Barack Obama, the Illusion

Catch Me If You Can was a Hollywood blockbuster biographical film based on the slippery eel-like Frank Abagnale Jr., who before his 19th birthday, successfully performed cons worth millions of dollars by posing as a Pan American World Airways pilot, a Georgia doctor, and a Louisiana bayou parish prosecutor. The primary crime of this ‘gifted’ grifter was check fraud. In fact he became so skillful at it that the FBI supposedly turned to him for help in catching other check forgers.

On screen, Tom Hanks played Hanratty, the FBI agent who worked with the infamous fraudster. Pretty Boy Leonardo DiCaprio took time out from saving the environment to play a credible Abagnale.

In real (if there’s anything real about Obama’s) life, Tom Hanks is an Obama sidekick; a fawning perennial White House dinner guest.

In real life imitating art, Soetoro/Obama has pulled off the biggest scam in history on an unsuspecting, economically challenged world.

Other authors have tried to pin the tail on the donkey called Obama, but biographer David Marraniss admits in his book “Barack Obama: The Story” that there was no Obama family.

Now we know why Obama’s brother George Hussein, living in a Kenyan shack on less than $1 a month gets no support from his wealthy brother, the president. They are not brothers.

Jack Cashill, the same investigative journalist and writer who broke the story that Obama’s book “Dreams From My Father” was likely ghost-written by unrepentant domestic terrorist Bill Ayers, writes in World Net Daily:

“In all the talk about David Maraniss’ new book, “Barack Obama: The Story,” the chattering classes seem to have overlooked the most significant of Maraniss’ revelations, namely that the story on which Obama based his 2008 candidacy is “received myth, not the truth.”

“My parents shared not only an improbable love,” said Obama famously in his 2004 Democratic Convention keynote, “they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation.” This concept of multicultural romance shaped his persona and his campaigns.

“At the 2008 Democratic Convention in Denver, Obama leaped into the story in the very first sentence. “Four years ago,” he began, “I stood before you and told you my story – of the brief union between a young man from Kenya and a young woman from Kansas who weren’t well-off or well-known, but shared a belief that in America, their son could achieve whatever he put his mind to.”

As Maraniss concedes, these two young people shared very close to nothing. “In the college life of Barack Obama in 1961 and 1962,” writes Maraniss, “as recounted by his friends and acquaintances in Honolulu, there was no Ann; there was no baby.”

Although Maraniss talked to many of Obama Sr.’s friends, none of the credible ones ever so much as saw him with Obama’s mother, Ann Dunham.

One Obama friend, a Cambodian named Kiri Tith, knew the senior Obama “very well.” He had also met Ann through a different channel. “But he had no idea,” writes Maraniss, “that Ann knew Obama, let alone got hapai (pregnant) by him, married him, and had a son with him.”

In other words, Obama’s spun fairytales on his Kenyan family were as bogus as the faux Greek columns from which he first strode onto the world stage at the 2008 Democratic National Convention.

As a president, Obama makes a perfect knockoff.

Designed down to the last politically correct detail, for making it well past his best-before date, he just had to be half black, half white, metrosexual, the Underdog of Underdogs; an illusion that could never be nailed down and exposed.

The Catch Me If You Can Obama nightmare needs the hope and change of Catch Obama Before He Brings Down Civilized Society.

Among his manufactured lies and myths one has to wonder if Obama’s past is the only ‘pretend’ part of his life.

What about his present? Is Michelle Robinson really his wife or another composite to help complete the perfect picture of a man, a wife, two children and a dog?

With so many still out on the hunt for his birth certificate rather than his DNA, the illusion is gathering moss, growing grass, and maybe even run by people smoking it.

We know Obama the 44th President of the USA is utterly bogus. All we don’t know is who master-minded Frankenstein in the horror laboratory.

Most importantly, will we ever know how much Barry Soetoro of real life Catch Me If You Can fame is being paid for the deliberately destructive Fundamental Transformation of America?