I have yet to see any evidence that Obama hates white people, have you? If you have, please show me this evidence.

Originally posted by MrWendal
I will leave my thoughts on Glenn Beck aside, however I will say that Glenn Beck is not the first took speak of Maurice Strong. He may be the most public, but certainly not the first.

If memory serves me right, Alex Jones mentions Maurice Strong in his movie Endgame. The most recent memory I have that mentions Maurice Strong came from Jesse Ventura's show on TruTV called Conspiracy Theory, and Maurice Strong was mentioned in the Global Warming show.

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Now I have to wonder... why would someone as public as Glenn Beck be discussing such topics? In my opinion, it is because it is too late. The old system has already been replaced by the new system. It does not matter if you know anymore. It's already too late. Now they just got to keep you distracted looking for things that have already happened while the finishing touches are being implemented. Let's toss out some juicy info, blame it on the Democrats and come election year we can put in the other side of the same coin. Politics is more like a football team. You have a defense and an offense. They share two different philosophies about how to win the game, yet they have the same goal. Win the game. Democrats and Republicans are not different. They have two different philosophies on how to Govern but your a blind fool if you can not see that, looking at the big picture, they have the same agenda and the same interest and you better believe that YOU are not it.

Originally posted by On the Edge
reply to post by Frith
From "Dreams From My Father",by Barack Hussein Obama...

"I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance against my mother's race. It remained necessary to prove which side you were on,to show your loyalty to the black masses,to strike out and name names."

I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race.

No such sentence (nor anything close to it) appears anywhere in either Dreams from My Father or The Audacity of Hope. This statement was taken from a March 2007 article about Barack Obama; they are not Obama's own words, but rather those of the article's author (recast in the first person):

In reality, Obama provides a disturbing test of the best-case scenario of whether America can indeed move beyond race. He inherited his father’s penetrating intelligence; was raised mostly by his loving liberal white grandparents in multiracial, laid-back Hawaii, where America’s normal race rules never applied; and received a superb private school education. And yet, at least through age 33 when he wrote Dreams from My Father, he found solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against his mother's race.

It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.

This sentence appears on page 101 of Dreams from My Father, as part of a long passage in which Barack Obama talked about his time at Occidental College in Los Angeles. It was another expression of a theme touched on in many other sections of the book — the difficulties of being expected to associate oneself with a particular racial heritage, especially for those who came from multiracial backgrounds — prompted by the example of a girl named Joyce, one of Obama's classmates:
She was a good-looking woman, Joyce was with her green eyes and honey skin and pouty lips. We lived in the same dorm my freshman year, and all the brothers were after her. One day I asked her if she was going to the Black Students' Association meeting. She looked at me funny, then started shaking her head like a baby who doesn't want what it sees on the spoon.

"I'm not black," Joyce said. "I'm multiracial." Then she started telling me about her father, who happened to be Italian and was the sweetest man in the world; and her mother, who happened to be part African and part French and part Native American and part something else. "Why should I have to choose between them?" she asked me. Her voice cracked, and I thought she was going to cry. "It's not white people who are making me choose. Maybe it used to be that way, but now they're willing to treat me like a person. No — it's black people who always have to make everything racial. They're the ones making me choose. They're the ones who are telling me that I can't be who I am ..."

They, they, they. That was the problem with people like Joyce. They talked about the richness of their multicultural heritage and it sounded real good, until you noticed that they avoided black people ...

To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets. We smoked cigarettes and wore leather jackets. At night, in the dorms, we discussed neocolonialism, Franz Fanon, Eurocentrism, and patriarchy. When we ground out our cigarettes in the hallway carpet or set our stereos so loud that the walls began to shake, we were resisting bourgeois society's stifling conventions. We weren't indifferent or careless or insecure. We were alienated.

But this strategy alone couldn't provide the distance I wanted, from Joyce or my past. After all, there were thousands of so-called campus radicals, most of them white and tenured and happily tolerant. No, it remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.

Originally posted by On the Edge
reply to post by Frith

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Yeah,right,and Factcheck.org and Snopes are completely unbiased?!

That makes me laugh!