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This is not a secret. I’m not revealing some great truth here. This has been known for a long time by a lot of people, including those whose job it was to report such things to you during the 2008 primaries and general election. However, they chose not to. They were afraid, afraid to be called a racist and afraid that their vision of a liberal utopia would be destroyed and a cranky old white man would get elected.

Obama’s past is littered with radicals and crazies who served as his mentors, advisors and pastors. His mind has been polluted by terrible ideas since boyhood. We shouldn’t be surprised at what we see today.

His youth in Hawaii was spent in an almost father-son relationship with an avowed communist, Frank Marshall Davis. Do you think Davis was teaching Obama about the greatness of America and the merits of dynamic capitalism?

For 22 years his pastor was Rev. Jeremiah Wright, a racist America-hater whose rantings caused the Obama campaign some minor embarrassment but little real trouble since the mainstream media refused to show the incendiary sermons that “damned” America. Obama claimed to have sat under his preaching for all those years yet never heard anything like what was found on the excerpts that surfaced during the campaign. Was Wright counseling the young Chicago politician in the inherent goodness of the American people and the exceptionalism that makes America a shining light in a dark world?

His neighbor and good friends were William Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn, unrepentant domestic terrorists who tried to kill cops and military personnel when protesting the Vietnam War. Many suspect that Ayers was the actual author of Obama’s first book and the puppetmaster behind the Obama’s rise in politics. What do you think Ayers and Dorhn love most about America and how they might have passed that love on to their community organizer neighbor Obama?

His wife Michelle proclaimed during the campaign that for the first time in her adult life she was proud of her country? What kind of twisted view of America has she contributed to the president?

Obama is the classic academic liberal, long on book knowledge and theory but lacking in practical experience. The books say how things should work in a liberal utopia, and the coffeehouse discussions explain how it will all work, but there is no practical evidence of truth based on actual experience. It’s all a pipe dream.

Obama has been raised to believe that America is not exceptional and a beacon of freedom and hope, but in fact is the source of most evil in the world today. America is an arrogant superpower and until she can be brought down to the level of the rest of the world we’ll never be able to solve global warming, bring peace throughout the nations, and live in a world where there are rainbows and unicorns for everyone.

To accomplish this America must be weakened. Our economic system must be damaged beyond repair, our military neutered, and our people subjugated by the government to ensure that no one prospers and starts thinking for themselves. Americans must be dependent on their government so America can take it’s rightful place among failing socialist democracies.

Americans must be taxed at levels designed to punish achievement and reward sloth. Those who achieve must be forced by regulation and threat to give their bounty away to those who have done nothing to earn it other than breathe and vote for Democrats. A minority of Americans must pay the bills for the majority. With 47% of households not paying ANY income tax, we’re getting very close to that liberal ideal.

Obama’s life-long hatred of America, developed and nurtured over the years by the radicals and crazies he was drawn to, is now being played out in real life. It’s no longer an academic exercise, but a real and growing tragedy for this country.

And it was all very predictable. Maybe if he hadn’t been a “clean and articulate” liberal black man who could give a good speech the media might have done its job and vetted him with the intensity they applied to Sarah Palin. Maybe they would have discovered his past full of lefties, loons and really dangerous people and would have reported it with the same earnestness they reported Palin’s daughter’s pregnancy.

Yeah, and maybe this is the week I’ll get my rainbows and unicorns.

Cap & Tax

Today, this  a bill passed the house, it now goes on to the senate.  Call washintong, send emails tell them not to pass this!  Today, as the economy is in meltdown, this only adds to the misery. 

This bill will keep us, in a permanant state of poverty, unemployment and higer taxes.  Obama has kept his promises, he has not raised taxes on 95% of Americans.  But this is a hidden tax, and we all will pay for it.

In his own words, BEFORE Obama was elected, he said he would do this.  He would force us not to use energy.  Don’t get me wrong, it would be great if we were ready to change over to green energy.  But the truth is, we are not.  If you work in the coal, oil or gas industry, and still have a job you won’t for long.

This will only add to the miserys we have today.  How long we will let Congress and Obama, ruin our country?  There will be no way to turn this around, once it is signed into law.   Please contact your Congressmen, now!  Guess who gets rich from this bill?  Thats right, Acorn, and Wallstreet will get lots!  Goldman sacks and everyone on wall street, it is another bail out for them, basied on the backs of us! 

Please do not let Congress turn America into one big Indian Reservation!  Poor, and unemployed!

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Through Different Eyes

Through Different Eyes

Today, I see things through different eyes. I write this from a motel not far from the Wind River Reservation. Today, I attended a pow wow at the Buffalo Bill Museum in Cody, Wyoming. On the way to the pow wow, I drove through Wind River Canyon. This is truly one of the most beautiful places on earth, from the snow capped mountains to the winding rivers, it is a site to be seen. It is as though you have stepped back in time, the land looks as though it was truly touched by the hand of the great spirit. The white water rapids, roll along the river, and eagles fly high above.

 Along the river are three tipis, and you can almost imagine the ancestors stepping out from them. But, today something changed for me, something that is difficult to describe. I must start my story in the past, 16 years ago to be exact. It was 1992, and I had a dream. Most of the time, I pay little attention to such things. But this was different, and I knew it. The problem was not that I had a dream, the problem was it would not go away. It lasted night after night for almost a month. Silently taunting me, and leaving me more confused with each passing day.

I guess I should explain it, as best I can. It is still today as clear in my mind as it was 16 years ago. It began with me standing on a great prairie, with brown grass almost to my knees. The grass was blowing and leaning in the wind. I looked and the grass seemed to go on and on, as if it had no end. I looked down at my dress, it was homespun made from the butternut color. The dresses was long and covered my feet, I pulled the dress up, and saw I had no shoes. I also noticed my hands, they were darkened from the sun, and appeared to be much older than I was at that time. I wore no jewelry, that I could see, which was odd, as I always wore jewelry.

To my left was a tall wooden wall, I looked down the wall, and also could find no end. Then a large door open from within the wall itself. Then, out stepped a man, dressed in all white buckskin. He was tall and worn one lone eagle feather in the left side of his long black hair. The man reached his hand out to me, and I took it. He then lead me through the door, and into a strange scene. To my left, were many women and children, the women were all dressed like me. Long cotton dresses, that appeared to be from sometime in the 1800’s. They were all Native Americans, that was clear, and they were cooking over open fires, with large black cooking pots handing from three legged tri-pods. All the while children ran around chasing each other and playing. But the strange thing was the silence, no one made a sound, it was as if they could not see me, nor the man dressed in white.

So, as I am walking I kept asking the man, “who are these people?” He did not answer, so I asked “why can’t they hear me?” Again, he did not answer, it was then I knew they were dead. I became frightened, and confused as to why this man was showing me all these dead people. Finally we got to the end of the people, and the man turned to me, and said, “feel the pain.”

The dream was always the same and returned night after night. Each time I awoke in tears, but had no idea why. So, I talked to me pastor, in hopes he could help to bring me peace. I explained the dream, and he told me it was nothing. Not to worry it would stop. I asked if there was a meaning to this dream, and he told me “no.” So I sought out other pastors, and was also told, it meant nothing. But, the dreams continued, night after night.

At this point almost a month had passed, and I needed a answer. To find some way to make these stop, needless to say my family thought I had lost my mind. Finally I located a elder from my tribe, and picked up the phone and called him. I had been told, he could help me and give me peace. I told him about the dream, and he did have an answer. He explained the man in white was a holy man, more than likely one of my ancestors. He said that, I needed to feel the pain of my people. And until I did that, I would not have peace.

 I have to admit, I really was not sure what he meant. There was so much pain in the past of our culture, I did not know where to start. But, I did start by visiting the graves of my people, and my ancestors. I learned as much as I could, looked at the Dawes rolls, and any and all death or census records I could find. Then suddenly the dreams stopped as suddenly as the started.

I went on this trip, to relax and enjoy myself. To try to forget the horrors of Pine Ridge and the poverty of the children. I hoped to put behind me the death of Ta’Shon, and enjoy myself. But that did not happen. I pulled off the road at Wind River Canyon, and saw what a shame it was that this was not “our country”. I saw the stolen land, the murders and the sickness of all of our people. I saw what was done to us, in all the beauty, I saw sadness.

 I got back in my car, and tears streamed down my checks all the way through Wind River. When I arrived at Cody, I parked my car, my husband and I went into the pow wow. I could hear the drums, and the bells. They always make me feel proud, and I love the sound. It is almost like they have taken me to another time and another place. But this time it was different.

As we walked, we passed a tipi, and there were lots of tourist, and lots of dancers. I noticed a man and women, and a dancer. They walked up to him, and asked it they would get a picture with him in front of the tipi. It would seem inocent to most, but today was different. I watched as they stood next the the dancer, and posed for the picture.

At that moment, I looked into the eyes of the dancer and felt his pain. I was angry and sad, he was a sideshow freak to the tourist. Over the course of the next few hours I saw it again and again. Each time, inside I was screaming, they are not freaks, they are people! I wanted to grab them and tell them to stop! This is our heritage, and our country, and we are not freaks, or a character from a western novel.

This is the lesson I learned, and how I saw the pow wow and Wind River through different eyes.

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OPERATION ALOHA OBAMA” BEGINS TO YIELD THE TRUTH ABOUT BARACK OBAMATHE COUNTDOWN TO THE REAL OBAMA BEGINS: A THREE-PART SERIES

(HONOLULU, HI)(October 19, 2008) You may have seen the delightfully goofy TV commercials in which former newscaster Bill Kurtis “finds the Internet” and misses the broader historical issues starting him in the face. We came to Hawai’i to find the real Barack Obama, and we think found him.

Over the next four days our conclusions will startle you, drive the New York Times crazy, and change the focus of the presidential campaign from “Who is Barack Obama” to “How did he get away with it for so long?”

At the end, my column on Wednesday the 22nd will be filled with sadness and pity, not anger. Obama’s real story is a sad story, a story that remains to be written and rewritten.

When we landed in Honolulu the local dispute was over whether Obama is “Hawaiian enough.” Hawai’i Governor Lingle had stated in Nevada that Obama’s ties to Hawaii were tenuous. That produced a backlash from Obama megaphones. Congressman Neil Abercrombie quoted Michelle Obama as saying “You can’t really understand Barack until you understand Hawai’i.” http://www.honoluluadvertiser.com/ap…=2008810180356

I agree with Michelle. Hawai’i is where you find the truths about Obama, especially the truths that Obama does not want you to find.

Obama uses Hawai’i the same way he uses everything else in his life. Places, people, experiences, the past are there to serve Obama, not the truth. Maybe he and Mr. Kurtis should get together. For myself, I am interested solely in the facts and the truth.

The hidden truths about Obama will be presented in three parts:

Monday, October 20th: Obama and Islam, Again

Tuesday, October 21st: Obama’s family and what it tells us
(The Dog That Didn’t Bark)

Wednesday, October 22nd: The Two Obamas: Obama’s Secret Family

Obama is in some respects a metaphor for Hawai’i itself: insular, isolated, and detached. Honolulu is a city of dazzling modernity. But Hawai’i is also a place where native Hawai’ians can grow to adulthood without a working knowledge of English. There are contradictions galore in Hawai’i, and Obama is the crown jewel of contradiction and conundrums. But there are consequences to contradictions.

The last time I told the truth about Obama, he unleashed his attack dogs at the New York Times to smear me. We will be filing suit in a few days to expose the New York Times as an Obama handout, not an independent newspaper (see below). And when this series is complete, you can expect the Times and mainstream media (“MSM”) to renew their attacks on me.

My background is clear: since I first went to Viet-Nam forty-one years ago, I have been breaking news and irritating powerful people, ending up on presidential enemies’ lists and the like. But no one has ever successfully attacked my facts. Truth is my passion; accuracy is my overriding goal. I have an unblemished 40-year record spanning the rice paddies of Asia to the deserts of Arabia.

Obama will not like what I have to say in this series. But, no surprise, Republicans may not like what I write either.

This series will be a postpartisan look at Obama. I have no ties to any campaign, and no ties to either party (I vote in Republican primaries). I have deep affection for the frustrated voters in both parties who desperately want the truth. In analyzing candidates we apply different filters and different templates, and often reach different conclusions than the MSM. We are the later day embodiment of Hawai’i Five-0, an old TV series that still holds a place in the hearts of Hawai’ians. We get it right in the end: “Book’em Danno.”

We are the first investigative teams to come to Hawai’i. How strange that MSM’s have ignored a place that Michelle Obama calls so critical to understanding her husband. Because of my obsession for factual accuracy and relentless search for the truth about Barack Obama we were the first to land a team in Hawai’i. We have now begun a litigation operation as well as an investigaiton, all targeted on ferreting out the truth about Obama’s past.

In my book “Obama: The Man Behind the Mask,” I try to get behind Obama’s “mask.” The first chapter of the book is a psychological profile of the man. It has served well as an insight into his character and psyche.

Here are some general observations to open the series.

First, MSM often overlook that the Dunham Family, Obama’s mother and grandmother, were strangers in this state. The Dunhams went from Kansas to WashingtonState. Their daughter grew up and graduated from high school in Washington. (Stanley) Ann Dunham arrived in Honolulu as a disoriented young adult, an outsider in an insular culture. That is why Ann gravitated to the University of Hawai’i, which serves as an oasis of cosmopolitanism for the island state. Nothing in Washington prepared her for Hawai’i.

Out of this confusion and upheaval came Barack Obama, a man of three families: his mother’s family, his grandparents’ family and his secret family.

When I began writing about Barack Obama over four years ago, the only “source” was his brilliant novel about himself, “Dreams From My Father.” The book is a fantasy, not an autobiography, with invented characters and dialogue, and missing periods of his life. Obama is indeed a fascinating story, and we will tell it for the first time. A story of young love, and loss. A story of ultimate discovery and a voyage into an endless unknown of the soul. Will we get it right? I pray that we do, although I missed church at St Andrew’s Cathedral this morning. I will let history be the judge of this series.

And I will

close with a stark reminder.

Four years ago I exposed on WMUR-TV (Manchester, NH) who George Bush really was. No one wanted to listen. Bush’s henchmen tried to destroy me (and obviously failed).

Today Americans are caught in an increasing hysteria, a crescendo of projection and fantasy. But the inescapable lesson of history is that there is always a real world looming behind the fantasy. A mask is still a mask; indeed, a mask is always a mask. I have called Obama a masked man in my book, and others call me a masked man (the “Lone Ranger”) for my relentless pursuit of the truth about Obama.

In the end, the real world always wins. Truth triumphs. And fantasy usually leads to bitter disappointment and dismay. If you don’t believe me, just ask George W. Bush.

I leave the good reader to judge my truths about Barack Obama, and act accordingly.

MONDAY: PART ONE, OBAMA AND ISLAM, AGAIN

NOTE: Monday one of the TV networks has assigned a camera crew to follow us in Honolulu, so our anonymity will be somewhat compromised. But our continuing investigaiton will not be. We remain totally independent of any MSM news organization.

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We are in the final stages of preparing a defamation lawsuit against the New York Times, and we expect to file by October 27th. Imagine if you will what the Times put on page one: A “report” in which only people who were willing to smear me were contacted, and no one favorable was allowed to appear, in which my successful litigation history was erased from the public consciousness (see
www.AndyMartin.com). Rather than a balanced and factual portrayal of a controversial person—I am indeed and indubitably controversial—there was a one-dimensional smear of the crudest kind. And they wonder why the MSM’s are dying.

Luckily, we at ContrarianCommentary.com “own” the Internet.” “We take the road less traveled…’And that has all the difference.'” (Robert Frost) Watch for the libel lawsuit.

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Readers of Obama: The Man Behind The Mask, say the book is still the only gold standard and practical handbook on Barack Obama’s unfitness for the presidency. Buy it.
Book orders:
http://OrangeStatePress.com. Immediate shipment from Amazon.com or the publisher now available.
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FULL DISCLOSURE: I recently decided to oppose Barack Obama’s election and became Executive Director of The Stop Obama Coalition,
http://StopObamaCoalition.com. By default, I became the national leader of the anti-Obama movement. I am not acting as either a Democrat or Republican. I have had no contact whatsoever with the McCain Campaign. I am not a member of any political organization. The views expressed are entirely independent. I am acting as an American citizen who sincerely believes Obama is not the man we need in the Oval Office. We are going to run a very dynamic and aggressive campaign against Obama. I will continue to write my news and opinion columns for ContrarianCommentary.com. /s/ Andy Martin
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