How does a man become your mentor, your closest advisor, your dear friend, ….you sit in the pews “11:00, every Sunday”, …and you don’t know of his virulent hateful attitudes?
You launch your campaign in the living room of “guilty as hell, free as a bird” small c communists, but you don’t know anything about their history.
You sign up for the Socialist Scholars conventions, but you don’t know they are Socialists?
You have Rashid Khalidi and his wife over for dinner frequently, but you didn’t mean any harm to Israel and don’t know anyone who might?
Mr. Magoo Obama walks through life in a sort of blissful haze, unaware of the extreme radicalism that such seems to barely miss landing squarely on his head.
Innocent and blissfully unaware of Frank Marshall Davis. Of Sam Graham Felsen. Of Danny Davis and Alice Palmer. Of the Midwest Academy and the New Party.
He didn’t see, he didn’t hear, he didn’t know.
Yeah, let’s go with that. After all…it’s not like the propaganda machine is going to vet him any more this time around, right? They will bootlick him clean and slurp up any dirt that happens to sneak by their coverup.
Jeremiah Wright is on the tip of their tongues.
