Three Cheers for Jack Cashill

                                americanthinker.com | Mar 10th 2011             
                                                                                
                                                                 By Herbert E. 
Meyer
Would you believe me if I told you that while in Milan last weekend, I'd been 
to La Scala for the world premiere of a new opera by George W. Bush?  And would 
you ever again take me seriously if I published a review of Bush's new opera in 
which I wrote that "...through this work, so infused with the passion of 
Carmen, the musicality of La Boheme and the drama of Tosca, our forty-third 
president takes his place as the most gifted composer in the history of 
American politics"? 
Of course not.  No one, not even that former-Bush-White-House-press-secretary 
blonde who keeps showing up on Fox News, would believe this because it's 
utterly preposterous.  A man who has displayed not the slightest musical talent 
simply cannot sit down one day and produce an operatic masterpiece. 
And as Jack Cashill proves in Deconstructing Obama, it is just as preposterous 
to believe that President Obama actually wrote his lyrical, extravagantly 
praised autobiography, Dreams from My Father.  On page after page, chapter 
after chapter, Cashill shows why it simply isn't possible for Obama to have 
produced such a high-quality autobiography.  For instance, Obama wrote nearly 
nothing before Dreams from My Father, despite being president of the Harvard 
Law Review, and what little he wrote in the years after Harvard is clunky and 
sophomoric. And yet Dreams from My Father contains some of the most elegant, 
evocative sentences ever penned by a politician: 

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....


Huh?  Obama has been our president for more than two years, and hardly a day 
goes by without him blathering on about some issue.  Jokes about his dependence 
on the teleprompter are a staple of the late-night television comics.  The 
president's inaugural address -- which he surely didn't dash off casually, 
because he must have understood that this is the speech that one day will be 
carved into the marble wall of his monument -- contains not one memorable 
phrase or sentence.  So how did he write the kinds of poetic, elegiac passages 
that make Dreams from My Father a literary near-masterpiece? 
As Cashill shows, he didn't.  And he demonstrates, with as much precision as 
you can get short of a DNA sample, that Dreams was actually written by Obama's 
Hyde Park colleague, friend and neighbor, the terrorist Bill Ayers.  (There's 
even more evidence of Ayers' authorship in Cashill's book than in the articles 
about this he's written for American Thinker.)  Oh, and Cashill reports two 
specific instances in which Ayers acknowledges his authorship of Dreams.  
That's interesting, to say the least. 
Moving beyond the text of Dreams, Cashill does a masterful job walking readers 
through the details of Obama's complicated life, and showing why people who 
question every facet of Obama's bio are right to do so.  How did such a 
mediocre student get into Columbia University, and then Harvard Law?  If the 
"birthers" are nuts -- as Establishment pooh-bahs like George Will profess to 
believe -- how come the so-called "certificate of live birth" released online 
by the Obama team in 2008 doesn't list the name of the Honolulu hospital at 
which the future president is said to have been born.  (My birth certificate 
lists the hospital.  Doesn't yours?  Have you ever seen a birth certificate 
that doesn't include the hospital's name?)  And when lawyers in Kenya trying to 
track down anyone who might have a claim on the estate of Barack Obama Sr. 
contacted Obama's mother for the usual birth-certificate information about her 
son, how come she couldn't provide it?  (By the way, Cashill pulls this 
troubling, but little-noticed incident, right out of Dreams.  Also interesting 
-- or is "explosive" the better word.) 
And it's even more interesting to read Cashill's riveting account of his 
mostly-futile efforts to get leading members of our country's mainstream media 
to take notice that something -- sorry, everything -- about Dreams and its 
purported author is seriously askew.  And this is what makes Deconstructing 
Obama a seriously important book.  Obama wouldn't be the first ambitious 
politician to have used a ghostwriter without giving credit to the wordsmith 
who made the rising star look good in print.  But uniquely in Obama's case, his 
entire credibility during the 2008 campaign rested on his image as a brilliant 
man; a man who'd lived the multicultural life we'd been told could finally take 
our country beyond its racist, militaristic past and safely into the future. 
By Deconstructing Obama page by page -- and piece by piece -- Cashill brings 
the reader to understand that in 2008 "Barak Obama" wasn't a candidate but a 
carefully created myth.  The leftist mainstream media bought that myth, which 
is why they blew off Cashill and his overwhelming amount of evidence that so 
much about Obama was fraudulent.  That's why Obama's close relationships with 
Ayers and with the vicious America-hater Jeremiah Wright were ignored by the 
mainstream media during the campaign, and also that telling comment by Michelle 
about her husband's candidacy being the first time she'd ever been proud of our 
country.  After all, if any part of the myth turned out to be false, Obama's 
candidacy would have collapsed.  That didn't happen, of course, and it's 
depressing to realize that when given the choice between a myth and a genuine 
war hero -- American voters chose the myth. 
In the long run, reality always wins.  Tomorrow, or next year, or sometime 
later this century the truth about Barack Obama will trickle out.  And when 
that happens, "Barak Obama" will be exposed as a myth.  And Jack Cashill will 
get the recognition he deserves as the best investigative journalist of our 
time. 
Herbert E. Meyer served during the Reagan Administration as Special Assistant 
to the Director of Central Intelligence and Vice Chairman of the CIA's National 
Intelligence Council.  He is author of two new eBooks, How to Analyze 
Information and The Cure for Poverty                                            
                                                                                
                                                                                
            

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