Above his pay grade?
Obama spokesman Robert Gibb claims on FOXNews that he doesn’t know the details of Senator Obama’s connection to William Ayers, whose radical terrorist organization, you’ll recall, was blowing shit up when Obama was eight (including, if memory serves, a Pig of Color) — and Ayers himself being an unrepentant blower-up of shit all throughout his relationship with Obama, which Roger Simon notes stretches back at least 21 years.
During that time, Ayers has refused to apologize for his domestic terrorism (in fact, he brags about how he got away with it), has given interviews to Communist publications, has laid out the New Left (read: socialist / progressive) ideas of political “education” through his “small schools,” and has trampled on the American flag (in 2001).
During these more recent events, he was — without a doubt — already connected to Obama through working relationships and what a mutual friend, Dr Quentin Young, described as a “casual friendship.” Obama wrote a glowing blurb for Ayers’ radical book on “education” (hey, kids! The personal is the political! Which I’ll explain later. In the meantime, though, just memorize this list of oppressors, beginning with the Establishment!”), Michelle O! tapped Ayers to speak at a gathering she put together (the school paper, who ran a notice, seemed to know of Ayers’ past; raising the question, what papers and magazines does Obama read?), and Obama funneled millions of dollars through his “executive experience” with CAC to Ayers — though I’m sure that had nothing of a quid pro quo to it; after all, Ayers was in the habit of elevating community organizers to executive roles — something he enjoyed doing in between shows of flag desecration and scraping his girlfriend off the walls of a Greenwich Village brownstone.
May I make a suggestion to both Mr Gibb and Mr Obama — both of whom are suggesting that they knew nothing of Ayers’ violent past (even though he was in the habit of talking about it, and the press in the habit of writing about it)?
Rent this. So that you don’t come off sounding so disingenuous as this:
You’ll thank me later. With, like, flowers though, okay? Explosives are just so late 60s…