President Frank Marshall Davis Obama!!

". . . And the conspiracy was strong . . ." (II Samuel 15:12).

There was one exception, a poet named Frank who lived in a dilapidated house in a run-down section of Waikiki. He had enjoyed some modest notoriety once, was a contemporary of Richard Wright and Langston Hughes during his years in Chicago—Gramps once showed me some of his work anthologized in a book of black poetry. But by the time I met Frank he must have been pushing eighty, with a big, dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with Gramps out of an emptied jelly jar. As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks. Eventually the conversation would turn to laments about women. (Obama, Dreams from My Father, pp. 76-77).

My old man, Sam Davis floated into town from some place in the state of Arkansas. An itinerant barber and musician (he blew baritone horn, undoubtedly with a heavy seasoning of the blues), he met and married my mother, fathered me, hung around long enough to see what he and God had wrought, then drifted on. They were divorced before I was a year old, and I've never heard of him since. For all I know, the old boy played similar gigs in several towns, and I may be related to a lot of other people never heard of.
I was Mother's first and last child. Possibly I discouraged her, for when I was two she left with a white family for California to work as their maid for a couple of years. Since Aunt Hattie had already split the ho-hum prairie scene for Kansas City where there was more action, that left my care and feeding to Mrs. Amanda Porter, my great-grandmother.(Davis, Livin' the Blues, p. 7).

During the summer of 1948, Helen read an article in a woman's magazine describing how it was to live in Hawaii. She put it down, turned to me, and wondered wistfully if Hawaii was as wonderful as it seemed. I suggested we investigate. We decided to go there in December and stay two or three months, long enough to miss the worst of another Chicago winter; if we liked it, we would live there permanently. Meanwhile in the next few months I tried to learn all I could about Paradise through the Hawaii Visitors Bureau, Hawaiian magazines, Honolulu newspapers, and the National Geographic. When I learned the islands were free of snakes, I was automatically sold. Carefully, we packed our most prized possessions, our record collection, in cartons and stored them. (Davis, Livin' the Blues, p. 311).

That was the explanation for the move to Hawaii according to Mr. Davis....The real TRUTH is that he was a secret FBI agent and was assigned to Hawaii.

I first drew FBI attention when I joined with others in speaking my mind back in 1937 when the League of American Writers published the booklet, Writers Take Sides. Undoubtedly, a huge dossier was compiled on me because of my activities during World War II. When I left Chicago for Hawaii in 1948, I am confident this dossier arrived as soon as I did. Undoubtedly Honolulu agents were told to watch my every move. Usually those wanting telephones installed waited months for service and then could get only party lines. Invariably I received a private line a day or two after application, which permitted the FBI to monitor all my calls more easily. When they could find no evidence I was plotting to overthrow the government by force and violence, the Hoover Gestapo turned to other tactics. Friends told me FBI agents had approached them asking if they knew whether I was "peddling dope" and if I were a brother of Ben Davis, Jr. To underline the absurdity of it all, some of those later accused as Communists suspected I was "an FBI plant" trying to get the goods on them. (Davis, Livin' the Blues, pp. 325-326).

In June 1969, I began living in a section of Waikiki known as the Jungle. Surrounded by big, pretentious tourist trap hotels, this area consisted of one- and two-story studio cottages, small hotels, and old homes converted into rooming houses and apartments. My quarters were a little studio facing a narrow, one-way street. My tiny porch with three stone steps was only two feet from the sidewalk, thus permitting me to hold conversations with pedestrians-and occasionally motorists-on both sides of the thoroughfare.
My neighbors were young men and women mainly from the mainland between eighteen and twenty-five years old, here on vacation or to attend the University of Hawaii. For the most part, they were from California, with a few from as far away as Maine and Florida. In addition there were others from South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, Canada, the Caribbean, Samoa, Tonga, and the other islands of the South Pacific. Hippies were still numerous, but the majority I thought of as members of the Now Generation. My relationships and experiences were so interesting and fantastic I detailed them, along with my three trips to the mainland in 1973 and 1974 to read my poetry, in a separate tome entitled "That Incredible Waikiki Jungle."
What immediately impressed me about these young Americans, by far the numerical majority and most of them meeting for the first time in Hawaii, was their warm camaraderie and my ability to communicate on their own terms with no hint of a generation gap. Virtually all the young brothers consorted with ofay chicks (at least 80 percent of them longhaired blondes), and the sisters were affiliated with white boys. Occasionally a brother, a honky lad, and two white girls rented quarters together. Young blacks in bountiful Afros and wearing dashikis crashed in pads rented by ofays they never knew before; occasionally I permitted young white girls to sleep overnight on my floor. I saw no signs of racial hangups; these were all members of the Now Generation associating with whom they liked and color be damned. (Davis, Livin' the Blues, pp. 327-328).

Ann Dunham was also known for her later work as an anthropologist and social activist for Ford Foundation counter-insurgency projects in Indonesia under the reactionary Suharto regime. Chipman notes, 'Terance Bigalke, who worked with Dunham at the Ford Foundation in Jakarta, says she also fostered social activism in her children through her work on behalf of the world's poor. "She had such a strong concern for people who were in difficult circumstances economically," says Bigalke. That concern led her to study the underground economy of Jakarta street vendors. Ann Dunham's interest in anthropology had begun in Indonesia, Chipman found. Her first months in Indonesia "sparked a lifelong passion that later led Dunham to return to Hawaii for graduate studies in anthropology and an 800-page Ph.D. thesis on Indonesian blacksmithing. Her interest in the local culture was aroused almost immediately, when she started teaching English to Indonesians." In effect, whatever her subjective intentions, Ann Dunham profiled the Indonesian population for the United States Agency for International Development (US AID), the Ford Foundation, the World Bank, all key institutions for dollar imperialism. (Tarpley, Barack H. Obama The Unauthorized Biography, p. 30).

Frank Marshall Davis Obama and Zbigniew Brzezinski

Frank Marshall Davis Obama claimed to have attended Columbia University in New York City from 1980 to 1983, where he majored in political science with a specialization in international relations.

His mentor or guru was the right wing Russophobe, Zbigniew Brzezinski (born 1928), who was a professor in the school at that time.

Brzezinski was national security adviser during the Presidency of Jimmy Carter from 1977 to 1981.

Obama had plenty of time for a thorough indoctrination with anti-Russian hatred while he was a disciple of Brzezinski at Columbia.

The FBI was founded by Charles Joseph Bonaparte!!

Charles Joseph Bonaparte was a grandson of Jérôme Bonaparte (the youngest brother of the French Emperor Napoleon I), and attorney general in the Roosevelt administration from 1906 to 1909.

Bonaparte founded the Bureau of Inquisition which later became know as the "Federal" Bureau of Inquisition or the FBI. He also founded an organization called the American Protective League which spied on patriotic citizens who exposed Rome's activities in the United States. People confused it with the patriotic U.S. Protective Association or the APA.

Modern African slavery was started by the Portuguese and Spanish!!

The modern era began with the Discovery of the New World by John Cabot and the blessed Reformation of Saint Martin Luther.

The 2 Latin nations of Spain and Portugal were the originators of the modern African slave trade....As early as 1450, the Portuguese sailed down the coast of Africa and began capturing Africans and bringing them back to slavery in Portugal.

In both Portugal and Spain, slavery was sanctioned by custom and law:

Helps's Life of Christopher Columbus, pp. 22 and 23, says: Sometime before 1454 a Portuguese factory was established at one of the Arguim Isles, and this factory soon systematized the slave trade. Thither came all kinds of merchandise, from Portugal, and gold and slaves were taken back in return; a number of the latter sent home annually, at the time of Ca Da Mosto's visit in 1454, being between seven and eight hundred.' (Humboldt's Kosmos), Sabine's translation, 1848, vol. 2, p. 272. This factory established and operated by the Portuguese Catholic princes themselves, antedates the discovery of America by at least 38 years. (Miller, Slavery & Catholicism, p. 24).

A Dominican monk named Bartolomé de Las Casas was horrified by the cruel treatment of the New World natives by his fellow Spaniards. The natives were dying by the millions from hard labour in the mines and European diseases. His answer to this New World holocaust: Replace the dying natives with African slaves.

The Scriptures say that the tender mercies of the wicked are CRUEL (Prov. 12:10), and importing slaves from Africa was the remedy of Las Casas to the dearth of New World slaves:

This was all that the zeal of Las Casa's could procure at that juncture in favor of the Indians. The impossibility of carrying on any improvements in America unless the Spanish planters could command the labour of the natives, was an insuperable objection to his plan of treating them as free subjects. In order to provide some remedy for this, without which he found that it was vain to mention his scheme, Las Casa's proposed to purchase a sufficient numbers of Negroes from the Portuguese settlements on the coast of Africa, and to transport them to America in order that they might be employed as slaves in working the mines and cultivating the ground. One of the first advantages which the Portuguese had derived from their discoveries in Africa arose from the trade in slaves. Various circumstances concurred in reviving this odious commerce, which had been long abolished in Europe, and which is no less repugnant to the feelings of humanity than the principles of religion. As early as the year one thousand five hundred and three, a few Negro slaves had been sent into the New World. In the year one thousand five hundred and eleven, Ferdinand permitted the importation of them in greater numbers. They were found to be a more robust and hardy race than the natives of America. They were more capable of enduring fatigue, more patient under servitude, and the labour of one Negro was computed to be equal to that of four Indians. (Robertson, History of the Discovery and Settlement of America, p.113).