EDUCATED AND DEADLY SERIOUS

DELIVER US FROM EVIL, while they whisper and smile how much they love us— excuse me, I'm just a poor painter working his way through dreams and nightmares, but could you please tell me Mister Harvard Man, is this stuff I hear real or is it memorex?

THE SKINNY AGAINST BILL AYERS

Here is a chilling account of William Ayers from a woman who claims to have known him back in his bomb throwing days before magically transforming himself to become a sought after "educator" of our children. Published by Front Page.

I read occasionally of former Weatherman Bill Ayers and his wife Bernardine Dohrn, both now not only accepted, despite their bombing campaign against America in the 1960s and 70s, but successful, establishment educators whose opinions on social issues are taken seriously. Every time I see Ayers’ name I shudder with fear and rage and realize that I will never be able to erase the mark he left on my life one evening 40 years ago.

It was at the Undergraduate Library at the University of Michigan on a Friday night in November 1965. I was a sophomore and was living in a sorority house—Alpha Epsilon Phi. I was walking down the stairs to leave the library. Billy Ayers was standing on the first floor and started talking to me.

I thought he was cute. There seemed to be jovial kind of instant connection between us. As I am writing this now I think he must have noticed me before , boys were attracted to me in those days, and planned to try to pick me up. As we struck up a conversation, Ayers told me very quickly about his leftist activism as if he knew this would intrigue me. In fact, I had made attempts to join SDS and the anti Vietnam War Movement on campus during my freshman year but had been put off by what hustlers the young male “activists” were. They talked in lofty ideological abstractions, but they also used their political sophistication as a lure for young women who wanted to be on the right side of the great social issues of the day. I picked up on that cynicism early and so spent much of my freshman year at Michigan trying to figure out how to act. I was politically idealistic back then and believed in Tikkun Olam—that we had to do something to make the world better.

My freshman year at Michigan I attended the Teach-Ins and the campus demonstrations against the Vietnam War and studied hard for my Chemistry exams once a month. At the same time, I decided to pledge a sorority, partially just to prove I could and partially because young women’s options for campus living arrangements were still quite limited in those years.

Despite the caution I’d learned about young ideologues on the make, I was charmed by Bill Ayers and by his savvy talk of politics and the children’s school he was involved with. He asked me to go to a party with him and I did. I have a vague memory of the house where the party was and the people there. I think he got quite drunk and I suppose I drank too. I remember walking home with him. He was very open about himself and told me he was one of 5 children and that he was from Chicago and that his father was rich.

I felt comfortable with Bill. Throughout my life I had always had a friendly buddy-kind of connection with certain boys and felt that I was developing such a connection with him.

Read it all.

THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND

IT SEEMS TO BE OKAY for certain corrupt individuals to violently overthrow the government of the United States whom they declare as racist oppressors, but the same crowd, including Barack Obama and the roll call of Democrats now in power have little empathy at all for the victims of truly oppressive governments who rape, torture, and murder its own citizens. Iraqi Kurds come to mind (and yes, we too, were against the invasion). But frankly, we are merely standing at the near edge of the killing fields to come...

We have been aware of this Obama-Ayers connection for well over a year. Glad somebody is finally grabbing onto the flames and riding the fury that is sure to follow. That somebody has a name, And her name is Sarah Palin. Now perhaps, more genuinely good folks will come to understand where Barack has been spending some of those "missing years" in his official biography.

But time moves along. Creep sets in. So where did the radical left take refuge? In the media and in academia, personifying the long march through the institutions. Students now leave the “education” houses more indoctrinated than educated, more susceptible to influence. And who is the corporate, elitist peddler of this influence? In short—the corporate media.

They couldn’t care less about their responsibilities to the American people, because the American people need fixing. They need to be saved from themselves. Such is the leftist worldview.

Imagine if we discovered that John McCain had launched his career from the Unabomber’s front porch. Do you think he would still be a reasonable presidential candidate? Oh course, some hide and seekers might, probably those same hide and seekers who think an Obama candidacy is a viable option for sane and dare I say it—patriotic—Americans.

One question remains. How can candidate Obama be the most liberal US Senator as well as this year's designated corporate shill for the banking interests who control the media, Wall Street, the Federal Reserve, and most of the other institutions that matter in the financial life of this nation and Western capitalism at large?

Perhaps this is our answer. Malleability and "transitional fall guy" are key concepts here that may encourage thought. The puppetmasters know no shame, and everybody wants to be a star. A loathsome result, this dichotomy often returns.

Meanwhile, there is this story that the McCain campaign will surely exploit in the coming days:

It seems that Obama was a founding member of the board of Public Allies (which was nothing more than a boot camp for radicalizing America's youth) in 1992, resigning before his wife became executive director of the Chicago chapter of Public Allies in 1993. Obama plans to use this nonprofit group, which he features on his campaign Web site, as the model for a national service corps. He calls his Orwellian program, "Universal Voluntary Public Service."

Read it all.