ok man lets just agree to disargee, im not saying hes a marxist cuz his parents were its cuz his parents were and his mentore Frank matial davis the communist & poet was and because obama has nationalized GM, Healthcare & the banks cap and trade you name it, if we would let him he would do way worse
anyway i have been doing some more investigating and when i saw this litterally the hair on the back of my neck stood up, first read this poem obama wrote, then read the pharagraph after it
its a poem obama wrote called "Pop" that appeared in the spring 1981 edition of Occidental College's literary magazine
Pop
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I'm sure he's unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he's still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He's so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don't care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I've been saving; I'm laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; 'cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop's black-framed glasses
And know he's laughing too.
-- Barack Obama
I believe Frank Martial Davis to be the author of the poem. Unlike with Dreams, where the evidence of Ayers' involvement is overwhelming, my suspicion here is more hunch than science.
Still, it is an educated hunch. Nowhere else in his unaided oeuvre, such as it is, does Obama show the language control he does in "Pop." Two years later, in the pages of Columbia's weekly news magazine, Sundial, he would be writing semi-literate clunkers like "The belief that moribund institutions, rather than individuals are at the root of the problem, keep SAM's energies alive."
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More telling is Obama's poem "[/FONT]
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," which appeared alongside "Pop" in the spring 1981 edition of Occidental College's literary magazine, Feast.This silly adolescent ode to "apes that eat figs" in underwater grottoes has none of the style or sophistication of "Pop." [/FONT]
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In fact, "Underground" sounds as it were written by another, lesser poet, namely Obama himself. Others have noted the difference. Poet and novelist Warwick Collins, for instance, believes "Pop" to be "by far the more powerful and complex" of the two poems, and his is the consensus opinion.[/FONT]
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One of my correspondents who has done yeoman's work on the Ayers-Obama connection has long believed Davis to be the subject of "Pop." His preliminary textual analysis, admittedly not conclusive, leads him to believe that Davis is the author of "Pop" as well. Working with only one poem as base, however, makes comparison with other Davis work difficult, especially since Davis experimented with a range of free verse styles.[/FONT]
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Like so much contemporary poetry, "Pop" is sufficiently obscure in meaning that one does not so much review the poem as decrypt it. All such efforts, of course, are subjective, including the one that follows.[/FONT]
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I see "Pop" as a self-reflection by Davis. Distressed to be losing the young Obama to the lures of the mainland, he writes a poem about the young Obama as seen through Obama's eyes. I would not be surprised if he gave the poem to him as a parting gift. [/FONT]
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In the poem, "Pop" wonders about this "green young man" and worries how he will fare amidst the "flim and flam of the world." In his other works, Davis occasionally uses "green" to mean "untested" as it means in "Pop." In Dreams, by contrast, "green" is used only in the literal sense.[/FONT]
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Davis, now in his mid-70s, knows his hold on Obama is tenuous. He fears that the young man will forget everything he told him about being black and that the "spot" he left in Obama's brain "may be squeezed out, like a Watermelon seed." [/FONT]
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The choice of the word "watermelon" strikes me as too knowing to have come from the young Obama. Davis sees himself as he thinks Obama must -- aging, unattractive, twitchy, oily, smelly, an old-school "watermelon" man, a walking stereotype.[/FONT]
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The poem is much more poignant if one imagines that Davis wrote it. Whether he is writing about a young friend, a son, a sexual initiate, or some combination of the three will likely never be known. If Davis named the poem "Pop" for his own literal fatherhood, it is quite possible that Obama himself never knew.[/FONT]
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The progressive media do not care to know. And in their world, there is no greater offense than to seek to know something they have chosen not to. Ask Joe McCarthy or Whittaker Chambers or Gary Aldrich or the AGW "denialists" or the Swiftboaters or the CIA interrogators or even poor Linda Tripp. Ask the "birthers."[/FONT]
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The literary faithful who have reviewed "Pop" prefer to see in it the seeds of the literary genius that would seemingly blossom in Obama's 1995 memoir, Dreams From My Father.I see in it signs that Obama, even as an adolescent, was willing to take full credit for something he could not himself write.[/FONT]
now read the poem again as if Davis was writing it from obamas perspective and it makes complete sense now.
but why would davis call it "pop"!!!!!
is he truley obamas real father!!!!! that would explain a lot, the swagger & confidence how he carries himself, he was raised the son of a famous poet after all who taut him all his beliefs
although the part of the poem about the stains sounds a lil creepy
but come on davis was a poet, this is just too coincidental , its prolly why obama refuses to release his birth certificate
not because he wasnt born here but because it can prove frank martial davis was his father