Is This Like A "Pulitzer"? How Much Money Do I Win?

Well~!
I've been honored by two other bloggers; one, a real American military hero, 'Subvet';
the other, a real American Christian Bishop, 'Gregori'.

One, an American Navy Veteran of 22 years in the US Submarine Force, a retired Senior Chief A-ganger (which means commander to me), became acquainted with the LMC bloggie only this year, and likewise me to his, with equal regard to his affection and loyalty to America.
The other, my oldest and best~est blogging buddy, the wise and gifted Munchkin--ERR, I mean the Right, Honorable Bishop Gregori of the American Orthodox Church, a.k.a., Abouna.

With a 'Heyyah, Subvet!', a Native welcome issued and given to recognized friends, I salute you.
And Heyyah, Abouna~!.
I'm very flattered that you both considered me for this.

Now, according to your two-plus rules:
1) Say "Thanks!" to the presenter(s) of the award and provide a link to their blog(s).
Links established, Sirs-
2) Share (at least) 10, honest things about myself:

a.- I could eat gravy on anything, from carpeting to ice cream. And have...
b.- I am genuinely affected by people's concerns- really interested.
I listen to/read, intently your words, seeking out what your spirit is saying.
c.- Arrogantly perhaps, I think that I turn a phrase, sideways, better than most.
Loving language, I luxuriate in its liveliness; likewise, labor within its labyrinth.
d.- Your Local Malcontent loves reading. I consume books and blogs like eggs and Oxygen.
e.- My heroes have always been REAL^® Cowboy Presidents, business tycoons, and a handful of baseball players. Isn't that the masculine, American dream, afterall?!
f.- While I do not entoke, I believe that private marijuana usage should be legal and regulated.
g.- I have witnessed one of those HUGE, silent, low-flying, triangular UFOs overhead.
h.- I cannot have children of my own. Leticia and I want someday to adopt some Indian kid(s).
i.- We are preparing for an American Apocalypse soon: A day may come soon when we simply disappear.
j.- I, we both talk with our plants, trees, flowers. in English.
Bonus k.- I'm 31 for 32 successful, in attempts to make it rain. I need to work on more precise timing- always a day off my aim.
Bonus l.- Wanna talk Baseball? Which team, what year? ~ I do love that game.
Bonus m.- I've always felt like I was born about 70 years late.

3) Present this award to (at least) 7 others whose blogs I find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged me. (Two of Subvet's and Abouna's choices would also be mine, so please don't feel offended if I don't also include you here..., JMom) ;-)
a.- McGehee, leader of The Get Offa My Lawn Party, a mans' Man I admire, but don't read often enuff;
b.- Charles G., at Dustbury, though I think he's pretty pissed at me just now.. I still admire him;
c.- ABINPOPPA, Ohio rascal, who IS on my good side;
d.- Beloved 'bareheaded in biloxi', for reasons I need not explain here;
e.- Kini, my native Hawai'ian brother;
f.- Gregor, the (Wise) Old Goth, skilled home craftsman;
g.- Ms. Pamela D. Hart, because of her most recent, and honest blogpost;
h.- Jeffro, whenever he gets off his combine.
i.- Col. B. Bunny, who may be pissed at me too, but whom I admire.

These fine bloggers would appreciate your visit and your reads. You'll find each of them to be fine sources of strength and counsel.

Again, thank you Abouna and Subvet for this honor; you and I, indeed all those listed here, stand together, shoulders to shoulder in our beloved nations' defense, any day, any time, in any way.

Happy Birthday, America I Love You

"The Kiamichi Kitchen"

I've been eating at the Kiamichi Kitchen for, well forever it seems. My parents took me there when I was very small, because I remember eating pancakes in a highchair, over at that booth on the southwest corner of the restaurant.

The original owners, Pat and Edna treated me like family. I cannot count the number of free meals I've eaten there. My father was a pallbearer at Edna's funeral in 1981, Pat was a pallbearer at my dad's, in 1986.

Later on in life, I would call up the Kitchen and order two cheeseburgers, mayo and NO lettuce, two orders of Fries. and a Giant Root Beer, only to get home and find either an extra cheeseburger or additional fries in the sack.

In the days when I managed the casino in McAlester, I was a fixture in there each Wednesday, for their all-you-can-eat Fried Catfish, for a whooping $6.95.
Likewise, after worship services ended on Sundays at our various denominations, it was always a friendly battle to see who could get to The Kitchen afterwards, first to fill their galley, attending another different kind of worship.

I am probably the reason that Pat sold the Kitchen to new and wonderful friends, Terri and Steve, around three years ago; I was likely putting Pat outta business on Wednesdays....
The Kitchen's phone number, for calling in a 'to - go' order, is embedded in my brain, is a familiar, muscular exercise for my dialing finger. "2-7-7-2".
Usually all I needed to say on the call was, "Hi, this is Ron...." and my usual order was instantly recited to me.

A trueTalihina landmark, "the Kitchen" was always considered the gathering place of the local dignitaries, the Chamber of Commerce, the Lions Club, as well as the billions of Bikers who infest this area every fall when the foliage begins to change color.
God love 'em, they're just looking for some local flavor;
and they could always sample exactly that at the Kitchen.

The Kitchen burned to the ground early this morning.

A friend who saw me up and outside the house earlier this morning, told me the news.
Shocked, disbelieving, I came in and woke Leticia, telling her I was going into town for a little while.
Driving through Buffalo Valley, I remembered so many very fond memories inside that place--
even the few bad memories there became suddenly golden ones to me.

Dillon and I ate lunch there just last Saturday, after his birthday....
that bill hasn't even cleared our checking account yet.

As I drove past the Choctaw hospital, preparing to top the hill going into the valley, I saw the sunrise, brilliant red and orange along the far horizon; then as I looked, I saw the smoke in the valley, a low haze not unlike smog.
The grey smoke, below and against the blue mountains and the orange/red sky, in the valley before me.
I sped up.

The town of Talihina was clouded in smoke which smelled like a good Cedar fire.
But really was a bad Cedar fire.
The 'only stoplight' caught me: Red. I inched forward into the intersection to look to my left, to see what I could. Flashing lights on some rescue or fire truck.
The news was true.

Everyone could tell anyone asking, the directions to the best restaurant in Talihina...
"go to the only stoplight in town, and turn (East) on Hwy. 271, three blocks, go past St. Catherine's Catholic church, and it's right there, the big red restaurant...
If you see the high school, you've passed it-- turn around."

I saw the Kitchen's smouldering husk, the firemen still pouring water onto its' gaping roof, the jet black windows behind which I once sat in a highchair and eaten a ton of beef and fish, then I turned into the highschool parking lot, where many other Kiamichi Kitchen devotees gathered.
Remembering, in their own turn.
Then suddenly, last summer....

Another Sweet Message From my Uncle Bok Chuka

I can easily imagine that many of you also simply adore the wonderful emails from my uncle Bryan, Bok chuka (Choctaw for 'lake house').
We are pleased to forward another from him here.
This one is so comforting. Solace to those who may be frightened
of the next step which awaits us all:

This really is the most beautiful explanation of death I've ever heard.
Had to send it on to my family and friends.

~DEATH~
A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT

A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to Leave the examination room and said, 'Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side.'

Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know.'

'You don't know? ~You're a Christian man, and don't know what's on the other side?'

The doctor was holding the handle of the door;
On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,
And as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room
And leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, 'Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before~
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here,
And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear..

I know little of what is on the other side of death,
But I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough.'

(sorry - cannot break this)
May there be peace within you this day.
May you trust God that you are exactly
Where you are meant to be.
I believe that friends are quiet angels
Who lift us to our feet when our wings
Have trouble remembering how to fly.
***

Isn't that simply beautiful?
Uncle Bryan is such a confident, quiet source of Christian strength
to everyone who knows him.
Such a genuine blessing to us!

(I simply must tell him to stop dancing with 'mah Tilde'...
~She's mine~!)

Whatzit~? Number 10

(sigh, a damn shame that this is a Whatzit)

Stay Clear of My Path

The best way I can describe how

I'm feeling today is "militant".

Sat here now, 20 minutes without writing a word, instead feeling, and reinforcing the rage within me at 220 members of the Nonhouse of Representatives who voted 'yea' for such a huge tax increase bill yesterday.

Years from now, when your entire city looks like a blighted slum and your children cannot find jobs, remember what happened yesterday in Congress.

Console yourselves with the memory that at least you helped elect a Black man, regardless of his lack of any leadership abilty whatsoever, or that he had ever felt like a true American.

Mr. Obama had the very first opportunity to show that a Black man could lead this country as well as the previous whites had, or perhaps better. Mr. Obama had the pristine, golden opportunity to really and truly end racial bias within these borders, between these oceans.

I would have been the very first in line to cheer him, had he turned out to be a true and courageous leader, with American values.

A black Reagan....

But he's proven in only 5 Months, to be totally bereft of any American value whatsoever.

As such, he will ensure inter-racial animosity for another century; he will, most kindly be remembered as the very worst, the most controversial and despised leader

this nation has ever had.

At worst, he will be the cause of far too many more abuses

in an already struggling Black community.

Obama is bringing back American slavery.

A slavery to government.

Perhaps worst of all, is that Mr. Obama is fully ignorant of that fact.

American Indian Radio On Sattelite, Tune In.

Don't Squeeze the Charmin- You May Cut Yourself

Funniest Blogpost that I've read in months!

Jeffro is asked to test pilot the new "TP-3=Al", and as he reports,
"even the Klingons were held at bay".

Which brings to mind an old, never-mentioned Ponderism of my own: "Does Queen Elizabeth do her own paperwork, or has she staff to do that?"

Not the Pop Star Death I Expected

Rest in Peace Jacko, finally.
Your personal anguish and unconquerable frustrations are done.
Did your fans really ever know you? Did you, even?
No further need for any increasingly bizarre behavior;
I wish you'd stopped all that nonsense when you bought 'Bubbles' the chimp.

It was immediately after that, when the world became disgusted by you.

Michael Jackson, as he used to be:

SO, You Want An Infomercial, BarryHuss??

The Local RabbleRouser

Welcome To My Mind's Playground. Enjoy your time while you are here. Why not leave your comments please, if you take the time to wander through and play with me? Watch out for any rough or sharp edges along the way.

No, I'm not changing my bloggie's name. I've "worked too hard" to make this thing what it is, whatever that is.... I consider this thing to be my electronic, sick, one-leafed African Violet, all drooped over the side of a little clay pot.

But it is getting the word out, bit by bit, despite having only seven true followers, down from eight last year; locally too, and that has become my primary aim: To affect the thinking patterns of my mostly conservative, Democratic-voting neighbors here in scenic, southeast Oklahoma.

Whut!??
Stay tuned....

I was in Durant all day today, auditing the mothership Choctaw casino on Hwy. 75.
When I broke for lunch at noon, I chose to eat (another breakfast) at Stargazer's, one of five themed restaurants inside the casino, instead of going back into town for a cheeseburger. Those reasonably-priced link sausages looked and smelled sooo good!!

While I sat, comfortably waiting for the friendly, smiling waitress to bring my mouth-watering order to me, I overheard a couple and another man talking politics (!), rather than which of the casino's 722 slot machines there is the loosest, or which of them just might be ready to pay out BIG, or how many hundreds or even thousands of dollars they'd already won during their brief sojourn there.

I couldn't help focusing my attention to the single man's words when he said that he'd seen an online blog by some "rabblerousing, republican Indian guy". He told his friends that the blogger "lives up in Talihina", and that this "guy just hates Barack Obama".

I took another swig from my tall glass of fresh, 2% milk. Oh sure, I could've had chocolate, or whole milk, but hey, I'm watching my weight, you see.

His male friend then expressed his deep concerns about Mr. Obama's tendency to break all his campaign promises saying, "He's not done one thing right so far, if you want to know what I think. Our Social security bonuses last month will be taxed next year, so where's the benefit to us low income people? It's got to all be paid for some way, and he's already spent about a trillion extra dollars an' more to fix something that ain't broken at all in the first place. He scares me to death...."

The solo male then added, "yeah, 'guess that's right; it's what that ole boy in Talihina writes about,".

That next bite of my buttermilk pancakes, sprinkled with chopped pecans, drenched in REAL^® whipped butter and maple syrup tasted especially delicious!!

Why, I was so fully re-invigorated by that generous, sumptuous, and inexpensive meal and also by overhearing that brief, inspiring and hopeful conversation, I went back to work humming a cheerful tune to myself, so pleased to verify that no 'funny business' had taken place in their bookkeeping, and very pleased seeing that their clientele had won over $310,000 dollars in the previous two weeks, playing only the slot machines.
The Choctaw casino also offers Stud Poker, Blackjack and Texas Hold'em tables and everyone's favorite game, Indian Bingo! C'mon, G-53!!!

Don't forget to come out and see gen-U-wine Indian dancers and theatrical productions (?), the weekend of June 27 & 28, at 2, 6 and 9 PM, on center stage at the Choctaw Casino in Durant.
And leave feeling a little Indian in you, too~!

Why, you could AND should be the next to win!!
C'mon over and tease Lady Luck-- I know she will just love you!

THAT, my dear readers and ABC-TV, is How You Do an infomercial. (Or Two (or three))

P.S.- Zerobama is a dummy and all.
And his 'healthcare' and 'Cap and Trade' plans are full of increased taxes and pain for each of us.

Farrah

Good night, Angel.

A Complete List of 874,155 Americans Who Would Be A Better President Than Obama, in My Opinion

In no particular order at all, except that Zerobama is at the very bottom:

Hillary Clinton
John McCain
Rudy Guiliani
Tom Tancredo
Duncan Hunter
Newt Gingrich
Rush Limbaugh
Mike Huckabee
Ron Paul (I know, I'm stunned too)
Fred Thompson
Mitt Romney
Alan Keyes
Pat Robertson
Chief Greg Pyle
J. C. Watts
asst. Chief Gary Batton
Gov. Brad Henry
Gov. Rick Perry
Gov. Mark Sanford
the late Fred Sanford (Red Foxx)
the late Johnnie Carson
Bob Barker
Lynn Swann
Pat Riley
Barry Switzer
Joe Montana
Joe Izuzu
"Dustbury"
"Abouna"
"hatless"
"JMom"
"Kini"
Mr. "JMom"
Sarah Palin
Aunt Jamima
Laura Ingraham
Mark .. Levin
Billy Cunningham
boss McGehee
"GOMLP" delegates
Bart Simpson
Marge Simpson
John Glenn
Johnny Bench
George Steinbrenner
Yogi Berra
Yogi Bear
Daffy Duck
Kenneth Hunter, or
his daughter, Leticia
Lee Iacocca
boss Hogg
Andy Griffith
Barney Fife
Ed Morrisey
Jimmy Buffett
Reba McIntyre
Jim Inhofe
"Mr. Whipple"
the late Clara Barton
Darneal Watson
B.B. King
the late Chief Crazy Horse
Mel Brooks
anyone from the state of Wyoming
anyone from the state of Alaska
"Archie Bunker"
"Fred Mertz"
Floyd Mayweather
Tom Coburn
Hank Williams, Jr.
Christopher Darden
actress Betty White
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
Handyman Bob Vila
the late Colonel Harlen Sanders
"John-boy Walton"
Popeye the Sailor
Geronimo
Matt Sanchez
Lisa Beamer
Dan Riddle
"Spot"
the late Sam Walton
Scott Rolen
Scotty Pippen
Kermit the Frog
the Local Malcontent
Laura Bush
"Pee Wee Herman"
any rodeo cowboy/cowgirl

Justin Sullivan, Young Man of Faith

PLEASE read this:

Today, I ran into a friend in Talihina, whose name I don't know. Never heard it, never asked it.

I call him "Second Base", because he played that position for the champion Red Oak High School baseball team... 2-years running, and 4 of the past five years' State champs.

It's one thing to be a member of a good team, it's quite another to be an Ambassador... for both the pastoral, placid game of Baseball, and for our pastoral and placid Creator and Savior. "2B" is such an Ambassador.

"I Never Knew~!"
This very talented young man and I connected today at the 'E-Z Mart store on the hill', in Talihina.
I asked how his ankle injury was coming; he said it was fine, he was playing for the 'Ambassadors', that his team had just returned from both St. Louis and from Omaha, the site of the Collegiate World Series, as well as playing in Oklahoma City constantly, and planning to go to Nicaragua this summer.

Who are these "Ambassadors", I asked.
Did I get an earfull~!!

The Ambassadors are an all-Christian baseball team, who play ball and share their life stories, their Christian testimonies with the fans (along with the other team). Since 2003, they have played around the mid-west for the memory of Justin Sullivan.

Justin Sullivan was named The Oklahoma Baseball Player of the Year in 2002. A catcher for the Yukon High School team and Valedictorian for his graduating class, he was a deserving young man because of his Major League talent and skill.
Because of this very public honor, Justin was poised to launch into an incredible college and professional baseball career. Justin was in the middle of praying through all his opportunities which included baseball scholarships offers to Rice and Nebraska. In addition to this, Justin was also being seriously considered by Major League Baseball as a high draft pick right out of High School. So many opportunities were coming his way. In fact, at 11:30a.m. the following day, the head baseball coach at OU left a message on Justin's home answering machine offering him a full scholarship to OU to play baseball.

Unfortunately, Justin never had the opportunity to hear that message because approximately 1:30p.m. on June 3, 2002, Justin was driving home from work with his best friend and his girlfriend. About 2 minutes after pulling onto I-44 in the middle of Oklahoma City, the back wheels of a semi-tractor trailer broke off an east bound truck, crossed the median and struck the vehicle. Immediately before the tires struck the vehicle, Justin saw it coming and turned his vehicle so that the tires only hit the drivers side. This action killed Justin instantly but it saved the lives of two of the closest people in his life. Both Josh (his best friend) and Elizabeth, (his girlfriend) walked away from the accident with only scratches.

After Justin's death, I (the author here) had the responsibility of preaching his funeral. While preparing to preach that funeral message, I discovered Justin's Spiritual Journal that he was keeping in the last six months of his life. During his last six months on the earth, he spent every day writing his thoughts to the Lord. My life was so impacted, I wrote a book about Justin's connection with God and this book has enabled us to begin a brand new ministry that has amazingly made an impact not only across Oklahoma but across the nation and around the world.

Through two, commom-ground, joys: an adoration of God and of baseball.

"What can I do to be a light in a time of darkness? Seek my strength in Christ. No longer hanging on to things that keep me from God."- Justin Sullivan 1/21/02

'Second Base' also told me this: that Justin's father tore apart all of the cherished baseballs which his son had been given for his accomplishments during his H.S. career, and made them into horse-hide, baseball-seam-braclets. They are baseball white with 51 red stitches each.

2B gave his own to me to wear.

Here's Justin's, the Ambassadors' website: Won't you please visit it, and keep up with (and root, root, root) this fine baseball team?
A Life Worth Following.Org.

Happy Father's Day~!

This American holiday has always meant something different, something lesser for me.
This year, it means the longest day of the year in the northern hemisphere, 15 hrs, 30 mins. of dawn/day/dusk here in Yanush.
Also, it was one year ago, when my dog and best friend Amos was killed on Highway 2.
Much more happily-er, today June 21, is our beloved friend Dillon's 13th birthday!! We bought him a medium-size, 700 cc. Kawasaki dirt bike.

We will be away from home most of today, sharing birthday wishes with him first,
driving later this afternoon to Y City, Arkansas

to visit Leticia's dad Kenneth.

I will finish off the series, "EXPOSING....' tomorrow, with possibly a part 6
to follow, since I have more to say, and I can't seem to count in English.

EXPOSING THE PATHETIC FRAUD, Pt. 4

When I was a little girl, my invalid mother had a Black housekeeper. her two daughters were my age and were my friends I remember one Saturday we three little girls went to the theater in Wilburton and watch some movie. As we waited in line outside for the tickets, some teeage boys in cars came by shouting and called my friends the 'N' wordname. Emma and Ellen fought back to those boys, but I was so scared, I ran down the street crying and hid . Mrs. LMC

"It's A Wonderful Life"

Stanley Ann began classes at the U. of Hawaii in 1960, and shortly after that, [her H.S. best friend, Maxine] Box received a letter saying that her friend had fallen in love with a grad student. He was black, from Kenya and named Obama.
About that same time, another letter crossed the Pacific, this one heading to Africa. It was from Barack Obama Sr. to his mother, Sarah Hussein Onyango Obama. Though the letter didn't go into great detail, it said he had met a young woman named Ann (not Stanley). There wasn't much on how they met or what the attraction was [how does one explain to Mom 'Eh, I was horny'?], but he announced their plans to wed.

The Dunhams weren't happy. [MAJN IT]

Stanley Ann's prospective father-in-law was furious.
He wrote the Dunhams "this long, nasty letter saying that he didn't approve of the marriage," Obama recounted his mother telling him in "Dreams of My Father." "He didn't want the Obama blood sullied by a white woman."

Parental objections didn't matter. [See their intrinsic, Liberal foresight~?!]
For Stanley Ann, her new relationship with Barack Obama and weekend discussions seemed to be in part, a logical extension of long coffeehouse sessions in Seattle and the teachings of Wichterman and Foubert. The forum now involved graduate students from the University of Hawaii. [...] The self-assured and opinionated Obama spoke with a voice so deep that "he made James Earl Jones seem like a tenor," said Neil Abercrombie, a Democratic congressman from Hawaii who was part of those regular gatherings. While Obama was impatient and energized, Stanley Ann, whom Abercrombie described as "the original feminist," was endlessly patient but quietly passionate in her arguments. She was the only woman in the group. "I think she was attracted to his powerful personality," Abercrombie said, "and he was attracted to her beauty and her calmness."
Six months after they wed, another letter announced the birth of Barack Hussein Obama, born Aug. 4, 1961. Despite her husband's continued anger, Sarah Obama said in a recent interview, she "was so happy to have a grandchild in the U.S." When the same news hit Mercer Island, it dumbfounded Stanley's classmates.
"I just couldn't imagine her life changing so quickly," said Box, thinking about her independent-minded friend who had disdained marriage and motherhood.

Although he didn't say it at the time, Abercrombie privately feared that the relationship would be short-lived. [See that intrinsic, Liberal foresight~!] Obama was one of the most ambitious, self-focused men he had ever met.
After Obama was accepted to study at Harvard, Stanley Ann disappeared from the University of Hawaii student gatherings, but she did not accompany her husband to Harvard. Abercrombie said he rarely saw her after that. "I know he loved Ann," Abercrombie said, but "I think he didn't want the impediment of being responsible for a family. He expected great things of himself and he was going off to achieve them."
As controversial leader BarryHuss Obama writes in his book, "Dreams", 'My father, who returned to Kenya when I was just two, was born Muslim but as an adult became an atheist.'
Their marriage failed. Stanley Ann filed for divorce in 1964 and remarried two years later, when her son was 5. [See that intrinsic, Liberal.... ]

The senior Obama finished his work at Harvard and returned to Kenya, where he hoped to realize his big dreams of a place in the Kenyan government.
Years later, Abercrombie looked up his old pal during a trip through Africa.
At that point, the senior Obama was a bitter man, feeling that he had been denied due opportunities to influence running his country. "He was drinking too much; his frustration was apparent," Abercrombie said.
To Abercrombie's surprise, Obama never asked about his ex-wife or his son.
***
Meet Obama's Stepdad, Lolo Soetoro
From Wikipedia, Soetoro earned his bachelor's degree in Geography from Gajah Mada University, Yogyakarta. He later obtained a scholarship to study for a master's degree at the University of Hawaii, where he met Barack Obama's mother. Soetoro and Dunham married, and Soetoro returned to Indonesia when the government called home its citizens who were studying abroad.

A year later, Dunham and six-year-old BarryHuss followed Soetoro to Indonesia, where the family took up residence in Menteng Dalam, Jakarta. After returning to Indonesia, Soetoro first worked for the army as a geologist, then became a government relations consultant with Mobil Oil.
During their years in Indonesia, Ann Dunham became increasingly interested in that country's culture, while Soetoro became more Western in his outlook. She left Soetoro in 1972, returning to Hawaii to be with her son, who had left Indonesia in 1971 to attend school.
Soetoro and Dunham saw each other periodically in the 1970s, but did not live together again, and divorced in 1980.

As a little boy in Jakarta, Barack Obama crisscrossed the religious divide. "At the local primary school, he prayed thanks to a Catholic saint. In the neighborhood mosque, he bowed to Allah.
"To be clear, Senator Obama has never been a Muslim, was not raised a Muslim, and is a committed Christian who attends the United Church of Christ in Chicago," future Executive branch spokesman Gibbs' Jan. 24, 2008 statement said.

But within the very same article, in a statement to The Times on Wednesday, the Obama campaign offered slightly different wording, saying: "Obama has never been a practicing Muslim." The statement then added that as a child, Obama had spent time in the neighborhood's Islamic center.

His former Roman Catholic and Muslim teachers, along with two people who were identified by Obama's grade-school teacher as childhood friends, say Obama was registered by his family as a Muslim at both of the schools he attended.

Where was his mother, Stanley during this period? Again, Ann Dunham became increasingly interested in that country's culture, while Lolo Soetoro became more Western in his outlook.
At the age of 10 years, little Barry Obama left mom and step-dad in Indonesia, returning to Hawai'i, to live with his white grandparents, the Dunhams.
What could possibly go wrong with that plan??

EXPOSING THE PATHETIC FRAUD, pt. 3

Continuing from Part 2, the examination of controversial leader BarryHuss Obama's mother, Stanley Ann Dunham. His mother despised capitalism and capitalists; instead, embracing Communism.

That, most likely due to her own, itinerant father Stanley's failure at success as a furniture salesman. Before her parents joined a liberal church in Seattle and enrolled her in Liberal leaning school in Mercer Island, WA., they were only typical, White Americans; struggling to make ends meet, like most others, but unlike most others, blaming everyone else, and/or the American system for their status in life.

"Basic Instinct"

Obama describes his mother arguing with her second husband, Lolo Soetoro.
Soetoro had become an Indonesian oil company manager and wanted Ann to accompany him to various social functions with American oil company personnel.
Ann refused arguing, "Those are not my people." (p 47)

As with Obama, his mother's generation of pseudo-intellectual leftist high schoolers found a way to think of themselves as superior. How? By surrounding themselves with co-thinkers.
The Seattle Times continues:
One respite was found in a wing of Mercer Island High called "anarchy alley." Jim Wichterman taught a wide-open philosophy course that included Karl Marx (In 1950's high school~!). Next door, Val Foubert taught a rigorous dose of literature, including Margaret Mead's writings on homosexuality. Those classes prompted what Wichterman, now 80 and retired in Ellensburg, called "mothers' marches" of parents outraged at the curriculum.
Dunham thrived in the environment, Wichterman said.

"As much as a high-school student can, she'd question anything: 'What's so good about democracy? What's so good about capitalism? What's wrong with communism? What's good about communism?'" Wichterman said. "She had what I call an inquiring mind." [... said the H.S. Karl Marx instructor. Others could call her mind 'disturbed']

She also showed her politics, wearing a campaign button for Adlai Stevenson. And despite flirting with atheism, she went to services at East Shore Unitarian church, a left-leaning congregation in Bellevue.

The Chicago Tribune found more than ‘flirtation' in comments from Dunham's friends:
"She touted herself as an atheist, it was something she'd read about and could argue," said Maxine Box, who was Dunham's best friend in high school. "She was always challenging and arguing and comparing. She was already thinking about things that the rest of us hadn't."
If you were concerned about something going wrong in the world, Stanley would know about it first," said Chip Wall, who described her as "a fellow traveler...."

The Chicago Tribune mentions a description of the Dunham's chosen church as "The Little Red Church on the Hill". According to its own website, East Shore Unitarian Church got that name because of, "Well-publicized debates and forums on such controversial subjects as the admission of ‘Red China' to the United Nations...." The fact that John Stenhouse [the avowed Communist Party member, and one-time chairman of Mercer Is. school board] once served as church president might also have contributed to the "red" label.

In a 2006 speech, Obama explained: "I was not raised in a particularly religious household, as undoubtedly many in the audience were. My father, who returned to Kenya when I was just two, was born Muslim but as an adult became an atheist. My mother, whose parents were non-practicing Baptists and Methodists, was probably one of the most spiritual and kindest people I've ever known, but grew up with a healthy skepticism of organized religion herself. As a consequence, so did I."
In describing his grandparents as Baptist and Methodist, Obama was contradicting himself. Describing his grandfather in Dreams (p17), Obama wrote: "In his only skirmish into organized religion, he would enroll the family in the local Unitarian Universalist congregation...."
[We know another 'Local' couple, who are Methodist and Baptist. Neither of 'them' would ever consider attending/worshipping at either church as "a skirmish".]

Like grandfather, like grandson: Barack Obama would make his "only skirmish [there's that word, again] into organized religion", joining Chicago's Trinity United Church, inspired by anti-American church leader, Reverend Jeremiah Wright. He (0bama) held tightly to Trinity until it endangered his presidential campaign. Then he quit. This is the sole basis of Obama's description of himself as a "Christian." [I've read that BarryHuss only attended Rev. Wright's church for his own political advancement there on the southside of Chicago, where most of his constituents attended.]

Barack Obama writes: "The values she [his mother] taught me continue to be my touchstone when it comes to how I go about the world of politics."
Atheism is not the only echo of his mother and grandparents. There is the arrogance, also. Just as Ann Dunham looked down on "dull Eisenhowerness", Obama infamously described his view of rural blue collar Americans while speaking to an audience of wealthy San Francisco donors:
"It's not surprising then that they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations."

Ann Dunham could not stand the dumbed-down people who "don't know anything about geography or the rest of the world." But she had a very different idea about black Americans. As Obama explains:
"[To her] Every black man was Thurgood Marshall or Sidney Poitier; every black woman Fannie Lou Hammer or Lena Horne. To be black was to be the beneficiary of a great inheritance, a special destiny, glorious burdens that only we were strong enough to bear." (Dreams p 51)

This quote by her son BarryHuss strikes us both as very odd, almost condescending of his own mother's obvious attraction to Black men, either Communist or Capitalist. As if perhaps, Stanley Ann was ashamed of her own blanch skin, or ... simply envious.

Then there is Barry's arrogant, dismissive "typical, White (Grandmother) Person" remark last year, referring to his granny's reactions to Black people, mere months before her death in November, 2008.

NOW: for only a moment, put yourselves into BarryHuss' shoes. Your "Touchstone" values put you above other races. The same intrinsic/inherited/inculcated "Touchstone", anti-capitalistic and anti-American values rule your life, causing you to blurt out things like "the redistribution of wealth" to a G-d damn, white, capitalist plumber named Joe in Ohio, last year.

lovingly lifted from the expose`, Red Diaper baby.