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Obama’s Disturbing Man-Boy Poem Pederasty In The White House. (Video)

Saturday, May 4, 2013 15:29
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Obama’s famous poem about pederast love with a man-boy relationship in which the famous words ‘amber stain’ are found. It’s here the driving “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;” paragraph is found which is hair-raising and rivetting. For a US president to write this is unexplainable, unforgiveable and a simple piece of garbage. Reveal this everywhere to the whole world: the US president is a pederast, an abomination and a homosexual (described as filthy in the Bible aka “Abomination”. The Antichrist is described as “The Abomination” see Antichrist-video after the article.). Revealing this is saving the world from evil in it’s purest form, in the person of Barack Hussein Obama.

Obama’s disturbing poem on man-boy relationship

When Barack Obama was a 19-year-old student at Occidental College, he published two poems in the Spring 1982 issue of Occidental’s literary magazine, Feast. One is the cringe-worthy “Underground” about “apes that eat figs.” The other poem, “Pop,” is much more interesting, biographical, and disturbing.

“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 shrink, 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.

The poem reads autobiographical — about a young Obama’s relationship with a much older man whom he calls Pop. In his article for WND on March 7, 2012, Dr. Jack Cashill singles out this passage from the poem:

“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;”

Cashill writes that the most innocent explanation for the “amber stain” on the shorts of Pop and young Obama or “his smell, coming/ From me” is that Pop got the teenaged Obama drunk, and they both spilled whiskey (Seagrams) on themselves. But that interpretation does not explain why the spill is specifically on their shorts and not on their shirts or how Pop’s smell is also on (“from”) Obama.

A marriage and family therapist who blogs under the tag “Neo-Neocon” senses a darker relationship. She writes:

The lines that begin ‘points out the same amber stain…Makes me smell his smell, coming/
From me’ may be describing outright sexual abuse. But perhaps not; we don’t know, and we’ll never know. But there is no question that the poem is describing a boundary violation on several levels: this child feels invaded—perhaps even taken over—by this man, and is fighting against that sensation.

[...] The poem describes a boundary violation that is both physical and mental. The physical is obvious: he is forced to hug the man who repels him, and as he does so he feels himself shrinking. But the violation is mental, too; earlier in the poem, Obama has described “Pop” as a person who has actually gotten into his brain, and whom he wishes to eliminate from it:

as he grows small,

A spot in my brain, something

That may be squeezed out, like a 

Watermelon seed between

Two fingers.

This mental and emotional usurpation of the young Obama is echoed in the last image of the poem, in which the boy sees his own tiny image framed in ‘Pop’s’ eyeglasses.
 The poem describes a struggle against an attempt at identity takeover, a rejection of being reduced to a reflection in the eyes of the stronger, older, more experienced mentor, who has tried to make Obama over in his own image:

I see my face, framed within
Pop’s black-framed glasses
…

The sight is chilling to Obama, who is trying to break free. One wonders if he ever fully succeeded.”

So who was Pop?

There were two older men in teen Obama’s life:

1. His maternal grandfather, Stanley Armour Dunham, with whom Obama had lived from age 10 to 18 in Honolulu. When Obama was ten years old, his mom, Stanley Ann Dunham, had sent him back to Hawaii to live with her parents while she remained in Indonesia.

2. Frank Marshall Davis, a black long-time friend of Stanley Armour Dunham, whom Dunham had introduced to young Obama to be the latter’s African-American mentor. Davis was a member of the American Communist Party, a writer of poetry and books, including the pornographic novel, Sex Rebel: Black, using the pseudonym “Bob Greene.” Cashill states that there is no doubt Davis wrote Sex Rebel because Davis admitted as much in his memoir, Livin’ the Blues: “I could not then truthfully deny that this book, which came out in 1968 as a Greenleaf Classic, was mine.”

During the presidential campaign season in 2008, I read Sex Rebel, which is out of print, by borrowing the book from the library of the University of California, Berkeley. I therefore can testify from having read the book that Sex Rebel is an account of the unorthodox sexual exploits of a black man “Bob Greene”. Those sexual exploits included marrying a white woman (just as Davis himself did, which was uncommon in the 1960s); “swinging” or wife-swapping with other couples; picking up prospective couples in public parks; sexual orgies; voyeurism; exhibitionism; bisexualism (Greene wrote that “under certain circumstances I am bisexual”); and the seduction by “Greene” and his white wife of a 13-year-old girl named Anne.

(It is the pedophilia that has prompted increasing speculation on the net that “Anne” was actually Stanley Ann Dunham, Obama’s mother; and that Frank Marshall Davis had sired Obama. That’s the reason why Obama conceals his birth certificate. This is the subject of a documentary movie that will come out this summer. For more information, go here.)

Joel Gilbert, the maker of the documentary “Dreams From My Real Father,” has uncovered handwritten letters by Davis to Margaret Burroughs, the well-known African-American artist, in which Davis refers to his book “Sex Rebel: Black” as his “thoroughly erotic autobiography.” Davis had a sexual affair with Burroughs which, Davis explains, was included in the novel autobiography. [Read more, here.]

In the introduction to Sex Rebel, an alleged Ph.D. named Dale Gordon goes further. He describes the pseudonymous author, Bob Greene, as having “strong homosexual tendencies in his personality.”

There are those, like Rebecca Mead of The New Yorker, who say “Pop” is a “loving if slightly jaded portrait of Obama’s maternal grandfather.”

But both Jack Cashill and Neo-Neocon point out that Obama, in his memoir Dreams From My Father, called Stanley Armour Dunham not “Pop” but “Gramps.”

There are other reasons pointing to Frank Marshall Davis as “Pop”:

1. “Pop” wrote poetry: Dunham was a life-long furniture salesman whose literary efforts, if any, were confined to making up dirty limericks. In contrast, Davis had written several books of poetry — Black Man’s Verse (1935), I Am the American Negro (1937), Through Sepia Eyes (1938), 47th Street (1948), Awakening and Other Poems (1978).

2. A line in Obama’s poem “he switches channels, recites an old poem/ He wrote before his mother died” also points to Davis as “Pop”. Dunham’s mother died when he was 8 years old, whereas Davis’ mother died when he was 20 and already established as a poet of promise.

3. In his memoir Dreams From My Father, Obama’s description of a seedy and dissipated older man named Frank is strikingly similar to “Pop” in his poem:

“…by the time I met Frank [Obama was around nine years old] he must have been pushing eighty, with a big dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with gramps out of an emptied jelly jar. As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks. Eventually, the conservation would turn to laments about women.

“They’ll drive you to drink, boy,” Frank would tell me soberly. “And if you let ‘em, they’ll drive you into your grave.”

I was intrigued by the old Frank, with his books and whiskey breath and the hint of hard-earned knowledge behind the hooded eyes. The visits to his house always left me feeling vaguely uncomfortable, though, as if I were witnessing some complicated, unspoken transaction between the two men, a transaction I couldn’t fully understand….”

4. Davis fits the “seedy old man” description more than Dunham: Born in 1905, Davis was 56 years older than Obama and would be 66 years old when Obama was ten. Born in 1918, Dunham was 43 years older than Obama and would be a youngish 53 years old when Obama was ten.

Here are some photos I’ve found of Stanley Armour Dunham and Frank Marshall Davis. Decide for yourself which man better fits the physical description of Pop in Obama’s poem: “dark watery eyes”; “ears that hang with heavy lobes”; “thick, oily neck”; “broad back”; “black-framed glasses”.

Stanley Armour Dunham with child Obama (l); Dunham with 19-year-old Obama (r)

Frank Marshall Davis as a young man (l); as an old man (r)

Whether Pop was Davis or Dunham, this much is certain: His relationship with young Obama, as the latter described it in the poem “Pop,” was creepy and disturbingly suggestive of pederasty.

~Eowyn

http://fellowshipofminds.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/does-this-obama-poem-sound-man-boy-gay-to-you/

Obama’s the “disgusting” (by the Bible) Antichrist-Abomination; meaning a homosexual. It’s clear he’s the Antichrist by the number 666 being drawn in the Illinois Lottery the day after Obama’s election because Obama’s from Chicago Illinois.

That lottery draw was in his own city and everybody there saw it drawn live on TV and on radios and published throughout the media, everywhere. Chicago’s Lottery is played in the four states surrounding Illinois, so everybody throughout the five Great Lakes’ States (Wisconsin, Michigan, Iowa, Indiana – Illinois), knew the Antichrist was elected to the Oval Office. More than 50 million people knew – and know today – that the Antichrist is in Washington, DC. See this in the video. Illinois Lottery drew 666 the day after Obama’s election.

Obama – The Lottery and 666 – You have GOT TO SEE THIS! What are the CHANCES?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpBfS5FWVWI

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  • Geeper

    This old thing again? I know you find it “rivetting”, but the US president has done worse things than write a bad and ambiguous poem. Move on.

    • King of Shambhala

      The false christs Obots want people to move on but they’ve not moved on and have posted to all my articles to heckle for four years. They just don’t get that they’re all wrong about things.

      Yes, “move on” and ignore them they’re evil.

      Go and spread this good news of revealing Obama the Satanical Antichrist.

      • Awakenow2

        “satanical” :lol: :lol: :lol:

      • AxisOfEvil

        You must have jizzed in your pants reading this, you old dysfunctional perv.

      • Merkin

        He probably jizzes in his pants just by pushing himself up from his chair let alone something like this which stokes his perv furnace

  • AxisOfEvil

    You should know something about “man-boy” stuff….. Weren’t you the NAMBLA president for a few years?

  • Merkin

    This is a simple case of

    “you see what you want to see”

    Shame Geir

    Shame

  • King of Shambhala

    The false christs that fiollllow me around to all my articles like lost nolifes can’t handle that Obama’s a perverted homosexual pederast. Just accept it and they’ll feel better. Accepting is half repenting you know.

    • AxisOfEvil

      Stop projecting your issues on Obama.

      We knew about the donkeys, but kids Geir? You are one sick man.

      Maybe now the authorities will start taking claims against you more seriously.

    • Merkin

      You should accept your own proclivities for the sins they are Geir.
      Conjure your own demons much?

      For example: I can’t believe you have big enough small balls to say things like you just did.

      I wouldn’t want to be you

    • King of Shambhala

      I wonder why false christs post to my articles.

      Why post to all my articles for four years?

      What’s interesting to them in my articles?

      ROTFLMAO

      what idiot ugly people.

      They don’t seem to realize I’m making fun of them.

      • Merkin

        Finally…

        You admit all your work is mockery!

        It’s about time Geir.

        Thank you for “being straight” for a change

      • King of Shambhala

        Don’t pay attention to the false christs posting to all my articles to heckle.

        They’re clueless.

        Don’t pay attention to them.

      • Merkin

        You are a joke Geir.

        Pack your bag for the upcoming knock at the door.

        You can’t falsely accuse people of things you are without consequences

      • King of Shambhala

        SCOTUS will execute Obama.

        I think that’s good.

        It’s good to obey the law and Obama’s betrayed the law as he’s a traitor to the USA.

      • Merkin

        So because you suspect he’s “betrayed the law” you feel free to say the kind of things you do about him.

        Like the misleading hateful perverted title of this article?

      • Geeper

        So are you making fun of people who disagree with you, or not paying attention to them? It can’t be both.

  • Geeper

    Most disingenuous headline this week, anyway, well done. None of this happened “In The White House” and you forgot to even include a video!

    Musavada veramani sikkhapadam samadiyami…

  • AxisOfEvil

    I just found this poem, written by Geir Smith in 2006:

    ODE TO MY DONKEY

    My donkey is great
    Of that there is not debate
    When i feel a part of me inflate
    With my donkey, no need to masturb*te

    My donkey’s name is Stan
    And me Geir smith, am his man
    Of women i am not a fan
    My donkey is from Pakistan

    My donkey, i dress him like a sheriff
    When i take him to the edge of a cliff
    To have him push back on my part that is stiff
    When i’m done, i put my nose near his behind and take a whiff

    My donkey keeps me on track
    Unlike that stupid yak
    The one i humped way back
    The reason for which in Tibet i can’t go back

    Fin.

    Wow!!!!! This is on the level of William Wordsworth!!!

    • Merkin

      Remarkable AxisOfEvil,

      This poems of Geirs is quite a find..

      Crimson red you’ve chapped his fruity behind.

      • AxisOfEvil

        For more Geir insanity, go to my contributor page. There are some gems there, starring the KOS himself. No fiction!

    • The Juicy Beef

      LMAO! AxisOfEvil
      Well looks to me like KOS and IndianInTheMachine should share a cell (and each other) in some nut house.

      Snark on oh awesome one, you rock :cool:

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