I suppose this would be a good time to explain what (if anything) I am intending to do with this thread.
I am intending to post information (from time to time) which calls into question the official narrative of the Obama Saga. Everything about the man's origins and life experience has a whiff of deceit about it, and as a result it is very difficult (for me and others) to accept anything which comes from Him and his cronies at face value. The only people looking into his past and his documents are "the crazies" and they keep finding interesting but not always compelling things.
A theory is no substitute for irrefutable facts. (Shout out to Science methodology.) As facts are continuously uncovered, they can fill in another piece of the puzzle, and perhaps one day a picture of objective reality can emerge, and it may in fact be what has been asserted all along. Or it may not. However, Barring some sort of bombshell piece of information, this issue is only of interest as an intellectual puzzle, and will have no impact on his election prospects.
In other words, just for curiosity and kicks.
Here is what is purported to be an excerpt from the book "
Fugitive Days" written by
Bill Ayers of Weather Underground and friend of Obama fame.
After the Baltimore fiasco, stealing ID was forbidden. Instead we began to build ID sets around documents as flimsy as a fishing license or a laminated card available in a Times Square novelty shop called “Official ID.” We soon figured out that the deepest and most foolproof ID had a government-issued Social Security card at its heart, and the best source of those were dead-baby birth certificates. I spent impious days over the next several months tramping through rural cemeteries in Iowa and Wisconsin, Illinois and North Dakota,searching for those sad little markers of people born between 1940 and 1950 who had died between 1945 and 1955. The numbers were surprising: two in one graveyard, a cluster of fourteen in another. Those poor souls had typically been issued birth certificates—available to us at any county courthouse for a couple of bucks and a simple form with information I could copy from the death announcement at the archive of the local paper—but they had never applied for a Social Security card.
Collecting those birth certificates became a small industry, and within a year we had over a hundred. For years I was a paper-made Joseph Brown, and then an Anthony Lee, remarkably durable identities. My on-paper official residences: a transient hotel in San Francisco and a warehouse in New York.
Playing games with birth certificates? Obama would never have any part of such an enterprise.
‘What all the wise men promised has not happened, and what all the damned fools said would happen has come to pass.’
— Lord Melbourne —