Who Am I?

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Who am I?

I was born in one country, raised in another.

My father was born in another country.

I was not his only child.He fathered several children with numerous women.

I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me.

Obama Sr. & 10-year-old Jr., Honolulu airport. This was the only time Sr. ever visited Jr.

My mother died at an early age from cancer.

Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me, I later wrote a book idolizing my father, not my mother.

Later in life, questions arose over my real name.

My birth records were sketchy.

No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.

I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs and didn’t follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.

I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them.

That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and embarked on a new career.

I wrote a book about my struggles (in German, mein kampf) growing up.

It was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.

I became active in local politics in my 30s then, with shadowy help behind the scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s.

That’s George Soros in the chair on the right. Soros hosted Obama’s first fund-raising soiree.

They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.

I had a virtually non-existent resumé, little work history, and no experience in leading a single organization.

Yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me, as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.

I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.

Obama rally of 75,000 in Portland, Oregon, May 2008 – the largest rally in Oregon’s history.

The people idolized me.

The media, too, idolized me.

Some even called me their messiah.

This bolstered my ego.

At first, my political campaign focused on my country’s foreign policy…

I was very critical of my country in the last war, and seized every opportunity to bash my country.

But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country’s economy.

I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be fed and housed for free.

I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.

It was the free market, banks and corporations.

I decided to start making citizens hate them and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.

I called mine “A People’s Campaign”. (Note: The German word for people is “volk“.)

That sounded good to all people.

I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.

I knew that, if I merely offered the people ‘hope’, together we could change our country and the world.

So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include “persecuted minorities”.

Even when I was idolized by masses of people, there were a few who saw me for who I really was because my true nature is revealed in my eyes.

But most were blind and could not see.

My true views were not widely known and I kept them unknown, until after I became my nation’s leader.

I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody could have easily found out what I really believed, if they had simply read my writings and examined those people associated with. I’m glad they didn’t.

Then I became the most powerful man in the world.

And then the world learned the truth.

When things didn’t go my way, I would rage. And the demon inside me was exposed….

Who am I?

I am ADOLPH HITLER.

Please ask yourself why you were thinking of someone else!

H/t Igor.

~Eowyn

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6 responses to “Who Am I?

  1. I almost lost my breakfast. Yesterday, I posted on my own blog about the frighteningly similar quotes between the Nazis and the Egyptian cleric. Nazis called prisoners canned goods and slaves; cleric called “spoils of war” (prisoners) groceries and slaves.

    I’m reading Bonhoeffer by Eric Metaxas, and feel a bit like Frodo with Aragorn.

    Aragorn: Are you frightened?
    Frodo: Yes.
    Aragorn: Not frightened enough.

     
  2. lowtechgrannie

    I remember reading a behind-the-scenes story (I think it was in Der Spiegel) about the 2008 campaign when Obama was supposed mesmerizing the Germans with his spellbinding rhetoric in Berlin. Remember the huge adoring crowds our MSM reported? Turns out, his campaign put on a big public BBQ in the park with free beer and a rock band to draw in the crowd.

    Those thousands of Germans were filled to the eyeballs with free bratwurst and brewskies long before Obama took center stage. LOL!

     
    • LTG,

      One would think that the Germans would be particularly sensitive to and wary about “mesmerizing” idol-like politicians — given their history.

       
  3. Steve and Eowyn, it was precisely because it had worked so well in that country in Europe, then filled with an educated but suffering populace, that it worked so well again here. The campaign was all “hope” and “change” but never hope for a particular something, or a change to precisely what. No goal, nor any positive metric by which to measure the effect of the elected one upon the system that was, apparently, to be changed as the electorate hoped. And hoped. And continues to hope.

    The collective memory of the populace is about 5 minutes. Modern people, especially modern Americans, are the best entertained and least informed in history. The life history of every pop culture icon can the recited without error, while the identification of members (or their roles), of the Supreme Court, identification of inalienable rights, or expression of comprehension of the function of the tri-partite government, or the role of the free press in governance, yields blank stares and/or ridiculous answers.

    No checks, no balances, no investigation by the Fourth Estate, and we are left with what we have today. Read Ms. Isserbyte. Try not to cry. Then keep on doing what you are doing, and continue to spread the word.

    Houston, we’ve got a problem.

     
  4. I don’t usually recommend WND, but this time, this article, and these links, are important. I leave it to those here with better writing, editing and reportage skills than mine to look into it. The link: http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=310949

    Unfortunately, I fear the destination for this little side trip to Official Records from Paradise does not include a stop at the Sea of Tranquility.

     
  5. lol

     

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