Mark Levin saw part of The One’s infomercial last night and realized he already had the first draft that Barack Obama and his campaign decided not to go with. Here is the real part one:
Here is the real part two:
While Barack Obama claims not to remember if he attended Reverend Wright’s service on September 16, 2001, he has also said “I was there every Sunday at 11 o’clock.” What follows is Barack Obama, his own words, in part, in response to 9/11 as published in the September 19th, 2001 edition of the Hyde Park Herald; regardless of whether he was there on that particular Sunday, he bought it all after 13 years of sitting in that pew:
We must also engage, however, in the more difficult task of understanding the sources of such madness. The essence of this tragedy, it seems to me, derives from a fundamental absence of empathy on the part of the attackers: an inability to imagine, or connect with, the humanity and suffering of others. Such a failure of empathy, such numbness to the pain of a child or the desperation of a parent, is not innate; nor, history tells us, is it unique to a particular culture, religion, or ethnicity. It may find expression in a particular brand of violence, and may be channeled by particular demagogues or fanatics. Most often, though, it grows out of a climate of poverty and ignorance, helplessness and despair.
We will have to make sure, despite our rage, that any U.S. military action takes into account the lives of innocent civilians abroad. We will have to be unwavering in opposing bigotry or discrimination directed against neighbors and friends of Middle Eastern descent. Finally, we will have to devote far more attention to the monumental task of raising the hopes and prospects of embittered children across the globeâ€â€children not just in the Middle East, but also in Africa, Asia, Latin America, Eastern Europe and within our own shores.
In addition, here are Barack Obama’s own words about the same attacks in the revised for 2004 preface to his autobiography, Dreams From My Father:
What I do know is that history returned that day with a vengeance; that, in fact, as Faulkner reminds us, the past is never dead and buried-it isn’t even past. This collective history, this past, directly touches my own. Not merely because the bombs of Al Qaeda have marked, with an eerie precision, some of the landscapes of my life-the buildings and roads and faces of Nairobi, Bali, Manhattan; not merely because, as a consequence of 9/11, my name is an irresistible target of mocking websites from overzealous Republican operatives. But also because the underlying struggle-between worlds of plenty and worlds of want; between the modern and the ancient; between those who embrace our teeming, colliding, irksome diversity, while still insisting on a set of values that binds us together, and those who would seek, under whatever flag or slogan or sacred text, a certainty and simplification that justifies cruelty toward those not like us-is the struggle set forth, on a miniature scale, in this book.
I know, I have seen, the desperation and disorder of the powerless: how it twists the lives of children on the streets of Jakarta or Nairobi in much the same way as it does the lives of children on Chicago’s South Side, how narrow the path is for them between humiliation and untrammeled fury, how easily they slip into violence and despair. I know that the response of the powerful to this disorder-alternating as it does between a dull complacency and, when the disorder spills out of its proscribed confines, a steady, unthinking application of force, of longer prison sentences and more sophisticated military hardware-is inadequate to the task. I know that the hardening of lines, the embrace of fundamentalism and tribe, dooms us all.
Hat tip to Steve Gilbert at Sweetness & Light.












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I was in Africa as well and spent time among some very poor people, by American standards, both in the cities and in the brush. They may be poor but are far happier than the drug invested criminal atmosphere of Chicago’s South Side where I once worked. Poverty does not create mental cases the likes of what Obama describes. During our own Great Depression, where we had an unemployment rate of 25%, people were poor and homeless but there was no hate, no homicide epidemics, doors and windows could still remain unlocked and their was no graffiti to deface public and private buildings. It is the lack of responsibility and the absence of family that is a direct result of the welfare state that creates today’s unfathomable crime and misery. People in the poorest parts of Tanzania and Kenya are often better educated than they are in parts of Chicago and they don’t have cell phones, automobiles, air conditioning. I pods, designer clothes and shoes, preventive and other medical care and the abundant variety of food let alone clean, hot and cold and safe running water. I could go on but let’s also point out that poor black people in the U.S. in the late 1940’s were hard working religious people with less of an illegitimacy rate than the white population. Today I can take anyone to Harlem in NYC to buy designer clothes that most people can’t afford and yet the residents buy them.
It is about morals, values and ethics generated by family and robbed by exploitative poverty merchants. Civilization is about maintenance, not building something new and I have seen old Maasai Bomba huts that look better than two-year old Chicago projects, with broken elevators and windows, covered with graffiti, filled with unwed mothers and saturated with armed drug dealers doing a thriving trade. How come 400-year-old buildings in Austria and Switzerland, look like they were built yesterday, with an ageless patina and yet new, American government erected projects look like Dresden after the war?
Obama and his comrades, such as reverend Wright, generate the animosity, the hate and the agitation, that keeps them in business and not the work ethic, and the religious and family values that create prosperity, harmony and wealth. He is the real misery monger of the people that he professes to care for and love rather than the accusers that he points his finger at. He seeks power and control and is no better than Jim Jones who in the end offered them Cool-Aid.
The hijackers that caused 911 were educated religious zealots, just as Osama Bin Laden is. If you want to talk about wealth redistribution and opportunity for all I suggest that Obama start in the Islamic mid-east where religion and culture maintains the status quo, and the enormous wealth differences and not in America where anyone can acquire modest to extraordinary wealth irregardless of ethnicity and gender. The economic egalitarianism that Obama and his associates seeks to gain for his agitated victims can only be achieved by the ethics, morals, values, and family that he helped steal from them for generations. Give them back the family values that they once had and they will not need Obama and his power broker associates to achieve the American dream. In fact true wealth is represented, first and foremost, by those very family values, morals and ethics that they all had in the first place. Values should always precede material success, which has no meaning without them. When you posses them everything else just comes naturally.
Off topic, but relevent. When Obama mentions community security groups, is he refering to those groups highlighted in the TV show, Homicide, Life on the Street, wherein they will hide one of their own subverting police search? This selective and restrictive grouping of what I’ll coyly call ‘cells’ is reminiscent of many neighborhoods in urban areas that are controlled by clerics, organizers and radicals. I’ve given up on Obama ever being truthful; look at what Clinton said yesterday by lying about Russell of only having an apartment in Johnstown, PA. He lied his way into the Presidency and Obama simply followed the same game plan.