Barack Hussein Obama, Jr. is a Swindler: But is He Alone?
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
This is to review, at a time, some books that I have read and some others that I haven't - and will never.
Recently my friend John H. (Jack) Wiegman sent me a thick copy of The Obama Nation - Leftist Politics and the Cult of Personality authored by Jerome R. Corsi (Threshold Editions, 2008.) Although Jack had warned me not to expect too much from the book, I found it sickeningly entertaining as well as dizzyingly revealing.
The author devotes a good part of the book to revealing how deliberately Obama falsified the stories about himself and his father, who was an alcohol-addicted polygamist, in his autobiography titled Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance (Three Rivers Press, 2004.) To that end, Corsi cross-checked and double-checked every detail of Obama's accounts of his family background. Thanks to the thorough scrutiny Corsi carried out on our behalf, I could avoid a wasteful investment of time and money to buy the book Obama wrote when he was seeking a Senate seat.
The Obama Nation also helped me save some extra bucks. No one with commonsense would assume that Obama had been reborn to be an honest man by the time he got started with The Audacity of Hope; Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream (Vintage, 2007) in the midst of the presidential campaign. So I deleted this book, too, from my Amazon shopping cart.
On the other hand I found Corsi's book really worth reading. Yet the fact remains that it only gives us a half-truth about the Obama nation. When you are through with the book scrupulously sourced with some 680 footnotes, you have been reassured that the 44th President of the United States is an outright swindler. Then this question might crop up in your mind:
But so what?
There are millions of bandits in this world. Obama is just one of them. So the real problem lies with the voters, almost 70 million of them, who thought this guy could be the savior no matter whether he had deliberately misidentified himself. There are even signs that an increasing number of people are favorably disposed of the President even after witnessing his spendthrift habits.
This is something Corsi tried to avoid discussing in his book with the all-too-familiar trick of shifting blame to an easier target. He must have thought if he dared to address this side of the issue, his book wouldn't sell or his publisher Threshold Editions wouldn't buy the copyright. Actually it's quite understandable that he had to settle for just questioning his eligibility for the presidency amid the sweeping Obama craze, knowing it's almost crying over spilt milk.
My memory is too poor to keep track of the extraordinarily messy family history of the U.S. President and contradictory statements he has made on various occasions. But that doesn't really matter because after all he has succeeded in duping the American people into sending him to the White House, and more importantly because Corsi has proved that today's "professional" writers can't do any more than what he could in The Obama Nation.
Let's take a look at the Amazon sales ranking. As of today, The Obama Nation stands at No. 8,705 on the Amazon list - a far cry from Dreams from My Father which ranks No. 103. When it comes to the sales ranking of Amazon.co.jp, the Japanese partner of Amazon.com, the gap between the two books is much wider; while the Japanese version of Dreams from My Father (マイ・ドリーム) ranks No. 12 in the category "America," The Obama Nation ranks nowhere, i.e. it's not even been translated into Japanese. The same thing happened here when Australian award-winning journalist Ben Hills wrote Princess Masako - Prisoner of the Chrysanthemum Throne. Amazon.co.jp even fabricated the ranking of its English version to discourage customers living in Japan from purchasing the controversial book.
What do these figures indicate? On the one hand, Corsi paid a high price for doing the best he could to tell part of the truth to as many people as possible under the constraint he was subjected to. But on the other, he decided to leave the most important aspect of the issue unaddressed. Otherwise the book wouldn't even have been published. This is exactly the case with Bernard Goldberg, as well, when he wrote A Slobbering Love Affair.
Corsi's allegation about the authenticity of Obama's autobiography has also left me wondering if it is true that there are two genres in publication: fiction and nonfiction. I didn't make up my mind not to bother to read Dreams from My Father because Corsi tells us it's full of fabrications. I don't think there's anything wrong with an author fabricating things. But it's a different story when it comes to a fictitious nonfiction.
Now that we have learned publishers and their agents everywhere back off from writers who want to tell their prospective audience truly truthful stories, we are left wondering what on earth the word nonfiction can mean when it's almost always fictitious. Now I have concluded that there is no such distinction anymore. If we have to classify books into different categories for one reason or another, the only valid way to do so is to have two genres: truthful books and bogus books. And unfortunately, today's publishing industry is unable to produce a single truthful book.
In the past, I have sometimes come across truthful "fictions" and "nonfictions" although it's only every once in a while that I stumbled on the latter. Gordon G. Chang's The Coming Collapse of China (Random House, 2001) was one of them. Not a few readers and book reviewers have challenged the controversial book on the ground that Chang's prediction about China's fate isn't fully supported by facts. Maybe so, but they are all missing the point. Even a top-notch Sinologist like Chang can't be perfectly versed in what's going on in and around the country which covers an area of 3.7 million square miles and is inhabited by more than 1.3 billion people.
The most important thing we have learned from The Coming Collapse of China is the truth about the ailing giant. Needless to say, truth is not the simple summation of facts.
Truthful books I've read, more often than not, fell on the "fiction" category, presumably because the publishers couldn't sniff the dangerous ingredients buried deep into them. But the other side of the coin is that with a fiction format, the real message often fails to get through to the audience, basically for the same reason. One example is Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five (Random House, 1969.)
If you haven't read Slaughterhouse-Five, it's a "fictitious" story about a man who survived the Dresden airraid of February 1945 as a prisoner of war detained there. Back home he is abducted by aliens, taken by a UFO to a planet named Tralfamador and caged at the terran zoo together with an American pornstar. The Dresden part is by and large factual but of course Tralfamador is a fiction.
Although he was one of the most popular American novelists in the 1960s through the end of the Vietnam War, his message does not appear to have gotten through to his audience, which may have included the marijuana-addicted youth who would make his way to the White House decades later. Amomg Vonnegut's other works I loved Cat's Cradle (Dell Publishing Co., 1963) which depicts an inventor of the atomic bomb playing cat's cradle on the day the bomb is dropped on Hiroshima.
He died in 2007, but in his twilight years Vonnegut sounded like he had mellowed out and detoxified himself; he was talking about the Iraq War in the same way those anti-war activists were. Now all Vonnegut fans seem to think the writer was yet another ardent anti-war, anti-nuke advocate, which was not the case at all, however. If he had been one of those peaceniks, then he needn't have written novels in the first place. Instead, he might as well have handed out flyers to pedestrians and drivers that simply read, "Stop the war. Abolish the nukes."
More than 560 years have passed since Johannes Gutenberg first put the movable-type printing in use. Also it's been almost a quarter century since the desktop publishing became a reality. But people still take it for granted that one has to turn to a publisher or its agent when he wants to share his ideas in writing with the general public. It's totally ridiculous, though, to assume that the publishing industry is acting as a conduit of written messages. On the contrary publishing companies and their agents are there to insulate senders of messages from their receiving ends. Worse, they are in a de facto censorship business. Governments of the United States and some other democracies are increasingly feeling shackled by their respective constitutions which guarantee a nominal freedom of speech.
That is the only reason these disguised censors can prosper in the 21st century. It looks as though they believe it's a breeze to outlive General Motors with their obsolete business model kept intact. Even a commodity trader can be bolder, more innovative and value-adding.
Given this situation, I suspect that many truthful books have had to remain unpublished in the past. Obviously Tales of Our Germans authored by my friend Jack Wiegman is one of them. In its disclaimer page, Jack writes: "Tales of Our Germans is a book of fiction. [But in this book] you will meet six people who existed." Moreover, you will see dozens of black-and-white pictures inserted in it. Jack told me that these pictures were collected from his kin. That is something Obama couldn't have thought about doing with his autobiography. How could he have shown an alcohol-addicted polygamist as the father of the Messiah?
In fact, Tales of Our Germans bears no ISBN because, rather than despite, it's a truthful book. Wiegman's lighthearted and crisp touch makes it extremely readable. It's nothing like a grandiose epic. And yet, you are touched by the hardships his grandparents and their kin went through to build the nation that was once a Land of Freedom. ·