanted it to be. He was a multiculturalist’s dream, a Democrat’s 2008 electoral fantasy. A politically active socialist with the soul of Van Gogh couldn’t have drawn him up better if the candidate had been a composite.

What we couldn’t fully know in 2008, however, is that everything about Obama seems a composite fabrication. With Mr. Barack Barry Hussein Soetoro Obama (PBUH), nothing is as it seems.

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